The man in front of him excreted an aura of pure anger, his presence radiating an otherworldly power that made Druid's skin crawl. His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and his very being seemed to draw the light out of the air, leaving only darkness in his way. The air around them seemed to grow thick with tension, and he could feel the weight of the man's gaze like a physical presence."You dare stand against me?" the deadman asked, his voice low and menacing. However, Druid swallowed hard, but he didn't back down. He pulled out his old rusty sword, its weight familiar in his hand. He wiggled it as if getting ready for the fight, his eyes fixed on the man. The metal seemed to tremble with anticipation, as if it too sensed the darkness emanating from the man.“Hand over that thing to me!” He growled, his voice echoing through the forest. Even the birds flew away. "I'll protect her," Druid said, his voice firm. "You won't harm her while I'm still breathing." The words felt

Druid's ears perked up as he overheard the elders discussing another beast. He was stunned, and his mind began to whirl with questions. What kind of beast? Where was it? Why were they talking about it? He wanted to know more, but he waited patiently for them to finish their conversation.As soon as they dispersed, Druid made his way to the leader who had healed him. He knocked on the door frame, and when the leader looked up, Druid greeted him with a nod. "Good evening," he said, his voice respectful. The leader smiled, and beckoned Druid to enter. "Ah, Druid, good evening to you as well. I see you're feeling better. Please, come in and sit down."Druid entered the room, his eyes taking in the simple but elegant decor. He sat down in the chair offered to him, and looked at the leader expectantly. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about another beast," he said, getting straight to the point. "Can you tell me more about it?" The leader's expression turned serious, and he n

Princess Dahlia's anger was palpable as she slammed her fist on the table, the sound echoing through the grand hall of Valkoria's castle. Her face was set in a determined expression, her eyes blazing with intensity. "Why didn't you answer my call for help?" she demanded, her voice firm and commanding.The silence that followed was oppressive, the advisors and nobles gathered before her exchanging uneasy glances. They seemed reluctant to meet her gaze, and Princess Dahlia's frustration grew. "I sent a message to you all, asking for their aid against the monsters," she continued, her voice rising. "Why did they not respond?"The silence persisted, and Princess Dahlia's anger turned to suspicion. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "What do you know?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. "Tell me the truth. What happened?"Princess Dahlia's anger boiled over as her uncle's words cut deep. "I ordered them not to lend any help to you," he had said, his tone dripping with malice. She

Druid forged on, his feet aching and his body weary. He had been walking for days, braving the harsh weather conditions that seemed to plague the land. The scorching sun beat down on him during the day, relentless in its intensity, while at night, the cold winds howled through the barren landscape, cutting through his clothes like a knife.Despite the challenges, Druid persevered, driven by his determination to reach the Well of Purity. He had to know the truth about his past, and he was willing to endure whatever hardships lay in his path.“I won't give up, I won't…” As he walked, the terrain shifted and changed, from dusty plains to rocky hills and dense forests. Druids navigated each landscape with caution, ever vigilant for any signs of danger. He had heard stories of the creatures that roamed these lands, and he didn't want to become their next victim.But despite the difficulties, Druid found moments of beauty in the harsh landscape. The sunsets were breathtaking, painting the