Whispers in the Gale

chapter 30

|Ch.30

*Continuation from the last chapter

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Third person pov|

Storm.....Pendragon. A lone Pendragon with only one crimson eye. His existence itself had succeeded in casting another curse on the Pendragons.

The fact that he had a crimson eye wasn't even the biggest matter at the hand,it was the fact that this man had created an image of the Elmyr,the fallen servant of the God. Most of the nobles failed to recognise this woman but the nobles who had been still alive since back in the days,knew who exactly is this. They went pale in their feet,some even fainted while some others went down on their knees. The fear and trauma this woman caused was still acting like a fresh wound.

And the Pendragons,the most affected people in this whole room,they were frozen. Utterly frozen,not even a thought went through their heads.

Even the king Ashen couldn't move. It was clear how shaken he was. Seeing his state,the queen had to take the matters into her hand.

"Who are you?",was her question.

Storm grinned maliciously,"Guess"

That was all Storm said before touching the head of the Elmyr he created,instantly the figure turned into a bunch of shadows. It was shadow manipulation. A mage couldn't manipulate shadows because shadows realm belonged to the hell and only hell. Just as hell couldn't control the light of heaven,heavens couldn't control the darkness. Not even a Pendragon could control shadows even if they wanted. Not everyone was smart enough to know that Storm was a hell born devil but those who had seen the hell magic at the first hand,knew it. Elder Pendragons who had seen what hell was like and how the darkness was manipulated,knew from just one look.

He was an offspring of the hell blood and Pendragon blood.

The shadows danced around Storm like they wanted to be pat by Storm. And his Pendragon eye glowed brightly bringing the whole ballroom to their knees except for Pendragons and the Queen. Even Gabriel was on his knees trying his hardest to breath through his mouth while sweating buckets. He felt like dying.

The chandelier lights started flickering and shaking.

Storm raised his palm with a menacing smirk,"The days I spent living as a fake tought me a lot. Your worst fear,and your worst regret,happened to coincide with my very existence. From now on,you will never know peace",he addressed the whole Pendragons with this statement.

The whole ballroom went dark while the shadows circled around all the Pendragons. They all fell on their knees as they started hyperventilating. Their weakened minds were dragged into the garden of shadows where you will live in your nightmares.

All they was one woman.

Just one woman.

Their nightmare.

Their reason for sanity and insanity.

The day they killed her,they were all living in it except Ashen who was having a different nightmare. A destroyed kingdom left by the very woman called Elmyr. There was no one left. Everything was red. The kingdom painted by red. And his family,they were all dead too. Right infront of his eyes.