Hex sat cross-legged on his bed. Looking at the twenty beast crystals his eyes glimmered with hope.
Sensing the weak energy inside the Demon crystals Hex couldn't help but remember the first time he got his hand on such a crystal.
'I was weak, naive, and reckless. I killed that bear with cunning and luck. And even then it only worked thanks to the beast being poisoned by the Dawnbringers. Yet, I believed that with that dust-like power, I would beat the baron and rule like a lord.'
The more he remembered stuff he said and did, the more he cringed. Only a clueless mountain recluse like him would embarrass himself like that.
Memories were like that. The good surfaced first but the bad ones followed closely behind them. And the embarrassing ones never left. They fluttered around the eyes, repeating the scenes with much more clarity and details than anything else.
