Sky was remembering the same darkness in the beloved abode of Hades that until now, haven't contacted him yet.  Yes, he is thankful that he rescued him from that hot tempered sun but it has been many years and being strong like him, it is not reasonable for him to recuperate for that long or maybe, there is something going on? "Sky look! Loooook!" Melody pointed left and Sky is not joking, all he could see was black and his sight couldn't penetrate beyond. The kid notices this and puffed his cheeks until it reddens and seeing this, Sky scratches the back of his head and started putting mana on his eyes which quickly enhances it so that he could see the horde of monsters below them reaching to their feet in silence. The hair in his body automatically stood up and he gulped the surprise down his throat before he could attract more attention. Melody reaches to the hem of his shirt and he brought back his stares to him. He quivered his lips

A long silence had engulped them. Sky was staring to vast nothingness with his enhanced eyes.  Is what he did the right thing? Or is it something he had done out of his whim? His silence is eating him and seeing that the earlier snarl and growl of monsters below them are nothing now, it seems like he completely eradicated them. He took a breath and his lungs ballooned before it deflated after releasing the air he caged in for a while. Is it from relief? A sigh of guilt? But what robbed him of his thoughts was when Melody flew high on top of his head and patted it with a smile that could cure a broken heart.  Why would he succumbed to such weakness and thoughts? He made the action knowing full well what he needed to take consequences of. So why is he drowning into thoughts that had already given an answer already? Sky chuckled that made Melody giggled as well for mistooking it because of what he did but partiall

The inside of the house that Sky made of clay wasn’t that bad. His mastery in carpentry and molding had been in maximum and so he could be considered as one of the greatest builder in the empire. Even though the outer walls of the house are not accommodating and so rough, the inside felt like being in a prestige presidential suite in his past life. There is fabric hanging on the windows he made for ventilations and they are locked windows for security. Each possible entrance was enchanted with alarm and defensive barrier so that possible attacks wouldn’t hit them. There’s a maximum of ten rooms and there is three bathrooms for them not to wait for turns. The kitchen is wide enough for a family to go around and furniture are already laid place like it was made prepared for so many days. Currently they are cleaning the children that are