Order to Kill
“This is bad, very, very bad!” Emery shouts.
“The Emperor himself ordered you Snowden’s executed!… What WASTED potential! If you devote yourselves to me as my chosen, I’m even willing to spare your li-“
A bolt of water from Kline’s hand hurls straight towards griffin. With a quick upwards slash, Griffin destroys the bolt of water, which explodes on impact with his adamantite blade, splattering water droplets everywhere around him.
Griffin looks down at the cousins with a prideful look in his eyes, before pulling his arm back, preparing to swing his sword.
“Your parents never tell you it’s rude to interrupt somebody SPEAKING!?” Griffin shouts while swinging his fiery sword, a baseball-sized ball of fire flinging from his blade towards Kline and Emery.
Kline lifts up both arms and conjures a wall of water magic with a tense facial expression, biting his teeth together as he narrowly blocks the fireball which explodes into steam on impact. The force of the impact instantly breaks the cohesion of the water-wall, splashing the water onto the ground and shaking the cavern itself. From one hit! This is bad!
The eight chosen warriors start sprinting towards Kline and Emery, weapons held high in their hands. One of the chosen warriors, a man wearing thick chainmail armor and a coal-black hood, pulls out an iron chain with a barbed hook at the end. The warriors lunge towards the cousins swinging their swords and axes, ready to cut the cousins down.
Just as a warrior was about to slash Kline’s neck with his razor-sharp sword, Kline resonates the water particles in the cave floor, causing the floor to cave in on itself with an echoing thunderous crash. The swing narrowly misses Kline’s neck, grazing his snow-white hair as the warrior loses his footing. The eight chosen warriors crash down onto another level of the cavern, falling for what looked like at least fifteen meters; though it is impossible to tell because of the darkness below.
A chain abruptly pierces the darkness, surprising both Emery and Kline. Before Kline has any time to react, the metal chain has already wrapped around his leg, piercing his calf like a fishhook. Shit!! I messed up! Kline turns to look at Emery with a panicked expression. In the same instance, the chain is yanked, pulling Kline past the ledge, down into the dark depths below.
“SURVIVE EMERY, HOLD OUT AS LONG AS YOU CAN!!” Kline shouts as he vanishes into the darkness.
A bone-chilling fear permeates Emery’s whole body, as if he was facing death itself. He comes to the grim realization that now has to confront the Commander of the Third Flame all by himself. He grips his sword even tighter as the fear rushes through both mind and body. Eyes glazed and face scrunched like a ball of paper, Emery shakes in fear. This is it; I’m going to die!
The World Stones 