|Setting: Kyros Bridge, Stormy Afternoon, around 3 PM|
3 Months after the Graduation Ball
It seems that Diraven[note]God of weather[note] is in a foul mood.
Standing just a few meters into the eastern end of Kyros Bridge, Brett shivered, huddling in his cloak as heavy rain and wind buffeted seemingly from all sides. It was just their luck that a storm had brewed right around the schedule they had set for soldiers from the main base to come and take the demon corpse off their hands.
His four fellow soldiers shivered in their own cloak as they stood against the cart containing their gruesome but precious cargo, hoping for it to break some of the wind’s force. The two horses attached to the cart whinnied in protest as a particularly blinding lightning ripped through the darkened skies.
It actually took them almost an entire week to arrive from Arcane Land due to the heaviness of their cargo and the weather that steadily gotten worse in the last couple of days. He’d hoped to all deities listening that the coming soldiers would have had the sense to bring some extra horses from Tylon or else they’d be having a very slow journey with this weather. They could only spare two of their own because horses are a hot commodity in their area.
“Do you think they’d be able to come today, captain?” One of the soldiers asked Brett over the sound of thunder, rainfall and the waves of the raging ocean crashing against rock.
“I don’t know but here’s to hoping they would!” Brett answered in a raised voice in order to be heard. “The messenger did say that the personnel who received our message promised to gather some soldiers to meet us here today. They might just be running late because of this damned storm.” He hoped to the gods they’d come. He really had no desire to lug this thing back to camp. He would have liked to just take it all the way to the research facilities himself and send the others back but it was not an option.
Despite the world going to hell, bandits and other criminals still existed and would love to get their hands on such an exotic item to sell in the black market. Brett was pretty sure there would be a lot of people who would still be interested despite the possible danger a demon corpse might bring. Yes, despite being dead, Brett believed it was still dangerous as it was still oozing with malevolent aura that creeped him out.
The fact that it was encased in ice and looked quite intact with its...red face contorted in a soundless roar, showing full rows of sharp and deadly fangs, didn’t help matters.
“I think I see them, captain!” A soldier alerted, his hoarse voice being drowned out but the storm. Brett fixed his gaze across the bridge. He could barely see through the sheet of rain pouring from the skies but he thinks he had indeed seen movement in the distance. He just hoped the new arrivals would be the soldiers they were waiting for and not some enterprising bandits.
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