"What just f*cking happened?" Jhàrold uttered profanity while stepping back and forth with his pair hands at both perspectives of his hips. "They will seize me down if I achieved not finish off my quests," Kristinov unfeeling said, shoving his head down while sitting above the seat. Aerline was standing beside Kristinov wrapping herself in the coverings of the bed from frigidness. "So you were saying, those bastards will come until you perish from that bizarre and absurdity orders?" Jhàrold bounced his head with his dispassionate eyes, gazing through the confusion and ire stares between them in the middle of the night. The mage was asleep after cleaning the mess that Kristinov slew in his chamber, the ichor retained vanished as well as the body of the foe from Malice. Aerline is looking down eyeing her fingers at the side of her thighs while shifting the ends - feeling that is her mistake and remorse for disobeying the Knight's order. "Tell them that you try to complete with your full effort but failed?" Jhàrold was trying to think to make a beseech to stop these dark days that Kristinov created just to complete the order that has been given to him.
"That will never be easy, telling them something like that will eventually create more disaster upon each land" Kristinov conflict a reply to Jhàrold, not conceding that will be a good idea to stop it, Kristinov is prevailed waiting to perish himself promptly, he stayed to meet his cease. "How about just trying to unravel what you have done to the world, ruin the beauties of every land, stealing what is not yours can be deciphered if you performed it correctly, and let it out that you accomplish the mission sans telling the truth within it, they only listen and want to see evidence that if you have done it, to illude them to push them to lies that are pretended to be the truth, we can make an illusion of rare items by the mage's assistance, they never try to make convinced of it if it is accurate" Aerline said, a plan that it will work to stop the Malice Realm and to stop more demons to come to the surface from below. She was staring at the candle, the flames moving side to side she peered while hearing them talking gibberish towards hers, the fuzzy blur occurring to her sights while staring at the flames above the flaxen candle that stood above the table ere telling her strategy that made by hers while gaping to the blazes.
"Correct, she is correct, they trust me for many years, this time I can make them believe me" Kristinov stands up, moving the chair away from him as he stood quickly while pointing his finger out, directing to the vast ceiling. "Accurate but where should we start? Your mage is still asleep" Jhàrold hooked his gaze at Aerline while laying his shoulder above the short shelf that is filled with unman potions. "We can start this tomorrow" Aerline stands as well while holding the coverings to wrap and to halt herself from shivering from chillness. Jhàrold will slumber above the slab of the bench that is stood at the right corner nigh the wall.
"I will sleep on the floor" Kristinov said while both of them striding above the spiral stairs. "It will be very dissatisfactory if I see you slumbering above the floor" She said while putting her chin up to see the viewpoint of Kristinov as she felt embarrassed truly - letting the man who helped Connart and helps her twice, sleeps on the floor will be disrespectful towards her. "I will get some sheets" He said after he peered through her eyes deeply, telling the truth before he twirled his head to stare at her shortly. "No I-" Aerline was cut off by Kristinov "I will be good" he said as both of them stand the end of the stairs.
Aerline quickly ran to the guest's door to empty the door for him, she jogged like she was tiptoeing. "You do not have to do that, Lynx" Kristinov said emotionlessly, arriving in after he thank Aerline standing beside the verge of the door. The room was neat, a small bed that only Aerline can fit above was in the middle of the room. Five candles were already lighted up from side to side by the mage. One window was behind the bed, exact middle. They can see the moonlight through the drizzle, stars are dim afar, fuliginous crawls the firmament though, and the breeze of chillness enters the window nevertheless. Kristinov drag some spare sheets above the covering and then laid them above the floor as well as one soft pillow. He dropped his body to the floor and then started to stretch his arms and legs to sleep.
