บท 509: Six Months (Ch.510)

~The Isle of Kezrar Dun

Azkar's eyes snapped open and he sat up on his throne, glancing around his hall for a moment, his eyes settled on the small pond of water by the side.

The fishes in the pond had begun circling the edges in a strange manner and Azkar knew they had felt that aura like he had and were thus rightly agitated.

 Askel breathed a heavy sigh as he leaned back on his throne and lifted a hand to rub his temples.

The winged man's eerie methods of communicating his summons had always unsettled Azkar, and that was saying a lot considering Azkar himself was not amongst the best of men either.

It had been sometime since the winged man had last requested Azkar's presence.

The winged man had entrusted Azkar with his duties and Azkar had done his best to fulfill them accordingly.