Chapter 61: Altar of Sacrifice

Chapter 61: Altar of Sacrifice

Chapter 61

Altar of Sacrifice

The world became still for a moment, as though the whole of the battlefield witnessed what just happened. At least, in Sylas eyes, it seemed so. The time slowed down to a crawl as his mind began to reject his action. But he held it. He wrapped his arms around it and pushed it down.

Y-y-you Dyn choked on his blood for a moment as his eyes rolled back and his body went limp. Sylas pulled back the blade and let the body fall sideways, into the reddened snow. It was only now that Valen came to, realizing what happenedor at least a part of what happened. Glancing at the scar-faced youth lying dead in front of him, and then at Sylas, he was mute. Sylas saved his life. It was unmistakable.

Just as he was about to yell in gratitude at the man, Sylas turned to the side and keeled over, heaving but not vomiting at least. Valen jumped, fearful Sylas might have gotten stabbed as well, quickly hurrying over and holding the man gently.

Are you alright?! Did did he stab you!?! Dammit! I knew I should have asked the Master to come, I knew wed need him! What do I do?! What do I do?!! I need toUpdated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"You need to calm the fuck down is what you need to do," Sylas said, taking a deep breath and swallowing yet another heave that was about to leap out of him. "I'm fine. Just a bit of recoil. Prophets aren't meant to cradle mortal affairs. Alas, I couldn't just watch you die." He quickly made up an excuse, but from the look on Valens face it worked a bit too well.

You you the Prince was practically crying, suddenly wrapping his arms around Sylas and hugging him tightly. I owe you the debt of life. Twice now. I I know even a lifetime is not enough to repay it, but I will try. Whatever it is that you want, that you need, even if it is my headyou only need to ask. This would be quite romantic if I swung for the bats and not the balno, wait, both of those are kind of sus. If I swung for the bats and not for the, uh boobs. Right. Lets just go with boobs.

"For starters," Sylas said. "Can you get off me? There's still a battle to command, in case you forgot." But, just as Sylas said that he noticed something strangeor, rather, a distinct lack of something.

Battle sounds were nowhere to be heardthere were no shouts, no cries of agony, no cacophony of metallic sounds clashing with each other nothing. Both of them faced forward and saw the lead archer jogging back toward them, a wide grin on his face.

Your Highness! Your Highness! he shouted. Theyve surrendered!

theyve what? both Valen and Sylas exclaimed in confusion.

They all suddenly knelt on the ground and begged us to spare them! the man reported. Theyre using the excuse that theyve been mind-controlled. Hah! Do they take us for fools? while the archer went on a bit of a tangent, Sylas and Valen glanced down at the still corpse at their feet before looking at each other.

Could it be?

Perhaps? Ah, this world Sylas added with a sigh.

What should we do, Your Highness?

Accept their surrender, Valen shrugged. Well camp for the night. Take the weapons from them and be mindful, but there's no need to be brutal. Able-bodied men are one thing our castle lacks."

you so, it was him? Derrek asked, a trace of shock and sorrow in his voice.

What was left of him, anyway, Sylas replied. Could he have done it? Mind-controlled everyone here?

Him? No, Derrek replied decisively. At least not unless he was given an artifact to help him. How did you kill him? Even I struggled for quite a while to kill him. You in one hit truly, who are you?

"Just luck is all," Sylas replied honestly as the two left the encampment, finding some privacy. "I know you don't trust much in my prophetic abilities"

Much? Derrek interrupted, a mocking smile emerging on his handsome face.

Much, Sylas repeated. But at least trust the fact that I want whats best for the Prince as well as this Kingdom. Dyn Dyn was a flawed man, but one whose weaknesses got exploited by the lot who dont care. Today its him, tomorrow its potentially someone else. I want to work with you, directly, when it comes to exterminating the Cult of the Damned.

"" Derrek didn't seem surprised that Sylas was aware. In fact, even Sylas himself wasn't quite certain just how much Derrek knew at this point in the loop since quite a few memories have melded together, so to say, by now.

I can initially offer you where Dyn was communing with one of the bigor, at least, bigger figures in the cult, Sylas said. They were using a mirror of some kind.

Ah, the Altar of Sacrifice, Derrek sighed. Yes, weve found the Altars a few times after we raided some of the cults hideouts.

And I can offer you a Shard of Ascindium.

A Shard of Derreks countenance quickly shifted, but Sylas interrupted him.

Ifand only if you are honest with me, Sylas said. I know that the Shard contains subspace. Some legends claim that the ancient peoples or whatever kept their treasures inside, but no treasure has ever been discovered in one of them. I also know that, some way or another, Dyn could have caused an explosion of a massive scale using the ShardI I just dont know how. So, I want the trutheverything you know about the Shard. No lies, no half-truths. If you do try trust me. I will know.

Derrek paused for a moment, looking directly at Sylas eyes. The man in front of him was strange. All along, Derrek had no doubt in his mind that the man was merely a charlatan, someone exploiting young and nave Prince for the benefit. But, clearly, that wasnt the case. Will I regret it? he asked.

Yes, Sylas replied. But only because youll grow to eventually not just tolerate me, but also love me. And it all starts here.

Haah, Derrek sighed, shaking his head, though still letting out a faint smile. Very well. But, in exchange, I ask that you also be honest with me and tell me how youve managed to kill Dyn. I can tell that, even though you do know magic, its beyond basic, incapable of harming a dog, let alone a man. And though I can tell that you have a body of a decent swordsman, Dyn was he was a Bloodstone Knight. Forget a decent swordsman, fifty master swordsmen would struggle to tire him out. So, do we have a deal?

We do, Sylas nodded happily. You start, though. I dont trust people with handsome faces.

did you just call yourself ugly?

I did, didnt I? Fuck.