Aerline was dulcify by how kind Kristinov will be to all and her, he brings blithe at last but never gave his sunshine to himself. Kristinov was dozing backward away from the bed. She blows all candles that are lighted to endorse their way. The place was now slightly stygian, but the little glint of the twilight shines through her bed. She sat above the bed, swiveling her legs to go inside the sheets following her torso and lay her head above the pillow with twice comfort and finally peace. "Sleep tight, Lynx" Kristinov whispered, she quickly move to gaped Kristinov was not fully asleep yet and his body was still not facing her bed as well Aerline. "Good night Sir" Aerline said with a soft faded tone while her hands are below her cheeks with a slightly reddened face below her freckles, her feet were moving from side to side and her hair was bestrew above the pillow looking like she was spilled myriad inks and stem of the evening scattered the pale clouds. "I apologize for what I have done to this innocent world" Kristinov asked for forgiveness, he brings death to this world and accomplished many sins over many decades. "Everything will be just fine, that will be solved tomorrow" Aerline said as a sign of acceptance but the Knight is already a slumber and did not reply even a single word so she doze herself to sleep for the great day will come. The world will be saved from darkness.
The crack of cockcrow above, the flash of morning sun shines Connart a good morrow. The destruction of the great wolf brings is now on every mage's hands to clean it up and erect a new life and the beginning from an incredible start protecting Connart. The birds began to sing as they sat above branches, and the crinkling from the morning breeze - pushed the leaves. The unhurried waves from the stream knock the pebbles slightly. The quidnunc mages at the market and chaotic village. They whisper and chat happily while all together assemble a fresh life. Vëctlör was not in his tower, he was preparing the steed at the mead while Aerline occurred stewing oatmeal for their breakfast ere getting on their journey. The ether sky prevailed fresh and clear, it corresponds to the sea-girt faultlessly.
Kristin rubs his sights, slowly lifting his body away from the sheets laid above the floor. He peered at the morning outside, chirps he hark, gazing at the cacophonous bird hanging on the sill window. Morrow shines above ether. Patting his chest to his abdomen to peel off the wrinkles on his vesture. Messy hair breathed into his brume strands, he stood to see Aerline is gone and already cleaned her mess and the crumple of the coverings of the bed. The armor of his is already laved up it was shiny and shimmered. The glints of the sun strike the sheets and floor - he gazes at the particles drifting below and above the air. He took the cuisses and greaves firstly ere the chest plate and gauntlets. The helmet was above the table as well as the bucket with water and cloth. "I thank thee truly Lynx" He whispered with a slight curl raising to his upper lip as he saw water in the old silver chalice. He sank the cloth in the bucket with water and then wring the cloth to parched to rinse his visage. He is fully armored after cleaning himself with a cloth. 
"Good morrow, Sir Fenock, Oatmeal is fully cooked and prepared to serve for you" Aerline said while she passed the bowl to Kristinov with a big blithe smile. Kristinov looked down to see a flower at the side of the bowl that stood above the long metal charger plate. Her gaze was shut with a big smile that gave rise to the Knight to smile but did not wish to exhibit it to her as well Jhàrold was already up, preparing the steed for the journey. "Where we start, hotshot" Jhàrold said while his hand are on the fauld with a grin and a wink. "Let us start with the recent ones that are much better where we began to start to rewrite this world" Aerline said while gazing at Kristinov with an aquiver finger stroking one another from pressure. "The others are fallen because it happened long ago, the others are abandoned, sank and vanished and the others are not yet solely perished" Kristinov added some words for the plan.
"Let us start Klaustrichane Realm, second to Estonia and lastly to Flanniēl" Kristinov said, the place where they will commence to end the darkness that the old Kristinov performed. "Estonia is far" Jhàrold said as he stabbed the edge blade of his glaive above the dirt while his palm are on the pommel. "So let us make it a last mission or quest under a week, let us say more than" Aerline said while her brows are raised with a smile and in the end she pointed her rosy lips between Jhàrold and Kristinov. Both of the Knight agreed to her plan. "I apologize for being late, everyone" The mage, at last, appeared on their meeting ere their journey to save the world. "What is the plan?" The mage asked with a smile that is not a smile but likes uneasy for imploring a question to be responded to that none of them will answer obviously. "I can tell it to you later but you will assist us, am I correct?" Aerline said after she strolled toward Vëctlör to pat his back with a smile nevertheless.
