Heyo Fam! Thank you to everyone for following this story and being with me on this journey of Argon and Priscilla. I love you dearly! Thanks for being so awesome.
I know I've been away for six months but now I'm back to bring you more Kingdom Come. I do sincerely apologise. After 2021 started, I had to save my business from liquidation and then had a few deaths in the family. As if that wasn't bad enough, I was suffering from intense writer's block that just had me depressed, so I put this fic in the background so that I could fix my life.
And so! Six months later, a better perspective and me turning 21, and I'm back with a fresh face! Again, I'm sorry for not posting for so long. So, I hope you enjoy the continued content I'm going to churn out.
Lastly, shoutout to TheCarlosInferno. You're a new reader of this bandwagon, but thanks for motivating me to jump back on the horse.
On with ze story!
Auburn walls illuminated by varying shades of yellow and orange raced passed the quartet of warriors as they continued their ascension toward the topmost floor of Izalith's capital city, four pairs of eyes peeled and focused with swords, an axe and Pyromancy gloves shimmering in the darkness.
The night had passed fairly quickly, all thanks to the jolly atmosphere conjured up by the youngest looking – yet most likely the eldest living – addition to Laurentius' troupe of oddballs.
The Swamp-dweller had imagined that forcing the boy to venture back under shelters long eroded and laid to waste by demonic effigies of a failed trial of worldly revitalisation, would have made Queren shuffle uncomfortably in his boots as he recalled the terrors that once plagued this ghost town long ago. However, the Son of Chaos seemed to be anything but determined, his disposition never straying to turmoil for a second.
Perhaps it was because he had always wanted to wrest the blight upon his homeland and cast it into the void, but never could after he had lost control over his magic and become a glomping monolith of oozing earth blood. Or maybe it was the fact that he now had comrades that supported his cause, which granted him the bravery to usurp his mother's twisted dominion of his once peaceful homeland. Either way the Pyromancer was just glad the pale fellow could accompany them. Besides the fact that he was pleasant company that didn't make him question his sanity – a vast opposite to the armoured goofballs flanking him – the quiet Izalith survivor also possessed incredible knowledge of the paths and diverting routes criss-crossing the ancient temples of the fallen kingdom they were running through.
It helped them exponentially to possess a guide. Before they had met Queren, the three undead had simply been doing it the old-fashioned way, pounding the pavement and methodically clearing each and every floor of demons as they steadily made their way to the very depths of the underground empire. Now that they had the tame version of Ceaseless Discharge at their side, though, he had to admit that knocking down previously unknown hidden passageways and diving through suspicious holes in the wall in order to bypass six entire floors was an enjoyable way to travel.
And although the idea of slowly reaching Izalith's heart was a better way of properly cleansing the world of monstrous beings of wiry muscle and glistening bone, Laurentius felt a tad too impatient to finish this quest the hard way.
He did have an eventual wife waiting for him after all. And friends on the surface he wouldn't trade for all the souls in existence.
"Steady yourselves," Siegmeyer harked as they rounded a corner to see a trio of Taurus Demons in the distance, "We're expecting company."
The bearded undead sniffed in a breath before tightening the grip on his axe. As they had begun to grow closer to the Bed of Chaos, Laurentius had noticed how ineffective his magic had been against the larger beasts and nightmarish worms that constantly appeared near the final few floors.
He had actually expected his Pyromancy to be of little use long ago, before he had met Solaire or even reach the halfway point in his travels. That being said, he knew his dumb luck wouldn't last until they eventually vanquished the mutated Witch of Izalith – fate was never that favourable in a world like this anyway.
The monsters in front of them noticed their approach when they were a few hundred meters from the point of contact before they adopted equal stares of rage and charged at full speed. The Swamp-dweller and his armoured companions took that moment to run a quick strategy through their minds.
