"I have a message from the Sol King," the premier suddenly cried out.
He had come prepared for things to become this bad. King Harald's temper was well known. He had no qualms when it came to killing, and all it took was the slightest insult.
The principal and the king froze at these words. Since the premier had a message from the Sol King himself, this meant that the king was paying attention to the situation. Even King Harald, who was overcome with anger, had to stop his actions and think about what to do next. The darkness that had covered the skies receded, and the principal calmed down.
The premier threw a small magic device towards King Harald. He grabbed it and closed his eyes for a few seconds. This device sent the Sol King's message directly into his mind.
The Sol King's message was very simple.
The king reminded Harald to remember that he was not alone.
The message was a warning and also a threat. King Harald was indeed the king of the Draugr and also the Night King. If he were to start a war, he was sure to bring death to his people. Even if he ended up winning the war, his forces would be far too weak to remain among the most powerful forces among the Otherkind. The other clans would no doubt take that chance to wipe out the Draugr and the other clans of the children of night.
There was also a chance that he would lose the war, and this way, the consequences would be even more severe for his people. Even though the Night King was a sinister figure who cared little for the lives of others, he still cared about his people, and the Sol King was sure that this was enough to get him to think before doing anything too crazy.
King Harald was less than pleased that the Sol King threatened him.
Still, he had to remember that the Sol King was the most powerful Otherkind on the Mortal Plane.
Harald grunted as he glared at the principal. "If I find out that you had something to do with what has happened, I promise you nothing but war. Not even the Sol King will stop my rage at that moment." After saying these ominous words, the Night King used second step and disappeared in an explosion of water. The water splashed on the principal, drenching her from head to toe. She was fuming with rage. The premier wanted to laugh but he held himself back.
"Should I be worried?" the premier asked slowly, making sure that the seriousness of the situation was not underestimated.
The principal used her soul to dry herself before she looked at the premier.
"That girl pissed off too many people. I do not need to do anything for her to suffer the karma she sowed."
The premier agreed with these words. Hildr had a knack for making enemies. Even he was plotting against her.
"Do you know why I am doing this to you?" Stevens asked Hildr, who was still tied to the ceiling with her legs dangling to the floor.
Her clothes were ripped into shreds. Fortunately, her blue underwear was still intact.
Her wounds had already healed, and she was back to her perfect self.
She looked at the man who had cut her in half just a few hours ago.
Stevens was playing around with his long sword as he spoke.
He was very focused on the blood that was wiggling around on his sword. This was Hildr's blood. It had a life of its own.
"Why don't you tell me why you think that cutting me up will get you anything?" she answered with a question of her own. Stevens laughed.
"When people usually say that, 'your arrogance will be your downfall,' I do not believe them, just like many of the other things they say, but in your case, arrogance will truly be your downfall."
From these words, Hildr understood that the man before her had no intention of letting her leave this place alive.
Still, she did not show any change in expression on her face.
"What I want is for you to understand the value of life. I want you to grasp the facts of your existence so that you can understand my pain."
Hildr remained calm, but she made sure to show hints of fear on her face. She quickly hid this fear.
Stevens smiled at this.
'Just as expected, he wants to see me fall into despair, beg for my life in pain before he can decide to kill me,' Hildr thought.
Hildr ignored Stevens, who continued with his monologue like some kind of evil mastermind. He described in detail how he planned on torturing Hildr until all she knew was pain. Hildr cooperated with his foolishness by increasing the level of fear she showed on her face.
She wanted him to continue speaking for as long as possible. She was buying time to figure out a plan.
After his speech about blood and pain, Stevens stood up and swung his sword around, showing off a few fancy sword moves. He then pounced on Hildr and cut off her left leg in a single swift motion. Hildr felt pain move through her body. She did not hold in the pain, even though she could. She cried out as though she was on the verge of death. This was a scream one would expect from a soul in hell, and yet it was now on the mortal plane.
Blood splashed on the cracked dull walls and the floor.
Stevens looked at his sword as though examining its sharpness.
He ignored the screams, but inwardly, he was pleased that the bitch that had caused him so much pain was finally getting her well-deserved karma.
"I have always loved the sword. I forged this sword as my Anima, and it had never disappointed me," said Stevens.
When Hildr heard about Anima, she looked closer at the sword. The sword, in combination with the move Stevens had just used, allowed Hildr to finally remember who he was.
She remembered becoming enemies with some low-level captain when she first entered the city. She remembered what she had forced him to do under the influence of her Beguiling Eye.
She had not looked into this man after the incident, but she now remembered him and why he would be so pissed at her.