The Necrot chuckled, closing the distance. She gave a brief nod of her head. "Well, well... ti finally has told how loyal you've beco. I didn't expect you to abduct him here this soon. I asked for him last night, besides..."
She sounded like soone impressed by another. But her words suppressed her growing admiration with a soft, yet commanding tone.
Silvan Ferox clenched the sword with a firm grip. Sa as when he had looked sideways last night before answering the Necrot's question.
The tal emitted a cold feeling when he touched it with his palm.
He replied in a simple tone, "Frosthaven is completely under your control." Our king obeys your orders, so our lives are safe..."
"... I know. "Your king's order makes everyone in your pavilion act the sa," Nyra said, her tone gentle. She stepped, almost tiptoeing, around Silvan. Her eyes had a seductive, predatory look.
Silvan didn't stiffen his neck, nor did he beco tense.
"May I ask why you requested him?" Silvan asked, his glance landing on the unconscious figure to his left. "He only has a flicker of dark magic on him, but has no mage body.
Do you have a grudge against him before getting back at him now? That's because consuming the soul of a non-wielder is like eating a wrap of fish in salted cabbage..."
Nyra let out a gentle chuckle. Her tone seed jesting. She held her answer, moving a few paces to Zy. She bent there, pulling a two-second glance at him.
In contrast to what Silvan Ferox suggested, she had a lively and sowhat playful glint in her eyes. She looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with him.
"I would have laid more emphasis on him in our last discussion if I had a grudge against him. He's one unlucky soul that interrupted my business with Nero," she said. She turned her head.
A playful smirk crossed her face. She moved the tip of her long black fingernails over and over Zy, a kind of excited look spreading over her.
Silvan's face grew into sothing hardened. He turned the sword away from his chest. He held it straight by his side, the handle sending biting sensations through his palm as he clenched it.
"If you get Nero Norman too..."
Nyra, as if she had read his mind, answered right away, "I'd use him well to ascend to the next stage. The Soulforge Mage Body sucks. Greater heights, greater challenges, and greater fun!"
Excitent dripped from her tone.
Her back faced Silvan.
He moved towards her. A sharp blue light glinted behind him at that mont. His movent was slow, sowhat like he was gathering his thoughts about sothing.
His face grew sour. The sword tightened in his fist.
"How well did you use the Beast Tar's power years ago? And... the villagers you slaughtered like unlucky hens... did you kill them for fun or...?"
Nyra, still accessing her 'about-to-be-ready al,' asked, "I didn't kill that many villagers in Frosthaven... do you rember? And which...?"
"I'm not talking about Frosthaven," Silvan interrupted in a firm tone.
That was the first ti. The Necrot halted in her action – he interrupted her. Her behaviour dragged on in a sluggish manner. She smirked.
"That Beast Tar you captured with your companions... the one contracted with a Terramagma beast," Silvan made it clear.
He stopped at a safe distance away. Silence stretched for a few seconds. The howling of the wind seed to echo in that limitless space. The Necrot rose from her knees with difficulty.
Her eyes had rolled to one side, indicating she was reflecting on what the man said. She had massacred thousands. She had faced so unworthy Beast Tars.
And she had killed countless human underlings who were like Silvan Ferox.
But, as soon as she attempted to turn around, a flash of mory crossed her mind. She halted in her movent, brows creasing as she tried to recall that sudden picture again.
For a few more tis, she tried, finally recalling in what felt like a minute. A silent "oh" escaped her lips, followed by a jesting smirk.
...
Nyra faced Silvan.
"After so many years, I have never known the beast you contracted," she whined.
Silvan groaned, squeezing the handle with force, "A Terramagma..."
"... Ymirhund wolf beast. A kind that dwells in the earthy realm of beasts." Nyra helped him complete it. She tilted her head with a slight smile. "It's the beast of that low-level Beast Tar, isn't it?
How co you know about that fight, and even that you grew strong enough to make his beast your own ta?"
She crossed her arms.
"So, you rember after all? Guess he remained the resourceful and kind one as always... for still being in the mory of a vast killer..."
"Who are you? His son? Or apprentice?" the Necrot asked. It was clear that she was curious; her tone was serious.
Silvan stayed quiet, his breath growing ragged in fury. Nyra added,
"I heard the king praise you once. That, of all the wielders from Eldengrove's the damned Sanctuary... you were the only one in the pavilion who volunteered to co here.
At first, one would assu you preferred a quiet life and wished to protect the minority. But now, the true reason is obvious. We, the true magic's living symbol, feasted on Frosthaven before you ca.
Your presence here... the years as the loyal dog captain... it's all to wait for a perfect ti to take revenge on . Isn't it? Revenge is why you're here."
She said it as if soone had already told her. Silvan clenched his fist.
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