There were three heavy-duty Demons before them, each possessing enough force to crush them under heel if they were careless in battle. That noted, the Demons were also up against strong opponents – two of which that possessed the raw strength to rip a dragon's tail off with their bare hands. In that basis of mutual understanding, Laurentius chose to delegate the vanguard foes to his heavy hitters.
"Siegmeyer, Solaire. Handle the two in the front." He breathed, slowing down his sprint to allow the tanks to advance.
"Affirmative," barked Siegmeyer, two-handing his blade and hunching his body to prepare for impact.
The Pyromancer watched Solaire dart passed him as well, smiling shield up as his other hand charged with deadly power, the sound of crackling yellow lightning echoing in the large corridor they ran through.
"FOR ASTORA!" the knight bellowed and flung the bolt of magic forward, striking the vanguard Bull Demon between the eyes, making it drop its weapon and clutch its burning forehead with a roar of agony.
The Astorian coughed out a laugh in triumph as he continued his sprint, body parallel to the Catarinian. Laurentius turned his attention to the last member of their party running behind him before an idea snagged his attention.
"Queren, cast a globule of magma a few paces in front of our foes!"
The Son of Chaos looked at him in mild confusion.
"B-But Pyromancy will p-prove inefficient against them!"
"Trust me and fire away," the Pyromancer reassured him as both groups began to close the distance.
"If you insist, then." Queren clenched his right hand and it sizzled loudly before burning a hot orange. His fist quaked as he struggled to control the magic flowing through his hand and he threw it upward mid step.
"Incoming!" Laurentius screamed to Solaire and Siegmeyer and they looked up, seeing the orb of molten rock careening through the hot air before they skidded to a halt and watched it splash against the floor, covering a the majority of the passageway before them.
"Brace for impact!" the Onion Knight shouted and flipped his blade, guarding his front as both Taurus Demon's leapt in unison, gnarled trees for weapons rushing downward from above their heads as Solaire and Siegmeyer met the force head-on.
A great crash and clang of metal rang out like the knocking of a blacksmith's hammer against ancient stonework and Laurentius pulled Queren back with him as the shockwave threatened to throw them onto their backs.
The Demon's growled, their red eyes glowing ominously in their skulls as they struggled against the dual pressure of Astora and Catarina – pushing them back as if they were naught but falling masonry that needed to be rearranged.
Laurentius recovered from the shockwave before allowing himself to smile, pulling Queren to his feet and rushing forward. It seemed his gamble had paid off.
Whilst Pyromancy and any flame-based spells were useless against the Demon's that resided close to the Bed of Chaos, the same was not so for the terrain around them. One of the main reasons why the Pyromancer had even chosen to use Queren's magic as the forerunner was due to the fact that the ground they walked on was just hardened earth and not solid rock.
And for that reason, he knew that when boiling hot fire was poured onto such a dry surface, the apparent result – besides abnormal heat – was the pseudo-sinkhole the magma would create. Due to the Demons' resistance to fire, they would barely feel the heat or be harmed due to their thicker skin. However, their weight did not change, which meant they could still sink all the same.
Solaire seemed to notice this sooner than his companion as he slid his sword along his foes weapon before quickly yanking backward – causing the humanoid Bull to lurch forward and plant its hammer into the ground with a mighty crash.
The Sun Knight stole those few moments of rest to plant a boot on the flat end of the hammer and push off with a burst of speed, racing up the demon's buff arm, sword poised to strike. The demon's eyes seemed to widen for a moment, as if too astounded to react to such a surprising turn of event before the glow in its red orbs turned glassy as Solaire buried his blade into its throat until the hilt.
There was a moment of silence as the great beast gurgled, and Solaire simply replied with a violent jerk of his sword, spilling black blood onto the slow-drying lava and hopping off as his enemy fell in slow motion.
Siegmeyer noticed the exchange of brilliant strategy and decided to perform just as wonderfully. He tensed his arms as he duelled with the other Taurus Demon for dominance. Felt the pressure and strength being forced down upon him like a bulwark falling onto him from above. It was an impressive amount of power, just the force he'd imagine this twisted form of nature would possess.
