a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

317: I Challenge You (1)

BOOM!

The air shifted violently. A frightening chill rose in the air as the pure presence of cold mana swept the area.

His chest alternately raises and lowers. Moulin\'s eyes followed his brother\'s bold figure, charging at the beast with a large swing of his deadly scythe. Moulin\'s arms fell as the gust passed him. Relief was like warm spring water pouring into his anxious heart. He could not help but raise a hand to his chest and form a faint smile on his lips.

Moulin had been so anxious about his brother ever since they separated, and he grew more worried when he found out he had arrived earlier than his elder brother. \'Thank God...\' He mentally thought. \'He\'s alright.\'

The second Lord of the Fraunces Nobility pushed the Lion back with every swing as if to embed the enormous animal into the wall like a hallway decoration. He rained down swings as though he was trying to shred the beast into pieces.

Hadrian suddenly spoke beside Moulin. He didn\'t even look at the new intruders behind him.

"Nhero has arrived."

"What?"

Moulin turned around. The grip around the bow within his right hand is tight. He stood close to Hadrian as his eyes found their allies falling from the giant hole in the ceiling. They landed on their feet skillfully, drawing out their weapons like a group of pirates that had come to ravage a ship. Finally, his eyes found Nhero, the leader of the \'thieves.\' The moment he landed, he wasted no time shielding the maeruthans guarding the gate. Fortunately, more help has come.

"You\'re here." Jagra breathed out, spasming. Panting, he gazed at Nhero.

Beside him, Ghana narrowed her eyes. "The people have evacuated the halls."

"We took care of the rest of the orcs in the castle. No one will be intruding us any further." Nhero said. Internally, his eyes fell on the floor briefly. \'Thanks to a particular someone, most of the powerful allies of the orcan leader had been disposed of.\'

From a distance, Moulin narrowed his eyes as he searched the group.

"You\'re looking for someone," Hadrian spoke. His eyes scrutinized his lover\'s face. "Who?"

Moulin paused. He glanced at Hadrian and spoke.

"Someone who will stop all of this."

Thud!

All of a sudden, the place turned quiet. An ominous silence sank around them. It was chilling as well as mysterious. Moulin realized the fighting had stopped. Confused, the maeruthans paused as well as they stared at their opponents. The orcs ceased fighting, and their gazes were directed elsewhere, sensing a presence. The allied men followed the eyes of the strange beastmen. Moulin did so as well.

Silver pupils shifted, seeing through the sea of heads until they found familiar green eyes. A nuclear green glowing coldly. For a moment, Moulin felt lost. He squinted his eyes and released a slow sigh.

"Accrius..."

Hadrian looked at the young man near him before directing his eyes to the orc whose name had left his lover\'s lips. A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

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The ground shook violently, abruptly disrupting Moulin\'s thoughts. A wave of cold wind hit his body. Alarmed, Moulin turned around.

Emlen rapidly retreated. There was a burn on his shoulder down to his elbow. His sleeves are torn and burnt, but the raging fire within his eyes remained bright. He had given his all, but the beast kept healing itself endlessly. Aside from the giant burns on its face, the other parts of the creature\'s body regenerated quickly.