“Indeed,” Erdan-Sol’s voice boomed as he carried Kyle, walking towards the plateau with surprising speed. “We do have much to talk about, old friend.”Droigheann leaned his back against the giant’s fingers, and smirked. “How did you end up in there anyways? How could a puny necromancer get the better of you?” He asked with an amused tone.The Giant let out a sigh. His entire body shook with that sigh. Kyle gulped, sitting in the giant’s palm, he could only hope Droigheann wouldn’t annoy him too much. He didn’t want to get killed like this, not by being squished in a giant’s palm.“If only she was just a puny necromancer…” The giant shook his head. “She was powerful, old friend. Powerful, and clearly experienced in her ways. I always thought she was the one in possession of the Necronomicon.” Erdan-Sol’s gaze turned to Kyle. “Now that I k
The path leading up to the plateau was right in front of them.“I don’t understand.” Kyle gritted his teeth. “You are so sure I’ll try and rule the world or something. All I want is to live here, and not be invaded by a rich brat and his friends!” He realised he was shouting after the fact.“Then you must learn to defend the land you have claimed,” The Giant’s advice rang empty in Kyle’s ears. He pressed his palm against his forehead. “I already explained it to you-““And I have told you – necromancy is never the answer.” Erdan-Sol cut him off. “I will not tolerate-““Enough!” Droigheann’s voice boomed. A wave of darkness spread forth from the Demon of the Darkbloom. He clenched his armoured fists. “Stop it, Erdan-Sol.” He hissed, his voice seething with anger.The Gaint paused, he looked at the demon with a confused expre
“They sure work fast.” Droigheann whispered, leaning towards Kyle. The young summoner nodded. He had to agree, they’d been gone for less than a day, and already there was a new building upon the plateau.“This will not do!” The giant declared as soon as they entered the building, only to see a wide stairway leading down underground. “I can no fit through here!” He protested, clearly alarmed by the mere thought of not being able to enter the forge.“Don’t worry,” One of the dwarves tried to calm the giant down. Since he had less of an accent, it was much easier to understand him. “We’ll change the entrance.”Kyle let out a sigh. “So?” He asked, looking at the Demon of the Nightbloom. “What do you think?”Droigheann let out a sigh. “Well, he’s sure to be a powerful asset.” He smirked. “But that’s not what you asked, is it?&
Whatever warmth the dwarves’ words lit up in Kyle’s heart was immediately snuffed out by the Demon’s cold gaze.Kyle was about to get a change of clothes when the Demon of the Nightbloom appeared out of his shadow. Kyle immediately pulled his shirt back down as the Demon smirked.“What?!” He hissed, annoyed.Droigheann’s smirk vanished. “I think I know how to protect you from the Necronomicon’s drain.” His cold, calculating voice gave Kyle surprising confidence in the Demon’s abilities. He didn’t think the Demon of the Nightbloom was lying, nor did he believe he would take too big of a chance when it came to Kyle’s life.“How?” he asked as he fixed his clothes and sat down on the couch. The Demon didn’t sit, instead, he folded his arms and glared at Kyle. “There is an artefact that once belonged to the God of Light. It was used to protect the Temple from the demo
The road leading to the Temple of Light was often trodden. What used to be a dirt path snaking along the rocks and cliffs, then passing through the small forests around the grasslands had now become a stone paved road.Merchants travelled through here now, and as Kyle rode along the road, he came across many people, players and otherwise. Oddly enough though, there were no elves or dwarves, or any other species aside from humans.He couldn’t help but scowl. Why? The Elves didn’t have just a single grove – the group that had moved to the plateau along with Kyle were just one of the many groups of elves in this part of the world. And the same could be said for the dwarves. Sure, the group that left Prince Thornir and his new home in the Cloudrest Mountains to live with Kyle on his plateau was a large one, but it was hardly the only group of dwarves in this part of the world.“Odd,” He muttered mostly to himself. Mostly, because he was well
“So,” Droigheann turned to face Kyle as the last of the men died, leaving the road empty save for the summoner and the demon. “Care to tell me why they’re so fixated on you?”Kyle chuckled but his smile faded as he noticed the look on the Demon’s face. There was no wicked, or amused smile there, nor was the demon having fun. The dead serious look in his eyes, and his pale lips pressed together caused Kyle concern.“I killed their leader a few times.” He tried to explain. “He just kept falling into the pitfall traps I’d put up to repel undead and such.”Droigheann’s expression didn’t change. He continued glaring at Kyle.“I’m telling the truth!” He pressed in a hurry. Did Droigheann not believe him? “He decided I must be killed, that I’m a-“ He stopped himself. ‘I’m a boss’ wasn’t the best way to explain this to Droi
As soon as the Demon finished his words, the crystal shattered. Kyle was quick to reach out and snatch the chain that was contained within, before it fell to the ground.Immediately, he felt the cold rush of power run through the chain, to his fingers, then up his arms. He shuddered, and clenched his fist before he dropped the chain.“Are you sure this is broken?”He hissed through his clenched teeth. “This seems very much functioning.” He shivered. It felt as if someone had doused him in ice cold water.Droigheann scowled. His brows furrowed, and he narrowed his eyes as the chain let out a soft, white glow. “Are you certain?” He asked with a wary voice. “That should not be possible. It’s not, I saw it break – shatter, with my own eyes.” His words seemed to be directed more towards himself, so Kyle didn’t respond.It was so, so cold. He gritted his teeth as the power of the chain washed
Blinded and caught unprepared, Kyle felt his back hit the wall behind him. The taste of blood filled his mouth as pain jolted throughout his body. He then fell to the ground as the explosion subsided. His heart was racing as he tried to regain his sight.“Droigheann?!” His voice was but a whisper. A drop of blood rolled down his chin as he spat on the ground.“What happened? The Necronomicon, is it damaged?!” He shouted with a cracked voice. Had all of their effort been in vain? Were all those close brushes with death he’d gone through all in vain?His vision slowly began to return. At first everything was a blur. The colour mixed together, and he could barely make out the difference between the floor and the wall. He noticed something moving, approaching him.“What-““Calm down.” Droigheann’s voice was low, he was almost whispering. “Blood?” The Demon asked. “What happened?