It was just a shame that he was marginally stronger.
"Rrrrgh…" the Onion Knight grunted through grit teeth. The demon above him hesitated slightly as it felt a sudden shift in the tide of battle. It gazed down at the human it was attempting to crush before gazing at how its strength was being slowly overpowered. Something was wrong here. This human demonstrated more supremacy than he had originally led the beast to believe. It was then that the monster began to receive warnings in its head – its primal instinct screaming to retreat. And who was the beast to refuse, really? For what honest fool of the jungle ever dared face a force greater than itself?
It attempted to take a step back only to meet a sort of vacuum against its feet and curling around its thick ankles. A glance down and the demon was suddenly aware of the lava pooling around its legs, and its fallen brethren just to its right. In the span of a few seconds, its attention had been divided.
A fatal mistake to make in battle.
"Your fight is with me, proud atrocity." Siegmeyer growled as the beast turned back to glare at him. Unfortunately, by that time it was already too late.
"Face my steel and mourn!"
In an exposé of raw strength, Siegmeyer shoved the demon's gargantuan hammer backward, flinging the wielder back as it continued to sink into the burning magma below.
The Taurus Demon stumbled, not able to keep its balance due to its footing being compromised before it toppled onto its back. The knight of Catarina wasted no time as he used the things thick thighs as steps and its torso as a plank, as he neared its snarling head.
He looked down at the monster as it tried in vain to sink its fangs into him, snapping like an enraged hound. Siegmeyer merely stared down at it in remorse.
"Poor fellow. Rest awhile, will you," he said and stabbed his Zweihander through the demon's eye, twisting the hilt to pierce the brain before planting a foot on the side guard and stepping down heavily. What ensured thereafter was a gross echo of punctured flesh as the demon wailed out, arms flailing wildly before the knight gave his blade a rough tug and all noise spontaneously ceased.
Solaire watched his friend withdraw his blade from the body of the fallen Bull Demon before he wiped it on the things hide casually. When he was done, Siegmeyer cast a look to his staring comrade.
"Something wrong, old chap?"
"Oh, not in the slightest," Solaire waved a hand dismissively, "just impressed is all. That was a fine display of might."
"And you proved to be an excellent swordsman." The Onion Knight praised before accepting the hand the Astorian offered, using the fallen demon's arm as a walkway to get back on dry land. "Going for the neck. I wouldn't have thought of that at all."
"That demon's arm was surprisingly sturdy. I couldn't help but want to attempt such a feat." Solaire confessed before sheathing his sword and holstering his shield, the Catarinian following suite. "it was either that or rip its lower jaw off."
"I say, that would have been quite a spectacle to see." the knight replied and slapped his friend on the shoulder. "Why didn't you go with that idea in the first place?"
Solaire shrugged. "The blood released would have spilled all over my tunic."
"I sympathise with you there, I suppose."
"You've tried something similar?" the Astorian quirked an eyebrow beneath his helm.
"Does the practice of snapping a hollow's spine with your knee interest you any?"
"Well, I must admit that I have done so once or a dozen times."
"In that case, let me elaborate. You see, once I was up against this bloat-headed hollow that spat fire and…"
"U-Uhm, Laurentius?" Queren asked meekly, looking at the ginger Pyromancer who had his palms firmly clasped against the boy's ears.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you-"
"The less you end up hearing… the better. Trust me on this one, lad." The Swamp-dweller sighed out as Queren merely accepted quietly.
The Pyromancer had a right to worry about the mental health of a Son of Chaos that still looked like a sixteen-year-old. Or perhaps it was because all the Children of Chaos were half-god that they seemed to age slower? Would that mean Quelana would still look like she was twenty a few centuries from now? He didn't mind the concept but imagined that she would look even more radiant in her elderly years.
