Kael sat on the edge of the large building overlooking the landscape. The sun had begun to set, its last golden rays spewing over the ruined city. It wasn’t going to be long before the entire city would be plunged into darkness again. The moon had begun peeping out of the clouds like it always did but Kael knew better. It wouldn’t last. It never did.Not in the Blood Valley anyways. The fucking place was cursed to always be clothed in darkness.“Mmm,” Kael mumbled as he bit into the apple he held. The juices ran down his fingers as his eyes travelled across the empty streets. The place, once bustling with life, was now empty. But Kael could not be fooled. He was here. He just needed to be patient. A low guttural growl erupted from somewhere down below, echoing across the landscape. Kael smiled, his jaws clenching as he bit into the apple again before throwing its core to the void beneath him. Wiping his hands against his trousers, he stood up with a small groan and pulled his hood o

"ARGHH!!!" Eldrin screamed as hlunged at Kael, his claws heading straight for the Hunters neck. Kael, swift and skilled, swung his god-blade, blocking the blow as though it was nothing. “You cursed plague the earth, stripping it of the divine magic that governs everything," Kael muttered breathlessly, as he grabbed Eldrin by the fur on his hands and slammed him hard on the ground. “We are not the Cursed," Eldrin shouted, his voice tinged with burning rage. He lifted his arms to his chest, his claws blocking a strike Kael had brought down on him with the god-blade and holding it in place. “I am here to bring everything back to order.” Kael roared as he swung his sword to the side, pulling it out of Eldrin's hold. He made to strike Eldrin again, but the Vampire was faster this time. Just as his sword flew down, large claws suddenly ripped through the air. Kael barely dodged the claws as he leapt backwards, landing with a light thud. His eyes narrowed as he tried to find the new thre

Kael squeezed the letter and shoved it into his pocket before standing from the bench. He adjusted his cloak before walking towards the main hall. Grandmaster Maltheon rarely called for him and Kael assumed that his summon was going to be related to his questioning the scribes and searching the archives. It was about time anyways. He needed to know the truth and who better to tell him that than the one amongst the five who founded the Order. Kael walked past the main hall and through an unfamiliar corridor, one that he knew of but rarely visited. The corridor opened onto a high chamber bathed in silver moonlight from the open roof above the room. The room's walls were carved with ancient runes depicting stories of the past, stories Kael was taught for as long as he could remember. And there, standing by the window of the sanctum, was Maltheon, clothed in a robe of crimson and gold. Kael could not see the fae’s features, but from the outline of his shoulders, he could tell he had a

Kael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the magic from the god-blade poured into him, filling him with life once more. His hands tightened around the hilt as the red and black runes on the blade pulsed like a heartbeat. The sound of feet shuffling brought him back to reality. He turned his head to the side and found Eldrin standing by the still open grave, staring into the pit. “Start talking,” Kael said, turning to face him fully. He had regained his strength-or at least most of it. "How did you find me? How do you know I was here? Why did you–”"One question at a time, dead boy," Eldrin said, cutting Kael off. Sighing, he crossed his arms across his chest, tilting his head to the side. "You were poisoned, Draven. Your blood is drenched with the smell of rot magic.”"I know I was poisoned,” Kael answered curtly as his jaws clenched. "You still haven't answered the question I asked you.” Eldrin's smile faded. "Fair enough," he muttered as he walked away from the grave and tow

Kael took a few steps back, his gaze locked on the being standing in the shadow. His arm had begun to heal but the bloodied sleeve of his shirt caused the thick fabric to mat against his torn skin, sending sharp pains up his arms whenever he moved. The moonlight glinted off the sleek metal armor plating covering the stranger from head to toe and the blue runes etched across the suit pulsed faintly with magic. A mechanical mask covered his face, the two glowing eyes at the front the only thing that seemed to hold any hint of humanity. Their gloved hand was still pointed at him, the blaster at the center humming with restrained energy. "Magic-tech armor," Kael whispered to himself as he cradled his arm close to his chest. It wasn't easy for just any human to come by a tech infused with magic. So who was this person? And why did they want him dead? They... seemed human, so there was no way they were working with the Order. Or... were they? Kael was about asking then who they were wh