Verdyn’s Territory, Land of walking dead. As the time goes on, the land didn’t have the darkness that normally occurs when the day was well-spent and an indication for a rest but according to Heith’s body clock, a day already passed with their continuous battle from Timothy to Verdyn who is looking fresh and not that ragged like him and Mattheus. They couldn’t be called a noble or someone with a family of prestige. Dust on the clothes or dirt that already dried from dodging or intentional taking the attack, they looked worse than a commoner. But they don’t have that in mind because they both are getting tired. Mattheus in expending his mana pool while Heith from controlling two power that is new to him. His mana pool is too large for him to tire now. Using a telepathy spell, Heith continuously dodge the arrows that Verdyn conjured while dealing with the balls he continuously shot towards him.  &ldqu

----Verdyn. I thought of the Skyscraper as people-loving and a land of happiness but I never thought that such benevolence has a set price to take. All good things has such price and so I did bad for a change and that is truly satisfying. But I still couldn’t fill this empty feeling. It’s crawling, rooted in the deepest of my body and whispering that I should do more that I always and every time submit into. I’m tired. I got recognized from a very young age and was entrusted with a lot of responsibilities that I didn’t fails to fulfill. But such was just drawing a clear line to people to be mindful of their standing with mine giving me a childhood filled with adults and responsibilities. I don’t like that. But I keep on reaching more and more until the crown given me a role that would rob me of everything I t

“Come again? You, will what? Accepted his offer to be his disciple? I thought…Haa…” Sitting in the drawing room and receiving the most comfortable guest they are having in the middle of the night, Cerbero is rubbing his forehead and calming the nerves that being agitated by what he is hearing this late of the night.   Cygne jabbed Mattheus on the side and eyed him to better shut his mouth before he could rip it off for him but Mattheus misunderstood it as something him being shy of him stepping up and saying what they had decided to tell them. It made him grin like a dog and Cygne pisses more.   “For how long is that plan to get out of the world and be this lovey dovey like this in front of me?” Cygne glared at Cerbero who he ignored and just looked at Mattheus who is beginning to get intimidated with the pressure he is feeling from Cerbero’s stares. Thanato which is right in front of them was glaring and Cygne don’t know how or where to sta

Thourne Mansion, Florence Capital.   “Do you have no house to live with that’s why you are here feeling so welcome without even needing the head to greet you? How comfortable you are?” Cygne with his usual grumpy remarks and scorn towards Mattheus that is simply watching him practice his magic. They are at the separate place in which the family does sparring and training, either alone or with others. Experiments and formulation of new techniques had gone into this place and multiple newly created attacks and that is all thanks for Ki Lin who didn’t waste any idle moments of his life and went to this place whenever he finishes his work or has free time. Cerbero is very much satisfied with it and no one voices out their displeasure…even Tien. He prefer that his child to learn more on his own that him giving pointers and guides.   But Cygne think otherwise, as someone with the same ‘don’t bother me’ syndrome, he could tell that Tien just avoidi

Memories cannot be retrieved. Mind in a fog, mist are blocking the sight. The things to unfold will never throw the mind out but inevitable, inevitable time will flow. The mad, clowns and victim all in one room, trying to fit like puzzle pieces of the whole picture but will never eventually get to the end. Lying eyes could clearly capture how the clowns went to feet and getting ready for the fight for greatness. Helpless, eyes followed every steps while still chained unchained. Mind’s a greater enemy. Submitting to one will lead to the destruction of one self. Right now, the chained is being led with it. No chance that will be set free but time will tell and all shall fall fit. Wonder and think, why do they fight for something they couldn’t reach? Mind’s in chaos, help the poor survivor. Chained and couldn’t find a way out of dear life. But one thing is clear clowns went all to the mad that fight till the bitter end.