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Scylla dried herself off from her bath, her supple skin once again smelling like the usual concoction of oils and lavender.
The Teryn’s heavy musk and sweat was rinsed off and she at the very least felt somewhat clean again.
The man himself was resting for a moment as he regarded the ivory board in front of him. His eyes taking in the positions of the pawns of both sides whilst dressed in nothing more than a simple robe.
Like father like son Scylla supposed.

She remembered the old days when Avitus still had been alive, how she had quite the upper hand then, she had beguiled him and worked her way into his bed, giving her master all he desired and more...
The act itself wasn’t particularly terrible, in fact with a well versed lover it could even be pleasant, but she had to be rather clinical about it.
Feelings would obscure her reasoning and only caused more harm than good.
Whilst she had a tender sort of affection for the old Teryn, she had to focus on the future now.
The young Teryn ruled now and unlike his father was power hungry and eager to prove himself.
The son wanted to be better than his father and to prove it to the world, he had torn down two important Vaimese families, bringing them to ruin and destitution.
The only survivors were the young daughters.
He made them think he was their savior and their protector, whilst he had murdered their fathers and thrusted the rest into slavery.
He used their trust in him against them, seducing them so they would willingly do everything he told them to.
After all what young maid could resist a handsome young and powerful lord that had saved them from calamity?
Naturally, they gave themselves up willingly….
Many times Scylla would pass the Teryn’s chambers only to be met with the cacophony of moans and lustful cries as the familiar rhythm would echo the very halls.

Even today as she had gone down to report to him she had entered upon such a very scene.
Though such things hardly fazed her, she had seen the embarrassment radiate from the young noble girl.
Another freshly plucked cherry to add to his collection.
Scylla had almost felt sorry for the girl were it not for the fact that a well bedded Teryn was more tired and thus less able to grow angry beyond reprieve at her.
She taken her position off to the side, awaiting her turn silently as they were but playthings to be used and abused by those who held power.
She had watched the young blonde dress again quickly before leaving the Teryn’s chamber, not sparing Scylla a second glance.
The Teryn however had gotten up and lazily poured himself some wine, not even bothering to cover himself up.
Something his father would have done, Scylla thought.
No, the young Teryn knew very well that he was physically fit and handsome and would even use it as a weapon against those who were weaker of heart.
After downing a first cup he commanded her to start her report, whilst he poured himself a second.
She had explained to him exactly what had happened and who she had faced.
Her inability to capture Eilis and apologizing again for her failings.
He regarded her silently with eyes that showed a malicious glint, similiar to burning embers.
Scylla knew that her words were never going to be enough. And so she decided that to escape a fate worse than death she had to give up what little pride she had left once more.
She raised her head, her eyes full of promise and passion and did what she did best, using his very hunger for pleasure to escape punishment.
She still felt his strong hands on her hips and how he had thrusted her down upon his bed, barely allowing her to slip out of her garments and in between the sheets.
She had bought herself some time with it, making sure to exhaust him.
Afterwards, when he had finally released her, he had regarded her with calculating eyes and a terrifying grin. Features that would be able to ensnare anyone that wasn’t familiar with his cruelty and manipulative ways.
As he had ran his fingers up and over her curves it had felt hypnotic and pleasurable. A absentminded gesture, but Scylla knew better.
She knew those were the moments you had to watch out for, those tricks lulled you in a false sense of security, until he decided to strike.
“Tell me my sly little fae, what do you think my father was planning to do with her?”
“Replace me, have a new pet to experiment on… Whatever your father’s plans were they were not privy to me. The Tahjai orders your father received were not shared with the likes of me.” She answered knowing his innocent sounding question wasn't just that, he was testing her.
She couldn’t let him know the truth, heavens forbid, if the Teryn would ever find out about the machine he would make a terrifying dictator, he already had intentions to become the most powerful man in the Empire, if he got his hands on whatever that machine the entire world was at risk.
The man seemed to think for a moment before he smiled bringing his hand up to cup her face and steal as kiss from her lips.
Obediently she offered all she could, tasting the traces of the rich vintage that still was there.
As he stopped and withdrew his eyes turned cold and his fingers squeezed her jaw painfully.
“You’re certain he never spoke of it? Knowing how intimate the two of you were…”
Scylla’s eyes had panicked regarding him with fear.
“Yes I know about how you warmed his bed sly little Scylla, about his regard for you and I must confess after tasting your delights I can see what had enraptured him so.” He spoke carefully and with weight to his words, making her wonder if she had underestimated him all this time.
“I am as much your loyal servant as I was your father’s.” Was all she meekly could say.
His eyes turned malicious once more hovering over her dominantly before he uttered softly.
“Don’t disappoint me again.”
Scylla held her tongue, she held it long enough for him to grow bored and release her, clearly seeming to accept her fear and passiveness.
Or at least Scylla hoped that was the case.
She had taken her bath after that, after he had insisted ofcourse. It was poor manners to refuse a Teryn's generosity. She knew she had merely been allowed to do so so he could watch her.
The nobles always like to watch and so she had willingly obliged him.

