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Knot of Souls
Only as The King of Creatures stood facing me now, did I realize how tall and imposing he was.
He wore a masquerade mask over his eyes, which seemed to change from blue to orange like flames burned in them. His hair was blonde and waving back to his collar but as he moved. It shed small sparks at the tips from the tresses that hung loosely over his forehead.
He was lean and tall. Towering well above me like one of the trees in this forest.
The strangest man I’d ever seen.
“They brought you here?”
“They summoned me, yes.” He nodded toward Veline. “They advise me you’ve discovered the root of evil in Drimidan.”
“Yes…” I said slowly.
Mathis.
“Tell me what he is?”
“I don’t know for sure…He was once a man but now a demon.”
“A form of changeling then…Hmm.” He murmured thoughtfully.
“Well now that we know, killing him should be easy enough. We’ll just need you to get me into the fortre
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