A month since the princess left.
She is back with a head on her hand. She is holding the head like her heart. Her knight is close by her, slowly walking back to the town. No guard wants to tell her anything even if an apologetic word might make them headless. Walking toward the church, each step seems like a tear going out, the princess bites her lips and moves on. She brings the head toward the altar, offers the head on the table gently and kneels down before the statue. And she stays there motionlessly for a while. No one dares to say a thing, the town is silenced by her appearance. Then the princess brings out a dagger and then offers her blood to the bowl. She says something as if she is about to start an indiscriminate massacre. Only her knight heard the line and her face began to pale as soon as the line ended.
"Your highness, please reconsider" - Narva tries to stop her walk
"What I promised to the god and her shall be done. I will do this with my power. Those who want to follow me, go ahead. For those who have no intention to follow me, stay. Those who want to stop me, I will make you headless." - The princess glares as if she is the abyss.
"Your will is my honor" - Narva bows reluctantly
The two walk out. Once again, what they prepare for their plan is very obvious: supplies, food, water, weapons and scrolls. The princess' specialty is that she has space storage magic that seems to be endless. She can get anything in so long as see the full view of the target.
Now her power is halved so she has to work twice as much to use the ability. Afterall, she can kill anything quickly whenever she can have the view of the victim with this magic.
They march to the town gate. The guards don't dare to stop her not because she is royalty but rather she can kill them in a blink of an eye.
On an empty road, where the wind softly calms the afterall of a bloody fight. The blood is being wiped off the mace, the spear is being sharpened and the sword is sheathed.
"Say, do you know where the princess is heading to?" - Tiary looks sadly
"No idea. The noisy rumors are spreading" - Darvic inspects the spear carefully
"So unlike you, usually you are hot headed. These rare moments are the most rational" - Mawra sits on a boar corpse.
"So you are telling me that I am very stupid?" - Darvic prepares to punch the mage.
"So you want to be like those forest pigs? Go on" - Mawra prepares her barriers.
"STOP FIGHTING!" - Polwil throws his shield to stop both.
And their preparation for the fight has gone in a blink of an eye.
"It is almost sunset. Head back to the town now. We will have a discussion there. I can feel a bloodlust glare piercing near my neck." - Polwil picks up his shield.
As they are heading back to the town, something is off. The sky is getting stranger and stranger. It is turning red, smells like rust and the wind whispers threats. Are things illusions in their head? Or this is the reality?
On the same road going back, it feels like they are lost in another world.
"WE ARE IN A SPELL! WAKE UP!" - Polwil yawps in hurry.
Upon back to reality, the four are surrounded by vines and treants.
"As expected of not getting clean after that bloody battle huh?" - Mawra frowns