Bab 170: Crimson Champion

THE STAG was like a holy sacrifice.

In the past two years he had spent in Eldoria, Rafel had seen red elks, brown elks, fucking gray elks. But a pure white breed, he'd never seen. Until now. Seeing the mythic creature up close, it was no wonder that it was so rare, like a unicorn—with a gold forehorn. The fact was that certain sects of the skyling peoples worshipped the White Stag as the [Anima Dios].

An animal god.

Like the fox Lady of the Mandarin, and the Mayan Quetzalcoatl.

Israfel had once come across an albino turtle in the rifts of the Atlantean Research Institute, but that miraculous shell could not compare to the pristine pelt on the stag. Gretchen and Olivar seemed quite taken with the creature and since no one else was doing it, Rafel lowered his eyes and withdrew like an arrow's quiver protruding out his back the flag of his Arc. He was sure the Shadow faction would be wishing he had chosen them. Poor Ravens.