155 Distraction

Tyler rode into the woodland path for about half an hour. The young man could understand what made Britta so aggressive. Butch Salvatore, his teacher, must have given her a direct order to protect him at all costs. At least until his ascension to the Seraphim King happened.

However, the young woman shouldn't make her duty an excuse for controlling Tyler just because she saved him once. She went too far, deciding what he must and must not do. Nobody, not even Butch, was entitled to such a privilege.

Furthermore, Britta dared to fire bullets at him. It was integral to put the woman in her place. An aide shouldn't aspire to become the master.

Tyler brought his attention back to the journey. He followed the map strictly, looking for the exact crossroads leading to El Abyssium. What an uncharacteristic name for a place. Was it a hidden monastery or the ruins of one? Or was it an imaginary place cooked up by superstitious locals? The answer lay ahead of him.

Tyler was confronted with a tall