CHAPTER 7
"Well I guess this guy isn't as weak as I thought" I grumble. "This Duncan guy, he can't be for real? I mean come on what is he going to do to thwart my plans? He is simply another bug on my windshield to success. So now I have to figure out how I am going to do this? My plan involves quick and cunning reflexes. Once he is defeated I'll have a very small moment to do it." I hear something coming towards me; I hide and see it's just a bunch of wizards hanging out in the benches near a tent at Cyclops lane. I look around to all the monsters that roam and almost seem to conquer the area. This puts a warm smile to my heart seeing people unable to defend themselves, barely able to stop the overrun of the creatures. I am able to see all of this in an image produced by my staff. 'Fools' I think, very excited for the day my plan will have its moment of truth. That and only that moment will I be able to win over the stupid losers of this Spiral.
I am the Master of Death! I'm sick of these goody two-shoes people. When will I be able to execute the plan, strategy if you will? Just then a ghoul breaks from the soil and landing on his feet he looks a t me and moans, then say; "Master, we are nearly complete with the spell so once you execute your plan, your castle will be ready for a conjure." I look at the withered body and reply; "Good now depart for I am very ill-patient at the moment." With that he jumps and summersaults about 15 feet in the air and buries himself in the soil on impact. Before I go to slumber I try to think of happy thoughts before going to bed; Duncan knelling before me as I hold my long, 3 foot long, black teethed blade…through his chest.
Sweet dreams.
