As I watched my hands and body drenched in the purple blood of sea demonic beasts and the wailing praises of the primas, my consciousness seems to be drifted every day by some unknown force but I should never let my loyalty faint, we are one, I am only a little part of him.
I raised my head to look at the bright sky of the evening as we had just finished hunting a horde of sea monsters that suddenly attacked the border, there seems to be an issue of an anomaly as this was the first time something like that was happening according to the commandant.
"Young master..." '...darn, I still get confused whether to say clone or real young master' Denethor thought as he awaited, "...we should head in, it's getting late." He concluded.
I stared at the bright sky and was about to leave when I belatedly noticed a slight and very missable detail, the sky was having a kind of ripple, which should only be seen on waters.
"Den."
"Yes, young master?"
