A man trapped within a metal body. While the evil-fueled shell he was stuck inside gave him immense strength and speed, Cev’s true power lay in his unwavering determination.
Rumours of a Sword
“Back into the fray,” Yago said, pulling his cloak’s hood over his head. They opened the door. But they weren’t met with wind or water—something blocked it.
Link to originalA towering figure stood before them. Spikes like hooks protruded from its wide shoulders. The glint of metal reflected the lightning in the sky. Blood-red light poured from its featureless visage. The dim light of the inside of the tavern was enough for the two to identify an ominous symbol on the mountainous figure’s helmeted forehead.
Link to original“By demons! Khatkir!” Yago took a step back, nearly tripping over his cloak. “What are they doing so far away from Songkram borders!?”
Link to original“Ask questions later- they’ve found us!” Kesil pulled a large dagger from his boot, and moved to stab his opponent. The dagger glanced off the armoured chest of the khatkir, who emitted a metallic groan—almost like a whimper. Kesil quickly reversed his weapon, but it was as if the khatkir knew what was going to happen. The Songkram assailant moved back just enough for the blade to swing by him, then reached out at blinding speed to grab the dun’s arm, directing it in a way that resulted in the dun’s own weapon inside his own chest. The dun gasped, yellow blood bubbling from his mouth as the khatkir screeched and released a blade from its forearm, slashing the dun’s throat. Kesil collapsed.
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This ghastly entity that people reported seeing in the wake of Cev’s activities was dubbed the Scoke—a vengeful spirit of boiling red flame that used its claws to tear apart innocent travelers.
Cev’s wandering would eventually lead him to the Nameless Town, where he would encounter his fellow members of the soon-to-be second generation of Archangel’s Heroes.