Chapter 154
Truths Forgotten
Valen could fly, the Prince realized. From Sylas’ back, it was as though he grew wings and they fluttered--and he took to the grand skies, slowly descending toward the sight that took his breath away. The one-eyed man stood rooted in place, the world round him dancing and flowing. And ...
2022-05-10 20:00:22 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 153
The Prince Foretold
The winds were blowing cold and harsh, their touch akin to a knife’s scrape against the skin. They were relentless, void of emotion, cutting through the world at their own pace. Valen had heard the winds often, but always from the comfort of the castle’s walls--especially recently...
2022-05-03 16:02:45 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 152
Gifts of Blood
The sky was always starless, Sylas reckoned, misted in thick, gray clouds. The feeling of looking at it from down below was suffocating, as though he was stuck within a framed cage that had no world beyond it. Rather than the sight, however, it was his thoughts that were drowning his lungs...
2022-04-28 20:07:09 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 151
Of Godly Means and Prophecies
Sylas pulled back the bow and closed one of his eyes, his fingers itching to let loose, aiming toward a thing he couldn’t see. In front of him stood a stone wall, and beyond it a scarecrow-like target, and he wanted to pierce its head. Taking a deep breath, he stilled his ...
2022-04-26 19:51:38 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 150
Beneath the Armor
Sylas sat on a cold, rough rock, snow careening from the high sky and covering the surrounding landscape in thick layers of white. There was a gourd of ale in his hand, half-drank already, and innumerable thoughts swimming in his mind. Stories were weaving, and a myriad of scenarios was...
2022-04-21 15:20:02 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 149
Exorcising the Demons
As soon as the new loop started, well within the first hour of the tragedy, Sylas left the castle with hurried steps, deciding to train on the Way along the journey. Though he cleansed a good chunk of his anger, the side-effect of it was that the lid he'd put on it was lifted, ...
2022-04-19 14:18:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 148
Day Colored in Red
What followed Sylas' proclamation was violence. Pure, raw, unadulterated, primal violence that knew neither humanity nor empathy. It was a battle of no civility, no acceptance, no tolerance, no high-strung ideas that tied mankind into a loose group of like-minded souls. All Sylas saw w...
2022-04-15 19:10:41 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 147
Vile, Evil, and Inhumane
A shadow moved swiftly and silently, creeping between the simplistic houses unheard and unseen. It was like a knife searing through the pounds of flesh effortlessly, gliding through the many soft throats and ending lives as unsuspectingly. There was something dastardly and bedevi...
2022-04-12 19:14:00 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 146
Hymns of Shadow
Sylas hardly fancied a blizzard that nigh buried him alive, but a blizzard that nigh buried him alive was what he got. Halfway through the night on top of the tiny protrusion he was using to rest, he was woken to the sounds of hissing winds that ripped through the mountainways, carrying w...
2022-04-07 22:18:33 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 145
It Stood Hidden
Trek through the snow was fairly easy, but it was the night that made it difficult. Still, Sylas persisted, belting his boots into the snow and imprinting the path from the castle southward. The lonesome moon in the sky reflected his own being, as for the first time in a while, he was alo...
2022-04-05 19:13:17 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 144
Anger Unblemished
What once was a central chamber that forked into numerous corridors and hallways of the castle was now a makeshift arena with stands framing it circularly. The usually silent walls were alight with cheers, and just outside the stands, in the room over, a massive feast was slowly being l...
2022-03-29 23:29:41 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 143
Two Stories
The castle as a whole was afire with excitement, with everyone in a great rush to prepare for the impromptu tournament that the Prince was throwing. Most excited were those keen on participating, especially after learning about the rewards--every participant will get a full gourd of ale regar...
2022-03-25 20:28:40 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 142
King Wyvenul
“Where to begin?” Valen mumbled, taking a sip of wine and having a hard think for a moment before continuing. “Truth be told, most of what I know of my father before my time are stories--legends and myths, even, that the servants and guards would whisper when they thought I wasn’t li...
2022-03-22 22:18:08 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 141
Calm Between the Walls
Sylas slowly opened his eyes to the sound of the morning barks; it’s been a while, he realized, since he last had a good, uninterrupted night’s rest. Beyond that, he had no worries, no new things he had to do today, no plans for potentially dying to something insurmoun...
2022-03-17 22:31:49 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 140
Chasms of Mind
Sylas was sitting in the wide-open plain, snow falling relentlessly on him, his legs hung off the ledge of the boulder he'd taken as his 'spot', gourds upon gourds of wine--over half already empty--strewn about. There was a dazed look on his face, his lips faintly parted, eyes misty and th...
