858 Ater Vs Fae [Pt 2]
'Who is this man?'
Fae wondered within herself as she glared at him with sheer animosity.
If it wasn't for her duty as a warrior and her perfectly honed self-control she would have torn him limb from limb. That was the consequence of insulting her creator—the progenitor of all Fairies.
The Fairy King!
Anyone who did such a thing deserved nothing short of death.
'Still... I need to act just like the old fart is always telling me. Calmly observe the enemy and extract as much information before finishing the task.'
Fae had always been impulsive in her actions, which was why the Fairy King took extra care in drilling the essence of patience into her.
Thanks to those centuries of constant nagging and training, she finally bent.
'I'll learn all I can from you, just as I know you plan to learn all you can from me, and then afterwards... I'll end your life!'
If she managed to 'accidentally' kill him before then, so be it.
'I hold the advantage anyway.'
This was her turf, and she was clearly more powerful than he was. Sure, they weren't in the Fairy Kingdom—so she didn't have the Immortality Protection of the Fairy King—but that didn't mean she couldn't return at any time.
She also had his [Royal Authority], which was how she could deal with any Skill or Magic that she encountered.
'All of these are compounded by the fact that he'll eventually grow impatient and make a slip-up due to his separation from his ally.'
Unlike her, he didn't have all the time in the world.
That would be his downfall!
'The old fart told me to look out for Rey Skylar, but this guy doesn't fit the description he gave me. He also has a negative vibe about him...' She narrowed her eyes as she stared at Ater. 'My instincts tell me I have to get rid of this guy as quickly as possible'
As she thought this, she took a proper stance and prepared to charge in.
'For the sake of H'Trae... and the Fairy King's honor... this man must surely perish!'
~VWUUUUUM~
No, not just stop.
She retreated about a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye, a glare of caution fixed on the apparitions that surrounded the grinning man.
"I was able to stall a little thanks to our little chat. You must have considered me to be in a hurry due to my ally's situation, but you are mistaken."
As soon as he said this, the silhouettes around took solid form, turning into three varying entities.
"I too have all the time in the world."
This was, of course, a bluff from Ater, but Fae couldn't know that.
Instead, she suspected it to be a bluff. However, Ater was so good at faking confidence that she was beginning to buy into his bravado.
The Undead he summoned also did well to add weight to his words.
"Now that we're done conversing a little..." As he spoke, all the darkness that spread around him returned to his possession, and then was distributed evenly among the three entities that surrounded him.
"... Let's have a little more fun!"
His eyes gleamed purple, and the three creatures jerked to false life.
One had pitch black armor like a warrior—with a sinister purple glow warbling within the dense shell he was covered with.
One was garbed in a shadowy cloak—almost akin to death itself. It had a twisted staff, with a gem atop it that glowed with malevolent energy.
Finally, the last one was a Ranged Archer—with weapons such as guns, a bow and arrows, alongside other such artilleries locked in strategic parts of their bodies.
All three of them were prepared to attack.
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Thanks for reading!
Ater continues to remain a mystery. I think he's actually my favorite character in this book.