2023-10-28 22:57:04"Andrew, come here, my boy." William then turned his gaze to Marcel. "You may leave."
"What's the matter, Mr. William? Why did you summon me?"
"I want to talk to you about my health. First, I apologize for my bad behavior towards you earlier today. I shouldn't have done it. I was overwhelmed by indescribable pain. I hope you understand. Secondly, I want to change our agreement. It will still take you a long time to heal me, perhaps a month or six months. Clearly, you will be able to do it sometime soon. I--."
"Sorry, Mr. William, I apologize for interrupting you. Why are you so sure that I can heal you for that long? Tomorrow I will already understand and provide you with a cure. Do you know something?"
William woke up to a long buzzing sound in his ears. He held his face and said, "I'm not dead yet."
The middle-aged man sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a black light emanating from a necklace with red eyes hidden beneath it.
"I'm s
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Season 2-Chp 55
The horns of the fortress groaned in the dead of night, low and mournful, rolling across the battlements like the wail of dying giants. Elias was the first on the wall. The air itself seemed heavier, pressed down by a tide of dread.He gazed outward. Torches dotted the horizon, not in scattered bands of raiders, but in one endless, unbroken sea of fire. The ground trembled beneath their march. From this distance, the army looked like a swarm of ants crawling across the earth—but as the glow grew nearer, details emerged.Faces.Men, women, even children. Farmers clutching sickles like swords. Former soldiers stripped of insignia. Eyes empty, devoid of will. Their steps moved in unnatural rhythm, each boot striking the dirt in perfect unison.“The March of Bound Souls,” Helena whispered at his side. Her fingers tightened on the hilt of her blade until her knuckles blanched. “Gods help us.”Marcus cursed under his breath. “That’s no army. That’s… that’s everyone. Villages. Cities. They’r
Season 2-Chp 54
The fortress still bore the scars of the last siege—charred walls, shattered gates patched with hurried iron, and the acrid scent of burned stone lingering even after days of relentless cleansing. Yet beneath the smoke and ash, another kind of fire smoldered—fear, suspicion, and whispers that no sword could cut down.Elias stood atop the battlements, his cloak heavy with the night wind. Below, torchlight flickered across the courtyard where the survivors worked late into the darkness, stacking sandbags, hammering new spikes into wooden barricades. Their determination was undeniable, yet so too was their unease. They were building walls not just against the Shadowlord’s armies, but against the shadows within their own hearts.Marcus approached, his armor dented but polished, his jaw tight with unspoken frustration.“They don’t trust you,” he said bluntly, halting beside Elias. “Not fully. Not after—”“The betrayal,” Elias finished for him. His voice carried neither anger nor denial. “O
Season 2-Chp 53
Every man and woman who survived Alaric’s betrayal stood on edge, weapons close at hand, eyes darting to every shadow. The silence outside the walls pressed heavier than battle. It was the silence of an enemy gathering, waiting, preparing.Elias stood on the highest tower, the night wind cold against his face. Below, fires dotted the horizon—thousands of them, spreading across the hills like a second sky fallen to earth. The Shadowlord had gathered his full strength.Helena climbed the stairs to join him, her armor dull with soot, her face drawn with exhaustion. She didn’t speak at first. They simply stood together, watching the endless army below.At last she whispered, “When they come, it will be the end.”Elias’s jaw tightened. “Then we make our end costly.”But Helena turned her gaze on him, her silver hair whipping in the wind. “No, Elias. Don’t play at riddles. The Shadowlord called you heir. What did he mean?”The question cut deeper than any blade.Elias said nothing.“Answer
Season 2-Chp 52
Three days had passed since their raid on the ruined chapel, but the memory of the Shadowlord’s laughter lingered in every corner. The walls still stood, yet trust—the invisible mortar that held the defenders together—was crumbling faster than stone.Elias stood in the council chamber, staring at the cracked map spread across the table. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, though no enemy stood before him. He could not stop clutching it anymore.Helena entered quietly, her silver hair matted from lack of sleep. “You should rest,” she said, though her own voice was ragged.Elias shook his head. “Rest is what he wants. If I close my eyes too long, I’ll see their faces twisted again.”Helena’s gaze softened. She didn’t press further.The door creaked open. Marcus strode in, followed by Sir Alaric—a knight as loyal as he was proud, his oath sworn on the old stones of the fortress itself. His armor bore fresh scratches, his jaw tight.“We’ve put down three more brawls today,” Marcus r
Season 2-Chp 51
Elias stood among the ash and ruin, his sword blackened with soot. The crown’s shattered shards lay locked away in the vault, but their memory still clung to him like a phantom hand. He had refused its power. He had chosen his own will over the whisper of dominion.But the Shadowlord was not defeated.At dawn, a silence fell over the battlefield. No drums, no horns, no charge. The enemy army remained still as statues, their banners limp in the wind.It was too quiet.“Why do they wait?” Marcus muttered, pacing the wall. His armor was cracked, his knuckles raw from days of unbroken battle. “They could have crushed us last night. Why stop now?”Helena narrowed her eyes, her instincts prickling. “Because brute force didn’t break us. So now they’ll try something else.”And she was right.The first sign came with the sunrise.A soldier on the western wall screamed, slashing wildly at shadows only he could see. His comrades tried to restrain him, but he turned his blade on them, crying that
Season 2-Chp 50
The fortress groaned like a dying beast.Walls cracked, towers leaned, the scent of ash clung to every stone. The defenders fought on with ragged breath, but their eyes were hollow, their arms heavy. Too many dead, too many betrayals.Elias walked the ramparts at dawn, watching smoke drift above the ruined fields. The Shadowlord’s army still camped beyond bowshot, waiting, watching, patient as a predator with prey already trapped.He could feel it—the pressure, the waiting. This was not a siege of stone. It was a siege of spirit.Helena found him there, her armor dented, her hair streaked with soot. “The men won’t last another week,” she said, her voice hard but low. “They whisper of surrender. Of the crown.”Elias clenched his jaw. “They will hold.”“Not for you,” Helena said sharply. “Not anymore. They fear you, Elias. They think you hide a claim to power greater than the Shadowlord’s.”He turned to her, anger flashing. “Do you doubt me too?”Her gaze did not waver. “I doubt everyth
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