She moved over to the Teryn, draping the extra towel over his shoulders as she regarded the board.
It showed a representation of the battlefield, maybe it was even accurate to the events that were happening at the Belisian border.
“Scylla, what do you make of her? This farmgirl.”
“Desperation is always a rather hardy motivator. I’d say desperation and willfulness are attributes I would ascribe to her judging her by the predicament she finds herself in.”
“How long do you think she will last?”
“That is difficult to say, they used a forbidden ritual on her, she’s an abomination now and if she continues to use her magic she will either burn herself out or have the other soul overtake her completely.” Scylla stated as she watched him pick up a pawn from the board.
“And what would be the outcome of that?”
“Well no one truly knows since the ritual is forbidden for a reason. The old days of when it was used are long since gone as well as the knowledge to what would happen to the individuals, but my best guess would be she’d either combust or be taken over by the other soul and since we do not know anything more it is hard to say what 'its' motivations are.”
The Teryn stroke his chin as he rolled the pawn between the fingers of his other hand calmly letting out a soft hum.
“The Tahjai want their little prey back, but politics demand I focus on the war with Belisio first. I want to get to her before they can. You and your sister will go and capture her for me, I suggest you take one of the Threaders with you, should she prove difficult again.” He said as he placed the pawn down in front of him.
“But my lord my sister is still weak…” Scylla started knowing that she had to tread. “The ritual to find her demanded quite a great deal of energy, she still needs to recover from it.”
The Teryn grimaced in displeasure and as he made a throwaway gesture he said.
“Then procure some of that poison she requires, you can forward the bill, I need you both at your best so you may strike when they are the most distracted.”
“Also my Teryn, the Threader is still an experimental device… I do believe it would not be wise to test it out on her, considering all the other things already put upon her, it might ruin her completely.
“Are you saying you wish to be its tester Scylla? Or your sister?”
“Nnno my Teryn. I just wanted to ensure your success, if you were to lose the girl because of some experimental device I doubt the Tahjai would be pleased with that." She stated quickly hoping she hadn't overstepped her boundaries.
“Very well, don’t use it on her then. But take it with you as a precaution, should you find a fool for it test it. For the interest of science.”
Scylla’s eyes held a saddened glimmer, before she nodded.
“Of course my Teryn.” She uttered and moved away from him, her hips swaying as she walked, intending to keep him distracted before she would strike.
Feeling his hungry eyes following her she picked up her dress and slipped it back on.
“I will do as my Teryn commands.” Was her reply as she bowed more excessively and adding.
“Would you be willing to gift me a boon upon our success?”
Now the hungry eyes narrowed and the glimmer of intrigue lay cast within them.
“A boon?” The inquiry almost sounded amused, as if he hadn’t expected it.
Naturally Scylla knew that this was merely a façade that the Teryn was good at.
“Your father once held some knowledge on someone who was very important to me.”
“Did he?” His response and tone was light and of curiosity, but not for the sake of curiosity itself.
No he was, much like all the other nobles only interested in it in order to see how he could benefit from it.
How it was advantageous to him…it had been one of the earliest lessons Scylla had learned.
“Yes, I would be more than grateful if you would offer me that knowledge when we return with ‘her’.”
Silence followed as Scylla awaited his reply. He kept her waiting a little longer on purpose, for the sake of manipulating her.
“I would be a cruel master if I did not reward a faithful servant for their hard work… Very well, upon your successful return I shall gift your desire.” He spoke rather easily as that handsome smirk graced his face again.
“Of course you will still have to succeed first.” He added with a rather demanding finality to his voice, one that made Scylla bow and leave quickly.
She knew she shouldn’t press her luck any further and moved away from his chambers with a quick step and a new promise.
Now what could be happening here hmm?
Before you ask Arn can tell something is amiss with Eilis, but he can't see what she sees. He just feels her energy is disturbed.
But the battlefield will demand your time as you fly into the warzone again, so questions later...provided that we all make it.
(And no that is not a joke, now don't fret about right or wrong ways to go at this, all I am saying is like a real war the stakes are high.)
Eilis felt something gnaw at the back of her mind, something was stirring in her heart and she wasn’t sure what it was.
Her bindings flared and pulsated but no punishment came forth, as if its power was too low to sting.
Something WAS terribly wrong, normally the punishment was instant.
Fear crept up, that feeling of having a stone filled gut, heavy, hard and immovable and she felt it now all too clearly.
