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Lucian felt his heart racing as he grabbed one of the men with the swiftness of a seasoned interrogator. There was sudden terror there, the man not comprehending what was happening to him as Lucian began barking in his face, “Is there dirt here? Any place where there could be dirt!?”
“Y-yes!” The man garbled out with unnatural fear. Lucian could see his fellow also quaking in fear, but not at the sight of Lucian bullying his fellow but the opened crate. The man’s eyes began to unfocus as the terror was settling in.
“Where!?” Lucian shook the man, trying to get his attention upon him long enough for the man to snap from the terror.
“The Ballast!” He shouted with fear clutching his throat, “U-under the floor!”
Without a thought Lucian released the man, not even staying there for a second to watch as he collapsed onto the ground paralyzed with fear. Lucian could not blame him for the air was heavy with fear. The winds of Shysh were being brought into the area as if someone was preparing themselves for a great return.
The vessel was not terribly deep, Lucian having to go down two more decks of the vessel as fast as he could. As he ran he could see men either paralyzed with fear or running from the area to get higher ground. They should, and in truth if they valued their lives they would throw themselves overboard to a holding where their lives could last that little bit longer.
Lucian had a feeling that the seas were far less dangerous than what he was about to run himself into.
There, under the last stairs, he saw the squatting form of the fool dragging a large crate from a place. Without any hesitation Lucian threw himself in the direction of the bastard, slamming his fist into the fat man’s stomach and putting a blow so hard that he slammed into the crates he already moved. Lucian watched as dirt ran from the opening. Displaced dirt…
HIs hands quickly threw themselves onto the final crate, a heavy tug from his muscles causing the final crate to move just enough to the side to expose the wound the fool had done to the vessel. To the ballast that should have been completely filled with dirt.
Instead Lucian started at a coffin. The man shattered the top of his with a mighty blow of his fist and he ripped what he could see to silver hair.
The Black Knight, after nearly two years since the event that took the life of his people. Having climbed the social ladder that should have been too steeped to even ascend. He who had killed monsters and demons who threatened the livelihood of cities, stared at the first monster he had ever witnessed.
Then, her eyes opened.