2022-03-15 21:52:06 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 139
Cairn of Immortality
Sylas was told to follow--and the 'old man Lukas' as he'd gotten to call the man leading him left the room, took a sharp right, and began descending the stairs. That descent led into the hallway at the end of which another set of stairs leading downstairs existed. And another. Then t...
2022-03-13 18:53:51 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 138
Winterwoven
Strange silence reigned over a spacious, round, and lavishly decorated room. Gold-woven drapes covered arched, stained glass windows, with the wall spilling into a blend of marble and rug-covered stone. Beautiful, hand-carved chairs with ornamental backs surrounded equally decorative tables, ...
2022-03-10 21:44:59 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 137
Songs of the Capital
Frayer had lived a long life--this was especially impressive considering he'd been entangled with the wrong side of the law from when he was a little boy thieving away around the Perfumed District. Most boys and men like him die very young or get caught and tossed into grunt work at ...
2022-02-28 22:03:14 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 136
The Wheels Turn
Asha and Sylas sat on a small wall gating a tall, thick tree. It resided in a park-like enclosure, surrounded by several fountains and garden-like flowery bushes. Both were still reeling from the shock of where they landed and what they'd discovered, Sylas actually more so than her.
Chapter 135
Cathia
While Asha smiled excitedly and gestured with her hands and arms toward the sky, Sylas stood silenced, staring at the vortex that appeared out of nowhere. He’d witnessed many-a-strange thing in his life here on this world, and this one might be the strangest one yet. Wiping his eyes as though th...
2022-02-21 22:28:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 134
Bolts Strike in Twos
Sylas exhaled a rancid breath and shuddered for a moment as he opened his eyes. He sat topless by the lake, basking in the faintly lukewarm rays of the sun, sweat dripping down off of him. Scooping up a handful of water from the lake, he washed his face before drinking a few mouthful...
2022-02-18 23:05:34 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 133
Ruins of H’vel
Sylas sat by one of the ruins--one of the better-preserved ones, with one wall even standing almost whole, etched in it a squared hole where a window used to be. He’d cleaned up most of the interior, removing the far-reaching vines and grass that had taken over it, revealing beneath a ...
2022-02-16 21:56:46 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 132
Heaven’s Hung in Silver
The town, city, settlement, whatever it used to be, circled the lake in a crescent, sticking mostly to the flatland, with only a few shoddy-looking, building-like formations protruding on the steep mountain ‘paths’. Agnes and Sylas did a quick run-through of the entire place...
2022-02-14 23:29:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 131
Buried in the Sands of Time
Sylas fell out of it for but a moment before coming to. Agnes, however, continued to stare, her jaw slacked, forcing Sylas to grab her by the arm and pull her away and behind one of the jagged spires protruding from the mountain’s summit, hiding behind the cover. Though she ...
2022-02-12 22:38:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 130
Past the Summit Untouched
They moved slowly, their pace strikingly decrepit. For every ten minutes that they walked, they spent hours huddled in a shelter waiting for the weather to get better--namely for the wind to slow down to the ‘barely not blown off the side of the mountain’ speed. Still, thoug...
2022-02-09 22:26:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 129
Heralding the Unconquerable
Under the cover of a remarkably dark night, one where the moon elected to hide behind the thick clouds and the sky decided to be starless, Agnes and Sylas snuck out of the castle and headed westward. Both knew that leaving during the day would likely elicit the kind of sendoff...
2022-02-07 23:22:47 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 128
Everyone Changed
Ryne hummed a low beat while slowly going through everything Sylas and Agnes brought forward in the preparation period for the creation of talismans. Even though Sylas wasn’t shabby either, it has been quite some time, years even for him, since he last crafted a talisman. He w...
2022-02-04 23:07:39 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 127
Buried in the Mountains
“Yeah, this was a shit idea,” Sylas mumbled and closed his eyes. Soon after, darkness descended and the boiling burn won.
You have died.
Save point ‘Death’ has been initialized.
“AAAAGGHHHHH!!!”
Sylas was looming over a table--...
2022-01-31 23:19:41 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 126
Hills To Climb, Mountains To Conquer
It was a first, Sylas realized--they were cold. In fact, even hiding in a makeshift cave, as close to the fire as they could get without getting burnt... the chill still lingered. Though it made sense for him since, in the end, he simply had greater resistance to cold...
2022-01-28 22:23:41 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 125
No Truth To Beckon
Sylas slashed his blade horizontally, easily cutting through yet another Ghoul. Within just fifteen minutes that he had been back, he'd already killed over thirty Ghouls, saving nearly a dozen people in the process. Agnes followed behind, strictly when he cleared the area, though, as t...
2022-01-26 23:16:36 +0000 UTC View Post