“You’re all screwed, now.” Robert still had the guts to tease his opponent, though he was already on the ground, coughing with blood.
“Curse you, rebels!” The grand knight went outrageous, stabbing his broadsword against Robert, but then …
The sound of thunder clapped and rumbled throughout the skies. They all paused and looked up. The dark clouds began to glow with yellow light, illuminating the open grounds of the bailey. Something big was about to happen … something that was truly beyond what they expected.
The glorious judgment from the heavens had finally come. Thousands of golden arrows fell from the clouds, like rain, with glowing drops, but these drops were as deadly as life-ending catastrophes.
“Let’s move!” Arth immediately helped Robert to get up. Then the three began to rush back towards the Lower Ring.
As they hasted, Arth looked back, seeing
After six hours of riding nonstop, they finally reached their hideout in White Forest. As soon as Arth stepped inside through the main door, he immediately brought Alice straight to her room. The space inside was slightly bigger than Arth's bedroom. It was more comfy and warm. The usual, sweet scent of Alice greeted him as he went inside. Every time he got close enough with Alice like this, her aromatic, flowery smell had made Arth remember of the flowers back in Frostwood village. Giving him a weird but good feeling, he wished that he would always be close to her like this … always. Arth carefully placed her on the soft bed. His hands were still covered with dried blood, so he washed them first before he returned to her. He got a small towel and a bucket of warm water to clean the dirt on her skin. “I was so worried,” Arth sighed and shook his head slowly. He soaked the towel and gave a gentle wipe
“Three hundred and seventy-eight knights …” King Terrowin’s voice echoed around the dark throne room, then silence followed; a dead, cold silence. He stood from his blue crystal-made seat and then climbed down the wide steps. “One grand knight …” the king continued. Kael was in front, kneeling, with his head looking down on the blue floor. He had just returned from their huge loss after their encounter with the Forgotten Winter. And being alone with the Cold King made his heartbeat race, as if chased by death itself. “And another one of my High Councilors …” Kael closed his eyes, shamed. He went against looking at the king’s face. He had already triggered the devil's outrage, and it’s about to explode unto him. Silence filled the throne room once again. The only thing Kael could hear was his chest pounding hard. His palms were freezing. How fortunate Kael was that they were both alone, for if not … he could never face anyone anymore. His failure was a huge disgrace that he might
"I still can’t believe that was my last chance to enjoy walking around the capital in public!” Robert complained while stirring the boiling soup on the pot. “Now we’re all wanted in every corners of Glacia.” “At least we came back in one piece,” Arth replied as he was chopping the vegetables on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, we’re now close to our goal anyway. We just have to kill the last councilor before we make our step in taking down the king,” Robert said, wiping his hands on his apron, then he went to prepare the plates. “Do we really have to kill all councilors? I mean … are all of them really that bad?” “By the time King Terrowin sat on the throne, he immediately replaced the good councilors with the corrupt ones … evil friends of his. That’s when corruption began to spread in the kingdom.” “So if we eliminate the fourth councilor, we can now kill th
After breakfast, the whole team started on their daily chores. Luna went out to replace Janshai, Robert left to harvest more woods, and Alice worked with the laundry. As everyone was pretty much occupied with their tasks, Arth just stayed outside the hideout, waiting for his cold-blooded mentor to arrive. He was feeling uneasy, so he tried walking in circle, shaking his hands. 'This is a bad idea,'Arth thought.'How in the world am I gonna work with that … that rude guy?' A few minutes later, he finally spotted Janshai walking from afar, appearing amidst the white snow and trees. He still wore his black coat from last night, with his hands hidden inside his pockets. Even though Janshai had been up all night, it was surprising to see him still actively moving. “He really is not human,” Arth concluded in a soft whisper.
