Entitlement
Off the cliff Glave fell below then tumbled into the bushes. Â Advent gracefully, the crimson dragon transformed into his nightmare form.
Looking down on Henir's slave, the Crimson King sneered.
"What business you have with me by trying to steal the Knowledge of Avarice?"
Slowly trying to sit up, the injured masked man didn't talk, for he himself, doesn't know the answer to the question. Â
A gut feeling only, he supposed. Â
Perhaps something he might come to a understanding, if he obtained it.
"Mortal made slave." Crouching down to eye level, Perkisas mocked playfully in a low voice.
"Tell me, do you really want this?"
From thin air, in his right palm, formed a bright crystal orb. It was the Knowledge of Avarice.
Heart pounding at the sight of the orb yet, no hint of distraught slips through, for he was devoid of emotion, Glave didn't answer.
"I know all desires." Perkisas' cold voice broke through the silence.
"Conscious or not." he whispers into the masked man's ear.
In a blink of an eye, the Crimson King was no where to be found. Â Glave slowly pulled his body up, left arm clutching his right side of the stomach. Â He looked at his surrounding, Perkisas was really gone.
"fufufu... In..t..eresting...", Glave let out a small chuckle.
Whether his feeling is genuine or not, he takes in this as a sign of amusement.









