Marek took a step to stand before his partners. His two-handed sword was glowing a red light, a light that Valentius' soul was feeding.
The Boliarin grinned.
Oh, soon he'll have material! Once he made a ghoul, everything would be different!
The first spider was standing in their way! As big as the cave's mouth, as hideous as a nightmare.
Marek charged!
He didn't wait for the spider to fall to the ground!
With one leap, he beheaded the spider! The being's silvery blood began to pour out of the wound.
Marek grinned.
Now, that was what he wanted in life! Just the open fields, the trill of the fight!
The blood under his nails!
He turned around.
A part of him wanted Valentius' approval. That the boy saw him as more than a simple servant.
For him to finally become Albert's equal.
But Valentius was staring at his wolf, which had yet to gain a name. Who refused to carry its master into battle despite being big enough to.
