Back to the void..."That Aydian guy was up to something no good," Mon'Ter pursed his lips, annoyed at the prospect of what might have happened at that time."You think?" Leonidas grumbled his way. "That kid didn't really manage to do anything after this, he didn't find any clues on the matter at all... Which is strange considering that usually, he's pretty capable. So really, not at all sure whether he looked or not to be honest with you."Mon'Ter's eye of the gryphon shined in his left socket. "What's the chance he arranged for it himself?""What?" Leonidas widened his eyes. "You don't think he set up that traitor…?""I do, and that means... “ Mon’Ter paused. “It wasn't these orc folk you fought who tried to get to Ely," he shook his head, "her own brother, Aydian, tried to kill her," he looked at Leonidas, convinced of it. "The fact he clicked his tongue when she expressed her sense of happiness is proof enough of that.

None but a dozen steps further into the void, and the next memory began as suddenly as one might blink. Whether Mon’Ter and Leonidas should have been surprised or expectant of it, neither were sure, but they saw the scene build up to what it was mere hours after the previous memory of Samuel fighting against Sereia. They were in an infirmary sort of room, with many'a beds decorating it from corner to corner, each one had at least one person of nobility or common birth recuperating in them. It was full of people who'd lost past rounds in the tournament, and mainly; it was people with broken bones. No cuts or stabs were possible after all. But the impact was surely there, thus they all looked like someone had beaten them with a bat.And so, Mon'Ter and Leonidas walked towards the far end corner, where they could see a trio standing and eagerly discussing topics with the fallen knight of last round. Elyenora, her grandpa and her father, talked to Samuel about his recent de

Sereia wandered through the fog at a quick pace, she scowled as each step hit the ground. This level of thickness clouded her vision almost completely, and now, she could only rely on her other senses to evade the dangers.'Damn it... With the fire spirit and whatever else the bastard has, assassins and mages alike, this might be bad for me...' Sereia thought to herself, gritting her teeth whilst she attempted to leave the area of the fog. Her eyes still worked, in a sense, but not via vision. What she did in the slowed down time was plan, plan and listen with her ears, feel with her skin, smell with her nose and she even judged by how chapped her lips would become due to all the surrounding heat.Through this method, even whilst running in total blindness, Sereia was capable of evading each ball of fire, wave of heat and surge of flame that Aydian's spirit shot at her from the gods knew where. She found it increasingly annoying, as the damn thing could fly above her h

In the sudden quiet environment, things had become a little awkward. No one really took the initiative to speak up, and so passed a good five or so seconds before...Chomp.Elyenora took a cookie."Wow, you three should try these! They're delish!" the girl spoke in a bubbly manner, causing Sereia to chuckle and take on for herself. She couldn’t be left out after seeing her happy expression, now could she? Nope, not a lover of sweets like her."Well, don't mind if I do," she took a cookie, chomped on it like the princess had, and found herself incapable of not putting her other hand on her cheek whilst exclaiming. "My! These truly are delicious!""Right?!" Elyenora said excitedly as she acted all giddy about it."Please tell me who made them! I need to get the recipe for my own abode back in Weylorn!" Sereia grinned at the princess happily."Of course! I'll ask the chef later, for now just enjoy yourself okay?" Elyenora pushed th

Not long after arriving back to the void of memories, Mon'Ter and Leonidas did another short walk till they entered the next memory. Really, it was rather close. Even closer than the ones that took place hours or even minutes after the previous ones. Perhaps, it was a memory that happened at the same time as Samuel's entrance to the academy.Perhaps, that idea wasn't too far off.The scenery manifested itself anew, though; it wasn't at the academy like the duo had expected it to be, no, they were back in the city of Banul. Far from Grevil city and its school of magics. Now, before them stood a very specific hallway within the royal castle of the capital, one that went along the farther reaches of the keep, and Leonidas instantly recognized it."Oh my, we're back at the capital this soon? But why are we at the royal blacksmithy's hallway..." he mumbled to himself, half musing half narrowing his eyes."Royal blacksmithy?" Mon'Ter quizzed, wondering what the