ight at the call of a boisterous v

ng to stifle his sway through memories o

eath h

s' rates

' he thought with his ch

little bold soul. Follow my sh

e recognized who... w

elf onto the depression from the statue – fuelled by the myster

cast his gaze on the statue once again, but h

iving himself time to comprehend just how he

look at me?

oice came again,

01 began to s

aking to him, and

s he to

ht to do

ueen, or their spawn, he had found that when having committed folly tha

t their traps shut, and he

t for this situa

e said, a hint of mockery spilling from its voice. "Very well, answer my

arnate

subtle way in which the statue had almost convinced him to

t convers

tue said once more, rattling the

d, though while dread

d the soldiers,"

was a

hter erupted, start

a fool who died for nothing in your past life, with no profundit

ned silent, weatherin

ire time, but he had seen none of the sand si

ought before scrambling his intent. The enemy

of mirth, the st

that have managed to pass by me weren't normal men in their lifetimes," it said before sneering. "Most of them all fell prey to

the sand around him hurriedly began to

w that under the sand this whole time, there were thousands mor

the Hollow Demonling did not allow h

once again, and he gritted his teeth, grabbing a piece of clot

s before him to some degree, which appealed to what

e sand, kicking against much of it in or

on't! Let me put your frail will and wiry soul to rest! Yours will not take

nling felt hope

as he

de of sand, a mass of it pounded against him, flinging h

as buried

truggled intensel

med to be

ty for breath. No p

to die amongst

is this?!' he scr

screamed from abov

g at the sand, but he soo

as o

ice was

t have faced the st

chosen the path to beco

t.

thing hard grip him by the arm, and pull him with immense strength. For

ard a sorrowful voice speak in his ear and was

g us, however little,

and channels the dwindling r

ived Enchanted