Anyways, that didn't matter. What did was Queren mingling with the right role models. Laurentius saw himself as an alright person to be around, someone that could influence the youth around him to be more chill about most things – and see humour when confidence and morale was at an all-time low.
Quelana, undoubtedly, would be ideal – like a loving mother all would gather to. The same went for Quelaan and Priscilla. They all were just extremely… nice. A woman's touch was quite something, he had to admit.
But as for the two chuckling knights in front of him…
The Pyromancer cringed as he thought about making them house-sit innocent Queren. Yeah, he would have to roll out the do's and don'ts with them when they were safe in the sanctuary. Otherwise he would come back from a honeymoon with his beloved only to see the pale fellow next to him talking about how to descale and skin a drake whilst drinking the blood of his fallen enemies…
With the skull of a hollow as his goblet.
Laurentius shivered at the image in his mind before the pained roar of a beast brought him back to reality. He swivelled his head to the see the Taurus Demon Solaire had struck with his lightning miracle still standing.
Well, 'standing' would have been a stretch. Quite frankly, the foe was barely limping, its right eye nothing but a fountain of gushing blood and its white skull naught but cracked bits of bone coated in black; and there was also the issue of its left horn barely hanging onto its head.
All in all, the demon was probably a few short leaps away from dying due to blood loss. Who knew the Sun Knight's magic would have been that effective? The Pyromancer scoffed as he left Queren's side and jostled the battle axe in his hand.
Of course Solaire's magic was that effective. The man was a beast in human flesh. It was only natural that his magic was just as monstrous – even if that explanation did seem to defy common logic.
Nevertheless, it was more surprising that the demon still had some fight in it. But since the Swamp-dweller had only been delegating tactics and strategy the entire time, he decided he might as well be allowed to finish off any stragglers.
"Oh my, seems we missed one." Siegmeyer mused as he saw the wounded Taurus Demon awkwardly rushing towards them.
"Ah, I knew this one would be tougher than the others." Solaire jumped for joy as he withdrew his talisman from his hip. "I could see it in his eyes."
"I'd prefer it if you left this one to me, yeah?" Laurentius interrupted him as he raced passed the two knights. Solaire watched him shift his jog into a dead sprint before nodding his helm and lowering his talisman.
"If you insist." The Sun Knight murmured and Laurentius took off, the Taurus Demon becoming slightly worried as the distance was growing substantially shorter by the second.
The Pyromancer noticed it's cracked horn finally snap off and clatter to the floor as it attempted to right itself for the oncoming assault, and a wild idea crossed his mind before he decided to go outside of his comfort zone for a change.
The demon took a heavy step forward and clasped its arms together, prepared to slam him into the ground like he was a scuttling bug. It was obvious that it couldn't wield that ridiculously overweight hammer the rest of its kin lugged around, yet even so, Laurentius could see that the force from those meaty arms wouldn't be half as devastating. The beast was half blind and suffering blunt force trauma to the head, after all.
Piling on the speed, the Swamp-dweller and the Taurus Demon met each other halfway before the beast swung its arms downward. Laurentius took that moment to dive forward just in time to slip passed its legs and roll back to his feet.
The ginger undead grabbed his axe tightly before rising up and chopping into the back of his foe's heel, severing the tendons and sinew holding the foot – causing the beast to topple to one knee. As the demon screeched in utter anguish, Laurentius dashed toward the broken horn lying on the ground, grabbed it and turned – taking a running start before jumping.
Solaire, Siegmeyer and Queren watched transfixed as the undead soared through the air before slamming the horn into the back of the monster's head, giving it an extra shove to be certain that he had hit his mark.
Dark blood sprayed onto his face as he held the horn in place, the demon struggling for dear life, massive hands flailing behind it to grab the Pyromancer before it suddenly jolted to a halt as Laurentius struck his fist against the broken horn like a hammer to a nail.
