Death's Rebirth

CHAPTER 04: AFTERMATH

"We managed to reduce the casualties. Most who have been injured are being treated by Sage and the disciples of the temple at the sanctuary," Magnus notified as he returned from his duties in securing the area.

The duke... He hasn't slept for days, I don't think.

Duke Azrael's usually neat maroon hair had been disheveled by the events of the previous night, while bloodstains still remained on his attire and face. His golden eyes, which sparkled with spirit and strength—had dimmed and darkened, the lower portion of his eyes showing the weariness and exhaustion of his recent battles.

He's been purging those beasts for days without stopping. I'm glad I could persuade him to rest for today.

"The situation is under control for now. Our wounded are being well-treated and cared for in a safe location. So let's be relieved, and let's hope for the recovery of those who have been injured." Magnus attempted to comfort his obviously exhausted leader. It had been a relentless night of endless battles, protections and management.

Once again, the knight was grateful that his master had the power to enable him to recover from the battle and not sustain any permanent physical damage.

Although, I can't say for emotional and mental damages.

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Duke Azrael de Triskellion is the heir to the Triskellion family, supposedly born to inherit the land and title after his parents passing— though the late Archduke was more than willing to offer the seat to his son after his commemorative act in subduing the rise of Nightteeth, along with other dark beasts that have made their homes near the mountains to the west. Therefore, the succession ritual was expedited without any issue.

The duke is regarded as the face of the Eldorian army and is seen as a pillar of strength and stability, having been appointed by the Emperor himself.

He is well known and revered for his immense capabilities and noble deeds in defending the empire against a multitude of threats.

It is obvious why, after all. Duke Azrael carries a heavy burden for their people and the empire. The immense responsibilities his leader had to endure almost caused the knight to tear up.

After all, Magnus had been by his side since their adolescent years. It is natural that the two have formed a brotherly bond of some sort, even with the difference in their status and personalities.

A wave of determination then coursed through the knight as he reminded himself to be strong for his friend and his people.

"Has progress been made on the barrier?" Azrael questioned while pinching the bridge of his nose, his body ached and his mind felt scattered. Magnus responded immediately with a nod.

"They will be able to complete the barrier by tonight," The knight informed him, bringing a measure of relief to his leader.

"I suppose we just have to hold out for another moon." The duke offered a laugh—though it sounded hollow, disappointed and something else that the Knight Commander couldn't pinpoint. Was that glee? Or anticipation?

The duke's tiredness and exhaustion were evident in the tone and way he delivered his words, that's for sure.

It couldn't be. I must be overthinking it.

Azrael was clearly feeling the weight of the night's battles and the stress of managing a province under threat. "What of Eldoria?" he asked. "Have they found anything?"

Should I relay this information? I fear it will only anger him. Magnus hesitantly paused before revealing the information—aware that the duke would surely be concerned about the cause of the earthquake.