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[color=black]Fear.[/color]
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[right][color=black][sub][sub]Fear.[/sub][/sub][/color][/right]

What is that, though? From his body, he could tell it was one he had long since felt. Through the holes in the armor that lay upon his body, he felt the breeze. It is likened to a drop of rain upon one’s skin on a day in which winter had cursed cold. The hair which lined his legs and arms stood upon their ends as it rolled across his body, as shadow of the man, the thing, covered his own and permeated his body with a noir tint. Bumps across his skin rose as those feet which he had but so rashly moved were transfixed upon the spot he stood. As if his armor had locked upon his body, he couldn’t move but an inch as, within a flash, the being who wore the facade of a man revealed itself to be anything but. Wearing horns as dastardly as what he could only attribute to demons.

He stood there for but a moment, his mind using all the will he could conjure through the cloudy visage that coated his mindscape to force movement through the shock. With only a measly step back, the creature vanished from his view in almost an instant. His head whipped as he heard the voice of the thing speak in a tone which lacked but all sense of peace

[color=BCC5D4]“𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬.”[/color]

[color=A24857]”Dishonor and demonry in but one man, if I sought to bring you harm the cover…sheath, of this weapon would not be one which stood on. Yet, please, continue your threat upon this person of which I can’t say I know anything of.”[/color] His grip grew only tighter upon the hand of the dagger as such a show of force was displayed. Yet, for a man who couldn’t tell you where he received it or how he even knew what such a thing was, there was but a sense of trust he felt he could place within it.

But even as another voice entered the fray, his sight never left the creature off to his side. Meko, he learned, was the name of the accursed creature his eyes were bewitched to see. However, the words of the younger man were mostly lost as his heart increased in its speed. His body still held that feeling from the approach, that fire that lit his soul up in a display of sparks which only grew as the tension rose. Another voice followed the one the younger man, a woman, an old one. His view shifted away slightly as voice sounded off commands to the “black blood.” Power seeped from her being as she came fully into view; one would be but ignorant to ignore it. He could tell she was one who had lived but a long life; it was but the one thing he knew for certain that he had as well.

Illium was the name of the town or city, he could not tell from the ruins which surrounded him on each side. And but as she finished, he couldn’t help but catch the last words.

[color=brown]”...𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬.”[/color]

Gods? Who were the Gods? 

His head fully shifted to the view of the older woman as her speech finished, for in her words he had but just now become enraptured. 

[center][color=black][sub][sub]You must end it.[/sub][/sub][/color][/center][center][color=black][sub][sub][sub]You must end it.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/color][/center][center][color=black][sub][sub][sub][sub]You must end it.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/color][/center]

Too many voices, too many words. Too many ideas were expressed in short phrases and words that he had no clue what they meant. Too many languages which he did not know why he understood spouted forth in his mind at the register of her words. There were but too many utterances at once to parse through what the voices he was yet to know where they even came from were saying. 

[color=A24857]”You speak of knowledge in which I know little. For, as those who surround me, I have but no idea of even the name which I once held. I see the extent to which my blade has threatened your folk, yet I shall tell you that by no means will harm come to you by it. And as the man before, I wish to know of these Gods you speak of.”[/color] He utters, his body fully facing the older woman.

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