[15.1] Criston the Cruel

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"Mate? Do not utter that word in his presence. Do you wish for the Ever Night to return?"

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[Kayos]

I paused at this question, my gaze lingering over a random book I had not paid much attention to until now.

"T-that is if you know the story," she quickly rephrased, clearing her throat.

My mind had already wandered away. Back to the dark place it loved so much. It was comforting but staying in that place for too long allowed the darkness to consume me. Many times, though out the years I had contemplated staying there. Losing myself in it's endless.

It would certainly be easier as my great-grandfather once did. Something deep inside me craved that release.

There was only one person who had kept me from drowning peacefully and losing my soul in the shadows.

Mother and her ever-optimistic words.

But as the years' drawl by, even her soothing words do not carry as much weight as they used to whilst the darkness grows more alluring by the day.

"Master?"

"I know the story quite