Chapter 77: The Implock – Chapter 71 – “Cragspire”

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Chapter - 071

At the crackling warmth of a fire sat two figures enjoying a bowl of something hot and steaming. "So where did you say you were headed?"

"Meadesborough," Nyx said with his scratchy voice around a mouthful of soup, his spoon held pointedly.

"That's in Cragspire, ah- a beautiful place that is." The older human said, glancing to the stars. "Such a shame though, with the bandits and all. No man, not even the merchants, are willing to travel there anymore."

Focused on his meal, Nyx muttered absentmindedly. "Not for much longer,"

"What was that?" The man asked.

Nyx seemed surprised that the man had even heard. "-Uh... nothin'," 

Sitting in companionable silence as they ate their food away from the rest of the caravan, Nyx glanced at the older man. He was a human in his late fifties fitted in modest clothes, going by the name of Horst. He wasn't anything special, powerful, or out of the ordinary. But Nyx still tolerated this human for the sole reason that he was a damn fine cook. His stew was almost enough for Nyx to forsake his commission. But then again, his call for blood and gold was louder.

"Well, I'll be heading off to catch some sleep. We should be passing by Cragspire in the morning, so do be sure to be ready for then." He passed. "It's been a pleasure, Nyxel Brasshand. May our paths cross once again so we can share another bowl."

Watching as the man walked off to the larger camp of the caravan, Nyx just stared at his retreating back. Why weren't all humans like this? To the point, great cooks, and not so damn annoying. If they were, Nyx might not have been so inclined to slaughter them at any given moment. Humans, such stupid creatures.

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Nyx went to sleep and woke only later in the morning. It was then around the early coming of dusk that Nyx split off from the caravan at a crossroads. He had spent the last four days traveling with them, so if he remembered correctly, he shouldn't be farther than a couple of hours' ride from Meadesborough.

But before he went off with his annoying horsey, Nyx noted just how the terrain had shifted. From the normally flat or rolling plains Moravia spotted with woodlands and rivers, Cragspire was actually more similar to that of Nyx's birthplace. It shared the rugged landscape of the Netherworld, except this place, was of course a lot more green and a lot less ridden with savage demons and roaring infernos.

With ravines, valleys, and cliff faces crisscrossing every which way across the scenery, Cragspire was an uneven and jagged piece of land made of gray rock and stubborn flora that clung to the terrain for dear life. As menacing as it looked, it held an equal amount of beauty in it. Nyx even found himself feeling a little nostalgia looking at Cragspire, recalling his early days of scurrying in between the cracks and holes as he hunted prey to survive another day.

But not this time. Things were different. He was not the weak hiding in the cracks, scrounging for scraps in fear. Now, he was the one who hunted and others feared. As his [Mark of Pride] pulsed fainty under the dark gloom of his hood, Nyx rode into one of the many valleys. There were sheer rock walls on either side, dipping high and low as the terrain kept changing in a head-spinning manner. But to Nyx, he felt like a fish in water.

He checked his notifications as he rode.

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