{Ciril’s POV}
“After all that you’ve done, you run?” I muttered now, discussing the fact that I had just been chasing after the so-called Lord of Darkness— the Dark One of the army of the undead, the one who turns days into night.
— turns out he had turned the day into night just so he could sneak away in the shadows.
“I’m not running.” The Dark One responded now.
“Seems like it to me, but you know what? I don’t care. You are before me now with nowhere to run to and that’s what matters.” I said and stepped forward with my fists clenched.
“You’re not going anywhere again.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere.” The Dark One started to say, his tone suddenly confident.
He groaned a bit before he continued to speak. “Look around you, the area— look at how shambolic it is, for which one slip can lead to instant death. I needed you here because it turns out that I fight better when I’m in a dire situation.” He said and stepped closer towards me now, staggering a bit.
“The blind Wretch that’s
