Malachi was in an underground chamber. Seraphina, the ethereal invisible being that can only be seen by him, was floating beside him, telling him about the situation.Malachi said: “I see. So that’s how it is. Elandrin, he’s working too hard for too little pay. It should be 8 months since I am going into hiding. The world probably won’t forget about my name, but with all that’s happening, they won’t remember it either.”“Are you coming out?” Serapgina asked. “Yes. I have a world to conquer.” Malachi then summoned a pair of shadow tendrils that dug through the concrete of the chamber and then keep digging upward. As if being pulled by the shadow tendril, Malachi flew up into the hole as the shadow tendrils rotated left and right, digging up. As Malachi emerged atop the mountain, the fresh morning air greeted him, and the rising sun bathed him in a warm light. He took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the world around him, a stark contrast to the confines of his underground chamber
“Now, allow me to demonstrate.”As Malachi’s dark power manifested, the entire village fell into a state of shock and horror. With a simple flick of his wrist, shadowy hands emerged from the chests of every villager, each clutching a still-beating heart. The sight was ghastly and surreal, like something out of a nightmare.Panic and confusion ensued as the villagers stared in disbelief at their own hearts, held by the spectral hands. Moments later, they began to cough up blood, collapsing to the ground one by one. The air was filled with the sounds of despair and the sight of a community on the brink of death.Among them, Lorian stood, the only one seemingly unaffected by Malachi’s spell. He watched in horror as his companions and friends, with whom he had shared countless adventures and battles, fell victim to the necromancer’s cruel demonstration. His heart filled with rage and grief at the sight of his closest allies, who had been like family to him, now lying lifeless at his feet.
The offer from the high-ranking officer took Malachi by surprise. A role as a special agent in the military? It was an unexpected turn, yet it presented an intriguing opportunity. Malachi, maintaining his child prodigy persona, looked up at the officer with a seemingly innocent curiosity.“Serve the military? What would that entail, sir?” he asked, his voice tinged with the perfect blend of naiveté and eagerness.The officer, impressed by Malachi’s skills and composure, explained, “We often encounter situations that require a… unique set of skills.”The officer, observing Malachi’s extraordinary talent, saw an opportunity for the military to benefit from such rare skills. “Apart from special missions, we would like you to impart your knowledge of the blade to our soldiers. Your technique is unlike anything we’ve seen, and it could greatly enhance our forces’ capabilities.”Malachi, still in his guise as a child prodigy, pretended to ponder the offer.Teaching soldiers would place him
Malachi listened intently as the young recruits, their faces alight with determination and excitement, pleaded with him to allow them to participate in the neighboring town’s sword competition. Their eagerness was palpable, a testament to the spirit he had instilled in them over the past three months of intensive training.He regarded them with a thoughtful expression, feigning a moment of consideration. Yet, inwardly, Malachi smiled. This competition was precisely the opportunity he had been waiting for, a chance to showcase the prowess of his trainees and further cement his reputation as an unparalleled teacher and strategist.“Very well,” Malachi announced, his voice measured but carrying an undercurrent of approval. “You have trained hard and deserve to test your skills. We will participate in this competition. But remember, this is not just about individual prowess. It’s about demonstrating the unity and strength that we have fostered here.”The recruits erupted in cheers, their m
In the dimly lit chamber, a subtle tension hung in the air as Lord Eldrington turned his attention away from the bustling cityscape outside the window. His gaze shifted to the group of individuals who stood in the shadows, their presence almost ghost-like. These were his spies, trained from childhood, a hidden arsenal of intelligence and subterfuge.“Come forward,” Lord Eldrington commanded, his voice carrying the weight of authority. The spies stepped into the light, their movements graceful and silent. Despite their varied backgrounds, they shared a common trait: an unassuming appearance that belied their extraordinary skills.As they assembled, two waiters entered the room, carrying trays laden with exquisite dishes and fine wine. Their demeanor was professional, their movements practiced and efficient, the epitome of dedicated servants. But Lord Eldrington’s next words shattered the illusion.“Enough with the act,” he said sharply.In an instant, the waiters’ posture changed. They
As the evening sky darkened over the city, a group of six shadowy figures moved stealthily across the rooftops. Cloaked in tight black garments that blended seamlessly with the night, they were like specters, silent and almost invisible. Their focus was singular – the mysterious Malachi, who was now pacing thoughtfully in the courtyard below before returning to his chamber.Inside his room, Malachi lit a lantern, casting a soft, flickering glow that pushed back the encroaching shadows. He sat down at a desk, picking up a quill and beginning to write. The figures on the rooftop watched intently, curiosity burning within them. One of them, a slender figure with keen eyes, produced a small, intricate device. With a whispered incantation, the device came alive, its lens focusing on the paper in Malachi’s hand, magnifying the words written there.On the parchment were the words: “I know you’re there.”The figures exchanged startled glances. How could he have known? They had been cautious,
Malachi, his expression unreadable, regarded the boy named Eli with a stern gaze. Without a word, he turned on his heel and began to walk away, leaving the boy standing alone amidst the whispers of the recruits.One of the soldiers, unable to resist the opportunity, jeered at the boy, “Come back when you grow hair under there, kid!” His remark elicited laughter from some of the other recruits, a chorus of mockery that echoed across the training ground.But Eli, undeterred by their taunts, sprinted after Malachi, determination etched on his youthful face. He dropped to his knees in a kowtow, bowing deeply in front of the instructor. “Master Malachi, please!” he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. “Both my parents died in the war. I’ve been on the streets for seven months. I need to be strong, to protect someone dear to me. I beg you to teach me.”The recruits, previously amused, now watched in silence, their laughter dying in their throats. The raw honesty in Eli’s words struck a
Malachi, his steps measured and purposeful, made his way to the officer’s office within the barracks. The office was modest but well-organized, a reflection of the discipline that ran through the military establishment. Seated behind a sturdy oak desk was Officer Garrick, a man in his late forties, with a weathered face that spoke of years spent in service and command. His eyes, sharp and observant, lifted from the papers on his desk as Malachi entered.“Master Malachi,” Officer Garrick greeted, his voice carrying a tone of respect mixed with curiosity. “To what do I owe this visit?”Malachi took a seat across from Garrick, his demeanor calm yet assertive. “I have a proposal, one that could benefit not just the military, but the town as a whole,” he began, his eyes locked with Garrick’s.Garrick leaned forward, intrigued. “Go on,” he urged.Malachi outlined his vision with clarity and conviction. “I propose the creation of a military training program for children. It’s essential to eq