Chapter III
The Doubtful Arclancer
Leas slowly walked down a beated path, with dust quickly rising around him.
Zaros was trudging slowly behind him with a smirk that defied logic. He was always smirking.
As far as the eye could see, the road stretched on toward a dim horizon. The sun itself was setting into the restful clouds. Leas paused and let out a prolonged yawn.
"Let's set up camp a mile away from the road" said Leas
All of a sudden, a tense air surrounded the friends. Leas could feal his heart rate increasing, although he did not know why. Zaros himself looked bleak, with a wry expression on his face instead of his usual humor.
Three pureblood heartless rose up.
"And I was actually scared for a moment" sighed Leas.
Zaros quickly swatted the purebloods off.
"Easy enough, now what shall we do about our camp-" Said Zaros before his expression thickened yet again.
Leas was floating in the air, his arms wailing about.
"AAAAAAAHHH!" yelled Leas in a tone of sharp pain
Zaros quickly understood that Leas was not floating above the road due to his majestical flight syndrome. It was something much more vile and sinister. A cold wind blew Zaros' dark hair back and he doubtfully, but willingly readied himself.
"If this is what I believe it is," exclaimed Zaros with a melancholy tone, "then I'm not sure we'll see the morning daylight"
Indeed, Zaros was right.
This was no ordinary pureblood, or even a normal heartless.
This was a Twili.