Dark Blaze

Chapter 27

"Hoorah, Hoorah, Hoorah!" They scream and the plash of liquor drizzle above with glee and more pleasure. The place is surrounded by virescent candles, bringing about the place so heated slightly and below their knee there is a green murky amble below - the sign of great victory they say. The head of the great wolf hung on the wall while blood dripped below its chin, salivating its rufescent fluid. Laughs and Love Sempiternal they wish will stay longer, protect their realm at all cost, and dwell a better existence for Connart they celebrate. The brothers and Airline stayed at the tower, not rejoicing what just arose but ameliorated because it at last ceased.

"She looked at me with her emerald eyes, shocking to see she can help the people who habitat here but she is still adorable, give her some time, I think, or I will," Jhàrold said sarcastically with a grin, chattering to Kristinov beside him sitting above the sylvan chair while he drunk several tankards as well Kristinov. "I know what I am doing" Kristinov said with an outraged voice in a whisper it was rough and deep while his head was reddening from intoxication and boisterous coated what he heard, it echoes, and began to black out. "I do not need her, I believe, she is terrified, I will uncover a new one" Kristinov said as he caressed his fingers to his warm forehead. "Are you good? kind a fresh of gulping some ale?" Jhàrold asked with a smile that won't cheer Kristinov up, the smile that his concern was a mockery, Kristinov was unfamiliar with sipping the ale in the tankard that Jhàrold offered with a drink to celebrate. Kristinov pushed him to the side - the moment Jhàrold move nigh him, he grunt as he pushed Jhàrold with a face that he is fury again - the perception he want to slay more. He strives to settle down but Jhàrold kept asking questions and laughing again that what he witnessed was foolish.

Kristin walked out of the place where all mages celebrated. Single each of the mages peered at them with confusion and ingrate as the Knight walked out with ire and more madding movements he revealed as he stroll out of the place. Crapulent they continue, they did not care what just happened as long it is a catastrophe that may harm their land. "What the agony again, Big guy?!" Jhàrold yelled as he tries to call out Kristinov to walk out of the place or attempts to halt him from strolling away and discuss it nicely but it was too late. He raised his hand and gradually settled down as he gaze at Kristinov walking away sans glimpsing behind. "Let the Great Knight calms himself and reckons about his continuous quest" the owner of the place - the man who was healed by Aerline said while Jhàrold gulped another ale in the big tankard. He wipes his brim with his knuckles while his brows raised with curiosity and he grinned after that - smile that tells if this old man prevailed simply teasing.

The moment he opens the gate the twilight pours onto him. A gibbous moon occurred above the twilight, and the breeze of chillness crawls to his skin. His brume hair, every strand of his niveous hair like the snow of the pointy mountain hovered behind - created a frazzled mess to his hair. The haze of euphoria wrapped his sight. The pressure of his weight armors pushes him to fall but he tries to resist it. He wanders his thought about what happened to him ere the chaos upon Connart. Kristinov did not know what to choose, find a better devotion and life or proceed to accomplish the quests that have given to him that he kept slaying and bringing devastation through eight decades. He supine his head above and perk his sights to the multiple stars while standing stilly through the suffering and cold breeze. The rustles of the leaves while the breeze drags the hedges from side to side at both sides where he stands.

He began to stride through the path where the direction will lead him to the Vëctlör's tower. The smoke of the flames from alongside torches that change their color pursue his steps. The clouds of heavy dusk brume coated the lucent moonlight above that shines on the path where he strolls. His head only faced forth, he never peeked back and twirled his head from side to side. Kristinov takes out his heavy glaive unhurriedly, he gave attention to the noise of footsteps from a person - haunting him possibly. He grinned his teeth as the headache strike to his sanity, he shoved his brow down with ire and moan from the pain inhume him under - settling his essence to go back to the darkling void and the outcry he heeded from the lifeless people he slay since. He looked behind and outstretch his physique arm to point the edge of his blade to be prepared to strike if the person behind him will plan to ambush him. Kristinov yelled at the top of his lungs, losing his breath away he kept, letting them out with fury and more wrath.