It was then for a brief moment her eyes caught a flash of another sight.
An another light, a similar day and her being suddenly surrounded by smoke. A thick curtain that obscured her sight as the onslaught of battle raged around her, merely seeing shadows and lights flare up from within.
Startled she blinked and looked behind her, no longer seeing Arn there. Looking back in front of her the wyrm she was riding on was gone too, in fact she was no longer flying.
She was standing on the ground alone amongst the the smoke and her fear now fully gripped her heart as a large explosion went off beside her.
Diving to the side, she expected the pain of landing on the hard ground to follow, but as her closed eyes opened she found she was back on the wyrm again as if she never had left.
Arn's strong arms still surrounded her and she wondered if he even had noticed something had been amiss.
Turning her eyes and mind back to the battle she saw Arn had turned them around and was heading back to the battlefield.
She wondered if he had seen something too, but she held her tongue for now, thinking she wasn't even sure if she understood enough to explain what had happened to him.
Figuring she could do her own tests in the meantime she tried closing her eyes again to see if she could invoke whatever it was tha had happened, but as she opened them again they were still there, the Wyrm’s head in front of her and Arn's secure warmth behind her.
Flying and diving through the clouds they hurried to rejoin the battle.
Eilis shooks her head unconsciously as if to shake herself back to focus.
Find Tyrhallan, she mentally told herself.
As soon as she connected with his spirit again, she helped Arn find him.
“There he is on the left,” She said pointing him out, her arm stretched out exposed and pointing at the red armoured knight.
Before something made her turn to her right before reacting almost instinctively.
Her tattoo’s glowed again this time brighter as the Wyrm barely avoided a large stone ball that the Belisian’s had set on fire and flung at the enemy frigate.
Eilis trembled at the shock she received afterwards and Arn could now witness the bindings at work from up close.
They hissed and cracked as Eilis smothered a painful cry.
Her instinctual magic had saved them, by force pushing the wyrm they were riding on downwards, but because she had no chance to build her magic up, she had to release such amounts that her bindings triggered even harsher too. She felt something wet drip down from her nose and quickly wiped it away, knowing what it probably was.
Her eyes caught sight of a blood red smear and stubbornly she ignored in trying to forget her pain and focus on their surroundings again, before her scenery changed once more.
She was on the ground now, covered in dirt and Earth, watching as the smoke that obscured her vision seemed to part way for a moment before she rolled out of the way as a fireball was hurled at her, striking the ground next to her.
Terrified she gazed back at where this attack had come from, whilst trying to scramble back on her feet again. Horrified she watched as a large silhouette formed, its form morphing and changed, grower smaller as it grew near but its appearance no less terrifying as it stepped out of the smoke and into view.
Black armour obscured almost all of the individual and a great deal of power oozed forth from the individual.
A low rumbling sounded as he raised his armoured gauntlet towards her and she felt being pulled forward, her struggles no match for the strength and raw power of the magic that was used against her.
It started to tighten and constrict around her. Holding her into a vice like grip that started to squeeze and crush her slowly, bit by bit.
“You traitorous viper,” A deep voice spoke with barely contained anger.
“Your treachery and sacrilege is over and done with.”
Eilis felt her very breath catch, before she felt the power fall instantly, as she was released and fell back on her knees onto the ground.
“The world needed answers…” She heard a voice speak, she frowned it felt as if it came from her, though her lips never moved and the voice that spoke wasn’t hers.
“You needed your high you mean! You selfish bastard. How many did you offer up? How many did you sacrifice? How many?!”
To Eilis the silence felt deafening, sensing a feeling of guilt and yet at the same time a strange sense of justification.
She heard the voice answer again.
“Your brother’s sacrifice showed me we can still stop the undoing of this world. His life offered me that small inkling of sight that I needed.”
“No.” The black armoured figure spat in fury and Eilis felt herself being violently strung up as the invisible chains around her returned forcing her off the ground.
Choking and feeling the pain of such strong force magic, made her feel powerless. It felt like her very back could be snapped in two and her muscles simply turned limp.
“I will carve the very soul out of your miserable carcass! It is only right after what you did to my brother!”
“It…will…not bring…him…back.”
“I know. But at least I will have justice. Revenge for him and all the others.”
Eilis suddenly noticed more figures in the smoke, surrounding them, as the squeezing continued she felt her breath stop and her sight grow dark, as a pitch black darkness clouded her vision.

