In a Manor located at the borders of the Drakon empire Batsa had just arrived on horse, " tell the Lord Batsa is hear to see him. " he spoke to one of the maids who just appeared, The maid was dressed in a long Grey dress her black hair made into a bun and covered in a net with a cold face devoid of any emotions,she nodded her head and went in coming back a few minutes later " the Lord would see you now. "
Batsa followed her into the Manor, the Manor was made entirely out of black wood a type of wood which only grew in the Drakon empire and was extremely hard to obtain, portraits across the walls would have given the Manor a sort of eloquence and harmonious atmosphere, well that would be the case if the pictures portrayed in the portraits were not so terrifying.
The portraits got worse as one walked in from depictions of the realm of demons which would make anyone uncomfortable to accurate depictions of all sorts of torture to people of all ages whether young or old some of the eyes even seemed to follow you.
Batsa hated this Manor for this same reason as whenever he went through these hallways he felt as though every step led him closer to death, now don't get him wrong he did not fear death but dying a gruesome death without being able to do anything to be powerless now that was something he feared.
whilst still stuck in his thoughts the maid stopped infront of a huge wooden door and ushered him in. Gulping he entered the study, the study was decorated in a different way and would give one a peaceful feeling, Batsa would have experienced this feeling if he wasn't watching a man's skin be cut of piece by piece the man's hoarse screams seemed to remind the observer he was still alive although barely, his blood forming a pool below him.
Batsa had experienced a lot of battles and seen lots of gruesome scenes he thought he had seen it all but the scene before him sent shivers down his spine, before he could see a man who barely had any skin left with some of his organs revealed but what really made this scene utterly terrifying was the fact that the one causing this was humming a tune and moving the blade as though sculpting.
the man noticed him and spoke up " oh your here" he stopped placing his knife on a table by the victim which was revealed to have even more terrifying tools of torture. " so Mr Batsa I do hope you have good news" the man spoke, he was dressed in a silk robe laced with gold and a drakon stitched onto his breast his outfit screamed noble, his face and tiny greys in his hair revealed he was far along in age with his smile one would see him as a kind grandpa but Batsa new better, Even if he hadn't seen him skinning someone alive he had still seen this man plot the downfall of kingdoms as well as help the Drakon empire rise.
Getting down on one knee Batsa gave his report not a trace of arrogance could be found " the operation was a success my Lord. " the old noble took his cup and sipped some tea whilst making himself comfortable in his chair. "did you encounter any problems?" Batsa was silent for a moment before he decided to tell the truth "a huntsman appeared." hearing that the noble placed down his cup with a look that said he was intrigued " a huntsman you say? " " yes he killed my commanders and a number of our knights." " did you manage to kill all the villagers?" the noble asked.
Batsa knew little about this lord of his lord but from the little he gathered his lord did not accept failure and the punishment.... looking at the person behind who was barely breathing he lied thinking it was just one child "every villager is dead." the noble smiled and pat his shoulder "good job commander or should I say....chapter leader" " thank you my Lord " " you may leave" after Batsa left the noble sat by himself " a huntsman huh.....seems things will be interesting. " before getting up and continuing his torture on the poor soul humming his tune.
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At the same time the entire Elypsůs was in turmoil.