Cloaked by the storm of beasts that encircled but dared not come near him, golden and mighty, the man stood. He gave no ounce of his strength yet. It was his presence that terrified the monsters, soaked in his poisonous horrendous air that the lord indifferently produced. The shouts of vengeance and cries of battle hazily came to his hearing. For his men, they believed the creatures were slowly fearful of their blades and noises. However, they were only peeling off a delicate layer from the thick wave of the swarm.
Lord Hercullio's mind wasn't with his men. They are elsewhere, searching and nudging at the depths of his spirit where he tugged at the tiny golden bond, tying his life to another. He carefully unraveled the sensations the bond gave him from the other side. Fear, confusion, and denial?...