Chapter 77: A beating will do
Riven was shocked by the way his personality was flipped over so fast and sudden. It was as if another person had replaced him, and the person was filled with insanity.
Riven didn’t know much of what was going on.
But one thing he knew was that Zandrel meant him harm, and that was enough. He kicked his own chair to the side, and he began to inch toward the back wall where a window stood.
Zandrel was breathing hard, but a feverish smile lit up his face. "You talk about Kivara, but you fool, you didn’t really question why she was in that forest to begin with. You thought you coming here was all a coincidence?"
This made Riven pause so hard that his limbs stiffened. His eyes narrowed, and a terrible anger filled his face. His gut trembled and twisted. "Kivara?"
"...that bitch! She did betray me! I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance! I used her to get here, but turns out she was the one using me..."
Bitterness filled his eyes. It hit harder than he expected. Maybe it was because she was the first person ever he was close to, a quasi friend of sorts.
Then he smiled. "...she did tell me never to trust anyone. I was the one that did not follow that advice..."
His hand tightened on his sword. "What do you want, Zandrel?"
"Yes, that question. You see, Riven, for some reason you are something precious that was left behind by the Necromancer King. I don’t know what it is, but you are related to him somehow, and I’m going to find out how.