Dark Blaze

Chapter 29

"Injured and Good Survivors are limited in this area" The mage mumbled while his eyes are fully shut still, strolling on each ruined house and they passed every dead creature, humans, and more plants. Kristinov has the feeling of uneasiness as they move every block once further. "You telling me eh? there is a survivor in this area, it looks like it is gone now" Jhàrold said with one brow shoved down while the other is lifted with curiosity. "They will never show up because of me" Kristinov mumbled through his helmet, their only heed was slightly gibberish. "I apologize, Big guy, we will never accomplish this sh*t with you, should not have come with us," Jhàrold said with a smile of mockery and significance. Aerline turned around with a pout and ire visage, her expression was telling him to apologize to him. "Why with that adorable face? I did not mean that" Jhàrold grinned, his smile was making Aerline ire as well as the Stygian Knight, the clench of the holder he gripped was feeling about to grate from his wrath - the hoax was pissing him off. "Zone out" The mage halt his magic to crawl over below to calm Kristinov down - he witnessed him madding around it prevailed not foolish. 

All of them suddenly heard a thump from their left, they stopped spoking as they see Kristinov raise his hand showing its knuckles in the gauntlet. Kristinov's breathing was getting deep, "You can take that off Kristinov, you are not breathing normally" The mage whispered but the Knight did not answer. Nocuous venom-like ivy is surrounded each door of the ruins and a noisome scent over the atmosphere, the flesh of a lifeless is everywhere inside. Both Knight slowly takes off their weapon on their strap as they espy a shadow. The ether above blue evanescent evolving into the darkness like the storm it will approach like the last time they travel onto the fuliginous spruce wilderness.

The brothers and Aerline unhurriedly stroll on their backs. The wind was getting frigid little, the warm breeze was fading away. Kristinov's sight was bringing darkling coated his visions and fuzzy blur as well as the brothers. Aerline was feeling there will be a survivor coming out from the darkness they behold and heed. The particles of ashes drifted and shifted above and below. Kristinov take out his shield and the one who lead the way and moved closer to the darkness, following the noise they all heard. Jhàrold holds his mickle hammer and the brothers prepared to wield their magic while Aerline stands stilly on the back of the brothers.

They settle their brows down, getting a gasp of air and they are ready to battle what will they behold from the darkness with malefic vines and particles like they are in different dimensions. A big rush thump coming towards them shortly with lachrymal of the outcry they heard through the shady. "Help me!" Someone shouted and Aerline was alerted. A man with an ichor-damaged vesture and hickory trousers ran out of the darkness.  They saw the man's eyes were frightened to glimpse the Darkling Knight - it looks like he know Kristinov before. The impuissant man throws a rock at Kristinov, yelling for help from the brothers and Jhàrold.

"Calm your *ss down! He does not bite now" Jhàrold said, blocking Kristinov from getting hurt again. Aerline bounced her head as well as the brothers. "Are you alone?" Aerline asked as she strolls away from the back of the brothers with a lenity smile that made the man reply to her. "No," he said but in a raspy tone like he was unsettled and relieved at the same time. The brothers gazed at one another with ire and confusion, they can feel someone will approach behind the gloaming. They feel repine from the lie, the man was telling the truth but behind that was something off. Demise will meet the man's nigh future - the mage felt it as well as his brother. They blow and something came out of their brims and the little gust appears out as they blow with their hand lying to their chin, a blue and green haze mixed one another through the darkness, the ash becomes snow and rutilant light ran through the like opaque. "What is that?" The man said with an expression of awe.

"I think to fight the poison" Aerline said while she held up her hand to move her fingers above the haze with astonishment. Kristinov did what Aerline did as well, the man was even so fearful towards Kristinov so he shoved his body out from his distance. The puissant man does remember him wearing flexuous stygian malefic armor coated him as well his steed but the most terrifying he witnessed it's his great glaive swinging to ruin everyone's life and abode. The Black Knight was a noble of the Malice who brings devastation and many things that mischievous do. Now, he realized the moment he was doing was wrong throughout the decades until the moment he met Aerline, he was changed, the eyes he beheld from the deep emerald were reflecting him that he was the monster - a great monster. Kristinov opened his eyes to see the man pushing aside his body to the brothers to shelter himself from Kristinov.