The Legend of Fatality

The man named Halek stood at the highest point of the castle, staring into the night. Below him, he can see the snow-covered roofs of the inner city, the tops of towering temples, labyrinthine streets, and huge interior walls. The houses and apartments in the distance look small. Only the huge outer wall seems to have some substance.

Far away, he could see the vast ocean of bonfires around the city, the outline of a huge demonic war machine, and black metal emerging from the snow that covered it. He can still see other things now.

His master recently gave him a gift. Changed him. His eyes are now clearer than those of mortals, and he can see the power of his master, Sasolion, rising and falling around him.

He knows that his eyes will start to change soon, and will show the mark of mutation. Everyone can find his difference for the first time, but now these are not important anymore. When the people around him realized his true talent, it was too late. They, and their entire city, will be crushed under the iron hooves of the army outside the city.

???? Halek shook his head violently, he knew he had to stop thinking like this. He knew that over time, he became extremely sensitive to the flow of magic summoned by the masters of magic in the army of evil gods. He knew this had begun to influence his thinking. But soon this is not important.

Soon after, he can worship his master, the changer of the time, without restriction, but now things are at a delicate juncture, and other problems may arise. As he often reminds himself, if he cannot finally be present, victory in this turmoil is meaningless. He does not want to risk exposure before the glorious days of change.

???? A part of his heart is still not sure whether he wants to see the victory of the evil side. His part is still loyal to the city, the people and the duke. He had some hope in his heart that he had never attended the first meeting of cultists disguised as decent people, and never let himself be tempted to pursue taboo knowledge.

???? But it was too late now, he said to himself and tried to make his guilt, tiredness and painful side disappear. He sighed inwardly. Try to tell yourself: everything is too late and you can only act according to plan.

He tried to tell himself that these changes were good. He felt that the talents given by his master had awakened in his heart, just as they would soon awaken among all the chosen people in the human world.

???? He has a new sensitivity to the magic in the air, which is the first sign of his ability to use magic. He can now shape the original material of magic itself through willpower. In order to prove this to himself, he concentrated on starting to mobilize the magic in the air, trying to make the light appear in his hands.

???? He took a lot of effort to make his ...

A dim red light appeared around. Surprisingly, this is a skill that most magicians can master only after years of study and high-intensity training, but now it is entirely based on his own willpower. If he can do this now, then to what extent can he reach a few days or even a few years?

???? The same is true of the wizard in that army of evil gods? And that book-he thought of it unconsciously. It is said that the book contains all the knowledge of the whole world, even the whole universe. This is why he chose to believe in his master, didn't he? No, he shook his head again, not immersing himself in this idea.

He glanced into the distance, and his attention was suddenly attracted by the huge magic thread weaving around the city. Tonight it shines amazingly. Tonight, when the evil moon emits the strongest light, shining strongly on the army trying to fight for glory, the final ceremony is in progress to close the city ’s magic wall and advance this great plan.

???? He can see the magic net shimmering in the ranks of the evil gods army, extending from one sacred obelisk to another sacred obelisk, like the summoning of the wizards who serve Sasolion It takes all the magic around and guides them to their own destination.

Every huge, upright carved stone with countless evil runes on it has been brought from that evil wasteland by hundreds of great slaves. He couldn't guess the purpose of bringing them here, but he knew that they must have great power. When the time is right, he will know.

???? He forced himself to extricate himself from the infinite beauty of the magic weave made of magic, and return to the matter at hand. It is a pity that Olaf and Sergey failed to complete the assigned tasks. In their path of life, they have been good servants. He regrets that in this great day, they cannot come to receive their remuneration.

???? Ban Fatalin must have been very lucky in that encounter, or survived very tenaciously, because these two are formidable killers A reassuring idea, because he thinks his task is to watch Bai En be killed, and Bai En is the weaker of those two.

If it takes so much effort to kill that person, then it will take more effort to get rid of the dwarf. But he knew that with patience, perseverance, and determination to learn from mistakes, any setback could be overcome. He must find another way forward, that's all. He was convinced that he would soon complete his task in this great plan. He used to be like this.

???? There are other things worrying him now. His men must have been poisoned in the granary of Watergate now. If all goes well, he will be the first of all to complete the task. In the first place, he shivered. He doesn't like to do these things ...

. This runs counter to the education he received since childhood.

He doesn't like to think of himself as a traitor. Just as the thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly realized. On the one hand, he did feel guilty, which is true, but on the other hand, he reveled in all this evil. He was retaliating for the second place in his life, because he was so insulted by so many small. He is free from the straight coat of honor and responsibility. In a way, this is a good thing. So why do I feel like I am standing on the edge of the abyss? He thought to himself.

???? As he continued to watch, he felt the magic flow in the distance brought changes to the city. It sounded like a sharp cry. When a soul sinks into Sasolion's deepest hell, he makes a tortured voice. Halek wants to know what happened? Is this part of his great plan without warning?