I decided to completely ignore Mordred’s nonsense and continue on my own accord walking down the shuddering junctions and corners. Perform a massacre? Just to get information?! Vampires might be more frightening entities than I anticipated. If my ‘ancestors’ all followed Mordred’s advice... the past of the curse bearers sounds grim. The streets were empty; not because there were no people, but because they were all avoiding me like the plague. ‘I first need to know what this suit is... gangsters? mafia? murderers, hell even assassins...?’ there is a reason why people fear this outfit and I need to know. If it is going to be a hindrance, then someone needs to die and hand over their clothes to me since I’m not going to walk around bloody naked again. My first destination was one of those 'guilds' that the man called German Crunch talked about. I imagine it is a building of sorts. There were several in the vicinity alongside small shacks and subterranean facilities. I know because st

Ruphelia is the only ‘friend’ we had in this place.When Ana and I were confused over this entire situation and disgruntled, she was the only one that didn’t come with ‘demands’. According to the apostles, we were supposed to become strong enough to support ‘his majesty’ in his battle against the demons, especially the ‘Western Queen’.For that, we had to go through rigorous courses and training, using magic we didn’t even know we had, starlight magic. “There is the Dagellan Empire to the top of the mainland Starcrest. To the south, there is the Eugenic Kingdom and the Forlon Theocracy, the Harrow community is a group of small kingdoms that don’t want to be subjected to either the Starlight Empire or the Dagellan Empire.” Ruphelia was steadfast in teaching us about this word, saying that the heroes and saintesses were summoned only in times of crisis and that the last time was perhaps a few thousand years ago. “The last hero to be summoned was a beautiful silver dragon from a fara

“I may have to get involved, Zaforia…” His words were as subtle as a quiet pool of sacred water, intentions… as wicked as the strongest demon in existence. Even Zaforia couldn’t help but frown at his words, the reason they were flying high above, uninvolved, was because if they were to fight in here… no city would remain. For Zaforia, William’s presence meant that if she made a move, her avatar would be no more, a small part of her soul was not enough to defeat the Starlight Emperor. For William, Zaforia’s presence meant this city was at risk of being destroyed if she engaged, to obliterate this humongous capital, her avatar was enough, he could destroy it after a tough battle, but not prevent it from destroying the city with the infamous toxic abyss.Their existence in the same place was a deadlock, Zaforia knew exactly what she was doing, saving Alastor’s girls from this place wasn’t an easy feat. In the end, she lay down her words wisely. “What? are you going to slaughter your