The Shadow Blade and Aelith sat within the village tavern, ingesting ale and swapping memories with the locals. they had earned the respect and admiration of the villagers, who had never visible such bravery inside the face of danger.

as the night time wore on, the Shadow Blade began to reflect at the occasions of the day. He had by no means confronted one of these bold opponent, and he was still grappling with the truth of the warlord's tremendous power. He could not assist but wonder how many other warlords and villains like him had been out there, waiting to wreak havoc at the innocent.

Aelith observed the Shadow Blade's brooding expression and approached him. "what's to your mind?" she requested, challenge etched on her face.

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The Shadow Blade sighed, taking a long sip of his ale. "i'm simply thinking about the warlord and his dark magic. it is like a cancer that spreads, infecting everything in its path. I cannot assist but assume that there are others like him obtainable, waiting to motive extra suffering and pain."

Aelith nodded in knowledge. "I recognise what you imply. but we can not let worry and uncertainty prevent us from doing what's right. We ought to be the ones who stand up against the darkness, irrespective of what form it takes."