Impiex

„And now, ladies and gentlemen, welcome the last remaining fight of the round of 16 of the 15th great tournament!" The voice of the commentator echoed through the whole arena. The cheering shouts of the audience made the stone benches vibrate and the air feel like a soft breeze in summer. It was the calm before the storm. "For the first time since the 9th great tournament, two dark elves are facing each other in the round of 16! Let's greet the first of them: Here comes Ator 'Blacky' Faberra!" The silhouette of a person appeared in the darkness of the tunnel across from me. There was about 60 meters distance between him and Grydion,

Six months passed since we got to know each other. You rescued me and pulled me out of my desperation and out of my ocean of depression. You asked me to wait for you. But then… You were gone. Where are you now? How can you come back? If you are reading this… Then you should know: I wait for you.

The tall man stood in the snow. The darkness of the night was surrounding him. The fact that his black coat seemed to disappear in the darkness seemed to amuse him. He was leaning against the wall of a dirty, old house that was in a sharp contrast to his well-kept appearance. Suddenly his green eyes opened and he shook his dark-blue-haired head while he searched for his mobile. "Remember your mortality, because otherwise, life will remind you.  No one will be spared." Silence. The tall man listened carefully to the speaker, but seemed to be distracted by still enjoying the cold air as he watched the silvery clouds that left his mouth wi