Traces of Times Long Past
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The Kingdom of Heide, or what was left of it, was still stunning.
Leeroy lifted his hammer, his gaze turning from the crushed helm of the hollowed Heide Knight up to the cathedral in the distance. Why was here anyway, in the first place? This place had nothing to do with anything of his troubling, nor were there any ancient weapons or tomes that he wanted, so why was he here of all places?
The paladin continued through building. There was still a series of stairs before he could reach the cathedral, and dear gods, is that a goddamn wyvern there??
It would be of only slight annoyance, if he really did try though, after all, he did fight off a few actual dragons before -
Lightning crackled between his fingertips. Gods, the energy, the power, he could never get used to how good that felt: even now, the memory of himself being able to throw lightning for the first time, even a basic lightning spear, was exhilarating. And doubly so when the bolt flew from his fingertips and connected square with the wyvern’s head just as it started blowing its flames in his direction.
A shriek so loud his skull rattled in his helmet, Leeroy winced. Oh dear, now he has a rather angry wyvern on his hand.