Chapter 60 Reckoning Is Here

Chapter 60 Reckoning Is Here

Northern scanned his surrounding, he wasn't sure what was what anymore. He gazed down on his blood-stained hands.

'What am I even doing...?'

His mind was foggy and unasked questions digger deeper into oblivion.

He gazed down from the heaps of corpses as monsters chained what was left of their foes, condemning them to slaves... miners.

He was like that too once...

Was he though?

He had always been a general... a war general, one that fought only for the kingdom of Red Mines, heralding ruthless victories. Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

Hailed as a hero... to monsters.

And yet nothing felt wrong about it.

His eyes dimmed, its living sparks disappearing. The blue hue of his pupils, dull and fading. All that was left of him was emptiness.

He picked up the onyx blade and jumped down from the heap of corpse, walking behind the column of monsters that hurled away their captives with chains.

Mr Fluffy behind him, almost reaching his waist, the little mutt was now a vicious grey wolf with eyes that seem to embody the very entity of darkness.

Its canines were slowly curving out of its maw, the rest of its sharp teeth, set in a perfect array of piquancy.

Taking slow and somber steps behind its master. Eyes lost and tired.

They crossed several landscapes, ignoring their crudeness, and soon they arrived at their home...the kingdom of Red Mine.

While the monsters jubilated with yet another massive crab looking monster, Northern walked up the tower and fell on his bed.

Slowly falling into the embrace of sweet sleep... or death.

It was hard to tell this from that this days.

Sometimes it was like he didn't care.

He was losing himself and he didn't seem to care... or perhaps he had even lost himself.

No matter how much the voice called, the embrace of the darkness was too overwhelming to break free from.

Unable to recognize his own name... or his mother's voice, Northern slept peacefully in the comfort offered to him by a serene and ruthless madness.

Northern's eyes snapped open as searing pain lanced through his leg. He jolted upright, eyes widening at the sight of a polearm impaling his thigh.

His gaze traveled up the shaft to the vicious creature gripping it - a familiar terror, yet... unfamiliar at the same time.

Four malevolent eyes burned with cold madness, set in a fur-

matted visage. Tightly coiled muscles rippled beneath, framing the intense, powerful form of a horror Northern knew all too well, albeit long forgotten.

His brows furrowed, shadows veiling his expression - this was probably the most emotion he had shown in ages.

With a callous glare, the vicious Terror wrenched the polearm free, crimson spraying across Northern's bed.

As it drove the spear down again, Northern rolled away, hitting the ground with a pained grunt.

He pushed upright, favoring his left leg as agony lanced through the right.

Northern's pale, sweat-beaded face hardened as he stared at the terror in tense silence.

The cloying scent of his own blood mingled with the chill breeze fluttering the curtains, pervading the chamber with unpleasantness.

His sword lay at the creature's feet, leaving him unarmed and too lost to summon a fresh weapon or to know that he should summon one.

After all, the brutal spirit of war had driven him to utter madness, lost in the darkness of his own soul.

The vicious Terror closed the distance in a single, fluid step. It hurled the spear with frightening speed.

Northern's eyes flew wide, but he managed to twist aside as it plunged into the wall behind him.

He leapt over the bed, rolling to where the Terror had stood moments before.

Slowly, Northern bent and retrieved his sword, leveling the blade as his eyes burned with bloodlust.

Both vicious creatures forged by the wicked flames of war glared coldly at each other, the terror wrenched out the spear from the wall and suddenly looked like it had an evil grin on its horrible face.

Northern's brow twitched and his eyes rolled to the entrance as another of the same creature stomped into his room.