Mon’Ter walked alongside Spiritus Finis and king Agathon as they made their way towards the room connecting the Nature’s Keep with Mora’s realm of white. Along the hallway, Agathon did not forget to tell his servants about his plan of a grand feast in the nightly evening, he told them to make sure there would be lots of amazing food whenever they decided to return here. Once the servants boasted of how amazing the food would be tonight, Mon’Ter felt like he may very well go back on his word about skipping dinner.
‘You know, food does sound like a good thing to have tonight,’ the chimera thought with a finger on his chin, his drool slightly running. ‘Yeah, food would be good, I regret my earlier blunders and revoke them completely!’ he weirdly raised a hand as if making a victory pose, which shocked the servants and surprised the two people he’d been following. Mon’Ter didn’t mind, he simply thought more about t
Mon’Ter exited Mora’s realm together with Agathon after having accomplished his two goals. One obviously being the sap from the sacred tree and, as for the other, asking whether or not Mora knew how to unlock more of his untapped potential. Sadly for Mon’Ter, that answer wasn’t at all satisfactory and merely left him with more questions than answers. He was however excited to go meet up with his friends again, and even more excited to go back on his word. The silver lining, if you will. As they kept on strolling through the hallways of the Nature’s keep, Mon’Ter suddenly decided to turn to the elven king with a quizzical expression. “Oh, oh, king Agathon,” he spoke with a smile, quite obviously over excited about something. “Namir mentioned elven cuisine before! What types of foods do you have?” and quite obviously, that something was food. “Ah, well, the traditional elven cuisine mostly comprises a mixture of nature’s finest resources. Whether that b
“A mercy kill?!” Mon’Ter shouted at the king with a scowl. “So you just killed them?!” “I did, yes,” Agathon turned back to Mon’Ter to show his conviction, he’d furrowed his brows and wrinkled his brow. “I do not regret that decision, no matter how much I wish there was another way out of it!” the king grit his teeth hard, sharply in taking another breath before speaking again. “The sad truth is simply that there wasn’t. You are either able to overcome this addiction to magic power or you cannot! There are no in betweens when it comes to this, Mon’Ter!” The chimera clicked his tongue and marched to the wall on the side; he raised his fist and punched through it in rage as he roared. “DAMN IT!” his fist caused the wall to collapse and dust to flow into the air, more than a dozen rooms got destroyed in the process of the shock wave which ensued from his fist’s velocity. “Don’t cause such a ruckus now, Mon’Ter,” Agathon said as he weaved his finger with fast mov
Once the sun came up, Mon’Ter finally took his eyes off of Elyenora and looked at the impending light, softly gracing their skin and reaching for their eyes. “Finally morning,” he mumbled softly with a stagnant breathing, his gaze slightly narrowed and convicted for what is to come. “I wonder if King Agathon is ready with his teleportation thingy yet or not.” Mon’Ter moved his gaze to Sereia, who half napped, half just stood awake and recuperated. Hopefully, it would be enough to walk. He mumbled to her as he stood up. “He’d better.” “Yeah, definitely would better have,” Sereia groaned, doing her best to lift herself up from bed. “Ugh… I can somewhat move now at least, damn, I hate using the water Avatar state… And to do it twice in a row is just… Urgh…” “Could have been worse,” Mon’Ter concentrated on his left side, he placed his eyes on the stump and slowly caused a surge through his bloodstream. Within seconds, a second arm grew in place of his emp
After the teleportation process finished, the two still moving party members found themselves deafened and blinded by the execution of the magic and general transportation. Paired with the bright sky, it was a killer combo. Mon’Ter and Sereia both had to squint their eyes a few times to adjust as the sudden light from the sun had simply blinded them almost completely.“Ugh… This is too much light,” Sereia placed a hand over her eyes to try to adjust her vision more appropriately, albeit, it didn’t quite seem to work like she’d like it to.“Damn… Why is it so bright…” Mon’Ter, too, grumbled, but as his eyes finally adjusted, he gasped out in pure shock. “Wha-”There was a grand flame burning in the city center, multiple piles so tall they reached up to the roofs of buildings and so numerous they covered the entire view. At the base of some, he could see people scattering and scurryin
Leonidas Le’crysta Benulis, had finally, recovered. ‘So, that’s Ely and Sam’s grandpa,’ Mon’Ter thought as he watched the old man get out of his bed. Randus removed the barrier around the two of them and allowed Leonidas to walk out, now without issue and with relative ease, aside from the pains he felt from laying down for so long. “Damn it…” he rubbed the back of his neck, cracking and adjusting it as he did. After closing off one eye and grating his teeth in annoyance, Leonidas asked. “How long have I been out for?” he stretched his arms upward. “And what has been happening while I have been asleep?” “A lot,” Randus clicked with his tongue. “You slept for over a month by now, and it’s only been getting worse since. I’ve more than confirmed the dragon cult’s involvement by now. “What?! The dragon cultists have returned?!” Leonidas turned to the mage with widened eyes. “They have, it is quite obvious,” Randus nodded with a grimace. “Not only
The two old men began to plan their next actions together with Mon’Ter. With a clear sight for their next target, they would have to do whatever it took to assist Elyenora and Samuel. Randus came up with a way to do things, he would send Mon’Ter and Leonidas together through a long distance teleportation gate of his own, and he would remain here in Weylorn. By now, more than half the populace had succumbed to the curse. The survivors were quarantined, of course, but that didn’t do much in terms of bringing them peace of mind. After Randus began to succumb to the curse himself, the citizens no longer had a leader to turn to, and that devolved them into a sort of mindless mob lurking around the corners and straying far from people with the aim of survival. Seeing the bodies of your loved ones fall one after the other to an unknown sickness after a dragon attack will do that to people, and because of that, Weylorn had grown lawless. Now, with Randus awake and healthy again, how
Once Mon’Ter and Leonidas came through the gateway, they found themselves within an interesting environment. “Whoa!” Mon’Ter wowed as he looked at the scenery, a marble floor reached far and wide for as far as he could see, floating stairs going up to platforms in the air and large tables for robed men and women alike to sit together and discuss their affairs atop them. The roof looked to be a painted depiction of a magician walking towards the most colossal book in existence, it was supposed to be the knowledge of a lifetime that each mage strives to reach shown in artistic form. On one of the far off walls, there were multiple white doors with crystal knobs, each one had a name written atop it to mark whatever city it led to and its specific guild building. “Hm?” One of the older mages noticed the sudden visitors. “Sir Leonidas!” he shouted, gaining the attention of the majority of mages in the space. “You’re back on your feet?!” “Hello, Moses,” Leonidas wa
Eventually, Leonidas led Mon’Ter right to the base of the temple stairs, at which of course were stationed multiple knights of the holy order that stood guard.“Halt!” the holy knight placed a hand before Leonidas. “State your name and reason for going towards the Temple of Goddess Elene.”The old knight sighed at the youthful man, in truth he found it a tad amusing, considering he could see one of the other holy knights cringe back at the sight of his junior. That one obviously knew it was Leonidas, but he remained silent, and so the elderly hero of the kingdom played along normally. “Leonidas, Le’Crysta, Benulis,” he said slowly, trying to emphasize his name to the lad.“Wha-” the young knight gulped upon hearing the name.“Reason for coming is to seek aid in Princess Elyenora’s recovery,” Leonidas said, then shoved past the soldier with his shoulder. “Now move aside you