VEIL RIFT: CONSPIRACY'S BIRTH
Another night and more echoes of death. Rykar’s world swims with the hues of red and black now. The cries of the dead heavy on his ears, he can’t help but see the blood running along the streets. The world continues to be thrown further into chaos. When would it end?
"Where the hell is he?" He turns to the starlit sky as he moves through the night, his feet swift as the wind. "I know you're close Gerad. Don’t cower in the shadows." He'd followed his target from the States but had lost him the night he’d entered San Pedro. Still, his scent was strong. Their last battle he'd gotten the upper hand and left a mark on his adversary, a needed advantage. The wound wouldn’t vanish, regardless of how strong his enemy's magic was.
His mind drew back to Arieana’s words, their truth worth more than most of his training had been. “Keep this with you at all times. Coat your blades. Do not fight without it.” He’d believed her and never once forgot. Their race was strong and could heal fast, but her concoction had proved to slow that process. That small edge was more than enough.