A loud explosion next to her however startled her and made her gasp for air in shock and further confusion.
Her sights returned to the familiar battlefield, their wyrm and her dependable Arn that had shielded her from the incoming attack.
How long had she been out of it? Had she been out of it? What the hell was happening to her?
She gripped her head in worry and fear.
What exactly had she seen?
A memory? A premonition?
She realized those all the questions she had would have to wait, they were in a bloody battlefield and the last thing they needed was for her to become a liability.
They were all risking their lives, she couldn’t let Arn down not now.
“Arn, do what you do best…and don’t worry I’ll be fine.” She spoke with more confidence than she actually felt.
Her eyes focused again on the battlefield, taking in the sights and sides.
She noticed how the Dragon knights swooped in on the opening that Tyrhallan created for them. How Tyrhallan had shot up the bridge and was making his way to the edge, leaping into the air as an explosion went off behind him, blasting the guns to disuse.
The winged knights had mages riding along, taking down all that they could before they focused on the large frigate. She assumed that they were hoping that by stopping that frigate the mental blow would be enough for the Vaimese to retreat and re-strategize, buying them some extra time.
Sensing someone familiar her eyes turned to single out a blonde dragon rider and her mage.
She remembered the young man from the ship…he was one of Arn’s. Toby.
She gripped Arn’s arm as she noticed how a smaller ship was slowly aiming its gun turrets at them, they wouldn’t be able to escape its fury…
They would be blast out of them skies.
As she watched Tyrhallan somersault through the air using his ki and his armour to leap the distance to another frigate…if they went after him they would condemn the other two to certain death.
Making a rash decision and praying the All Mother that she was right about this she grabbed the reins from Arn without explanation before she send them plummeting towards Arn’s former pupil.
Quite literally forcing their Wyrm in front of them, she raised her left hand out towards the guns that were now facing them.
An unearthly scream erupted from her as she called upon her force magic. Her bindings hissed violently and cracked her skin even further as her eyes whitened out and pure light and force wind surrounded them.
A blinding light covered them just as the rumble of the guns thundered, as it released its fury upon them.
The large bullets clashed against her shield and were hurled back violently, striking the ship that had launched them due to its proximity.
One of the guns was rendered useless from the impact, the other two however halted its fire realizing the error they had made.
But the protection was not without cost, Eilis’s arm showed completely cracked skin and her eyes cried blood as she maintained her shield and spoke with the same unearthly tone.
“You will pay for your insolence…”
I don't doubt their good intentions nor yours, they just caused a lot of work and in my opinion unnecessary, since we had everything sorted. But since it happened, best to move on and in my case I'll store the 'action/reaction' regarding this whole ordeal.
It has at the very least given me a good sharp insight in how 'they act'.
Meanwhile Tyrhallan had taken care of the rear, he and Viscera had been a dangerous combination, showing exactly what kind of terror a proper mounted knight could be.
As he had planned to return back to Arn and Eilis, he felt his Uncle’s Ki suddenly spike and drop ridiculously quickly. This Tyrhallan recognized and knew it could only be the cause of one thing. Desperation.
Whoever his Uncle was battling was getting the better of him, if he were to leave now…
He dared not think of it.
Torn between duty and the looming shadow of death, he had to make a quick decision. His place was here on the battlefield, he was a knight of Belisio.
Arn would be able to take care of Eilis…
And with a last glance over his shoulder he turned Viscera and dove straight into the battlefield.
Thundering down from his higher position he crossed paths with the dragon knight formation, giving their commander a salute shouting.
“I couldn’t stay away and have you let all the fun, may the All Mother be with you!” Before flying on taking out one of the smaller flying floats that functioned as snipers, by targeting their engines and sending them plummeting down.
Flying ahead of them with his quicker wyrm, he fused his ki with Viscera turning its speed up even higher. Making it appear as if they simply flashed forwards in streaks of red they easily avoiding the guns of the larger vessels. Allowing Tyrhallan to drop in between them, startling the panicked soldiers and started his clean up.
His sword danced and whirled as much as he did, finding weak spots in their armour and sometimes simply decapitating them. With those men out of the way, the Vaimese would be pressed to them other men replace them, turning their attention on him instead. So the best thing he could do was making sure that happened. With an almost sadistic smile he turned the manual guns around and aimed them at the bridge of the ship before firing them continuously.
“Fighting to death and the final breath…” If he managed to cripple this one the others would be able to take over and he could go and look in on his Uncle.
Gritting his teeth he continued to blast the bridge to bits, awaiting his back up so he could set off, he still felt his’s Uncle’s ki, but it was growing weaker with every outburst.

