CHAPTER 11 - KAEL

Along the dark streets of the Lower Ring’s third district, Kael Denvorn strolled silently under the cold night, his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak. It became an empty street, mostly. Finding another dead body in the district had made an alarming panic and fear on the people, with rumors spreading about a demon lurking in the alleys of the capital.

“The body has already been taken, Sir Denvorn,” a knight spoke, walking beside Kael. “I don’t see why you still want to check the alley.”

Kael shook his head, chilly wind brushing against his face. “It’s not the body I want,” he said. “You said the mark’s still there.”

“Aye, Sir Denvorn.”

“This is the seventh case we’ve had received,” Kael said. “I want to see the mark myself.”

“But …” the knight hesitated, then he continued, “I thought the councilors have given you all the details and clues … why would you bother going here?”

“Not all …” Kael’s eyes dropped towards the dark cobblesto