Green Tunic Link 소설 & 이야기

General Nolan said removing his white tunic and showing me his bare back. “Ohh.. lord…” was the only word that I managed to whispered when I saw branches of his thin black and blue veins popping out of his body, he was having this huge horrible looking scar which looked like a ancient tree, it was on his back from neck to all the way towards his waist.

The notion of this green-haired scion seeking to avenge his fallen brother was, admittedly, a tad amusing to me. But then, a voice beside me broke the silence, a gentle reminder that I was not alone in my observations. "The Green Family's bloodline art is one of the exceptional arts," the speaker murmured, "which can boost the growth and acquisition of strength, while also enhancing mana. They are the only ones who have a green aura. You should not take it lightly."

Staring at the dresser mirror, I almost don’t see myself. She found me a maroon tunic with gold roses embroidered at the sleeves and collar, and golden cufflinks at the wrists, black breeches lined with wool on the inside, and long heeled boots. The material and stitching on every item is so lavish and neat, it feels strange that I’m wearing them. In a royal palace. Being treated as something of a royal myself.

Its scales glowed in a silver light that converging into a millstone-sized beam within its bloody mouth. The Green Shield was able to block off the assault, but it exhibited some signs of wear. Despite successfully blocking the attack, Severin observed that a crack in the shield as its luster began to dim. The Green Shield, acquired at the cost of several batches of seventh-grade Breakthrough Pills from Oskar, was cracking under the pressure. He still owed the sect another three batches of Breakthrough Pills. Fury surged within Severin as he roared. "You're going to pay for damaging my shield!"

The morning carried itself. When Brynn rose from the basin, dried, robed again, Wynn led her to the small adjacent chamber where the bonding dress had been laid out. It was not white, the old rites had never used white, but a deep forest green, the color of growing things, of the season she’d come home in, of the somewhere they had all been promised. The fabric was simple, well-made, sewn by hands across the pack in the days since Torrhen’s announcement, every wolf who’d contributed a stitch having earned a place in the witnessing. Brynn touched the green and thought of Isla, and of Lena’s garden, and of the little plant on the eastern window, and her throat tightened.

They press the fabric to its limit. He’s wearing a midnight blue tunic with a high collar edged in gold piping. The golden braided cords draped over his right shoulder show his strength and military rank.

“So you guys are telling me that none of you Fuckheads know how to tie a tie, I heard Talon ask the Green Smoke Gang in obvious frustration. “We only know how to untie and undo stuff,” Finn and Riven chimed together as they burst into peals of laughter together. “I’ve got such Suckers,” Talon fumed as the stifled chuckles turned into louder laughter. “So you guys ready now ?” I asked again. “Yeah ! Let’s go !!” Lucan said as he looked dashing in his casual white shirt over a pair of jet black jeans with his sleeves slightly rolled up and upper button undone. He surely looked like a Greek God with those exotic looks and deep blue alluring eyes.

I took it as a small mercy. The last garment — the one she’d seemed particularly proud of — was a deep plum tunic, soft as silk but with a weight that made it fall just right. It had silver embroidery curling around the neckline and sides like moonlight vines. I slipped behind the curtain and pulled off the green dress, stepping into the new one carefully. It fit like it had been sewn for me already — snug at the ribs, flaring gently at the hips. But when I reached for the side zipper, it snagged halfway up. I tugged again. No luck.

“The tunic is part of who I am, what I am.” “You need to decontaminate the tunic, Yasa,” Amelie explained. “We don't know if traces of the silk evil might have stuck to the tunic.” “The tunic will be washed and decontaminated; it will be returned to you when it is dry,” I told the woman with a calm smile. She sighed and nodded. Half an hour later, they were bathed, decontaminated, and had new clothes on. That calmed Izan down a lot.

It looked quiet and almost no ther movements except for birds and other animals. I kept watching it like it was the most interesting stuff I had until another mindlink came in. 'It's green, Alpha.' My brows furrowed in confusion as well as a relief. Was it really no attack here? One hour had passed and all I had got was green. A mindlink came again. 'It's green. And I have good news, Alpha.' My man brought up something else alongside with the green report. 'We won.' I instantly rose up from my seat. 'Is it confirmed?'