In the house, just moments before the fire the silence before the storm…
The room was silent ignil and silver just looking at each other waiting for a move then the fire the fears all go in one waiting for ignil to make the choice that was confidence move from silver knowing what ignil would do as a khinght. The air shimmered with magic as Ignil stood tall, his voice steady. "Begin the spell."
Light gathered around him, seeping in like mist from his comrade's source—Silver's castle. It started small: a silver glow, delicate and soft like moonlight. Then, without warning, it burst outwards, covering every thing before the black flames reash them.
The black flames consumed the house. Leaving nothing behind just a broken tile,a ruinedHouse
People stirred from their daze, confused, blinking as though waking from a dream, trying to understand what happened and why the house that's once was palace knows it's just a ghost of a majestic palace the memories
The art that once was a jewelry in the walls
know everything is a memories of a time long lost.
Robert was the first to speak. He turned to Ignil, his voice clipped but urgent. "Get the knights. Prepare yourself. We follow him—before he reaches the Temple we will correct that mistake."
Ignil nodded sharply. "Understood."
Elsa stepped forward, her face pale, eyes trembling with the weight of realization. "I can't believe it… What happened last years… what I did in that house… around Silver around every one…" Her voice cracked. "He was my son they was my..."
Before she could continue, Ignil interrupted, his voice low and certain. "It was Silver. He prepared the spell. He has a way of bending those around him… warping them into madness every one was victims for his actions."
Robert's tone was steady, but there was a tremble beneath it. "Let's go before to late for silver to fall down to the chaos seeker."
Ignil turned to the knights. "Prepare yourselves. We move in just a few minutes!"
Outside, Silver stood alone, staring at the house now aflame. The fire crackled behind him.
"So… that's how he acts," he said softly, his silver eyes reflecting the blaze.
A voice crackled in the fire beside him—the Black Flames. "Fools like him don't understand help. They cling to their illusions."
Silver replied calmly, "That's how khinght like ignil act."
The Black Flames hissed. "I'm collecting my power. I'll wait in the Chaos Temple. You'll join me soon come before they catch you save this world with us ."
Silver turned, determination firm in his tone. "I will guide the world. I will help it that my duties."
"No violence… not until you reach the Temple," the Black Flames warned. "They'll be hunting you. And this world—this world is far bigger than your dreams far dangerous to you act alone."
Silver nodded, turning to the shadows. "Let's go, Emily."
"Yes, Master," Emily replied with a bow.
They vanished into the forest.
Hours passed. Silver wandered, letting the forest embrace him. Birds chirped overhead, and the wind brushed the trees gently. He paused when he noticed smoke in the distance—no campfire, but a bandit camp.
From the trees, he watched.
A strong bandit stood tall, axe in hand, mismatched armor clanking. "Hand over your clothes! Jewelry! Gold! Everything!" he shouted.
A bandits speak this is our boss the greedy Axe we don't let's a thing when we steel
Another bandit, lean and sneering, stepped forward, dagger twirling. "but Today's your lucky day! We the mans keep his underwear, and the woman gets to leave fully clothed. We're gentlemen aren't we !"
Laughter echoed through the clearing.
The merchant stood frozen. Blonde hair disheveled, sweat clinging to his brow. He muttered, "I didn't insure the goods… I was greedy I see that's my punishment."
One of the bandits jeered, "Then learn your lesson, greedy merchant don't do well in there life!"
The axe-wielder laughed. "Take the goods. Leave them with their clothes."
Another bandit looked inside the cart. "Food and fine stuff. All real."
High in the tree, Silver watched silently. "Smart merchant," he whispered. "He changed the mood with a joke. But the real goods… are hidden in their clothes. Magical items sure this world is full of smartness ."
Then the forest shifted. A calm, humming voice drifted through the air. An old man appeared.
He was tall, barefoot, wrapped in a white cloak, his long beard fluttering gently. His presence alone stilled the air.
One of the bandits shouted, "Ho-ho! Another walking wallet this is our lucky day!"
The old man smiled, unfazed. "You will have nothing from me."
The bandits hesitated as a strange aura surrounded him—silent, powerful.
"I have nothing to give," the old man continued. "I carry no weight. I am only a wanderer.
The old man speak to them and said" there nothing deserve to be carried in this world remember,once you abandoned every thing in this world you wiil get all the world"
He bandits stepped closer,to him.
"Who is this crazy old man?" one bandit mumbled. "Forget him. Let him go that the what the boss said."
But Silver, watching from the trees, smiled faintly. "The world… it truly wants to be saved."
He turned to Emily. "Let's do our best."
Emily replied brightly, "Fighting, Master Silver! We can do it!"
But then—a voice pierced the woods.
"Stop right there!"
Ignil burst into the clearing, Robert at his side. Their armor glinted in the sunlight.
The merchant gasped, "Sir Robert!"
Robert stepped forward. "Francis?"
The merchant ran to him. "It's been so long…"
Silver narrowed his eyes. "They followed me. Of course. They're using some kind of tracking magic."
He turned to Emily. "We move."
Emily lifted him easily and leapt into the trees. They darted through the canopy, swift as wind.
Ignil's eyes locked on them instantly. "There! Follow on foot! The horses can't move through these woods!"
He called out, "Silver! Let Emily go and save her from all this madness. Come back with us. There's still time for you !"
Silver shouted back, his voice raw. "Damn you, Ignil! You've always been my biggest worry!"
Ignil smirked, running faster. "Then maybe I was right about you all along."
Silver said to ignil damn to you
what i should do know looking at ignil getting closer
Ignil smile back