Meanwhile, just a few meters away, Tezka had just reached the children's bedroom.
He had walked his way there without. Warping to have the time to think and cover his inner turmoil as best as he could.
I don't want them to see me upset. This is the consequence of my actions and I won't let it spill on them and burden them with my pain. The Suneater thought as his expression turned as cold and hard as steel.
"Did anything happen during my absence?" He asked the four Eldritches stationed at the four corners of the room.
"No, Lord." Ghazul the Flesh Monger swallowed hard even though it was physically useless. "Not even insects were allowed access. It's been a quiet night."
"Good." Tezka nodded.
His snout was a stone mask and his voice deadpan but everything about him sounded like a promise of pain. The guards were loyal followers of the Master but they were scared nonetheless.
Every muscle fiber and blood vessel of the Suneater was as taught as a bowstring ready to release a dart and the Eldritches felt like a bullseye. Tezka was ready to pounce and they were eager not to become his prey.
He wasn't even paying attention to the Eldritches. His physical and mystical senses were entirely focused on checking the structural integrity of the protective spells and that no one had tampered with them.
Yet the guards were scared.
Tezka's mere heartbeat released a burst of energy, triggering not the Abominations' endless hunger but their instinct to kneel. Every breath he took exerted immense pressure on the Eldritches, suppressing their auras like they were regular humans. "Why are you still here?" Tezka asked after noticing the four guards were staring at him in a daze. "Dismissed."
"Apologies" His voice snapped the Eldritches out of their fright and they rushed away. Only once he was certain to be alone did Tezka open the door and walk through it. Despite their age and no lack of space in the Vastor household, Filia and Frey still shared the same bedroom. After being separated for years and being almost killed more times than any child should, they drew comfort from each other's presence.
From that and Tezka's.
A smile formed on his lupine snout as he noticed the blue fox plushie Frey held and the red one in Filia's arms. Tezka had sewn them himself from his own fur as stand-ins for when he was forced to stay away from the children.
The stuffed foxes were the symbol of his promise. A promise he had come to fulfill. "The summoner clan." The Suneater lowered his gaze in shame. "I haven't heard that name in millennia and hope never to hear it again."
The part about Tezka creating dimensional magic was public knowledge since he had no reason not to brag about it. The summoner clan, instead, was an old legend that Tezka wished long lost.
It was part of a secret that no one, not even Baba Yaga or the Guardians knew. Tezka pre-dated them all and had no will to share or disclose his past, not even with his current allies.
Tezka was different from the rest of the Master's Eldritches. He had never been an arrogant youth. He had never failed to Awaken nor had he rushed his mana core's development too much.
He had been born a Fylgja, not the first of his species, a long, long time ago. Tezka had self-Awakened soon after his mother had finished weaning him and his father had started teaching magic to the litter.
Under Tezka's guidance, his clan had prospered and he had countless children, grandchildren, and grand-grandchildren. Yet not even the mighty and wise Tezka could defeat old age. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
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