The Primordial Record novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468 Myrdas

The figure adjusted their clothes and looked around, and then towards the horizon as a growing sandstorm was approaching. The figure turned and looked at the Runethors left behind, this storm was going to peel their flesh from the bones if they did not help.

The figure paused and then making a decision threw crystalized Aether at the Runethors, the two majestic animals seemed to be intelligent as they nodded at the figure and munched on the Aether Crystals.

A moment later they turned towards the storm and neighed in defiance as brown light blazed from their bodies as they waited for the storm to hit.

With quick steps, the figure entered the building ahead and pushed through the rotating wooden door which was almost falling from its hinges. The place appeared to be a bar but there were no occupants except for a single man whose head was placed on the counter and from the snores emanating from the figure, was deep in sleep.

The man had a face that had a weathered look on it as if he had lived under the sun for decades, he had multiple scars on his face and his blond stringy hair had been bleached by the sum until it was nearly white.

Behind the man was a bloody knife that was hung on the wall. The knife must have seen intense use as the blade was chipped and there was dried blood caked heavily on it, with pieces of hair stuck near the hilt of the blade.

Reaching the counter, the hooded figure knocked sharply but received no replies. After waiting for a while the hooded figure knocked on the countertop again, but this time the knock was accompanied by a flash of lightning that jolted the sleeping man awake.

"What!" The man called out harshly, "Why are you interrupting my bloody rest?"

"I am looking for someone." The hooded figure spoke softly.

The eyes of the man squinted as if trying to see through the hood of the inquirer before coughing and spitting out phlegm that was red with blood on the counter where he used his sleeves to clean it up.

At that very moment, the sandstorm hit with a loud boom like a meteorite slamming into the ground and the building shook. The hooded figure was about to turn to see what was happening outside but they were interrupted by the man behind the counter,

"Well, don't just stand there, who are you looking for?"

"I am looking for Mydas." The hooded figure spoke.

"Really? Wow, finally that bitch has a contract after all this time. Damnit, I lost the bet. So that would mean I have to lose half my liver…. Fuck!"

The man turned around and retrieved the blade behind him, and unceremoniously thrust the blade into his stomach, he grunted in pain as he began to saw into it with a maniacal frenzy.

His eyes were popping out due to the pain, and sweat was popping out on his forehead, and with blood spraying out everywhere including on the hooded figure who flinched, he successfully cut out half of his liver, and dumped it on the counter. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}