In the depths of time, where myths meet and legends begin, Kinsai was becoming darker by the moment. Blood strewn across the floor and animals limbs were hung from trees. The buzz of the city had died down, and people were afraid to leave their houses. Evil was becoming popular in this land, although not by choice. People had been chosen to defeat Daemarius, the Spirit causing the trouble, but nobody succeeded. The buildings around Licero were greying and the posters that once showed what the city was like now were covered up by ‘Wanted’ posters.

Drathero and Xehul were in a chamber discussing their plans for the Hero.

“I’ll go, I seem to have a… kinder approach,” said Drathero. Xehul nodded in agreement.

“Mmhmm, and if Daemarius gets to her in The Real World it could cause trouble. You have the power to hold him back, I wouldn’t,” Xehul replied. The Moon outside turned grey and Drathero looked up.

“Time to go check on Jaze, can’t have him stirring up trouble,” Drathero winked.

“You shouldn’t have sent him as bait, look how he is now,” Xehul motioned towards the trees behind them and there was a figure in the distance mauling a Peryton.

“It should all come in handy,” Drathero replied. Xehul raised his eyebrows. “At some point…”

“Perhaps, but at the moment, you should keep him in control. Not that it’s my place to say,” Xehul bowed. Drathero walked out of the chamber and towards the dense forest at the edge of the city. The thick trees made it hard to see into but you could see creatures stirring as the mans footsteps echoed and they peered at him from all directions. They watched sleepily as he walked past them and towards a pale man. Jaze was flailing his arms around and the shirt that once covered him was now torn around hung around the Perytons neck. It was bloodstained and slashes were visible through the hair.

“Jaze, calm down. NOW!” yelled Drathero at the pale man and he froze in terror, but relaxed as he saw who it was. He licked the blood from his lips and timidly took the shirt from the dead Perytons neck. Jaze untangled the shirt and slung it over his shoulder.

“That was fun..” he said whilst grinning.

“No, it was bad. You’re like this because of Daemarius, you know this. Stop fooling around! Your powers could’ve awakened, and I don’t feel like seeing what they would be when you’re in this form. They’re powerful enough in your normal form!” yelled Drathero at the pale man, his temper rising.

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