Crusader King

The figure of the archer that was now leaning over, sitting on its spread out legs and having an arched back, facing towards the ground quickly moved, as if a lightning bolt struck it and finally the mysterious archer lifted his face, panic written all over his body, clearly visible although that very same body was concealed for the most part.

However, after the archer finally began realizing where he was he looked at the ground and his elegant eyes slowly moved upwards, his face following, finally meeting the burning gaze coming out of the violently burning purple eyes that resided in a cave of a sunken, dark sack of skin that Cades had worn on his face for months on end now.

Finally, the thin lips of the archer betrayed his stress and he began quickly breathing, still staring at the relentless gaze of the unknown monster in front of him.

The eyes of the archer were elegant, thin and resembled crescent moon with both sides slowly hidden, it was surreal and even more so in the act of describing it, the eyes that were now meeting Cades violent gaze and failing in resisting that very gaze were of a beautiful golden colour that permeated his eyes entirely, with barely any white able to be seen on the sides.

Cades had already expected something like this, the uncanny feeling that had been radiating from the entrancing archer for all this time had already made him believe that it was something else, that there was something more wrong with that being, and indeed there was.

But he shouldn't be one to talk, after all violet eyes weren't exactly normal either.

However, he could feel something else about that golden colour, something that moved deep, deep within the back of his mind.

And finally he remembered it, that golden shine, that golden glint was of the very same constitution as that of the light that had moved into his body once he had slain the demon of the forsaken, the living artifact that had controlled countless domineering golems to fight against him.

Cades instinctively moved his hands towards his right ear, trying to feel his earring, the artifact he had made for that fight, and luckily he felt that it hadn't been ripped off, but there was nothing remaining, it had been destroyed by the constant pressure from the fighting and part of it had simply fallen off.

But that movement seemed to absolve the tension that had been building itself up at a surprisingly great speed and the archer, still with his golden eyes and entrancing quality to the rest of his face, let out a heavy breath and said something aloud for the first time in what seemed like an eternity to Cades.

"Who are you ?"

The voice that now resounded was quite weird, he could hear the underlying language, a high-pitched murmuring that was as if the archer was talking with something else in his mouth and congruently gurgling, with the gurgling oftentimes simply stopping and starting again, probably signifying different meanings respectively.