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The Prince of the Ombrae

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Dragoslawa · Fantasi
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138 Chs

Reputation

Sarin stepped out of the room and joined the others downstairs after he collected himself and refreshed a bit. It was easy to guess that Jäwell also had a complicated night, judging by the dark circles around his eyes. The two men yawned at the same time. Rahir looked at them and chuckled, "What did you do together last night?"

Sarin took a step back, troubled by such allusions, while Jäwell laughed loudly, "Are you jealous, buddy? Do you want some too? I can be very generous."

Sarin pressed two fingers on his temples and sighed, everyone knew it was humor, but the big man was not comfortable with such jokes, maybe because he knew of Jäwell's true nature. Rahir was the first one to laugh, not understanding why Jäwell was not ashamed to be imagined in such a delicate position with another man. 

Urak interrupted them for the relief of Sarin, "Let's go, guys, we have a lot of road to Cardanic left to do."

"Where is Mikel?" Rufon asked.