Chapter 460: Warring Myths

The voice and its presence drifted away from Kieran and the other six Inheritors, leaving them to stare at each other and the strange crossroads they stood before.

They were to travel their paths alone but together. That's what the voice had said. But something was holding them back. Until they had come to a unified agreement and walked together, they could not experience the Testament of Dying Blood. 

But a big problem was barring them from moving forward as they had hoped.

Daedric's hateful gaze burned with open malice and contempt as he glared at Kieran. He refused to move and simply stood there, arms crossed and his expression repugnant.

Altair's cold, indifferent gaze lanced through Daedric like a tempered block of dark ice. There might not have been a weapon, but that's what it felt like. That chilling feeling of impassiveness grew worse as he clutched the seemingly perfect grip of his blade.