There was a wide hallway at the top of the stairs. There were no doors, no other hallways on either side of it. The only way to go was forward, through a large, partially open door.Azazel led Kyle through the hallway, towards the door. As they walked through the doorway, Kyle looked around in amazement.For the first time since he had found Azazel, he saw colour. Not much, but enough make his eyes be grateful.There was a pedestal at the very centre of the large, circular room. While the pedestal itself was white, just like almost everything else, the book was not. The leatherbound book had a soft, brown coloured binding, and it’s pages were a soft yellow. It looked like quite an old book.On the ground around the pedestal, there were inscriptions etched into the ground, filled with what Kyle assumed was gold. The inscriptions formed a complex pentagram, one Kyle didn’t even attempt to read as it was way beyond his understanding.&ldqu

Kyle pouted and scratched the dark amber tattoo on his arm. The relaxing waters of the hot springs hadn’t helped him relax at all. In fact, he felt quite jumpy right now. What if the damned Fallen Angel decided to appear out of nowhere?Feeling too uneasy, he climbed out of the hot springs, and went into the cabin to get dressed. Even then, he was constantly looking at every noise he heard.Once he was dressed, he sighed and headed back into the cathedral.His hand never once left the tattooed area. No matter what he tried, he hadn’t been able to get it off. No amount of washing or scrubbing had helped. Irena had tried to burn it off, and the elven leader had tried to use several magic nullifying spells. Yet, the dark amber remained, and all that came from those efforts were burn marks on his skin that another elf had to spend time healing.Kyle continued to pout as he headed to Cacophus’ study. The Lich had nearly lost it when he learne

Kyle yawned. Once again, he ended up not sleeping even a little bit. He scratched his right arm, then stretched. Despite not sleeping at all, he felt somewhat refreshed still.“Alright, let’s not waste time!” Igna said as they mounted their horses. Apparently, Irena had arrived sometime in the dead of night, and she was waiting by the gate.“Where is Aoris?” Kyle asked her as they set off.“She has chosen to stay and aid the elves. The Orchard is badly damaged, and my powers are useless to them.” The Priestess admitted. “I will ride ahead, if you don’t mind.” She suggested. Kyle shook his head, and she rode off into the distance.“What’s with her?” Caille asked, raising an eyebrow. “She used to be a hell of a lot more annoying.”Kyle chuckled. “Well, a lot happened.” Remembering her disastrous fight against an imp, he couldn’t help but feel l

The eerie silence sent a shiver down Kyle’s spine. He could hear his own heartbeat so loudly that he almost thought everyone could hear it.The long hallway they had stepped into seemed endless. They had been walking for a good five minutes without ever seeing a single other door, or hallway. It was almost as if they were walking around in circles, except the hallway was one long, straight line.“I don’t like this.” He finally hissed, unable to bear this silence anymore. He had thought he would be the one who’d have it easy, especially after having visited the mind blowing realm of the Celestial Plane, but for some reason, the dense, almost tangible darkness surrounding them affected him rather badly.There was a lump in his chest that made breathing awfully difficult. He shot a glance over his shoulders. He couldn’t see the entrance anymore, they had simply walked too far inside. He gulped.“We must be missing so

“And now we try and get rid of these!” Caille hissed as soon as her cosmos skinned summoned being attacked the demon.Kyle nodded, but before they could even turn to try and get rid of the patch of thorny briars, the sudden appearance of a health bar at the bottom of their vision stopped them both in their tracks.‘Droigheann, Demon of the Nightbloom’ Kyle gulped. “We need to hurry,” he hissed as he looked over his shoulder, to see how the battle begun.The Demon of the Nightbloom took his blade in hand just as the being summoned into the material plane by Caille reached him. He struck her with his blade, sending her flying across the room like she had no weight at all. A black liquid splattered on the ground.Caille clicked her tongue. “She’s not strong enough – she doesn’t even know how to use that body.” She muttered as she turned her attention back at the briars