Within the colored space, he floated again, face to face with the giant purple sphere. Yet, there was something different with the being right now, as the glow on his rings was no longer as vivid or vibrant.“What’s the catch?”He asks.Thankfully, the entity was more talkative than before, as he found out the thing was the one who gave him those systems.The being also revealed that each orb had called upon their own champions, vying for influence within that world. Though it did not explain why.“There is none. Do what you want, as you wish, no questions asked.”Its voice hummed. Yet it sounded weaker now.“From my knowledge, dealing with beings like you, there is always some sort of complication.”He says, remembering those old stories from books, comics, and fables about such.He wanted to avoid getting caught up in some kind of trap again, or worst, do some stuff against his will.“I think you are already experiencing it, my chosen one. Your actions, your consequences.”The spher

Both men were huffing and puffing when they got out of the opposite parts of the forest, sweating profusely from dragging several items.Once they saw each other, they somehow put on a smile, seeing that the other was okay.They throw all the things they have gathered into one gigantic pile in front of the tent they the made for the otherworlder.Even if all those requests were odd, all they could do was to follow, hoping for redemption, clinging to the chance their families were still alive.The two fell on their behinds once they were done with all of it. Fatigue taking toll on their bodies from working all day to collect the amount of stuff they needed.“What’s will he do with all these things?”Hallor grumbled before letting himself fall on the ground to lie on the cold earth.“I don’t understand myself.”Galford remained seated, throwing a confused gaze at the odd heap they have collected all throughout the forest.“Wow, you two are fast.”Clifford chuckled, seeing his companions

A small caravan made up of carriages carrying cages, using the veil of night as their shield. Each filled with several women and children, crying as they hugged one another.They marched in the shadows of the trees, slowly and with caution. A few knights with no sigil and men in dark robes guarded it.Among the group, one person stood out. A hooded individual with white light armor, claw like gauntlets, face covered by the same silken cloth, confidently riding a white steed at the head of it all.Every gaze the fellow took remained cautious, wandering each corner of that forest.“Captain, what’s wrong?”One soldiers walk closer, seeing how their leader’s shoulder tensed.Instead of a reply, the captain only raised a hand, signaling for his subordinate to keep quiet. All of them were now at the ready, sheathing their weapons in an instant.Within the dark woods, the owl’s hoot and insect chirp vanished. The wind became stale with uneasiness, along with its sudden pause.“For the kingdo

Arcturious looked down at the masses from his window. He sighed upon seeing the large number of tents and crowds of people lining up for the meager rations they offered.It’s only been weeks since they had begun secretly rescuing the denizens of their land from the kingdom’s army. Yet, they were already depleting their resources, as the numbers of refugees continued to grow.He gritted his teeth, clenching his fist in such a manner his gloves squeak. It was happening again; the kingdom was culling its populace for a reason only the king and his lackeys know of.Even he, the duke, had no knowledge of why they were doing this.And no matter how much he ponders on it, trying to piece out every possibility, nothing would come up that could garner such atrocity.“My lord, what bothers you?”Dallor bows down to his master, but the Duke seemed too enthralled in his own thoughts he barely notice him enter. His steps, even if it was careful and slow, caused the floors to creak, thus finally ge

The sun nearly touch the mountains, and with the remaining light slowly fading, Dallor’s grin grew wide, his chest throbbing with the mix of pride and excitement for what was to come.The supposed time was at hand. With all the preparations he’d had done, he became confident things will go his way. He was certain the king will reward him for his service and deeds.The man could not help imagining himself kneeling in front of the king, receiving praise, congratulations, along with getting a title for his job.His daydreaming ended upon glimpsing at the shadow emerging from within the darkness. Before revealing a hooded individual.“Have you found out anything yet?”He asks, putting on a stern face before facing his subordinate.Brenton Fox, a once proud and skilled knight from the capital, was now reduced to nothing but a meager spy, all because of some rumor told by a noble. And as punishment, they had disfigured his face in such a manner. He can no longer show it to anyone.In order