The day of the final fight finally came.
Kyrexiel once again stood in front of the mirror in his room, his hair still wet with water from his bath. He was dressed and ready. Everything he wore was black, only the scarf around his neck was a different color. It was red, blood red.
He checked his hair and eyes, they were still solid black. He wondered what Elder Cormac put inside. "Well then, seems it's all set."
Urlk snorted, he wore brown and carried Kyrexiel's mace with two hands. "How do you manage to look like that and still carry around a weapon this big with one hand?"
Kyrexiel shoved his hair behind him and turned. "That's the secret you might find out today." He turned to the two, Malak and Urlk, they were the thing he had to ally right now.
"Malak. Do you remember?" Kyrexiel looked at the blad psychopath. "Do you remember who your Master is?"