"My Brother will love to come, can we pause for him?" The mage said before they ride their steed. "That will be incredible, I would expect to wait" Aerline said while rocking her body back and forth with a nervousness she inhume within herself. Kristinov whistled to summon his stygian steed, he waited for his companion to saunter through the hedges and stood beside the vast tower. A gallop, all of them heard it inaudibly and as it got closer it becomes aloud. Kristinov snatches the leash apace and rides his steed with a pat ere riding his steed.
"Hey! I am now here, forgive me" The brother of the mage, at last, came with a book he held up that was replenished with spells and more that can assist throughout their journey. Jhàrold hand over his hand to Aerline to ride with his steed at the back of him after espying Vëctlör's brother running late. "It is alright" Aerline said after laying her somewhat frigid pale hand onto Jhárold warm hand to lift her to ride behind him on the steed. The mage and his brother will ride together and Kristinov solitary once again. "We will ride to Klaustrichane Realm lastly to Estonia" Aerline shouted to the brothers and their steeds began to gallop to the approximate Realm will fall from darkness and devastation. Aerline hold onto the Jhàrold's hips while Kristinov peered his sights at them - like he was jealous.
"Estonia is far from our land and it will take more than a day to go there" The mage said exactly from what Jhàrold sans him at their like conference. Aerline bounced her head to the mage as her response while others did not. The villagers of Connaught waved their hands as a farewell and wish they will succeed back to their abode safely as well the trees waving side to side like they were waving at them a safe journey. They passed many houses and trees as their steeds gallop faster. The breeze was chasing them, the soil left a mark on their steeds and they passed many things that has stood from their place with pulchritude.
"Hey, Big Guy! Who is that sh*t dog that almost brings an end to Connart? looks like you know that bastard" Jhàrold yelled to ask Kristinov while their steed saunter normally afterward galloping fast after they passed the spruce forest that is filled with fuliginous below. Moss bestrew the woods, tall grass afar and short ones beside the path. Small black and smoky pebbles existed everywhere on the umber soil. The ether was been covered with brume, looking like it was about to rain, but no downpour happens for an hour as they travel through the hickory forest. On the land they travel was a hill that limited trees prevailed above the slight floriferous blossoms on top of every hill, tall grass that reached the steed's stifle. The blue sky came back at last after they travel from a dark misty forest they were terrified that they believed a drizzle will appear but it was not.
"Kanitanoko" Kristinov responded to Jhàrold's question earlier after they reach the other hill, the Black Knight was thinking, stopping from answering because of like fatigue. "Woah, alright, it took me long enough to stand for that not quite an understandable sh*t" Jhàrold laughed as well did the brothers but slightly. The feeling of blurry and uneasy came back to Kristinov again like the last time. "Kani- what?" Jhàrold asked again with squinching eyes and his upper lips were put forward with confusion. "Tanoko is the end, so it is Kanitanoko" Aerline said after she slapped his armor for disrespecting him Kristinov, she did not chuckle from his mockery. "The monster that is summoned from witchcraft, not natural mysticism, precisely it came from the Malice" The mage supported Aerline's words and Jhàrold believed in it for the valid information about the monster who brings turmoil upon Connart.
"We are here" Kristinov pointed his end of his glaive to the ruined tower above the hill beside the parched and black dried tree - after taking out his sword slowly.
"Klaustrichane?" Aerline asked with astonishment within her eyes and an expression of concern. The brothers replied "Correct" simultaneously they nodded as Aerline turned her head to gaze at them behind. "Let us prepare, I guess" Jhàrold said while peering his eyes to the Knight's plumbless stygian helmet with a disturbance smile.
All of them go down, stomp their sabaton and boots above the dead grass after reaching the nearly fallen realm with their sights stuck to the place with awe. Marbles and bricks everywhere, parched ichor above the grass and unman deceased plants prevailed on the nearly fallen realm. They saw a light inside the house that is untouched but slightly ruined as well as the other houses. "Survivors?" Aerline asked. "Let me try" The mage said, he cast a spell to summon a green haze to detect a warm feeling which is the survivors that withstood from unrest.