CHAPTER ELEVEN – SILVER BARONY After the effects of the vision-inspired sentence died, Prisca took the initiative to speak. “Aria, what exactly did you see?” she asked the Silver Priestess. Aria raised her head. Her pupil-less eyes looked as if they were piercing into the soul of every living thing in the palace. She started recounting her vision in a solemn voice “I saw arrows and swords, daggers and blades of different forms. They struck the hearts of our people. The invaders formed a clustered pattern in the barony. In the middle of that pattern I saw a person. You!” she said, her eyes glowing fiercely. The rest of the council subconsciously looked in the direction of the Baroness. However, they immediately withdrew their gazes except the male seated immediately by her right. His silver hair was shaved by the sides, the rest left standing in a mohawk fashion. His eyes were dark and grave, like he was suppressing a murderous intent within him and he had a huge sword on his back.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN : THE WORLD IS ALSO MINENew Memphis, EgyptIn the Royal Palace “So it’s true” Khalid’s grip on the silver dagger tightened. “You really have turned yourself and your killers into monsters. When I first saw the Blades reanimate after receiving death-worthy attacks, I expected you to be something much more surprising. But I’m disappointed” he and Hasani had begun walking in circles. “Is this the power of your precious gem? He asked. “Turning you into an ugly beast? This is how you want to conquer the world? Your Majesty, I’m disappointed” Hasani laughed. “You are still immature and inexperienced. Just like your father. After I give the Bleeding Seed your blood to its fill, there will be no need for me to drain myself for it. Its thirst will be quenched for eternity. Your blood will satisfy its craving for the blood of its ancestral line of sealers. And I will become a Pharaoh in the true sense of the word. A monarch with the highest power the world can ever imagine”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – ROYAL BLOOD Fierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States “So all this time Marcus has been keeping an eye on us here through you?” Alison asked with her gaze fixed on Felix. Felix smiled and nodded. “It’s an extension of his business after all isn’t it?” he said, playing with the switch on the baton. “Prisca loved you Felix. Like a brother, like a friend. You feel no guilt betraying her?” Alison asked with contempt. “Marcus’ followers are always the most disloyal. And he’s well aware. But that doesn’t mean we won’t fulfill our assignments. He knows that although we serve him for selfish interests, we will carry out our assignments so that he satisfies those selfish interests” Felix explained. “Up until now, no one has ever deterred from these assignments. Until Greyshot. And Marcus will never let that go unpunished. He might not be proactive in it but again, he knows that the Syrian Sons will do a clean job due to the fallen being of their own Felix

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : WINS AND LOSES New Memphis, Egypt Akinis and the Eagle walked towards the throne room. The door was still open. They observed the surroundings carefully before walking into the room. The first thing they saw was Nailah’s dead body. She had Akinis’ blow pipe tightly clenched in her hand. Her face was pale and traces of blood were visible on her nose, eyes, ears and mouth regions. They cautiously looked further past the dead maids on the flood and saw another body on the ground. The body was pale and dried of blood. Its neck was slashed open in a crude manner. They looked at the face and saw the once haughty, bloody and evil Pharaoh. Now he was slain like a sacrificial animal. The last figure was a young man who sat weakly on the steps before the throne. His head was buried in-between his thighs, his hands were clasped together forwardly, caging a red glow in them and his hair was scattered over his face. The duo exchanged looks and increased their vigilance. They

CHAPTER NINETEEN : A LIFE FOR TWO LIVESFierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States Alison struck Felix with her staff once more on his face. He spat out blood involuntarily. His hands were tied apart to different horizontal ends in the weapons room. His head hung downwards as blood dripped from it. Several Maidens stood and watched the scene with contempt directed at Felix. The ones who stood on guard outside or attended to different activities watched the scenario on screens that Alison had them project. They had listened as Alison related the situation to them and Felix admitted shamefully. “You bastard!” she cursed like she was feeling the pain all over again. “Look at their faces!” she instructed gesturing towards the Maidens. “They adored you. The experienced and caring Master Felix” she demonstrated scornfully. “Now they know it was all a façade. A mirage intended to blur out your evil intent!” she whipped him again. Blood oozed out of his nostrils from the impact