Milton - Erylas II

The King of Nordmar started walking; each step took him closer to his soulmate. He did not look behind. He didn’t need to do so; he knew his men would follow him anywhere he went.

They walked in silence for a while, following Hudde’s light globe.

“I feel as if someone is watching me,” Eude said after a while.

Hudde looked around. “Do you think it’s a ghost?”

Gorn snorted. “I think your brain might have ghosted you!”

Tizgar and Droyn laughed.

Rhobart looked around the catacombs. Some sarcophaguses were so old that Rhobart didn’t recognize the language in which the King’s or the Queens’ names were written. He wondered if the language was that of the Gods.

The tunnel turned to the left, and Rhobart followed it.

“It’s the Shadow Mage,” Drax said.

“The who?” Tizgar asked.

“The guardian of this place,” Drax replied. “He usually kills those that disturb his rest.”

“Why haven’t you said this earlier?!” Milton asked, and took out a magic rune.

“Put the rune back, Milton!” Rhobart said. “