Chapter 18: Ch:18 The Weight of Shadows
The masked, cloaked man tilted his head slightly, a twisted grin forming beneath the cracked black mask.
"Hmmm..."
His voice was low and raspy, like dry stone scraping metal.
"Looks like my boss will be very happy if I bring him the head of this meathead Hero..."
He slowly raised his gloved hand—then snapped his fingers.
A pulse of black energy erupted from his palm.
In a flash of swirling miasma, a jagged dual-edged sword materialized, dark as night and pulsing with a vile, shadowy glow. The air twisted around it, the ground under his boots cracked slightly as the weight of his aura began to seep out like poison.
Dark energy hissed around him like steam from a dying fire.
Sarios narrowed his eyes.
"This is bad."
Without hesitation, he drew his longsword—both hands gripping the hilt, blade gleaming faintly in the dull morning light.