Any further motion from the demon ceased as the red from its eyes faded. Laurentius breathed in raggedly before sliding down the beast's back and giving it a good shove, wiping his hands on his clothes as his foe hit the ground with a deafening thud. He coughed and waved a hand before his face to clear away the disturbed dust particles before speaking.
"Well that took more effort than I expected." The bearded man breathed before looking back at his comrades who stared back in silence. Laurentius frowned at the response.
"What?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Siegmeyer said finally, walking back to the youngest member of their party before placing a comforting arm around his shoulders. "It just occurred to me that you should probably tune down the aggressiveness from now on. There is a child present, you know?"
The Pyromancer sputtered out in disbelief as he turned his head to see a nodding Solaire.
"He's right, you know. You're leaving a bad impression of yourself in front of your future brother-in-law."
The undead gaped like a fish as the two most inconsiderate undead in Lordran lectured him on being more approachable. Had they seen how their own battles and conversations were mentally scarring to witness? And they had the nerve to berate him about leaving a good impression!
"Ah, hush. I wasn't that bad. I just got a bit of blood on me." He tried to argue, only for the Sun Knight to whip out a small hand mirror as if from thin air before handing it to him.
"Well, a bit might be a crass understatement."
Laurentius looked at himself through the mirror. And then paled.
They were right. He looked mortifying. The entirety of his face was covering in blood, blotting out his skin tone and beard as well as dripping down the sides of his face in small rivers that made it seem as if he were crying. What was worse was the hardened look in his eyes. He knew he wore a stern expression when he was in battle, but now he just looked like one of those insane Deprived. He opened his mouth. What stared back wasn't the pearly smile he had been expecting either, but an atrocious visage of chompers stained by dripping charcoal. He began wiping the blood off his cheeks immediately.
"And besides…" he looked up to see Solaire still speaking and stifled a gasp. He meant there was still more to be explained about his atrocious appearance?!
The Astorian sighed out before pointing a thumb behind him.
"I think you broke the child, Laurentius."
The Pyromancer turned back to see a shivering Queren, his eyes wide as Siegmeyer carefully led him to a large stone to sit down on.
"There, there, dear boy. It's all over now, just take a deep breath." The Onion knight cooed to a miffed Son of Chaos as he began to stutter uncontrollably.
"L-L-L-L-Laur-rentius is… s-s-s-s-scary…"
The Pyromancer couldn't stop his jaw from smacking the floor. Perhaps it was he that needed to apply the kid-brakes instead.
The four of them were so stuck in their shock at the most docile of the group that they nearly missed the ominous growling emanating from the deep caverns behind them.
Four heads turned toward the noise, all previous emotions of shock, fear, dread and despair shifted into a singular mask of focus as the growling grew in octaves, sounding as if it were drawing closer to them. As if to punctuate this intrusion, the well-timed resonance of massive, heavy foot stomps shook the walls and ceiling, sending showers of dust to cluster on their shoulders and heads like falling snow.
"What… was that?" Solaire asked when the ringing in his ears had stopped.
"It sounds like another foul demon for us to play with," the Catarinian voiced before tapping the edge of his onion helmet for a moment. "and by the sounds it's making, I wouldn't be surprised if this one was much, much bigger than the others we've felled."
"How big d-do you mean?" Queren asked and Siegmeyer separated his index from his thumb to emphasise his point.
"Enormously so."
"Could it be the one I left near the entrance into Izalith?" Laurentius mused as the stomping grew louder.
"I'm sorry, but I don't follow." Said the Onion knight. "What do you mean by 'left'?"
"It was a really big one, twice the size of the demons that guarded the Undead Asylum." The Pyromancer answered as they drew their weapons once again. "What's more, this one in particular seemed to possess a different kind of weapon in its hand. One made from pale roots and glowing with scarlet magic. I found it best not to fight it whilst we were so near to Izalith, that I skirted around it before meeting Solaire."
