Chapter 100 - Old grudges
Scarlett walked through the dark forests outside Freybrook, along with Fynn. The moon lent little light that penetrated through the dense canopy above, but with her enchanted glasses on, she could see the opening among the trees ahead of them clearly.
“Are they still maintaining their distance?” she asked Fynn in a lowered voice.
The young man looked around for a moment, then nodded his head. ”They are. There are more in front of us, as well.”
“I trust that you have not forgotten what to do.”
“I haven’t.”
He had a determined expression on his face.
Scarlett returned her attention forward. Soon, they entered a small glade. Arranged in a half-circle on the end opposite them were dozens of Cabal Adepts, each of the black-robed figures standing completely still. Their ornate, gold masks were aimed at her and Fynn, and at their center stood two other figures.
One was short, like a child, and concealed by a crimson robe that revealed only a white mask. Pale, blonde hair stuck out from under a hood, running down and covering the sides of the mask. The mask itself only held three large eyes, each a bright lavender. The third eye, sitting vertically on the forehead, blinked as it appeared to take Scarlett and Fynn in.
Next to this figure stood a veritable giant, standing well over all others in the glade and looking much like a knight of old — if that knight was cursed and lived in an old abandoned swamp. Their frayed black vestments reached down towards the ground like wrangled threads and their head was entirely hidden by a cylindrical black helm that lacked slits. In their hands, they were grasping the hilt of a tall sword whose tip rested on the ground.
Scarlett’s eyes were locked on the figure for a few seconds. She knew he would be big, but it was a different thing seeing it in real life like this. They weren’t even close yet, and it already felt like he was looming over her with his stature. The only person she knew that was of a similar size was Holdger ‘The Mammoth’ of the Royal Guard, and even that was uncertain.
To add to this knight’s imposing presence, there was also a large crow perched on his shoulder. The bird looked almost like a statue, staring straight at Scarlett with an unnatural fixation from across the glade. If she hadn’t known better, she would almost have thought it was taxidermied with how still it was.
She removed her glasses as she and Fynn continued forward. Placing them inside her [Pouch of Holding], she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A huge sphere of fire appeared above them all, bathing the space in its warm light.