It’s back again.
That filthy little creature, he can smell it.
As a Scarion, he must guard the most precious gem in the universe, the heart of the cosmos. Immortal: no weapon can destroy him, except a sword forged with cosmic power. A single piercing through his skull, and his soul will vanish.
His long-peaceful sleep had been disturbed a short time ago. Something moved quickly and silently beyond the slope of the mountain. Scarion sensed danger, he opened his eyes. At that moment, something sharp slashed his face. The rageful Scarion was ready to kill anything that moved. He saw no creature, instead smelled strangeness in the air. He was not alone. After some moments, he was sure the pes...