'Ohh….the elf attack, the giant monsters and this, do I have the main character's bad luck or some shit?' he thought.
The thought was a joke and a prayer, both thrown into the thin night air and both landing awkwardly on his ribs.
Both of them stepped back, as the stench of blood reeked more, when the gate now opened fully.
Aiden was confused, what the fuck was happening? Was this also in the story, why was a bastard here?
Yes, mixed races were discriminated against as bastards. Suitable name if he had to say.
But he knew more about them. He saw him, with those draconic horns, red eyes with slit pupil, with elven ears. His beauty not matching his but looking good all the same.
The first thing Aiden noticed —, before the muscles in his neck tightened — was the way the light fell on the creature's face.
It caught the cheekbones like thrown metal and made a map of angles. He'd never seen an ugliness so precise that it read like a promise.
