~THE PRESENT
"I PRESUME YOU'RE HERE LOOKING FOR ME."
Gryther's words still rang in the air as cold whispers as Marsil climbed off his horse, Nimean, and walked to him. It echoed just like that day in the sands of the Arena when he battled Vandal the Titan. For reasons he could not explain or seem to understand, the Whisperings strengthened him.
It wasn't just the vampire side of him but something more. Marsil could feel his bones tightening with every step he took towards the Wytcher. It was like something was trying to break out his skin. Something deep in him that longed for release...
The Prince bowed once he reached Gryther and the man was stunned. He returned the bow with a look of respect in his gaze. They both lifted up and their moon eyes shined brightly into each other, as if recognizing their shared heritage. The ocular resemblance was uncanny.
