When drinking the water, I did not notice any difference, did not even perceive the typical wet sensation of water.Although he noticed how the water entered his throat and down his throat, as such he did not feel that the water had cooled him.Disappointed, he set the cup on the table. "Thanks for boiling water for me, I really appreciate it.""You are too considerate, you don't have to be grateful."Zark nodded his head slightly in acceptance, his words causing the couple to feel nervous. They couldn't imagine that the person who defeated legendary necromancers, faced towering Wight Kings, and dominated entire armies of the undead would be grateful for a simple glass of water.But this way of acting was not strange to Zark. Showing a friendly attitude was definitely a good thing.“... If that's the case why don't we get to the point? the discussion about our reward. ""Yes. However, before we start the negotiations ... Thank you very much! "Gregar bowed in thanks, his head nearly h
On the table, reflecting the sunlight, a pile of shiny and beautiful golden coins lay.There were about a hundred gold coins; Gregar had never seen with his own eyes so much wealth accumulated in one place.So close, but at the same time so far.Before today, it had been years since he last touched a gold coin; now, before him, was a small pile of these.The reflections of the solar rays coming from the coins was a synonym for requisition, a requisition impossible for him to obtain.Gregar's hand trembled as he slowly approached the gold coins.He knew that the mysterious person named Zark was staring at him, but that didn't matter to him.After picking up a coin, he stroked it gently, as if he was trying to verify that it was real.Obviously the coin was real, each and every one was equally thick and the engraving on both sides was perfect and identical, impossible to differentiate one from the other.Looking up from the coin, he saw Zark's eyes directly, though he didn't say anythin
The victory celebration would take place in the center of town.The preparations were not at all elegant, they consisted mainly of a large table, along with some food and torches to light the place.As he watched from a distance how everything unfolded, only one thing was on Zark's mind.Seeing how all the peasants, after the revolt due to despair, tried to do something to celebrate that they were still alive.Although they did not possess much, they tried to hold a celebration as a way of thanking Zark.Even if it wasn't enough, his humility touched Zark.".... We are finished here, once the celebration begins, we will say our farewell, after that we will return to the castle.""It is understood." Keil who was next to Zark answered."Where is Ingrid?"“Said she needed to talk to a…. Human"Keil's voice was strained. Since there was no danger present, there was no reason for her to be so alert.Considering this, there was only one reason for that. Zark, using a low tone of voice, aske
From the shadow of a building, Marcel had seen it all.From how the townspeople had gained the courage to fight, to how, minutes later, his courage had been shattered by a colossal force.Power was everything, Marcel had learned that recently.Unlike the villagers, Marcel remained calm at all times, even his own cousins had fallen into despair.Marcel's calm was due to two things.First of all, dying or living did not matter to him, his parents had died, what else could they take from him?The other reason was that Marcel already knew that the town would be saved.Before dawn, Ingrid, the beautiful girl who had saved him, had infiltrated the place where he had slept.Marcel knew that she was not human, but for him, that was irrelevant, human or not, she was a good person.At first he was unable to believe him, but as he related in more detail what would happen, the more Marcel became convinced that their words were true.Once the attack was over and the undead army was no longer in
The bedroom door creaked open and Father Wilkud entered the room where the dying men were to die. The air in the room was stale and heavy with the stench of death. The flame of the single candle sizzled in the sudden draft of air, casting monstrous ghostly shadows that fluttered across the walls. At first Father Wilkud barely made out that someone was huddled under the covers of the small bed. It looked as if one of the brothers had removed his habit and carelessly tossed it on the bed. It wasn't until the seemingly empty garment moved and the wrinkled cloth fell from a head that was little more than skin stretched over a skull, that the priest was certain that someone was there. The figure was frail and looked old, very, very old… His head was completely bald and dotted with freckles, and the only visible hair was thick gray eyebrows. His bony hands had been deformed by some cruel degenerative disease to look like claws. The old man's skin was paper thin, taut on the bones he cove
The first time I saw a corpse, I was five years old.Well, I guess that's not entirely true. He had seen Old Jack, Black Jack, the town drunk, before that. But it was the first time I had seen the corpse of someone close to me. Now it seems strange to think that he has never been close to someone, but in other times, I must admit, that someone was my mother. She had died of a fever.Did her death affect me deeply? Looking back now, I think it must have been.My sister Karen was only three at the time, and she could barely remember our mother. Our dear mother. But to me, her smiling face is as warm and bright as she was when she was alive; even now, after so many, so many years.It was she who raised us, who took care of us. She was the one who fed us when we were hungry, she comforted us when we were sick or unsafe, she encouraged us when we were sad. She was the one who loved us.And for us she was much more than just a mother. Certainly, she was
The old year had already ended, and now, with the joyful celebrations of the new year, the first signs that announced the arrival of spring were already visible in the territory, present in the trees, in the undergrowth, even in the scent of the air. .New life would soon come to the Empire, after the dead months of winter.A subtle mist rose from the meadows that stretched adjacent to the tree line that lined the road, where the warm golden rays of the first sunlight evaporated the night dew from the ground.The first light green shoots were almost visible, and the fingers of the still-lifeless tree branches curved up into the gray sky and formed a passageway above the road.In just a matter of days, Viktor would begin a formation that would allow him to become one of the greatest wizards the Empire had ever known.And then, among the trees, across the mist-shrouded pastures, he saw her, the great city of Genbofen.Viktor gave an audible ga
Viktor sat in his window seat, gaping at the wonders of Genbofen. The vehicle followed the main road into the city and rattled on the cobblestones that paved the streets.In the eighteen years of his life, Viktor had visited cities before, of course. Once or twice a year he had accompanied his father to the main market in Vengenholt to collect alms from the Church of Mortis and to purchase supplies for the Chipped Chapel. But Genbofen was something very different, five times the size of Vengenholt and with a population six times the size. For the young magic student it was a wonderful thing to behold.The houses rose to heights of three, four, and even five stories above the street, and many of the upper floors jutted out beyond the main wall of the buildings. That was not important in the case of the main avenues of the city, but in the secondary streets the floors stood out so much that they transformed the roads into dark tunnels in which the sun, if it shone, penet