Chapter 15

The underground has only one source of light. From the torches held on the walls. The silence was broken in the hallway when more destructive magic spells struck the castle, dust, and rubble falling down from above them.

Aeriel and Invictus were ready to go, preparing themselves for what awaited them on the ground floor where commotion and battles between two forces were happening.

"When we get out of here, what do you plan on doing, Lord Invictus?" Asked Aeriel.

Right now, Invictus could not do anything regarding the dreadful look on his legs. He was too eager to cut it already and have them regrowth to fix the problem.

"You don't need to add a lord as an honorific when speaking to me, Aeriel.

I'm just a mere deadman walking, a peasant whose life will only revolve around a sole purpose; to get revenge."

Invictus was fixing his clothes, conscious about how he looked, checking himself if he did not seem weird wearing a totally unmatched pair of tops and pants.

"I possibly can't! Lord I