[Book 3 of Excelium]
"A dominating presence could never erase its trace. Its name will serve as a scar that wouldn't fade even if demanded. That's what it means to be a legend."
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THE ART IS NOT MINE⛔
The credits all goes to the artist ZEEN CHIN. I...
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"Haa... If your going to give me a job, at least let me have some fun." Lips pouted as he squat on the ground. Rumerepleksyon sa mga gintong mata nito ang malaking apoy ilang metro lamang ang layo sa kaniyang pwesto. After a while, he sighed and stood. Pinagsiklop nito ang mga kamay at nag-unat. "He said the others will clean it up. Time to go back then."
Natigilan ito noong makarinig ng mahinang kaluskos sa kaniyang likod. Ibinaba niya ang kaniyang mga braso at kaniyang ipinihit ang katawan paharap sa direksyon na iyon. A man covered in worn-out fabrics stepped out the bushes. Heavily panting, eyes twitching, and a hand placed on his likely aching side. His hair has the same red color as his orbs.
Noong inangat nito ang tingin sa tahimik na lalaki. His brows furrowed. "Frēo... Lodrian." he growls.
Nanatiling tahimik si Frēo habang nakatitig dito. After a short while, he then pinched his chin and wore a troubled expression. "Did he say no witnesses?" he mumbles.
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Nabalik lamang ang atensyon niya sa binata noong mahina itong tumawa. His pale complexion remains yet he seems motivated as he pull a dagger from his cloak. "Don't know what the fuck's happening with that sudden explosion but it's good I ran into you," pirmi nitong hinawakan ang punyal at ngumisi. "I'll take this opportunity to scratch your name off the list."
Akmang aatake na ito ngunit nagdoble ang kaniyang mga malabong paningin at nagsimulang manghina ang kaniyang mga tuhod. He staggered a few times, holding onto his balance. Yet his eyelids eventually gave up as his strength withdraw.
Frēo remained on his spot when the boy fell flop on his own face. Tinitigan niya ito ng ilang segundo bago niya ito nilapitan at pinulot ang nahulog na satchel bag. Noong makuha niya ang isang maliit na pocketbook ay tinapon niya ang lagayan sa kung saan at binuklat ang nasabing kwaderno.
Names of many prominent nobles and soldiers are written with pasted illustration of their faces. They are arranged in a numerical order on an unknown basis. Ang ibang mga pangalan ay may mga linya na ngunit hindi ito magkakasunud-sunod. They were randomly lined. Frēo's golden orbs stared at his own name bago niya tiningnan ang pangalan na nasa taas nito. After reading it, sinara niya ito at tinapon sa apoy.
