"Wh-what? My element is... void?" In a world filled with sorceries, miracles, and knights, Young Hubert found himself immersed in struggle, trauma, and tragedy after joining the watchman. Deemed as a deserter turned slave, he tried to survive by learning from the greatest teachers, friends, and experiences. Fighting corruption from internal conflicts of nobles and politics inside the kingdom of Creopia or the threatening dangers of the northern barbarians, indigenous tribes of the southern kingdom, pirates of the east, and the mysterious creatures of the western mountain range. Where even the helmsman of fate has corrupted. He soon realized his greater duty in the world was to protect it. Empathy And Wrath
"Cassian," Dareon whispered to Hubert, his eyes peering to the far right, where a bunch of knights blocked a stature of a young man. In front of them were merchants of silky attire.
"I know," Hubert replied simply.
"What are you waiting for?! Guards!" the knight atop the horse shouted once again, his orders hadn't yet been carried out by the two guards.
"Y-yes, sir!" the first guard said, it was clear from his sweaty and oily face. Stepping forward, he tilted his halberd forward, pointing it at Hubert.
The second guard nodded, his pupils shaking as his hands trembled, holding the halberd he pointed at Dareon.
"Take care of them," Hubert said to Dareon, who, with glaive in hand, nodded, before lunging forward.
Woosh!
In a matter of seconds, Dareon passed the guards like a slithering snake, landing right in front of the knight's view.
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