Veskos wandered the streets of Uthlyn, looking at the humans around him. They seemed so blissful. But when he read their thoughts, they were in turmoil. All of them.
Suffering everywhere. He couldn't find crime though. He didn't want to find crime. But these people were suffering. The Civil War was taking it's toll on people. Well, some people called it that. Others called it a political stalemate, whereas Veskos called it annoy and pointless.
Mages made good edible souls, powerful souls. They ma-
A powerful soul, the smell coming from outside the city. He followed it briskly, not wanting to seem too eager. After all, a masked man running through the city streets with a daitō strapped to his back would look rather suspicious. And he could always feed on the soul of some high society snob.
As he exited the city and rrived at where the smell was strongest, he looked around for the source. He looked around, feeling the tell tale sting of something Holy nearby. The place seemed to shine gold as he examined it, wondering what was emitting the light.
Then he saw the golden man, and felt his eyes burning in the bright sunset light reflected off the golem's body. Or at least, it looked like a golem...