“I am fine Eilis. My men know what to do and how to survive. You are my mission now. One I am glad to take.”
She looked at him in sheer disbelief feeling her breath stop for a moment, before she watched the enemy turn their eyes towards them.
She was shocked to see Tyrhallan so easily order them to continue and turning his wyrm, promising to take care of them.
She had trouble simply accepting what she was seeing, how readily they were willing to defend her. The kind of protection she had always read about, from her storybooks. About noble knights and powerful men willing to defend what they believed in and to protect those they loved.
She felt the Aether surge and swell with all the use of it surrounding them, it felt like a terrifying storm that was inching closer ready to swallow her whole.
And they were running away from it for her sake…Hers.
She was no one special. She wasn’t even capable of defending herself let alone those she cared about. She felt her bindings flicker for a moment, as if her body was responding in kind, but it was beaten down by the binding magic instantly.
Eilis had gotten used to the shocks at this point, its familiar sting wasn’t nearly as powerful as a full blast of it was and could perhaps still be used. Maybe if she kept her magic’s level low she might get away with working some of it properly again, building it up over time instead of instantly releasing it as she was used to.
She was pulled from her thoughts when a new group Vaimese soldiers honed in on them and Arn gave her the reins, intending to fight them.
“Take the reins, keep the Wyrm straight.” Using the strength of his legs he attempted to stand up. His eyes began to glow and she felt the manipulation of the Aether. Arn utilized the already heavily charged skies sending pure lighting streaking from his hands towards the incoming Vaimese.
The murderous blue lightning left nothing but burned husks of what once been people.
As Arn sat back he took the reins from Eilis and prodded their mount deeper in the skies past the barricaded of clouds for the open air.
Eilis noticed him looking back and whispered.
“He’s still very much alive…his presence is hard to miss.” She smiled at small smile at that.
She turned slightly towards Arn placing a hand on his chest. She closed her eyes linking with him so he could feel it too and maybe see what she saw within the mind's eye.
A warm dancing breath of air, whirling and spinning like only true wind could. It snuffed out smaller fires and dispersed other elements rather easily. It was magical to watch, like the flight of a bird or the whirling of a hurricane.
But there was something else in the background too, darkening her visions
It represented itself a black fire, within the mind’s eye, its heat clawing and hungry, whilst it tore at the earth, gnawing at its soil and burning the life out of it, making it bleed.
Eilis frowned feeling a lot of different presences as well finding it hard to keep her mind focused on just Tyrhallan with the other’s presence being there, but things were made a little easier when Tyrhallan’s energy moved into the direction of it.
“Arn…” She uttered with fear in her voice sounding terribly uncertain. “Maybe we should go back…something feels terribly wrong.”
Oh life isn't keeping me down, it just likes to screw up the little plans I do make. Particularly the little work scheduling I try to do.
I had to bring a meeting forward because 1 higher up decided to interfere with our planning. My colleague and I had looked at schedules and taken care of everything, including replacement so people had nothing to bar them from attending, we even planned it after the yearly summer sports weekend, so we wouldn't have any issues with that.
But nope apparently we were in the wrong so the meeting was pulled forward. Any plans I had at that point had gone out the window (free time included).
As I told you before I love writing and my escaping away from 'this world' and I am particularly blessed with such a good fellow writer such as yourself.

