Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene

Sending Sigurda a curious glance, I slowly shook my head, summoning a pill from the Ring of Bael. Swallowing it without any hesitation, I felt cool energy flowing through my body as I rested.

Waving my palm, the emblem within my left eye flashed as three runes began to take form within the air. Watching as hundreds of strings similar to a spider's web-connected to one another, forming a formation, I smiled as it branded itself into the ground.

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"Defend, Hide and Nature. You're a Level three formations master?" Sigurda questioned as I closed my eyes, focusing on mending my broken body.

Judging by her clueless face, it would seem she fled the battlefield at the very beginning. Sigurda had not heard my true name. This was perfect. Should her father appear, she will make a great hostage.

Feeling a tremor from the ground from Sigurda stomp, I didn't bother to ask as I fell into a trance. Hours quickly began to pass as my soul, along with my body, began recovering. Becoming Aware of my recovery, I began dressing my external wounds.

The massive hole within my shoulder was not healing as I had thought. Slowly stitching my wounds together, I placed a strange ointment upon it before covering my entire shoulder in a bandage. Staring at my bloody fingers, my focus began to wane due to blood loss.

"Abaddon?" Sigurda called out once more yet was only met with silence as I closed my eyes once more. Like this, days began to pass as I continued ignoring the Sect Masters daughter.

However, after a week, Sigurada snapped, drawing her blade glaring down at me, "You bastard, stop ignoring me!!!"

Rolling my eyes, I arose with an arm strap, "Stop whining," I coldly said, sending the annoying girl a deep look. "I was more than half dead. I think I deserve the right to heal myself."

Snorting Sigurda heavenly qi began to rise as she coldly shot towards me. However, I was in no mood as dragonsbane flashed within my palm. Pushing Soulforce into my body, my spear shot towards her neck before she could react.

Opening her eyes wide, it came to a halt as blood ran cold. "Do not test me, girl. I was grateful to the Sect master for helping me, but I will kill you should you overstep once more."

Falling to her knees, Sigurda quivered as she clenched her neck, trying to stop the blood. Staring at the nieve fool, my mood suddenly went darker as a familiar voice rang out.

"Why must you bully this girl?" Ezra suddenly asked, peering at me to my side with a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me you take pleasure bullying the weak?"

"Damn straight!" I yelled, not feeling any shame, "But you have some nerve showing up? Wanna tell me why you didn't help me when I was fusing my blood?"

"Oh, that. I did help you." Ezra said, looking away as she covered her mouth, "I saw everything; I just didn't actually do anything aside from letting complete strangers take you away.."

"You're an asshole!!" I yelled, watching as she broke into laughter.

Rolling my eyes again, something I felt I was doing more and more recently, I sat down by the base of a large ancient tree," The Court of Nox attacked. They didn't seem to know of my exact location, but I am sure that will change after what I did."

Nodding her head, Ezra turned in the direction of my battle, "I have already seen a few at the realm of World. Many are trying to investigate, but the Flames of Hellfire are making that impossible. Not to mention Tenebrae is helping you.

Humming in response, I rested my head upon the bark, "how is Hallr? It's been about four months."

"Yeah, the Order of Himdell have gone crazy, sending a few armies and Beast hoards towards me. None of them ended well for the Order." Ezra triumphally said, "I even made a river out of the bodies to surround my castle. It's quite magnificent. "

"And my army of Skeletons?" I coldly asked in a dark undertone.

"We have a few million but no souls for you. It would seem all those Geir resurrects will retain their soul. Tragic, isn't it? Guess that's the price of them having three times the power."

"But why is it your here?" I suddenly asked, sending Ezra a deep stare.

"The High King of Midgard is coming to Hallr." She coldly said as I laughed,

"First off, we need to change the name! This land is no longer the High Kings; also, that's not really news. Have you spoken to Freya?"

Scrunching her brow, Ezra shook her head, "No, but a few other gods have visited. None of them are of relevance. Merely trying to get glimpses of me."

Smiling, I suddenly asked, "and was Eric one of them? It looks like he has a thing for you."

Sneering in contempt, Ezra's body faded as her words echoed out, "I shall text you when the High King arrives."

Chuckling at her words, I sent a cold look towards Sigurda, shivering like a schoolgirl. Shaking my head, I arose, "Follow me if you want. I will be heading to... Why do I even try? Sigurda, do you know where we are?"

Observing at my helpless expression Sigurda simply held her mouth wide open, causing me to smirk, "Is that an invite? Cool, but you may have to open wider for it to fit. Not trying to brag, but I am game if you are. "

Taking a while to understand, Sigurda quickly blushed as she covered her mouth. Shooting me a disgusted gare, she arose, stomping," Screw you, Abaddon!"

Ignoring her tantrum, I continued on as she rushed to my side. Pacing a few feet from me, Sigurda continued to eye me with cold malice.

Arching my lips, the days began to pass as I teased Sigurda. Personally, I was not the least bit interested in this toy. To me, she had nothing to offer or any real-life experience, like hobbies. All she was worried about was cultivation. While that was important, she had no personality around it; she knew nothing, which was a major turn-off.

It had been about two weeks since we continued traveling together. Yet, neither of us knew where we were going, so we simply walked aimlessly in hopes of finding a village.

Coming to a stop, my gaze slowly turned sharp as I placed my mask upon my face. Scrunching her brow Sigurda turned to me, "Is there someone? I don't feel-"

"Young man, you are quite perceptive!" A voice called out within the deep eerie forest.

Shaking my head, I smiled, "It's not like you were trying to hide it."

Steeping out of the shade, my brow shot up as I stared at an Elderly Elf clenching an aged cane within his palm. Releasing a kind smile, he shook his head, "Agreed, but what is a High Elf like yourself doing here?"

"EH!!! Abaddon, you're a High Elf!!!