There was no merriment of children, and not even the trace of laughter could be heard through the desolate corridors he crept in concealment. He couldn’t hear his brother or Kiki in the kitchen; no sounds of idle chatter. A hollow bleakness blanketed the atmosphere and even the air feel frigid. Everything about this castle seemed to suit its master: Cold. Dark….Empty even.
There was a little number of guards around and perhaps were he actually focused on anything but bringing Belos to a grisly demise, maybe that would have struck him as odd…and concerning. Arrogance unfortunately overrode common sense. That was normally how things seemed to go with him.
Already Philip could feel his magical endurance waning from the invisibility spell, but he persisted even as a bead of perspiration dropped down his forehead. He was finally to the door. A staff identical to the one his counter part wielded splintered the heavy doors with a well placed blast and Philip struck the metallic bottom against the marble tiles, cracking the flooring like a sheet of ice with an almighty shockwave of red. It wasn’t aimed at the man, and it wasn’t intended to be. It was a warning shot, and it melted into the opposing wall on the other side of the room.
Dust particles and debris showered the room, the air still humming with magic. Crimson lit up Philip’s murderous gaze and he straightened himself, almost casually brushing off his jacket. “Salutations. I do hope you’ll forgive me for not submitting a formal request for an audience with you.”
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