Drom was amongst the state guards, he tried hard to control the pace of his breathing but he could not. His body was without a functioning heart which made doing anything that required rapid movement a strenuous affair. “How’s the king doing?” Thomas asked the crowd of state guards surrounding him. “Uh, not good sir. He might be losing consciousness.” Robert answered back. As he was giving his response he looked back at Drom and noticed a patch of red coloring on his top. He slightly peaked through the sagging shirt and noticed the heavy layer of bandages running across his chest. “I think he might be injured. And he is losing a lot of blood!” “Quickly then! We have to get clear off this battlefield and tend to him!” Tyndale was surprisingly outmatching the duo of Daito and 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,
"And what is the purpose of the blade?" "It's for, yeah, I read about it in my father's library a long time ago, it's used for the rite when when...no!" Daito's eyes abruptly opened as he realized what the intention of the visit could be. He made a hasty descent down the trunk, losing his balance and slipping off several times. Drom pursued him blindly. "Hey! Dai, what is it tell me!" "Come on Drom! We have to hurry before it's too late." They dashed into the king's quarters, cutting across the courtyard like a pack of chasing mice. When the two guards at the front gate saw them, one of them screamed. "He's right there! Before the ritual starts, we must restrain him." Come on, Dai, it isn't that far!" "You're only saying that because you've already reached the top." Dai struggled to reach the top of the tree. As he clung to the hard bark, it continued to grit his delicate hands as he fought to ascend it. He gradually made it to the brink, where they perched on a branch protrud
After a few moments of hesitation, he opened his mouth and let out a quiet, long sigh, followed by a strained voice. "He's deteriorating. They say that the shai is corrupting him at a quicker rate than they anticipated! They have no idea how much longer he has." "My father won't tell me either; he claims he will be able to assist him though," They sat silently on the branch for a moment, accumulating a long period of uncomfortable silence. "However, I am certain that your father can prevail; if anyone will assist him, it is my father!" Daito said, seeking to comfort his friend and restore the semblance of happiness they had shared just moments before. "He vowed that he would stay with me until I graduated from noble school. His health has been strengthening over the past few days, and I'm certain that by the time the next moon arrives, he'll be back on his feet!" "That's the spirit, for sure! Besides, I'm looking forward to finishing Noble school and starting my training!" "Me
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 got stuck. As Jericho looked down he noticed a shield sticking out of its mouth. Tyndale had managed to pick up one lying close to him and pushed it into its mouth. Unaware, Jericho was caught off guard with a boot to the face. The kick was aimed at the shield. Tyndale pushed out the shield with his kick so violently that it broke the teeth submerged into the metal. As the shield rolled on the mud with the teeth sticking out of it, Jericho shrieked in pain. Daito finally came to, getting to his feet just in time before the blast shot the Vurhan's entire face off. He charged
It took him a while to realize what was going on. “...oh, I understand now. You never intended to engage me in a fistfight because you know I would win. So you decided to poison me with your blade! Very very intelligent of you. That is why I made you my lieutenant.” “Shut up you old fool! Your time has come to an end here!” Jrue said, wheezing after every word. Tyndale’s body completely shut down. He fell frozen to the ground, unable to move a single muscle. Jrue crawled up to him and yanked out a small dagger from the top of his shoe. “A paralytic Poison. I see I taught you well my son…” “Don’t you ever dare call me that again!” He picked up his right arm and slit his wrist across, doing the same to his left hand. Jrue wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to bleed to death knowing that he was powerless, unable to do anything about it and save himself. He left him outside and limped back into the house. All the soldiers guarding the house had evacuated, deployed to handle the upr
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 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 swi
“Well, he’s pretty much what he used to be before you left, always a smile on his face, always wanting to help everyone. He’s practically the definition of the nicest most positive person you'll ever meet. Though he did change for a while after you died, I mean you get what I’m saying. He didn't turn out to be like his father that's for sure.” “..So, he sent you to find me.” “Despite everyone telling him you are gone he still had hoped you were out there somewhere. He knew you were too stubborn to give up on life that easily, so he didn't give up on you. He has been searching for you for six years! I wish I had a friend like that.” “That damn oaf!” Daito said, crowning it off with his signature chuckle. Alicia secretly eyed his smile, his slightly curved smile. It was beautiful, and his expression was heartfelt. It was then that she knew Daito wanted to go back to his friend, he wanted to return home so badly and meet his best friend, no, his brother. But she also saw the sadness t
emales, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no remorse as she cried her pain out loud. She was left for dead, bleeding out. IN THE CASTLE Lady Melo chased after Lisa "Hey! Little girl, hold on!" Soon after she caught up with her she saw her bent on one of the cells, trying to shake someone to wake. "Grandpa... grandpa wake up, we have to go! Grandpa," She tried to wake him, rocking him back and forth. She sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill, building up under his eyelids. A heavy sob escaped her and she covered her face with her tiny trembling hands. Lady Melo was heartbroken, she started regretting why she signed up for this anyways. It was against everything she stood