e compact mist took on a terrifying and mysterious aspect under the moonlight, and the nocturnal creatures invaded the dark and forbidden kingdom, howling with terror, roaring in the vast a

, perfectly hidden from the invisible black peaks, was illuminated

ned its companions, they fought for the animal and tore it to pieces miserably. But after they swallowed its flesh with joy, another beast, colossal in size, appeared behind them and caught almost all of them in its voracious mouth. It landed heavily on the ground, chewing its prey with visible satisfaction, drooling over a few scraps of flesh and bone,

ck magician, who that night was looking forward to a ter

ted French windows and rush in. The visible lights that pierced the darkness went out as they passed. Shadows ran through long, wide corridors lit by magic lamps and crystal chandeliers, all breaking in the wake of th

nes that also bore spells as fearsome as they were obscure. The old attendant, whose name was Köel, had long, straight, white hair and various marks written on his giant body. One of his eyes was closed by a powerful spell to protect it because he was said to be able to see what was totally invisible

lt, during his mountain crossings, his blatant pleasure

" the cunning Köel re

e red liquid illuminated by the faint starlight with a kind of

cerer insisted, witho

director deci

ard K

but continued on a comp

ever quenched my thirst, not once. I even feel, with each passing day, a growing and intolerable dissatisfaction, which gnaws at my mind, and which on

hanged and became as

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aster. We apologize f

and. After all, I never rep

and indispensable than his director. For if we consider things correctly, Sirkol, despite his qualities as a perfect world man, his remarkable intelligence and his irrefutable ability to lead, was deep down and above all a cruel, heartless and totally bloodthirsty being, even to the detriment of all his pleasure in suffering others. While he, Köel, by his finely observant skill and his well hidden ambitions,

rything

logize again for our delay. But you would be happy to know that they are all hungry, hungry and eager

but cruelly when he hea

d, it's per

a large room, where an entire wall was occupied by a shelf full of thick books, all of which contained stories of black magic, or various other subjects related to the dark worlds. A hug

ting a young child locked in a dark room, was extraordinarily bright, so bright that Johes, when he saw it, immediately lost patience and reached out his hand to the bright spot, sending a powerful wave of darkness crashing down upon him. The darkness wavered under the sinister attacks of young Johes, and everyon

understand that there are things you

his shoulders a

, my master. It is only a world o

yebrows and turned

than usual. More than passion, it is your obsession, the motor of your existenc

his head,

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he young servant spat resentfully, his eyes burning with hatred, jealous of all those who were gifted with the extraordinary like the young prodigy he seemed to hate and envy so much. "No one will probab

ed, even though he hid it as best he could, everyone knew that he was most affected by his inability to feel the

ned him!" the servant repli

o do yourself," the Athok chief added, playing with his cup before reducing it to dust. "Anyway, you're as weak as a shiny littl

hed his fists, burnin

uffer and die without missing a single

vast world of darkness, filled with terrible beings. Their sparklin

combed backwards, falling onto his shoulders. His amber eyes clearly showed his imperishable adoration for all that the light hated. But the most fascinating and frightening thing about him was his lar

ful friend with him. If he really must perish, let him not be alone at least. After all, we are respons

replied, constantly displa

the room in a heart-rending roar. Sirkol admired the night through the window, then turned again to t

night. A wonderful nig