Etiennette stood up from the chair, her face pale. She did not understand why these strange people were showing such great respect to her.Her enchanting expression stunned Blake. No one, except the Divine Oracle of the Divine Creed, could be so captivating. None of the girls who had been tied to th
"Nobody leaves here alive."Blake's hollow voice echoed in the crowd's ears like the tolling of bells. There were 300 or so people in the hall—enough to form a drove of indistinct faces. In the envoys' eyes, that was precisely who they were—a drove of blurry collection of ants meant to be squashed.
It was a bloodbath."M-My son… My son is dead! My son!" One of Erwen's younger brothers suddenly howled, his voice cracking. He snarled, baring his teeth, "I will kill them!"The man leaped into the chaos like a tempest. Perhaps it was the influence of violence, or maybe it was his passion to avenge
"Ha! What a way to announce your own death!" Blake dodged and grappled Erwen before smacking him hard, to the floor, from high up.The sound of the ground breaking his fall boomed, and Erwen spat blood from his mouth. He struggled to get his foot right, but his body gave up and collapsed.Blake's ey
"So, they had someone like this among them this whole time?" Blake murmured to himself.While his face remained emotionless, he began to seethe a little as he realized belatedly why Hubert had dared to show up without an army. It was because he had brought an annoying pest Blake could not easily squ
"Good. You were pretty good." Blake wiped the blood away from the corner of his lips as his eyes grew more maddened by the seconds. He was, admittingly, rather surprised by the result of his last blow. It had the combined output of more than a dozen trucks slamming down from above, yet Logan looked
The landscape was a frosty expanse, with almost everything covered in white. The hush of snow was occasionally interrupted by the cry of a lone wolf. Two figures struggled through the deep snow, their steps slow as it rose up to their knees."Just a bit more, Anil," Cidye said, panting. "A day more
The drum's beating grew frantic. The shaman, in a trance, was shaking hard. Her chanting grew in tandem."15 minutes more, and the moment of glory will be upon us," said Samitra.Two attendants flanked the stone pillar, dressed in black—the creed's holiest color. They held torches while standing nex