It’s been years, at least, since Vernon had been the one playing on the field. The last memory he had of this investigation kind of thing was when The Chosen one was 7 years old. It was when he and the other elders discussed it was best for the boy to be homeschooled.Less risk and exposure. Somehow, the elder felt like he was in his 30’s again. He even wore something that resembled a uniform.“Here”, Yves says, brisk, no nonsense, and Vernon reminisces the days the two of them teemed up. Yves always had a certain flare in him. The voice he uses in meetings, fingers laced, eyes cool, the tone he employs to get men at least ten years his senior to do his bidding.And knowing Yves, he really does the job. Like how he managed to get the PSG fellows to talk.It’s resolute, incontrovertible, and Vernon doesn’t bother resisting when Yves presses a Kahr Arms P380 gun into his hands.Now he remembers it. The man with him is used to seeing dead bodies at his feet. A man who is a part of the da

Nobody suspects a thing. Not that they know of, anyway. Golind dives down and landed on a tree. His claws grappled on the tree trunk. He began to pry and look around — but the vision of a bird never really did him any favors. This time he looked around for a bug to consume. Looking around the ground— he finds a creepy-crawler. A centipede. Not ideal but he has little to no choice. So he flies and dives and consumes the thing. In a matter of seconds after consuming the critter he was able to transform, his body getting used to the feeling of being an insect. He crawled towards the direction of his Creature — making sure to mask his aura. Golind had always had this unclean and sinful desire. He transformed into a centipede and crawled towards Cecilli and Geralt of Solaria’s direction. He watched what the two Centaurs were doing. Wanting to find the right to escape while Sphinox keeps the third one — the boy occupied. But then he saw the half-breed hide on the back of a big rock. Soo

He noticed that the young man named Fraco, as well as the half-breed named Lerroy had stopped and camped in a house. The centaur half-breed named Cecilli… as he heard the name, was on the lookout for his creator.‘Here goes nothing.’ He said to himself as he approached them. And as he crawled --- tiptoed closer and closer, he recalled everything he learned from the Fortress. Anything. Every information to make them believe.He approached the three, and noticed that Geralt of Solaria was no longer with them.“Good evening.” He informs the three with a grin. As predicted, the Centaurs stood up from their seats and were ready to end his life.He’s an intruder, of course. But he managed to stand his ground. Fraco already had a ball of fire on his hand. Cecilli was commanding black and red water. And Lerroy was pointing a sword at him.He knew he had to be bold.“I’m a survivor.” Was what he said first. And he noticed it caught Fraco’s attention. Though the words sting against his tongue,

The griffon’s mighty wing flutters and moves faster and faster. Kane and Dalton were wearing a uniform similar to that of a Sorcerer assigned to work on a fortress. “We’re ready to fly – sir.” Kane’s head whips up in incredulity, and he watches, almost nervously — and his eyes are shaking as Dalton straps on the belt on his body for protection. The belt on his body had been secured too. Now all that’s left is for them to take off. “Are you good?” Dalton doesn’t look up. Not until he had fastened himself and was ready for the flight. “Ready.” Kane took a deep breath. Truth be told, he was more nervous about seeing Lerroy than the risk of flying. “You think he’s alive?” He shouted, mainly because of the noise created by the griffon. Dalton rolled his eyes. “Of course he’s alive. Lerroy is strong.” “Seriously you shouldn’t have left him there.” Kane swears Dalton gave him a look that he could only describe as intimidating. “What?!” He spat, looking offended. “What if he dies? W

Who would have thought that Kane would learn how to fly in such a short amount of time. Kane was flying through the air, his hands against the side of his body, the winds whipping strongly against him. Below him was cloud cover, striated clouds tinged with slight pink, rose and gold like the colors of a sunrise… He knew he was rushing, that hurrying somewhere was a matter of utmost importance right now, but he couldn’t remember why. He couldn’t recall what had happened. As he looked ahead, he saw it. A column of dark storm clouds, twisting together to form a miles-high column. Even from this distance, he could see what appeared to be dark specks circling that storm cloud and, without a doubt, he knew a battle lay ahead.At his side, he knew without knowing how he knew, four other forms had joined him in flight, keeping pace with him as he soared ahead. A mixture of different faces and different looks, at once, they were strangers to him and also his closest friends.A woman with ice