“So Haltongard failed?” said a dark voice in the shadows.

“Yes, my lord. He was killed by a child.” said another voice. This voice was Human. He bores a cloak of purple, kneeling to hear his Master’s words.

“A child?” asked the dark voice.

“Y-Yes, my lord,” said the robed figure. “What do we suggest we do?”

The dark voice thought about the situation. If this child managed to somehow slay Haltongard, then this mortal might ruin his plan. At first, he didn’t feel like the child would be a problem. He looked at his right hand. It was scorched when he pledged his allegiance to his Lord. Only in the end, he was burned by the scars. Despite the power he was granted for his service, the dark flames that scorched his face and arms were unbearable, but it was worth the reward of being a vessel for his Liege. Despite that, his most loyal follower was persistent in having his arm healed from all the damage, but the dark Voice refused many times since it would damage his pride, and to him and him only, the only way to avoid this was to show no mercy to the weak.

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With ease, the dark voice held his scorched right hand and focused his Aura to form an object. When it was complete, he gave it to the man in the purple cloak. “The child is of little worry to me. But unless he has become a problem, use this.”

The man in the purple cloak took the object and looked at it. The object took the form of a cube. Engraved within the cube are runes that give out a purple phantom glow, with the surfaces from all sides smoothed out. The man grinned under his cloak and thanked his Master for the cube. As the Human leaves to return to his mission, the dark voice looks up at the only light illuminating his dark room. As he looks up, he grins in delight and speaks in a low voice, “Almost there, We are almost there. Just a few more pieces left, then I will send this world to never-ending hell.”