"The Demon Firesage," Queren breathed and Laurentius snapped his fingers before pointing to the pale boy.
" That's what the name was. I forgot it after Quelana warned me not to forget."
"So, you mean to say that you left a titan-sized Demon at the foot of Lost Izalith, and forgot to mention it?" Solaire probed.
"Yeah."
Said Demon appeared not a moment later in the distance. Its eyes were fiery, its hands were immensely large, gait stupendously stunted by ridiculous obesity, and its mouth was foaming with ivory fangs too large to fit inside a jaw that crusty and gnarled with scales. Worst of all, the beast was steadily advancing toward their position – each jittery step punctuated with the floors and walls rumbling like terrified jelly.
"I suppose that's the foe right there, then?" Siegmeyer announced and avoiding being wacked in the head by a falling chunk of carved stone.
"Yeah! That's it alright." Laurentius hailed in excitement before the startling realisation of his stupidity finally weighed in.
His face dropped.
"Yeah… that's the thing I forgot to mention."
There was no time for any of his comrades to even sigh or shake their heads, as the ceiling above them threatened to cave in and squash them to paste if they refused to retreat that very moment.
"Well, let's get out of here," the Onion Knight nodded, grabbing Queren and making a run for it. The Sun Knight and Pyromancer followed shortly after, navigating around slabs of crumbling masonry and ducking under snapped tree roots as the thundering roar of the Firesage behind them caused the air to vibrate.
"No use plotting our next move when we're seconds away from the afterlife!"
"I agree wholeheartedly with you, Siegmeyer!" Solaire shouted over the noise.
"Queren! Give us the quickest route to Central Izalith!" Laurentius barked and the Son of Chaos darted left, between a column of fallen pillars leading out of the collapsing cavern-way.
They ran in single-file, armour jostling about abruptly and plinking as the occasional pebble found itself rebounding off the Catarinian's onion helm, yet they didn't waver. They didn't have a choice when it came to the room being flooded by old stone and igneous rock.
Another echoing roar met their tender ears, but from the west this time. Laurentius estimated that the Firesage was attempting to track them down amidst the raining drops of uncut granite and volcanic nuggets rapidly overflowing from the ceiling. How such a beast could even manage to survive being clobbered over the skull but mighty stones and slabs was another story entirely, however; he wasn't intent on waiting to find out. Their priority was reaching the Bed of Chaos before more demons were spawned.
As it were, they weren't faring as well as he had originally hoped. The deeper they descended into Lost Izalith, the stronger the monsters down here seemed to be. Aside from their resistance to flame-based attacks, it was taking more swings and cuts to fell a single demon. And whilst Solaire could take an entire horde of armoured monstrosities himself and not break a sweat, the same wasn't so for Siegmeyer.
Though the Onion Knight hid it well, the heat and extended periods of travel were beginning to slow him down significantly. Could he manage to fell a dozen more Greater Taurus Demons and walk through bubbling pools of lava – yes. But would he still possess enough energy to fight an intelligent foe like the Demon Firesage under the sweltering conditions of Izalith's core and brave the suicidal quest that was the Bed of Chaos? Absolutely not.
Siegmeyer may have been undead, but his mind was steadily teetering toward hollowness. His only goal in coming here had been to fight and conquer devastating enemies whilst reliving his younger days of adventure. Whilst such an endeavour required a mighty will of steel to complete, it didn't mean that the Catarinian was exempt from turning hollow. He was still essentially a man like Solaire and himself, which meant his pride could still be shattered if he were felled by a particular foe enough times. And besides an overpowered adversary, harsh conditions never did help the human mind grow stronger… unless they were talking about Argon. The man was a literal tank in whatever setting you placed him in.
Queren led them into a bisecting passageway, it looked like the final junction to escape the encapsulating destruction behind them. Laurentius dared to look behind them and found the Firesage following closely behind, scrawny wings actually aiding its movement as it swung at the falling debris blocking the way toward their location.
