Darius sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He knew he had to act. He needed to take matters into his own hands, to stop this war before it escalated into something bigger than either could handle alone.And it was up to him to do it, because that’s what the goddess had chosen for him to do. And so, once again, he gathered the remaining threads of his strength and willed them to flow through the bond, causing a powerful surge of energy to course through him. With a loud groan, he threw his head back, feeling his body tingle in response to this new energy coursing through it. He clenched and unclenched his fists several times in order to release this excess energy. Finally, the feeling of nostalgia washed off him and he gave Virgil a hug. The both of them talked for sometime, and Lina who had come in to call Darius had to wait for a while for the men to catch up. Eventually they finally managed to finish talking. Finally satisfied that he had said what he neede
“My pack is not a primitive one. We do learn from those who come before us. Those who live hundreds or thousands of years have taught us many things, such as how to defend ourselves and what spells to use when faced with enemies. These witches, for all of their evil deeds, are actually just people who had suffered greatly and lost their lives to humans.” Zander paused as he glanced over at Darius. “If you look closely, you might find these writings hidden beneath the runes.” He told him, moving closer. Darius carefully looked over, searching for anything that could point out to where the runes were located, but found nothing. Noticing his lack of progress, Zander chuckled slightly. “They do exist, Alpha, though it’s a little complicated to translate them into human tongue,” he explained, pointing to one of the larger pieces that had words scribbled hastily upon it. “It says: When they die, we shall rise. Their bodies must be purified before we return to the earth, lest we corrup
Zander’s footsteps echoed in the quiet of the forest as he made his way back to the Mountain Pack’s territory. The encounter with the Elder had left him with more questions than answers. The existence of the mysterious woman and her connection to the conflict weighed heavily on his mind. But there was another piece to the puzzle, an ominous presence that lurked in the shadows—the sinister witch and her coven. Rumors of the witch’s existence had been whispered among the packs for generations. It was said that she and her followers practiced dark magic, harnessing the forces of nature to serve their own twisted desires. The coven was said to be a secretive group, operating in the depths of the forest, hidden from prying eyes. As Zander walked, his thoughts wandered to the stories he had heard. Tales of the witch’s power and the havoc she could wreak upon those who crossed her path sent a chill down his spine. The coven’s motives remained shrouded in mystery, but their malevolent i
Darius strode confidently down the dirt road leading to the southern border of the kingdom. He could smell the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby café, inviting him in for a quick taste before he departed on a long journey to the west. He reached for the door handle of the café’s front window just as two girls emerged from the entrance carrying plastic bags. One girl held onto the arm of her companion as they headed towards the bus stop several yards down the street. One look into the faces of both the girls caused Darius’s eyes to widen in surprise. Both girls sported bright blonde hair and green eyes, making it easy to distinguish one from the other. He had seen these girls somewhere before; their distinctive features and distinctive hairstyles were all common sights on the streets of Lothian. Even after months of hunting them in the shadows of the shadows, the two girls were not easy to find. There were only so many places where y
The structure consisted mainly of four floors that formed a rectangle shape. Inside, he could see a large room with rows upon rows of beds occupying every inch of floor space. It seemed like there was plenty of room, enough to accommodate thousands of sleeping warriors. It certainly wasn’t the largest town he’d encountered, but it was larger than the previous ones he had passed by. “What is all this for, boss?” called a burly man who was standing beside the entrance. In response, the boss raised his right arm and pointed toward the cliff’s edge. As he did so, a series of loud booms resounded throughout the area as hundreds of flaming arrows shot from the mouth of a huge hole, which had been drilled directly into the cliff’s base. As the fiery projectiles disappeared into the darkness below, it was followed by a deafening explosion followed by a series of loud cracks ringing throughout the surrounding mountainside, as a large portion of th
After traveling through the dense forest for about half an hour, Darius could finally make out something in the distance. Within seconds, his gaze landed upon an enormous building which towered high above the rest of the surroundings. Its walls were constructed of large boulders covered with vines and moss. Numerous holes had been dug in the rocks to accommodate multiple archers, along with a small number of chariots and wagons. In front of the building stood seven towering towers, each containing dozens of rooms, each containing a variety of weapons such as shields, spears, swords, bows, axes and even lances, which had been sharpened, repaired and polished to a brilliant shine. Each tower also contained a large amount of stores that were filled with numerous types of food, including bread, dried meat, dried fruits, nuts and vegetables, along with various wines and spirits. Some tents, too, had been erected around the place in order to provide the army’
Darius shook his head and replied, “I don’t think so… They are probably preparing something. What could be going through their minds? I have no idea,” he added, glancing sideways towards his warriors for reassurance. When they nodded in return, he continued to explain, “I have my own suspicions, though. The witches are cunning people. I doubt that they would just stay in one place like this, just because the rest of the army is present. And the last time the witches attacked, the war was over in less than ten minutes! That’s a lot faster than they usually take. So, I don’t think they are hiding somewhere to gather information, but I do think that they might want to get rid of us before we get any closer to them.” Darius paused for a brief moment before asking one of his soldiers, “Have you seen any suspicious activities anywhere on your travels? Anyone acting suspicious or giving a hint of what they intend to do? Someone who might be holding a g
After a long, painful moment, Darius opened his eyes and looked around. He found himself lying in bed, but there was no sign of anyone in sight. Slowly he lifted his head, and sure enough, he noticed that he was alone in the room. Where did everyone else go? How did he get back here? Why does his head hurt so badly? And how did this happen? His mind raced through the possibilities with alarming speed and clarity, as if he were an expert on all of them at once. The only thing he didn’t understand was why. He sat up slowly, trying to gather his thoughts. He took some deep breaths, then rubbed his temples in an attempt to stop his headache. A few moments later, his hands started to shake slightly, making him realize that this wasn’t something he could control. In fact, it seemed like a bad idea. With trembling hands, he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his bare chest exposed in the air for a few seconds. It didn’t help, and he had to