“Desoland?!” Arth yelled, holding his head, his eyes wide open. He tried his best not to panic, because the air was much harder to breathe in, and he would die early if he did. It was more than strange to experience a hot environment without the sun. The wind had triggered a slight irritation, as if it was intoxicating his skin, good thing he was wearing a sleeved cloak. “Wait … what exactly is the Desoland?” Arth asked Janshai. “Is this the Underworld they’ve been talking about?” Janshai took a few seconds, giving Arth a cold stare before answering. “This land is beyond the borders of the Underworld. Desolated as what it is, no single demon has lived here. There are, however, powerful demonic beasts that inhabit this … wretched land.” “Wait, how in the world do you know all of this?” Arth sharpened his eyes suspiciously. “Is it because of what that summoner said earlier … that
“What do you mean something awaits us there?!” “Enough talking … just walk.” Arth crossed his arms, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from speaking further. He just saved all of his curses inside his mind. As they reached the foot of the high mountains, Arth had to use Glacies Materia to have the tools for climbing the steep mountain.It took them almost an hour to finally reach the top. From there, the Blood Tower Janshai had mentioned could be spotted ahead. Arth wondered why it was called the Blood Tower, as it was only made of black slab of stones. But asking the question to Janshai would be out of the option. It was a dark circular tower. The top could not be seen as still it soared through the dark clouds. There were no arch windows or loopholes in the walls. The inside was indeed completely sealed. “This i
A red beam of light pierced through the afternoon skies, coming from amidst White Forest. It blasted out blinding light energy, brighter than the white clouds that everything else went dark as the beam flashed. “That’s our signal. Let’s move,” Kael ordered to the group of five Grand Knights behind him. They had been waiting for almost an hour outside the western entrance of the forest. And now, they trotted through the trees, and then galloped. Kael was dressed on his cerulean cloak, his enchanted sword sheathed on its white scabbard, hanging on his belt. He had planned to bring all members of the Grand Knights’ Order, but unfortunately, some of them had emergency cases to attend to from His Highness. So he could only bring five Grand Knights with him. The ambiance in White Forest was darker than what Kael had remembered. It was still noon, but the thick branches from the tall trees had completely co
The wrath of the hellish Underworld had come upon them. Swirling red fire blasted towards Arth like a tornado, coming from the dragon’s breath. Everywhere it was burning. Arth raised both hands into the air, casting ice materialization, blue light illuminating above him. A wide shield made of ice instantly appeared as the light faded. Despite its massive weight, he managed to use it to block the raging fire blast from the red dragon. “Gods, help me!” Arth grunted as the shield was melting so quickly from the tornado of fire, wilder than any catastrophe. Clearly, mere ice weapons wouldn’t stand a chance against its weakness element. But he had no other choice, as there were no ways he could dodge the dragon fire in time. Arth stood hard against ground to keep himself from getting blown away, his entire body washed by the water dripping from the melting ice. With all luck, the blazing fire had stopped
It was a grand festive night for the entire kingdom capital to celebrate the crowning of the new king. Arth had never been to a big celebration before, seeing lots and lots of people. He was seated at the dais of the Great Hall with tons of food on his own table. It was too much at least for him, so he just sighed and then sipped on his wine, looking around. The other three kings had already returned to their regions right after the ceremony had ended earlier, as they still had other responsibilities to attend to.Now that more people were present, the air had become warmer, filled with loud chats and laughs from the nobles and lords while they drank their liquor. The live music played by the talented musicians had made the Great Hall much noisier.“So this is what a feast is like,” Arth shook his head, watching a drunk noble dance over the table while his fellows laughed and clapped their hands, “It’s &
“How is it, My Prince?” The dressmaker lowered his chin, his eyes looking over his glasses.“It looks wonderful, sir. Thank you,” Arth said as he surveyed himself in front of the mirror. He wore a knee-length blue tunic of golden beadings. Beneath it was his white inner garment with two buttons undone to reveal his chest, tucked in his straight-cut black trousers.“Are you certain you do not want any jewelry, Your Highness? It’ll make you look more glamorous in the ceremony later,” the man said. “We have five boxes for you to choose from … some fine gold necklaces and diamond rings—”“It’s all good.” Arth smiled at the dressmaker and then looked again at the mirror as a servant was oiling his newly-cut black hair.The door of the dressing room suddenly opened.Looking through the mi