The Pyromancer huffed out in annoyance. This wasn't going smoothly in the slightest. They need to slow that thing down somehow, else they run the risk of it catching up. That would start a drawn-out fight in the middle of this enormous collapse, which would lead to all of them dying where they stood.
That couldn't happen. There was no bonfire near this channel, and besides that, Queren wasn't undead. He didn't have the luxury of respawning with the rest of them.
The ginger undead snarled and picked up his pace at the rear. There was no way he was allowing them to fail. Not when they were this close! Which settled the debate in his mind – he was going to do something utterly stupid.
"L-Laurentius!" Queren's shrill voice rang out, causing the rest of the group to jerk to a halt and watch as their resident Pyromancer made a stand whilst the room they were attempting to leave was quite accurately crumbling around them.
"Egad, man! Have you gone insane?" Siegmeyer hissed, grabbing his friend's arm in an attempt to yank him away from committing suicide.
"That mōnstrum will catch up sooner or later. I'm just thinking on my feet is all." He replied angrily. They didn't have time for petty arguing right now. Even if it did mean his death, at least it would ensure that his comrades managed to reach the Bed of Chaos without an overweight Firesage hot on their heels – no pun intended.
"And you think being a sacrificial pawn is the best plan?!" the Onion Knight shouted, shoving him out of the way from an incoming rock that would have crunched his noggin flat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I couldn't think of anything better when the roof is bloody caving in!"
"Have you ever thought that perhaps you thinking is the issue at hand?"
"Oh? So, now you're calling me dumb, are you?"
"Uh, p-perhaps we shouldn't a-argue at this point in ti-" Queren began only to be cut off.
"Well, if the boot fits." Siegmeyer droned on boredly and the ginger undead snarled. The Son of Chaos sighed in exasperation. The exit was just a few short paces away. Did they really need to be arguing underneath a cave in?
"I'm trying you buy us time, and here you are wasting it." the Pyromancer rounded on his Catarinian friend who simply shrugged the debris from his shoulder.
"Well, when you're using the cheapest currency in Lordran to purchase said time, I find it hard to accept."
"And what is this currency you seem to find so cheap to agree to?" Laurentius frowned. Siegmeyer simply turned his head to the side.
"Your life."
"Why you plump little-"
"Oh, for the love of the sun. Move aside, please." Solaire pushed passed the bickering pair as his right hand lit up like a sparkling star in the night sky.
His compatriots watched as he cocked his arm back, the spear of lightning growing larger in size – greater than it had ever been previously – before the Sun Knight took a half step forward, waited for the Demon Firesage to bust through the falling slabs of the ceiling, and flung the bolt forward; piercing the great demon straight through the left eye, making it roar in agony and clutch its face as the room quickly buried it in rubble.
"There," the Astorian said with a sigh, pocketing his talisman and looking at the Pyromancer and Onion Knight expectantly. "Could we please depart from this dreary tunnel now? I've got the makings of a headache and my feet are being stabbed by the pebbles in my boots."
There was a shared sentence of silence that passed over the four of them until Solaire finally huffed and strode past his comrades to loop his arm around Queren's and walk toward the exit glowing at them like a heavenly beacon.
"Come with me, dear boy. You might share my sentiments after walking for well near half the day, yes?"
"W-Well I…" Queren tried to speak.
"You do? Splendid! Let us be off then." Solaire answered for him and they continued on – leaving Siegmeyer and Laurentius to stare at each other and wonder what in Gwyn's name they had been fighting about in the first place.
Word Bank:
1. Mōnstrum – (n.) a horrible sight, pernicious thing, object of dread; [figuratively] a repulsive character, an abomination.
Again, I'm so sorry for being away. Suppose my mind just needed a break? Been a rough half-year. But things can only get better, yeah?
Stay tuned! More chapters incoming and I will not be posting them months apart. Have a great day, thanks for continuing to stick with me!