Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
Alexander passed through the halls with silent steps. He knew exactly where his prize lay within the castle. He was retreaving a sword for a man who was quite strange. All Alexander had been told was that the sword was very important. As for why it was important Alexander didn't care. Just as long as it put food in his belly.
He ghosted down the halls, following a path he had practiced for many times. Anything could go wrong at any moment, and Alexander's every sense was in tune with his surroundings.
He ghosted down the halls, following a path he had practiced for many times. Anything could go wrong at any moment, and Alexander's every sense was in tune with his surroundings.
