The battle between Xander and Darius reached a fever pitch, their movements a blur of agility and lethal intent. Just as Xander was about to counterattack, the hall's grand doors burst open, and two noble children stumbled in, their wide eyes filled with curiosity.As they entered, the thick black smoke enveloped them, causing them to cough and cry. Reacting instantly, Xander ceased his attack and dashed towards the children. He scooped them up in his arms, shielding their faces from the smoke with his cloak.Darius, perched on the window sill, paused and looked at the scene unfolding before him. A hint of frustration crossed his face as he realized the interruption. "Seems like you got lucky today, thanks to these kids," he called out, his voice tinged with resignation.Xander, holding the children close, glared at Darius but said nothing. The assassin sighed and swiftly leapt out of the window, disappearing into the night.With the immediate threat gone, Xander quickly exited the ha
Xander, his expression serious, turned to the king. "Your Majesty, we need a more private and secure place to discuss this."King Richard nodded solemnly and led Xander to a well-guarded safe room. Once inside, the king locked the door behind them and exhaled deeply. "It's high time I understand the full scope of this Hidden Hands organization," he said.Xander began to unveil the extensive and insidious reach of the Hidden Hands, speaking in a tone that resonated with grim knowledge. "The Hidden Hands aren't just a group of power-hungry nobles; they are a massive, shadowy organization with tentacles stretching across kingdoms."The king listened intently, his expression turning to one of shock and concern. "They've orchestrated significant political upheavals, including the assassination of a king and the manipulation of a duke's rise to power. Their ability to alter the political landscape is terrifyingly efficient."Xander paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "They wer
When David returned to his room, the shadows seemed to cling to him, reflecting the dark tempest within. Charles, his right-hand man and royal guard, awaited him, his imposing figure framed by blonde hair and a neatly trimmed goatee."Your Highness, how did the audience with the lady mage fare?" Charles inquired with a smirk, already sensing the outcome.David's fists clenched in fury as he paced. "She had the audacity to reject me, Charles. A prince! She prefers some unknown scoundrel over me!"Charles chuckled, his voice laced with malice. "Ah, the nerve of some people. But we have ways to correct such... misunderstandings, don't we?"David stopped pacing, a cruel smile twisting his features. "Exactly. If she won't come willingly, we'll just have to persuade her. She wouldn't be the first to learn the error of refusing me."Recalling similar past incidents, Charles nodded in agreement. "Do you recall Lady Elise? The terror in her eyes eventually turned to resignation. And that peasa
As Xander and Atheria set off in their carriage towards Mooncrest, the journey ahead seemed less daunting in each other's company. The carriage rattled along the cobblestone paths, occasionally jolting them as it navigated through the uneven terrain.“Five days to Mooncrest,” Xander remarked, staring out at the passing scenery. “Feels like we’re heading into a storm.”Atheria, leaning back, played with a strand of her hair. “A storm we’ve been brewing for a while now.”There was a pause before Atheria's tone shifted, “Xander, there’s something I haven’t told you. Back at the castle... Prince David, he... he confessed his feelings for me.”Xander turned to her, a mix of surprise and concern on his face. “And?”“I rejected him,” she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.Xander’s expression hardened slightly. “People like him don’t take no for an answer easily, Atheria. He’s the prince; his ego won’t handle rejection well.”“I know, but I had to be honest. Besides, I can take care of
Berek gestured for Xander and Atheria to sit at a rugged wooden table cluttered with maps and documents. The resistance leader's expression was grave as he began to outline the current state of Mooncrest under Duke Marvin's rule."The situation is grim," Berek started, his voice low and steady. "Marvin has tightened his grip on the kingdom in every way imaginable. He's established checkpoints at all major routes leading into and out of the city. Merchants are heavily scrutinized, their goods often seized under the pretense of security. This has choked off many supplies that the city desperately needs."He pointed to a map of the city, dotted with various marks. "Tax collectors roam the streets, imposing new levies at Marvin's whim. The taxes are backbreaking, designed to keep the populace in a perpetual state of poverty and dependence. He's squeezing the life out of Mooncrest, coin by coin."Xander's jaw tightened as he listened, his hands clenching into fists. Atheria's eyes were col
The night air was tense with anticipation as Berek readied his explosive arrows, the signal for the beginning of their mission. With a steady hand, he aimed at a distant part of the city, far from the warehouse but close enough to draw attention. The arrow soared through the night sky, trailing a faint line of light before erupting into a brilliant explosion. The sound echoed through the streets, and almost immediately, the distant sounds of chaos and confusion followed.As planned, a portion of the guards at the main gate of the warehouse began to mobilize, heading toward the source of the disturbance. Xander watched them leave, a cold determination in his eyes. This was his moment to strike.He turned to Atheria, who nodded back at him from her hidden position. "Good luck," she whispered, barely audible.Xander moved swiftly, his superhuman speed a blur in the shadows. He approached the remaining guards at the gate, his senses heightened and alert for any sign of danger. The guards
As Xander stepped into the vast interior of the warehouse, a sense of unease crept over him. The air was heavy, filled with the scent of stored supplies, but there was something else – an undercurrent of something sinister. He moved cautiously between the rows of crates, his senses on high alert.Suddenly, the eerie quiet was shattered by a low, guttural muttering. Xander froze, listening. The sound was unlike anything he had heard before – a chorus of hoarse, inhuman voices. He turned slowly, his blood sword at the ready.From the shadows of the warehouse, a group of soldiers emerged. But these were no ordinary soldiers. They were grotesquely muscular, towering over normal men, their veins bulging under their unnaturally stretched skin. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, yet filled with a hunger for violence. They moved with a lumbering gait, their large hands clenched into fists.The soldiers wore tattered remnants of armor, but it was clear that they relied more on their sheer size
The battle within the dimly lit warehouse grew increasingly desperate as the zombie soldier, despite the relentless assault from Xander and Atheria, began to gain the upper hand. Its movements, though cumbersome, were powered by an unnatural strength that seemed to defy the laws of nature.Xander, realizing the direness of the situation, decided to use his last resort – his vampiric fangs, a part of his Blood Mage abilities. With a swift movement, he lunged at the zombie soldier, aiming for its neck. However, to his shock and dismay, his fangs failed to penetrate the creature's thick, leathery skin. The realization that even his most primal weapon was ineffective sent a wave of disbelief through him."Damn it! Nothing's working!" Xander grunted, barely dodging a powerful blow from the zombie soldier.Atheria, firing arrows in rapid succession, shouted, "Xander, watch out!"The zombie soldier, seizing the moment, landed a heavy punch that sent Xander reeling back. He stumbled, trying t