Chapter 41 – The Deathly Gifts

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As we navigated through the opening our warriors created, weaving and striking at the few dark soldiers that managed to get by our fighters, I looked ahead. A second unit of soldiers descended from the horizon, blocking us from our intended goal.

They seemed in no rush, quickly moving towards the battle but with nowhere near as much gumption as the first wave.

The beast inside me itched to fight. To jump from the dirt bike and join the ranks in massacring the evil bastards. I kept a hold of my inner beast, reminding myself we had a greater goal.

I had never laid eyes on Aodh, but from the descriptions I had heard he was bigger than life, with eyes that glowed red, armor that was darker than a starless sky, and a staff that seemed to be the center of his magic or power.

Tales were told of the helmet he wore, that adorned horns and spikes, his skin black and cracked. Some tales even told his blood was like lava that you could see move under his skin and through the cracks that cove