The skepticism that began to crawl into her mind grew exponentially, mocking her convictions and what she had grown up believing. In the one hand, she was persuading herself that Slejj was nothing more than a traitor who was lying to her, but she still felt she needed to know his side of the story. She could tell which side was going to win. Slejj undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing a deep scar on his chest. A network of black veins sprouted from the mutation at the middle of the dark scar, stretching through his whole chest. The veins weren't normal; they were totally dark, and they swallowed any ray of light that came close to them, making it seem as though there was none there at all. "That's what you get for doing a bargain with the devil!" "What is that?" asked Alicia, intrigued. Slejj buttoned his top once more. "That is what holds the vurhans out, at least in North Angus. I made a shady deal...with a deity." "You mean a god?" "There is a distinction between a god a
How long was I asleep?” “Only one night.” Reene answered. “Good, then there is still time. You have to hurry before it is too late.” “Still time for what? What are you talking about?” “I need to talk to whoever is in charge! This is urgent.” The rest of the room looked at him like he had lost his mind. “What are you looking at? I said I want to talk to whoever is in charge!” “You are looking at them. We are the ones in charge here.” Albert scanned the room. He looked down as if he was disappointed as if he expected something more. He fell back to his bed and wiped the droplets of sweat on his forehead. “Listen carefully. In two days' time, you have to assemble an army and head over to Defectors State near the border of Free State. The rest of the people who were held captive by the tyrant will be there, you have to go and save them.” “Hold it right there. Where did you get this information from?” “It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you should go there and evacuate
There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats when all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the truth or not. Slejj didn't seem to mind; he continued to tell her the narrative. "The king's restricted spell was cast, and all of the vurhans in North Angus died, leaving the deity with little to consume, so it began chasing people's souls. That's why I jumped in and gave it a once-in-a-lifetime cont
As he stepped by the knight strangling the server, he whispered to him. The waiter was released when the knight drooped his head and sighed deeply. Before leaving, he slipped his hands back into his pockets and let out a large sigh to re-capture everyone's attention. "Come on, guys, let's put him away for another day; I'm not in the mood." He stepped out of the restaurant, led by his fellow stupid sheep. Something was up with the knights and the green tea man, Alicia sensed. Her impulses were not one to deceive her. They were asking her to go outside and join them at the time. She jumped from her seat and bolted for the door, or exit, depending on which direction she was looking. She could see them from afar and tried to formulate a tactic, but her body appeared to have greater power over her thoughts at the time. What was she thinking that every time she blinked, she found herself closer to them than before? Or, to put it another way, what was her body thinking? She was standing
Jericho in certain moments. He flung a blast towards the beast and tackled Daito to the ground. Pinning him to the muddy floor. As Daito struggled to free himself of the stranglehold, Tyndale groaned at him, “You will fall. Just like the rest of the enemies who have dared to challenge me! I feared the dark benders once, but now, with your suppressed powers you haven't even touched the surface of what you can do. You're weak!” Jericho’s dropped down on all fours, switching his posture. He charged towards the two and his teeth gripped Tyndale's cloak, dragging him backward. He let go of Daito and reached for the laces on his chest that were holding the cloak in place. He tore down the knot and released the cloak allowing him to get back on his feet. Jericho spat out the cloth and leaped towards the tyrant, its mouth wide open showcasing razor-sharp teeth. As he neared the Tyrant, a hard circular object stuck into its mouth, its teeth tore deep into the object’s metallic surface and
After stumbling through some sisal plants, Nelanian found himself at the shores of the island. He could not believe what he was seeing, he had to touch the sound to be sure his mind was not playing tricks on him. Sure enough, there was no mistaking it, the sand was black.There are no foreign influences that caused the discoloration, the sand was in its natural form.It felt like he was stepping into a void, like darkness swallowing his feet. Nelanian Had traversed a few feet into the sandy shores when he lost the will to go on. he looked up,Towards the sky, and there was no visible light. he looks towards the Horizon and there was no sign of life. he could hear the waves of water splashing in front of him, yet he couldn't see them mass of water itself. it was too dark for his eyes to perceive. It was then that he knew his eyesight did not have the fault, nor did his ailing brain trick him. it was the nature of the island, and he knew exactly where he was. He was closer to Tre
Alicia happened to be in range when Daito teleported, so she teleported along with him. They ended up outside the castle, on one of the southern hills. Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a while before he pulled it out and opened the grimoire and drew an emblem over one of the pages. Soon after Anato Strider, Dakario, the 5th head and seven of the eight assassins sprang up from a teleportation circle. Alicia was further away, from where Daito had appeared. Daito struggled to walk up to them clenching on his chest. The fifth head dashed to him and started chanting some incantation Alicia had heard before when they were in the woods, "I call to you great presence. Heed to my orison and grant me your unfathomable power! For we serve you, o great link, our path to Tomasa!" the gushing wound on Daito's chest immediately closed up. The fifth head had in his hands the chest that was
He approached the throne and undid the knots that held his robe in lace behind his back. The saints ran to him and grabbed it when it dropped to the ground, preventing it from touching the floor. As he watched Jrue pull Lora to him, he sat in the middle of the throne, FIVE YEARS AGOTyndale entered the castle, his gaze drawn to the magnificent art of architecture. He walked through the throne chamber, the tips of his fingertips scraping against the banquet table in the room's center. Charger, Raider, and Lancer, the three saints, trailed behind.Jrue Deryleen, his lieutenant, emerged from one end of the room as he approached the throne. He was wielding his dual blades, which he had wrapped around Lora's neck. He drew her closer to the dictator.Tyndale looked at the two and noticed a striking similarity between them. They were exact duplicates of each other, and their eyes, while being of opposite genders, were strikingly similar. He could tell this was Jrue's sister right away.He