"He is the strongest," as soon as Doevm finished his sentence, he was shoved forward by the tormentor, who acted as the leader out of the eight red robed War Monks. His grizzled, scarred face didn't carry a hint of fear as he gazed upon the ashes ahead.
"So I've heard," the tormentor said. "But if that were the case, if Maximus Draken was really as invincible as you claimed, you and your brother wouldn't be here. We have Eric to thank for that." He reached over and pat the apprentice War Monk on the back. Eric winced and unconsciously rubbed at the scars at the tips of his fingers.
'As much as I hate to admit it...' Cerlius thought. 'These people have enough leverage to threaten father now that they have us. That traitor…' He turned and spat at dead number two. Eric let himself get hit, and continued onwards with his head lowered.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. That about sums up my current mood. Im trying to get back on schedule but wow is it hard. I didn't even have time to edit last chapter to better standards since I was working on this one. This will be the last part of the "thousand-year-ago" timeline for a while. Next we go to the three disciples' perspective, where they shot a jar and the building exploded for all they know. It's time for their storyline to be relevent to the arc.