❥ patience wore thin , particularly for one who was never known for his patience to begin with .
“shut up ! SHUT UP ! SHUT UP ! “
mist howls with his fury , voice raising to a shriek . the mist surged forward like murky water , rapidly approaching to try and grab for legs , clawed disembodied hands reaching from the blackness to try and grip onto kayn , to immobilize . he had humored the other’s presence long enough , as far as the king was concerned , and now grew tired of him .
history meant nothing . nor did the future ; NOTHING mattered aside from Isolde .
“you will bow to me . you will serve your king ! if you will not do so willingly , then i will MAKE you! “
sickly green magic shocked through the black , eyes flashing as the wraith stepped closer , clawed hand raising to level a point at kayn , the other hand manifesting his blade to be clutched tight . “ you will serve , or you will die . make your choice . “
𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 . the past holds the key . those before him shared knowledge through papyrus & ink . Shadow Isles’ blessed library is the only hope he has in restoring the balance . of course the fallen king cares not for it . he cannot fix his own foolish mistake . especially with such childish attitude . the man never held any interest in fixing his own kingdom & even with some of the diaries from Camavor recovered , Kayn hoped whoever had written those , was leavening the story . but every day spent around the Ruined King only rooted him more & more into trusting his descendants .
𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝚁𝚈 & 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝙼 . the blackened mist answered to the tantrum quickly , surrounding the hunter like a school of piranhas , awaiting to strike & devour flesh . sickening black climbs him quickly , tries to pull down on Viego’s command , but it’s not the end . the magic gnaws on Kayn’s armor & tries to overwhelm his mind ; to control the body & will .
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂 , muscles soon following . he felt stripped from control in a matter of seconds , the sealed blessed water in his amber pedant being not enough to fight back the fully . although completely sane , the strength of the cursed magic is overwhelming . there is nothing he can do about it but try to talk his way out of the mess , despite the fact Viego is a book - case of a lunatic .
𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚉𝚆𝙴𝙸𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 , it’s glow reflecting on his skin from the threatening closure . just an idea alone of dying such pitiful death is turning him greener than the cursed blade’s light . for to die without changing anything is truly sickening . his destiny will not end here . it cannot . Kayn’s lips pursed , as an idea hit him . the taste on his tongue signaled no different feelings than from the thought of being killed without fulfilling his duty . . . . it wouldn't make him any different from Hecarim , however , what other option he has at this moment? the mist’s grip is turning tighter with every passing moment .
“ . . . my . . . apologies . ” the pale - haired man grumbled with a dry tone . “ what i meant to say is that 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴 should not live in such ruins . Camavor should be rebuilt for her arrival . she deserves to have her kingdom back . . . the way it was , of course . she deserves nothing less . ”