Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 67

As he ran off, Marina, Sora, Geraldus, and Flarefur trotted off to him. Valverno looked at the Griffin running with them. “Can’t you fly, unlike me?” Valverno asked the Griffin.

“Wish I could,” said Flarefur, “but for some reason I can’t. We Griffin’s aren’t built for running but flying. I don’t know how you earth dwellers can live like this.”

Neither do I, thought Valverno.

The group ran through walkways and narrow alleys. Valverno led the way with Marina right behind him and Geraldus and Flarefur behind the Siren. Sora stayed behind everyone else so that she could keep her eyes out to any creatures that may sneak from behind them like a predator chasing after its prey.

The light above began to shine brighter and Valverno started to wonder where that crevasse would lead up to. He would find out latter where it would lead, but hopefully the surface world would be up through the narrow crevasse.

For a long time they had run, and their stamina was high. But for the Griffin, Flarefur was starting to have problems with traveling again. His joints of his legs sounded like, to him, began to break and couldn’t bear to run away forward. He did mention Griffins are meant for flying not running.

Sora, being the White Knight of Charity, again shared small portions of her power to the Griffin. The power within her was being shared with a creature she never knew ten thousand years ago and don’t know the evolution of the Griffin, but she is what Valverno would say a representative of charity: the act of giving to the needy.

Flarefur was in need to keep running and thanks to Sora’s powerful generosity, the Griffin could be able to run on his legs and run like a lion would. After all, it is believed Griffins are half lions.

After having his joints receive magically enhancements, Flarefur was running like a lion was, but instead of chasing after its prey, the prey was chasing the predator. Very unusual for the hunter to become the hunted, and in Flarefur’s case, the Griffin was the prey and the undead animals were the hunters.

Again they sprinted fast and furious to get away from the oncoming creatures, which seemed to have no end. It wasn’t anything Valverno couldn’t handle, but he never held out against an entire army in the dark. With only a few floating torches around them lighting their way through the narrow alleys and walkways, Valverno and his running companions struggled to keep some distance.

Soon enough, Valverno start to notice the buildings were starting to get smaller and smaller and fewer towers shrunk in size. Crumbled buildings and smashed towers laid to ruins and the group were dashing downhill more than of an uphill slope.

In a large view, the buildings had ceased from view and the group had exited the city’s borders and went onto a flat field with no buildings or towers. They seemly entered in a dried up cornfield transformed into a field of concrete.

They came to an abrupt halt at a staggering cliff. They were about a half mile from the city’s closest buildings and they came to a large open, wide field stretching miles wide and long with a cliff about the same size, miles long and wide and big as the underground city itself.

Over the edge, strange black liquid poured through of a river of this. The river of strange water, if it was water had all, coursed through down below, away from the city and below the cliff’s edge.

Then behind the group the animals had stopped and stayed away from the group. The undead animals snarled and glared with their uneasy eyes, keeping their distance from the group somehow. At first they were chasing the group with sharp teeth, cross-legged, and claws. Then they came to a sudden halt without proceeding any further.

Valverno smiled big. He jumped forward, pulled out the Crystal Sword and pounded his wrists together and an electric shock boomed underground and a shockwave hurled beneath the ground and went toward the failed experimented animals like a mole digging near the ground surface.

The staring and growling animals were blown toward the inner parts of the city. The hybrid’s power rolling beneath the ground hurled the animals back toward the city and then a long rock wall emerged from the impacted city’s borders.

Marina was awe struck by Valverno’s ability to make a shockwave. “I didn’t know you do that.”

Valverno gave his wife a small comforting look. “Neither did I,” he said, returning the sword back to his back. Valverno walked closer to the edge and looked down to see the river of black liquid. He could see it was tainted by evilness, which meant the liquid natural water like from seas and lakes; it was something else.

“What is that?” asked the Griffin.

“It’s called the Pool of Shadows,” said Sora. “It is believed where the great powers of evil is born from. The Titans, Lusìvar, Lusìvar’s minions: Shadow Men. Those specific beings had bathed in the Pool of Shadows.

“Whoever so baths in it and comes out alive will have an evil, corrupted heart with no chance of redemption. You are doomed to the evil afterlife for all time to come

“But what happens if someone baths in it but doesn’t come out, they are doomed to be trapped in the Pool of Shadows forever, walking through an endless maze of eternal blackness. So either way, a person to jump into the Pool will face immediate doom.”

Flarefur looked at Valverno. “She has a vast variety of knowledge than you do. And to think you are the demigod Valverno, and she knows know about you than you know yourself.” The Griffin was trying to hold back on laughing that he mocked the hybrid of his younger sister, who seemed to have more knowledge than he does.

Marina was also trying to hold back a laugh. She turned her back to Valverno and concealing her hiding smile from her demigod husband who was less intelligent than