Mon’Ter dragged himself across the hallways that continued past the large room he’d decimated previously. Nearly all of the assassins were now dead, the ones still alive were on the outside of the dungeon which meant only Jalid Talherd remained by himself. Mon’ter didn’t know that, yet he didn’t care in the slightest at this moment whether there were many more enemies or just one. He simply followed Elyenora’s presence and scent towards her destination in as quick of a pace as he could. “Ely... Be safe...” Mon’Ter muttered to himself, huffing as he walked. Visually he didn’t seem to have any sort of wound on his body due to the phoenix flames from earlier, however the strain his body took after using all of those abilities was evident. He himself had said it, this was not something he’d experienced before and was thus not used to it at all, his body had not accustomed to such power and wanted to make him sleep and rest. After all, with just one attack, nearly half of the undergro
Upon Jalid Talherd’s words sounding, the jade chains holding Mon’Ter suddenly swung up to the ceiling along with him and smashed his body there with full force. The moment after that he was accelerated downwards and brought down to the floor which cracked upon contact with a small crater forming. Shana who had been looking at this then screamed in denial, “No!” It was as if those small embers of hope she’d found were once more being kicked around to stop their flames, leaving her to despair and await her impending demise. All she could do was watch as this exchange repeated tens of times until Mon’Ter was turned into a bloodied pulp, these chain’s strength was no joke either as the Dungeon was fortified heavily yet they managed to crack both its floor and ceiling with utter ease. Mon’Ter was soon hung in the air with his arm and two legs outstretched, they were tied tightly by the chains while his head leaned down with blood slowly dripped down his brow. “Any last words, my dear
“I am Vladaroth!” The voice that came from Mon’Ter’s mouth spoke with indomitable power, it gave the receiver of the words a deep impression of whom he was dealing with, yet still he found it hard to believe. Looking onto the supposed king of vampires with fear in his eyes as his face was held by Mon’Ter, blood seeping down from his cheeks due to having his face pierced by the pale hand’s fingernails, Jalid Talherd thought to himself in horror. ‘Vladaroth...? THE Vladaroth...? How can it be...? He should have died centuries ago...!’ “Now, human, may I ask thee of a simple question?” The one known as Vladaroth spoke through Mon’Ter’s mouth, a face contorted in anger showed onto his visage. “Mmgh... Mmhmm...” Muffling a nod, Jalid Talherd hoped to live through the night to see dawn once more, however in his mind there was little chance of that. “Splendid,” Vladaroth smiled, “Tell me, why have you gone and attacked me? Your gaze tells me you know exactly who I am, yet you dare
Within the darkness, Vladaroth’s hands trembled while he knew not of how to respond to the voice in his head, he most certainly did not want this voice as an enemy and this show of power had convinced him of that. Yet, he was still confident in overcoming whatever power this voice used to instill fear in him, he was confident in successfully purging it if needed. ‘What do you want from me?’ Vladaroth asked the voice in a cautious tone. ~'To stop controlling this body, you are Not its host.'~ The voice replied in an ordering tone, before continuing with an explanation. ~'This seems to be a special case, an awakening of your persona due to the child's weakened state and forceful transformation.'~‘What do you mean?’ Vladaroth asked, bewildered by what the implications of this explanation could mean. ~'The mage's eyes had activated this body's blood, in turn awakening your power. This isn't a power the child should be using this early on to begin with, and because of the weakness
The situation went from an awkward silence to a dreadful standoff in mere moments, Shana had been taken hostage and the slumbering Elyenora as well as the man whom neither Siya nor Drull recognized were also in grave danger. “Come on! Weapons on the ground!” The assassin holding Shana by the neck barked orders, “Else you’ll see this girl bleed out before your eyes!” “Hmpf, seems like you missed the last few minutes.” Siya snorted, “Siya just told her not to put Siya and Drull in danger! Why would Siya give up hers and Drull’s life for this girl then?” “W-What?!” The assassin looked rather shocked, stepping back a little in a defensive way. “Siya, calm down.” Drull said, stepping forth, “We’ll comply with that demand.” “Eh?! Drull!” Siya yelled. “We still owe a debt to those two.” Drull answer, looking towards Elyenora and Mon’Ter as he thought to himself, ‘If I were a betting man, I’d have to guess this person helped us in some way.” Having said his piece, Drull moved his sw
The morning rays of the sun lit up the vast lands surrounding the city of Breles, people woke up and began their daily routines with many conversing about the previous day’s announcements that explained what had been transpiring behind their backs. A thing that they were enjoying was that the city lord had finally been changed to someone a bit nicer and who they actually get to see and communicate with. “We’ll be off now.” Elyenora turned around as she held Mon’Ter over her shoulder, looking towards the people behind her. Mon’Ter seemed to be slumbering still, not showing any signs of waking up from his sleep any time soon from the looks of it either. “Mm. I wish you safe travels Ely.” Nadia nodded with a kind smile, waving together with her fiancé and Shana who’d come along with her brother to the group before them. “Be careful out there!” He shouted out. “Goodbye everyone! Enjoy the roadside scenery!” Shana waved as well, smiling lightly to the departing people while her l
“I’d like to ask you, my lady, where exactly is princess Elyenora?” The man asked, walking up to Nadia’s desk and revealing his visage clad in black garbs, there was a pair of jagged daggers at his waist and a dreadful aura surrounding him. Nadia furrowed her brows, thinking to herself, ‘An assassin...? Already?’ She’d been expecting someone like this to arrive, but not today, not so soon... … “Thank you for the tea, Nadia.” Elyenora spoke somberly, drinking from the cup which the soon to be newly appointed city lord had given her. “It’s of no problem, princess.” Nadia sat down at the table which the two women were using, “But pray do tell, why the sudden visit?” She asked. This was the discussion of the night before the princess’ departure for Nepel, when she visited Nadia and asked for a private discussion. “Hmm...” Elyenora mused at the question, wondering how to start this talk of hers, “I’m worried.” “Worried? About what exactly?” Nadia asked, feeling a little concerned
At the small town of Nepel, in one remote section with an Inn inside of which a group of people were staying, there was some commotion going on during the night... “Drull! Give Siya the butter!” A short girl with white hair bellowed, pouting her face as she extended her arm. “No! You’re eating too much of this, Siya!” The tall man with ruffled black hair in front of her responded, pulling his hand back which held the butter in question. There was a group of four sitting down at a small table, the two in the midst of arguing being across each other. “Now, now Siya, don’t be too greedy about food.” A beautiful blond girl sitting on the right of the short white haired one tried to calm her down, looking to her pleadingly. “No, Ely! No! Siya wants butter!” Siya bellowed, stomping on the ground with both feet one after the other. “Are you a child?!” The bald man who’d been sitting to the other side quietly shouted, slamming the table with his palm, “What’s with the tantrum? Shut up a