.....................................................................TWO WEEKS LATER................................................................Erik Rovier and Anselm Portriesse had escaped the ordeal with the rest of the town's residents. Julius Aldeim had succumbed to the sword of his lieutenant, Jrue Deryleen, and Arthur Callusios had succumbed to the tyrant's might. Within the crowd, there was unrest. The undead knights shoved them over, closer to the podium, to get a better look at their humiliated leaders.Tyndale stepped up to the podium shortly after they had assembled, and the crowd's chatter and sobbing subsided. As he approached the ones kneeling on the podium, he walked cautiously, eyeing the captured men, Jrue Deryleen trailed behind him. He came to a halt and turned to face the audience.“I have come to rid you of the weaklings you all worship as your leaders, my people. They have shied away from their true obligations and have driven the kingdom into perilous time
“No, Jrue, we're not going to talk about it anymore. I don't want to see those heretics deceive my son. Gifts are a curse placed on the earth by Arni, the Elder Brother god. They are a means of vengeance. “Don't you see the deaths they caused, the schisms they triggered in the human race, and then the visitor glorifies them and tries to teach our children sorcery?” his mother exclaimed.“but, mother... please. This is a one-time request from me. Many of the children have also been brought to the registration office. Jrue, on the verge of tears, pled, "This is the only thing I'm asking of you."Lora stood at the other end of the table, refusing to take sides as the two argued. Jrue and her mother would sometimes exchange glances, signaling her to join in the verbal brawl and choose a side. Yet she sat reluctantly, knowing that none of it was worth her time, and that her mother's words were final.“Listen, my boy. The man claims to be from the opposite shore. Apart from the minuscule de
"Eimel Deryleen has kept the actual weapon of Soul magicians hidden from us for decades. He's kept it to himself and has managed to keep it hidden. But that is no longer the case. The relic has been calling to me since his death. It recognizes me as the world's most powerful soul magician and wishes to be commanded by me. We'll get it from the youngster "Tyndale said."How about we just break into the boy's house and grab it from them?" Boltra Souza had enquired.""You're a dunderhead. I know who is in charge of this community. It isn't the knucklehead that goes by the name Dakario. He is nothing more than a pawn. I'm aware that the vurhanil king rules over this community and utilizes it as a human farm. He gets his human meals from here, and if I steal it from the family forcibly, he'll find out, and we don't want a high-profile adversary like him on our hands. As a result, we'll put up with it till we obtain what we came here for "Tyndale said.He said, "Now get out of my sight!"Ba
FALLEN CITY OF NORTH ANGUSTyndale stepped up to the podium shortly after they had assembled, and the crowd's chatter and sobbing subsided. As he approached the ones kneeling on the podium, he walked cautiously, eyeing the captured men, Jrue Deryleen trailed behind him. He came to a halt and turned to face the audience.“I have come to rid you of the weaklings you all worship as your leaders, my people. They have shied away from their true obligations and have driven the kingdom into perilous times. I couldn't take it any longer, so I came here to teach you how this kingdom could really thrive...” he said.The sobs of an elderly woman in the audience cut short his voice. To find her, he searched the crowd. When he finally did, he motioned to one of the undead knight guards, and the two of them forced their way through the crowd toward the woman. Her sobs were heavier when she knew they were coming after her, and she made her way thr
The extreme fire of the flames charred the body. The undead knights nearest to the flames threw themselves into the fire, oblivious to their own safety. Others struggled to rip the soul sleeve from the tyrant's baked arm, while others struggled to drag the flaming body out of the flames. Even after spending a considerable amount of time within the fire, the spell enchanted on the sleeve rendered it indestructible.One of the soldiers was able to rip it off and throw it over to the side of the field that was not engulfed in flames. The other undead knights swarmed around the sleeve, scratching its fur. Their perseverance paid off soon after, and streams of violet and black smoke began to emerge from the sleeve. They stood their ground, while others were hit by tongues of smoke, which would seep into their armour and through their chests.They became conscious of their surroundings almost immediately after the streak of energy reached their body, as if they had just awoken from a long sl
SALS VILLAGE“I assure you, when the time comes, the superiors will bring themselves to you!”. He retracted remembering how the king was in pain, "But we have to fix that first.”He hoisted his arms up high, beckoning to the skies. He drew in an extensive breath, breathing through the gaps of his teeth he sounded like he was in the middle of a virile blizzard.“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!”With the last word slipping through the cracks of his teeth along came a ghostly radiation. Drom was overcome by a sudden burst of vigor, his broken ribs searched for their severed parts and wound themselves together. His scissored knee reshaped and reverted, allowing him to bend his leg again. Within moments he was back to his old self again, perhaps better.“Now, the link has chosen you to be one of the people who should witness the tru
The battlefield wreaked blood and bile as guts and body parts scattered all over the mud. Yet it was still raging, the fight was far from over. Both the armies fought like there was no tomorrow. They were all willing to lay down their lives to secure victory.“A vurhan and the dark bender working together. I never thought I would see the day. One thing I know is that the keepers of the covenant and the Vurhans are sole enemies, and no matter the situation, one would never be willing to work with the other. I am guessing you are not fighting me willingly, are you… dark bender?”Tyndale asked, walking slowly towards the duo. With each step, the mud below his soles boiled. Daito twitched his eyebrows a little. The words seemed to be getting through to him“Ah yes, I get it now. They have you under a slave emblem! No wonder you are this weak, needing the help of that vile creature to fight me!”Jericho shrieked back, it seemed to understand Tyndale's words and they didn’t settle well with
“ You can't possibly agree to this. He should be put to death as soon as possible. Giving a killer like him additional time to life is pointless! ...” he...”“ Enough is enough!!! His trial will take place tomorrow, and that will be the end of it! Now I don't want to hear from you; his actions have had an impact on everyone here, and he will be confined in the jail cell until we can prove it. If you believe you have the power to oppose your king, go ahead and do so, but be prepared to pay the price.” Drom roared angrilyThey admired this side of Drom, authoritative and forceful, and that version of Drom had gained their respect. The council members took a seat, waiting for the next item on the agenda.“How about the dark bender? Is that him?” The leader of the Milner family, Thomas Milner, inquired.Drom said, "I am confident that is him."“How can we prove it?” Drom stood up and began making his way over to the dinner table. He was confronted by a knight guard who was near by.The d