The scent of freshly baked goods filled the village. Their local baker was preparing for the festival to happen in a few days' time. Villagers had come together to provide the necessary resources for the construction and cost. The village chief was also willing to donate some of his vintage wines from the wine cellar. The preparations looked to be quite good so far with even children helping out.
The village of Odesh was full of rather cheery villagers always looking for something to do. They were a sheltered community staying as far away from outsiders as much as they could. The youth of the village were mostly girls but the work of the village was always distributed fairly and evenly.
They were a community that always provided for themselves. However, not too long ago the village had received some rather strange guests. These guests wore cloaks concealing their faces and they moved quite similarly to ghosts.
The village chief tried to deny them rest in the village but something about them stopped him from even trying. The shorter of the travelers carried a rather intimidating greatsword stained with red spots that smelled of blood.
"I had simply been hunting not too long ago," she would say but the villagers doubted it. These two guests just so happened to be Sherick and Nivette. They were given a cottage to stay in for the next few days before the festival. The two liches thanked the villagers for their kindness but it wasn't too long before the village disappeared from view.
It had been torched to the ground with all the villagers dead and collected in piles. Sherick admired his handiwork with Nivette trying her best to not laugh at the village's demise.
"Sherick was it really necessary to torch a village willing to shelter us?"
"They had it coming besides the air recently has been having more mana than usual. I think we should be increasing our pace if we want to get to that city before Friday."
"I'm ready to go but I don't think that those angels will be willing to stay in one place until we get there."
"We don't need them to be in one place, all we need is to know the place they most frequent then we can plan from there."
Nivette rolled her eyes that were still concealed under her hoodie. Time was something they didn't have much of but she still had faith in Sherick.
"By the way! do you still have the skulls of those adventurers?"
"Yea."
Nivette's hands fumbled around under her cloak and came out holding three human skulls. They were still glistening white as if recently polished with all their bone structure intact. Sherick tried his best o give a smile which is hard when you have a skeleton for a body. He took the skulls from Nivette and peered closely at them one by one.
The adventurers they had fought several days ago had proven to be an extremely difficult bunch. However, their death had proven to be quite resourceful. The adventurers looked to be young youths while they wore similar uniforms with the emblem of a certain 'Trascot magical academy'. Sherick originally planned to turn the corpses of the adventurers into servants but decided otherwise.
If he collected enough souls he could evolve their corpses into vessels worthy of being death knights.
"With this village we should have around 321 souls... or was it 322?"
"It was actually 323."
"Then how many more do we need?"
"The spell needs about 150 souls for each death knight and about 2 souls weekly to sustain their existences."
"That's quite demanding... but we should be able to get there in time so long as we don't get discovered by any professional adventurer guilds."
"But surely you can take care of any of them."
"I know I can but let's just hope it doesn't come to that."
Sherick handed the skulls back to Nivette who concealed them back under her cloak. The bright flames of the burning village lit up the shadows scrambling everywhere collecting souls and eating the flesh of villagers. Sherick didn't want to stay for too long but he also wanted to maximize their profits before moving for the next village.
He looked up at the silver moon with the light illuminating the crevices of his skull spectacularly. He really was enjoying this journey more than he probably should.
"Are you lot done?"
{Yes sire...}
"Good then let's move."
Sherick turned around with all of the shadows in the area seemingly converging into his. He walked with a calm and prideful step while Nivette followed closely behind. It would probably take around four more days before they reached Tracetta. This would be the Friday of that week.
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Kyle sat in his bed while staring at the ceiling of his room. It was late at night and even though he felt happy they had defeated Zora there was something bothering him. It was Dyrnwyn, to be more specific it was Ryderrch.
Ryderrch seemed to stop caring about what happened to the sword and this somehow affected Kyle. Dyrnwyn was supposed to be a sword capable of protecting a god as powerful as Jesus yet all Kyle could do was swing it. He remembered the description of Dyrnwyn that Jesus had explained in the notebook.
[Kyle:(sword)
Dyrnwyn-the sword known to use the power of it's flames to assist those it deems worthy.
Heaven's treasury ID no. 343567]
The treasury ID had no importance to Kyle but the description of the sword was what bothered Kyle.
{How exactly am I supposed to activate the flames of the sword. Am I even worthy to use them or do I have to talk with Ryderrch about it first.}
Kyle was really disturbed by this and thus he couldn't sleep. He knew that Hannah had his sword but he didn't know where she was also he couldn't get up as it would only cause him pain.
{Then there's that business studies test on Thursday. That alone is enough reason to worry. I haven't paid attention during a single lesson.}
Kyle could only berate himself as he knew the situation was entirely his fault. He knew that it was a practical test meaning they would be doing some form of actual business but the specifics were a bit confusing. Thankfully he had come up with something to do with his free time.
He opened his healthy hand and a book appeared out of his dimensional rift. He opened the book using his fingers and stopped at a free page. He also summoned a quill filled with ink form the rift and thankfully the ink hadn't leaked out and so the quill was still full.
He then began drawing a detailed blueprint for what he thought would be a working portal between worlds. The idea alone sounded crazy but drawing the blueprint of his theory would be the first step to accomplishing his goal.
To get to Earth and find out how it was related to the end of the universe.