As the sun cast its golden rays upon the city of Etris, Argus rose from his slumber, his mind still heavy with the weight of the previous day's revelations. Determination fueled his every step as he made his way to the old place where he had last seen Kennith.
But as he arrived at the familiar location, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. The place stood empty, devoid of any signs of life. Panic gnawed at the edges of his mind as he searched frantically for any trace of Kennith.
With each passing moment, the sense of unease grew, until finally, Argus made the decision to venture out into the streets of Etris in search of his elusive companion.
Marketplaces and villages were scoured, every corner and alley scrutinized in his relentless pursuit.
Yet, despite his efforts, Kennith remained elusive, as if swallowed by the very shadows themselves. Frustration mingled with concern as Argus realized the weight of the situation. Where could Kennith have gone?
With a heavy heart, Argus turned his gaze towards the Etrean Wilds, a place shrouded in mystery and danger. It was a gamble, but he knew that if there was any hope of finding Kennith, it lay within those untamed lands.
As he ventured deeper into the wilds, the scent of blood tainted the air, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the surrounding landscape. Alarm bells rang in Argus's mind as he followed the trail of crimson, each step bringing him closer to the source of the ominous scent.
The further he went, the stronger the stench became, until it threatened to overwhelm his senses. And then, just ahead, he spotted them—bloody stains marring the earth, leading him inexorably towards his grim discovery.
With a clenched jaw and a heavy heart, Argus pressed on, his hand tightening around the hilt of his rapier. And there, amidst the tangled undergrowth, he found him—Kennith's mutilated body nailed to the wall, a silent testament to the brutality that lurked within the heart of Etris.
His eyes widened in shock and horror as he took in the gruesome scene before him. Kennith's lifeless gaze seemed to bore into his soul, accusing and haunting.
He then asked the Royal Etrean Guard that was standing right next to the decapitated body of Kennith.
-What happened here?
-You have an audience with Lord Regent.
Argus then repeated his question in pure anger and disbelief.
-WHAT THE FUCK DID JUST HAPPEN HERE?
The guard seemed unaffected. Repeating the same answer.
-You have an audience with Lord Regent.
Argus then quickly changed his way to Zi'eer's palace. Thinking about what he can do in each step he takes on the way there.
As Argus approached Zi'eer's palace, every step seemed to echo with the weight of his purpose. His mind raced with thoughts of vengeance, each heartbeat drumming in his ears like a war drum.
The grandeur of the palace loomed before him, its imposing presence a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. The anticipation of what lay ahead mingled with the dread of what he might find, creating a tense energy that crackled in the air around him.