39 Names & Cultivation (1/2)
The Shroud-Wights stood in front of Sev. Newly born into the world, undeath taking them. Faced with their own existence, they howled in pain, ear-piercing screeches fell silent on the walls of the dark and dingy room.
”For once, I actually succeeded in creating Shroud-Wights!!!” the sheer excitement taking him in full swathes, his excited yelling matching the screeches.
Only for the Shroud-Wights to realize Sev's presence. Immediately rationalizing, their forceful existence being tied to the man in a black robe. Their hostile flame-like eyes latched onto Sev. Unnaturally, the Shroud-Wights lowered themselves closer to the floor, their perfectly smooth yet beyond unnatural. Mimicking arachnids, the Shroud-Wights inched their way forward in complete silence. Their hunting instincts kicking in, they began to increase their speed as they approached Sev.
Unworried, Sev simply marvelled at the outright ungodly movements. The many books he had read on Shroud-Wights hadn't disappointed him. The many months which he had taken to collect and brew the several potions fully paying off.
The two Shroud-Wights began to encircle Sev, keeping a small distance between them and him. Continuously attempting to enter Sev's blind spot or spot a weakness, they menacingly circled.
Only for a single word to bring them in check,
”Kneel.”
Unable to refuse, the two Shroud-Wights forcefully kneeled. Tied through their names, Sev's words serving as absolute commands. A loud thud sounding as both of the Shroud-Wights hit the floor, at the same time.
”Karthus, Malphus, from this day on, you shall never hurt or injure me or my inheritor Nora. You shall serve as our hands, as our flesh, as our bones. ”
”Protect her,
as she is precious to me...”
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Having been walking alongside the road for quite some time, Great Mage Mirlie began to feel the strain of continuously stepping on the rough gravel road.
During the last few hours of her journey, several carriages had passed by but none were willing to offer aid or assistance to Great Mage Mirlie. The black robe she dawned scarring them away before she could even ask.