“You have already lost, release the hostages and leave.” The cyclops leader rumbled. “You think it’s that simple huh? Maybe we’ll execute one of them to show you how we’ve not lost.” The soldier replied, jabbing his blade into the cat-human’s side. “Depart at once foul creatures, lest you lose your heads.” Iris exclaimed. “And why would that happen?” the soldier sneered. A sudden burst of dark chains erupted from the group of hostages, wrapping around every uncovered body-part of the soldiers, turning deep crimson as it did so. The remaining soldiers, smart enough to raise magic shields, turned to gaze at their new opponent. “What did you think would happen, did you really think that you could hold so many, even cyclops’ hostage?” The dark crimson being asked in a voice of one who had been exposed to the cold for too long. “Tch, why do you protect such beings?” “I, Hefira, deity of the icy heart, protect them because they all have ice in their hearts, directed towards you and your church, whereas you have burning hatred towards them.” “Nonsense, these beasts have no hearts!” The chains retracted, revealing the glowing blue outline around the cat-person. Together as if one being, the cat-human and deity screamed in unison. “The only people here without hearts are you, commander Gatil, and your troops!” “Impossible, it can’t be. It is,” Gatil stammered then laughed. “Tell me, how did it feel?” he continued, slowly realizing his mistake. The cat-human screamed in anger and Hefira breathed in, then exhaled a plume of freezing wind, freezing Gatil and his men in place.
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Fearless
General FictionThe dangers of a world bound in cruel religious doctrine become lessons in bravery.
