The cold blade penetrated with ease, severing tendon’s and muscle’s as it went. The faster they came towards it, trying to claim it for themselves, the faster they were falling. The shrieks of pain grew silent as the last of them fell.
My name is Kellar , the last surviving decent of the Ruthik Family. For two thousand years I had defended my throne, waiting to fall but never finding an opponent worthy of defeating me. Our world was a charade of smoke and mirrors, the humans had no knowledge of our existence, of all the so called “monsters hiding in the dark”, if only they knew of the world we called Mooridian.
My name is Kellar , the last surviving decent of the Ruthik Family. For two thousand years I had defended my throne, waiting to fall but never finding an opponent worthy of defeating me. Our world was a charade of smoke and mirrors, the humans had no knowledge of our existence, of all the so called “monsters hiding in the dark”, if only they knew of the world we called Mooridian.
