Thana's Point of View

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As I walked toward the training room, Tor spoke. “Do you truly plan on leaving Pendragon alone?”

Entering a room above the chamber, I looked into the empty arena. “Things aren’t so simple.”

“Maybe so, but to just leave him?” Tor questioned.

“If we go after The Anomaly once known as Mordred, it leaves us vulnerable to others. Who knows when Fluffy will visit again? Why did he wait to leave Dwardew only once Arthur had arrived?” I told my accomplice as doors opened below us as scared children walked into the chamber. “Credo and Pestilence have partnered with yet another headache.” They looked around as some cried, while others tried to hide. “Yet, both groups have come into contact with Arthur Pendragon.”

“It is a little odd.” Tor commented. “As was his ability to reduce me to such a state.”

I crossed my arms as part of him slithered out from my arm. “You were never a complete being on your own. Just one half of an actual whole. I freed you from that fate.”

His teeth showed in a grin. “You did.”

At the other end of the chamber, a singular door opened. “As such, until you are fully recovered, we will lie low.” Out walked a familiar form. “Arthur has clearly hidden his strength, as have I. But if we were to go after one group, we leave ourselves open to the other two. Such a possibility is not a risk I’m willing to take.” The children looked at him in fear as I leaned forward and spoke to those in the chamber below. “Begin.”

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Drevas quickly moved forward as he began to cut down all the children. He was merciless as he killed them instantly. However, maybe that was his way of being merciful… Death came to them so quickly that most of them were dead before they even realized what had happened. A few of the children tried to fight back but were slaughtered all the same. Nothing new happened as all the children died without any signs of Drevas finding others like himself.

Tor decided to comment on the bloodbath. “Do you truly believe you can replicate him?”

I hummed out in thought as Drevas started walking back to his door. “I’m not trying to replicate him. I want something even better.” As the door started to close behind Drevas, I saw him turn to look at me over his shoulder, but the shadows hid his face. “Drevas is powerful, but he is limited. Unless he makes a breakthrough, creating something better would be the best course of action.”

“You know that Fluffy will come when he finds out about him.” My shadowy aid pointed out. “We still don’t know the extent of his forces. Not to mention what Arthur might do should he find out.”

“It seems to me that if you leave Arthur alone, he’ll leave you alone.” I replied as I left the room. “Not forever, obviously, but enough that you’ll likely be able to recover. Fluffy has no goals and simply does what seems entertaining at that given moment. If he’s taken an interest in Arthur Pendragon, I suspect those two will clash before Arthur and I do.”

“That’s also concerning.”

“Much in this world is concerning, but there’s no point in being so. Our end goal isn’t about those who are alive now.” I told him as I entered another room in one of my labs. “It’s about those who will be alive in the end. Everyone is the hero in their own story, Tor. Fluffy and Arthur are no different. We all make strides towards our own goals without any concern for others.”

Shuffling about, I began to pull out all manner of tools. “Are you sure about this?” Tor inquired. “Your own experimentation upon yourself has made you vastly stronger, but at a horrible cost.”

I placed manner formulas and mixtures on one of the tables. “Arthur set foot in this very castle. He wasn’t concerned or afraid…” My tone grew distant. “The man seemed glad and left behind a warning.” Placing a large needle on the table, I grabbed some tubing before I sat down. “As of now, there is no longer a choice.”

Pouring several mixtures together using past formulas was child’s play. Tor moved to it and poured some of his demonic magic into it. Well, not his per say, but he had the same magic of the one I wanted. It wouldn’t be long until I had to pay her another visit.

Putting the needle in my skin with it hooked into a mixture, I hissed. “If I stop this, I will get weaker. If I stop, I lose you. If I stop, I lose everything. I can’t stop.” Demonic energy coursed through my body painfully. “I can never stop.”