章 187: 187- A Slap on the Face

Maraus, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 77th day of Fall, Arenfal

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"Brother! You don't know what's down there!" Prince Arterius tried blocking Prince Veritus from getting into the hole.

"Oh, please, I have vanquished a lot of foes bigger and stronger than I do!" Prince Veritus smirked. "What would those little monsters do against my blade?" He pushed him off to the side.

Prince Arterius tried to block him off once again, but his brother completely overpowered him once again. Stolas immediately got a hold of him before he dropped to the ground.

"Stolas!" He squeezed his shoulder. "Get Lord Prestonheim here!"

"That wouldn't be necessary." Veracon came out of nowhere bringing his brother's great sword and a few his men. "Lord Commander Prestonheim need not to worry himself with this futile encounter."