Arth cried and screamed from the pain … as the cold, rough earth was crushing his body in between. He exerted his arms, pushing both sides to prevent the ground from squeezing him, but hopeless it was … as it only made him bleed more, caused by the sharp stones against his skin.“Have no worries, for I shall take good care of your lands and—”Dethnar’s voice stopped as well as the ground, then followed by the demon cursing.“What’s … happening … now …?” Arth’s eyes fell heavier, but he still kept his consciousness.“You’re … a … demon …?! What are you?!” Dethnar spoke again from above, his voice shaking and mad. “You traitor! You are one of us … and yet—”“And you are a fool …”Arth
“The Demon King had ordered me to initiate the war by destroying the Power Crystal in the North,” Dethnar said, dark-blue flames covering his entire demon form. “This undead army of mine is just the beginning. After getting rid of the crystal I can now—”“I never asked for you to babble about your stupid plans, demon,” Arth cut him off. “You won’t be able to execute any of that. Now that you’re separated from Lucas, I can finally eliminate you from our world.”“Eliminate me?” Dethnar smiled wider in amusement. “You think you can beat me in my true form? You can’t even make a scratch.”“We’ll see,” Arth replied, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.‘This is it, father,’he thought.‘I’ll show them the true power of our
Draphiron’s wings created a powerful gust of wind on the high tower as its claws held on to the pillars, and then lowered its long neck for Arth to climb down. The dragon’s remaining alar, in the form of a blue spirit, had helped him reach Crown Galacer in a short time.“Thanks, Draphiron … thank you, father,” Arth whispered, rubbing the dragon’s neck before he jumped off and landed on the floor. The blue spirit slowly dissolved into strings of alar, flying away from the tower, then they all compressed together and finally exploded in the skies like fireworks.Arth turned around, studying the situation now. The first thing he saw was the cracked Power Crystal … with tiny fragments scattered on the floor. Nearly destroyed it was … that Divine Knight must’ve stopped the demon before it could shatter the crystal. Kael did his job well enough, holding off the demon befo
After rushing out of the dungeon, Kael led the whole group inside the citadel, sneaking, as they did not want to catch the attention of the ghouls scurrying on the palace grounds … and the undead beasts flying above.A symphony of darkness and silence welcomed them … and it was a bit strange as to why Kael found no ghouls inside.The armory was located on the third floor of the citadel, so they had to use the wide staircases. As they made their climb, they tried to keep the silence, but Kael was annoyed by the Chief’s son who kept on whispering to Gregor. Had Gregor not taught his son how to keep his mouth shut?When they reached the armory, Gregor and his son quickly got their swords back. “Where are we going now?” the Chief asked Kael as they stepped out of the armory.“The throne room,” Kael replied. They got back to the staircases and clim
“Are you sure about this? What if they attack Cold Hills?” Tristan asked as they rode their horses, the west gate of the kingdom capital rising from their view ahead. It was a half-day journey from Cold Hills after they spotted the blue beam piercing through the skies, coming from the far north.“Don’t worry,” Kael replied. “Our village will be fine. The winterbird from the citadel said that the enemies were only attacking straight towards the capital.”As they reached the western gatehouse, Kael could still see the destroyed portcullis he had caused by the explosion two days ago. He raised his head to the top of the curtain walls and found no knights on watch anymoreThe fort bell kept on ringing, like repeating thunder amidst the dark clouds; the alarm for evacuation. The skies had already turned dark … wind blowing hard against his face, carrying the scent
“No …” Once again he burst into tears, leaning his forehead on the cold floor.“I failed … all because of me … all because of my stupidity!”Arth could no longer see any hope of saving Glacia. His body was too exhausted, worn out to go after Lucas and stop him. He could not even stand a chance now that Lucas had the sword and the power of its curse. No one could stop him now. And even if there was someone, Arth was already tired of hoping.“So all of our efforts are wasted … our accomplishments with the team … with Alice … all are wasted for his selfish ambitions?!” Arth said to himself as he hit his own forehead against the floor. “Alice died for nothing …
“Watch out, boss!” Arth yelled.But before the claw of the dragon could strike, Lucas made a high jump to dodge. He waved his sword to land a quick slash, aiming at the beast’s head, but then it ducked and spun its enormous body, swinging its huge tail to strike him. Lucas couldn’t move, as he’s still on air, so he had no other choice but to block the tail with his arms crossed.The direct hit blasted Lucas away, slamming him against the stone wall, only to fall on the floor, coughing blood, leaving the wall cracked.Arth held his sword tighter. Despite its enormous size, Draphiron was undeniably fast.Even Arth himself couldn’t possibly react in time had he been in Lucas’ situation earlier.“Why does it keep on attacking us?!” Arth shouted.No … Why would it keep on attacking only Lucas? Not Arth … or J