AngelERenoir

"It's easy, really. You understand? I doubt the darklings expect to capture, say, a dragon." Gyendal closed his eyes and leaned back his head against the cel wall. He was tired, and had no strength to make the boy's chatter stop. He crossed his arms, and firmly remained sitting still. Perhaps pretending to be asleep would deter the brat from expecting a response... "So, to get out of here, we use not-magic POWER!" The boy said that last word with such a triumphant tone, that Gyendal jolted before he could help himself. Blearily, he cracked an eye open and glanced over. The boy grinned back, his bright green eyes seeming to glitter in the g...

Fail once, it's an unfortunate mistake. Fail twice, it's carelessness.  Fail thrice, it's foolishness.  Fail four times...  Ever since Gyendal lost his undead immortality, every decision he made seemed to only lead to doom. With every failure he experienced, he looked back and saw dozens of weak links, and wondered how he could have missed them. The only conclusion he could draw from it was that the mortal mind was inherently inferior.  When the darklings tossed him into the dungeon cel, Gyendal barely managed to catch himself before he hit the floor. His hands already charging with mana, he twisted himself back upright just in time to see...