So if I am silent for a while, it has usually to do with work being demanding and preventing me from writing.
I love this story and the world and want to take it as far as I can and I am thankful to have you as a co writer.

Also...here is a little song for the unslaught:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNixi6wOpmQ&list=PL61spJNJ6s1Tc3rpyHyRKZzTDj9EArqWa&index=41

*Yes Metal, I'm a lover of good music after all ;)
Yeah, just busy life throwing a couple of hurdles at me to screw up my free time ;)

But I think I am one of the few who doesn't use discord, also because I am not in the US and my workschedule is all over the place at times, so I can't really plan ahead.
Sorry for my own delay too, I had a lot on my mind lately.
Uilles readied himself as he watched the man in front of him with uncertainty.
The fact that he had downed 'Dursa's Poison' was terrifying, it was a horrible potent drug. Though Uilles didn't know what it exactly consisted of he knew of the effects that it had on people.
Consuming it gave one ridiculous power and a surge of energy that was highly addictive in nature. A couple of drops would give you the strength and ferocity of an adult *Morgrave, it also was said to create a kind of madness and bloodlust. A violent need to kill.
And Ravros had downed a whole vial of it.

He watched the man in front of him softy snicker and the glint in the man’s eyes change, one of unspeakable lust and desire, as the veins in the man’s neck and face suddenly became visible as if the ‘poison’ showed itself travelling through the body as its effects started. From thin and wiry purple lines to those with an angrier shade of Mauve as his eyes darkened. They seemed unfocussed for a moment before they honed in on him and all hell broke loose.
Just as Uilles had send ki down to strengthen his legs Ravros suddenly swung his blade recklessly towards him, with such power and speed that he had barely caught it with his own.
Sparks had flown as the blades had clashed, with Uilles needing both his arms to hold his own weapon as the thunderous powerful one armed slams came crashing down upon it. Every time the offensive blade came closer to his face and neck and despite the amount of ki he had send down, he felt his own body be forced backwards with every blow.
“What’s the matter Venray? Where is your might now?” Ravros laughed mockingly as he hammered on easily casting aside a rare attack that Uilles could send back. The General was driving the knight backwards, towards the edge of the ship. He would make an example out of him.
The whole of Belisio would see their hero for the weak fool he truly was.
Uilles clenched his jaws and gritted his teeth as he desperately tried to hold his ground but realized that he wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling the strain on his lame leg sapping away his ki he felt he needed a way out, a way to swing things back into his favour.
“Damn you!” Uilles growled forcing all his strength in a dive forward taking Ravros head on pivoting his body and grabbing Ravros’s swordarm, bypassing the sword and throwing him half up and over him, allowing himself some necessary time to get back towards the center of the deck.
Enraged at this clever move Ravros picked up a second blade from one of the fallen soldiers and charged back at Uilles, who now had twice the danger to watch out for. Though the swings were powerful they were less calculated and Uilles hoped he could use that as his advantage, provided he managed to block the offensive strikes and keep his ground.
Ravros meanwhile was seething at the mouth, his teeth coloured in the same dark liquid he had drank but moments ago.
“I am going to kill you Venray! I am going to hack you into pieces! Limb from limb!”
“You’re going to have to hit me first, Ravros!” He goaded replied before having to jump backwards from the swing at his legs, before catching the other aimed at his neck. He glanced the blow off but couldn’t hold off the other blade that had moved upwards and dug into his armour at his side.
A sharp pain follow as he watched the blade draw back, its metal painted red by his blood.
Loud euphoric laughter rang from Ravros’s mouth as he watched the knight grasp at his side with one hand, the red liquid dripping onto the deck.
“I hope that wasn’t a kidney Uilles.” He cackled seeing the knight in pain.
“Maybe now you realize your future, your life and that of Belisio are numbered and the clock is quickly counting down. Don’t worry though, I’ll take the pleasure of slaying you before your little kingdom crumbles. I’ll make sure your legacy is erased…no one will believe you ever existed.”
Uilles breathed heavily as he watched Ravros like a hawk.
“If I die, I will join my forebears my soul will be in tact unlike yours. I know who I am and unlike you I don’t live for vengeance alone.”
“I will break your wings raptor.” Ravros promised. “I will break your spirit and I will make certain your soul will be broken too!” He vowed as he raised both his blades. He would cut the man to shreds. He would finish this once and for all.

*Morgrave - An oversized Wolverine that will hunt and kill anything that moves. Its hide and fur so thick that simple swords get stuck in it or can't get through it.
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