The footsteps only grew nearer as he got rid of most of the sticky webs on his clothes. Kyle’s heart raced as he finally got back up on his feet, ready to cast a spell at whoever it was that arrived.“Droigheann?!” He exclaimed as soon as the silhouette stepped out from the narrow hallway on the other side of the door. The Demon paused, then looked at Kyle before immediately turning his gaze to the hole in the wall on the other side of the brooding chamber, where the Damhan-Nectidh had climbed out of.“We have little time,” The Demon stated, then paused and looked at Kyle again. To the Necronomicon he was pressing against his chest, specifically. “Oh, so that was it.” He muttered quietly before grabbing Kyle’s arm and pulling him towards the door.Kyle didn’t even try to resist. As weird as it was to feel relief upon seeing the damned demon, he was truly glad that it was Droigheann who stepped out of the dark

Kyle staggered towards his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Immediately he walked to the back of the room, exited through the small door hidden behind a curtain, to a private area of the hot springs he had the dwarves make specifically for him.He took off his clothes and soaked himself in the hot water. The steam rising from the large body of water filled the air. He breathed in the steamy air, trying to get the smell of death and decay out of his mind.Whatever pieces of cobweb were left on him slowly melted away in the hot water. A while later, Kyle submerged his head in the water, and ran his fingers through his hair a few times. He felt some pieces of cobweb get stuck on his hair, but that wasn’t all.“What the hell?” He muttered as soon as he lifted his head out of the water. His brown hair fell before his eyes blocking his view completely. When had his hair grown so much?!He quickly threw his now shoulder length hair back

The elven leader took much convincing, and the other elves even more. They protested at first, because they liked it here. The forest was gigantic, thick, and filled with life. The lake was the most beautiful blue it could be, and this was the home of these unicorns. It wouldn’t do to move up to the barren plateau, they cried. Where would their trees be?But their lives were on the line, and they were not stupid – they knew the plateau was the safest place to be. Kyle promised to help them with the move, as well as help them grow their ideal forest by the river. It took a while, but eventually, they accepted.“You did good to bring them to the plateau,” The Fallen Knight commented as they rode back to the cathedral. “They are strong warriors, and I am sure they will be of much help if we ever were to be directly attacked.”Kyle scowled. “That’s not why I wanted them to move to the plateau.” He dismissed her w

Kyle wasn’t sure how to feel about being back in the city of Arceum. There were more people who could recognise him now, thanks to Jeffrey and his stupid underlings. But on the other hand, inside the city, attacking was prohibited. As in, if anyone tried to attack someone else, they’d immediately be struck down by a bolt of lightning.When Luke first mentioned it, Kyle had some trouble believing it, but Caille claimed to have seen it happen before. So, he just shrugged, and decided to accept it.“So, where to first?” Luke asked, glancing at Igna. The guild leader smirked. “First, we sell all of these bones and teeth and everything else the drake dropped!” She led them throughout the streets, to the small shop she’d brought Kyle before.They sold everything, pocketed their money, then hurried over to the auction house. It was almost dusk, and the auction would begin soon.“So,” Caille turned to look at

“No.” The Prince stated, folding his arms. “I will not forge you any old piece of armour.”Kyle rolled his eyes. There it was – that dwarven pride.“But you yourself said you don’t have the heart of the forge!” He protested, despite knowing it was in vain. “You realise what sort of a dilemma this is, right?”The dwarven prince raised his chin. “Get me the heart, and I will craft you the most powerful piece of armour you’ve ever seen!” He declared.Kyle pressed his palm against his forehead. “… Where do I find it?” He finally asked, giving up on trying to convince the goat-headed dwarven prince.“Up north from the village, there are the vermillion mountains – an undead best resides in a pathway between two mountains. Beyond the path it guards, you will find old ruins of dwarven make. Within them rests the heart of the forge.” The Dwarven prince p