2865 Wretched Land (Part 3)
Orpal's empty stomach, wounded ego, and lack of human interaction for months had driven him to the brink of insanity, something that she couldn't allow to happen.
Without Orpal, Night had no way to get revenge on Lith and without it, she had nothing left. Her Court had betrayed her, her mother was hunting her down, and the spell to destroy her crystal body was now public knowledge.
'If this moron's mind shatters, everything I've sacrificed so far will be for nothing!' So she had him take a break from his training from time to time and join an Awakened human city.
Orpal had prepared countless aliases for his Balkor copycat plan and his shapeshifting abilities were remarkable. As long as Night remained sealed within his chest, no one would perceive her and on Jiera no one knew his energy signature.
Language wasn't an issue either since the Horseman could speak like a native of any of the biggest countries. Orpal always introduced himself as a rogue Awakened in search of food and shelter after a monster tide had invaded the safety of his lab.
Between his blue core and wretched appearance, it was easy to believe. The guards granted him access, but they also mocked him and called him a coward for hiding like a rat for that long while the rest of the Council fought.
He hated them all, wishing to crush them under his heel, but after months of isolation, the sound of another voice was a balm for his ears, no matter what it said.
Orpal had plenty of money and jewels but those things had no value now. He also possessed magical ingredients, but the last time he had tried to buy food with them, his properties had been seized as an entrance fee.
Human cities on Jiera operated on merits that could only be earned by doing something useful for society. Anyone with a practical skill could exchange their work for merits and buy whatever they needed.
In Orpal's case, Raaz had taught him how to farm while Night how to fight and use magic. He refused to cultivate the land considering it beneath him so the only way he had to earn merits was by fighting.
He would bring the heads of the monsters he killed and be rewarded for it. He would have loved to carry a mountain of corpses and earn the respect that he deemed to deserve but Night cautioned him against it.
'If you show so much strength, people will start wondering why they have never heard about you. If they start to dig into your background, they'll find nothing and no one to back your story, they'll get suspicious.' She said.
'Nonsense. I just need to show them a couple of spells and-'
'Since you never bothered creating your own, you would have to show *my* spells and the rulers of the city might recognize them. We are talking about the cream of the crop of the Awakened society. They are not morons and they know me.'
'Then I'll reveal that I'm a powerful hybrid. My Vurdalak powers-'
'Are more than enough to justify your prowess and have a single call to Garlen expose your identity, you idiot! Anonymity is your best ally so keep your head low and shut up.' Night cut him off and ended the conversation.
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