Hit! A hit came like a wave from behind Alves. The force with which the hit came threw Alves over his head in a somersault. Alves landed on his face, his nose crushing against the hard surface of the big log of tree ahead, which he had collided with. His nose cracked, and he had a ringing in his head at the contact. He could wonder how the man had gotten to him even though he was running with the speed of the wind. But that was the least of his worries at that moment. While he was even on that ill state, he could hear the whooshing and incoming zoom of the throw of the man's heavy arms. The creature. Bang! The creature descended with full force, knees down, hands drawn, and arms swung. But somehow, Alves had retrieved himself from that position. He was no longer there. He had pushed his body to the side and had evaded the ruthless attack. He didn't have much time to get back on his feet. The man was charging at him again. It was as though the creature just wanted to make an end t

"You've made your point."A familiar voice came from behind him. He lifted his face buried in the neck of the giant. His face was decked in black blood of the giant. His nose stuffed, and his mouth was busy. Flesh hanging between the gaps of his teeth. He wanted to plunge his face back in the neck of the giant,"Enough, Jared. Enough!!!"The voice which came this time was very much demanding and authoritative. Alves quickly rose from the giant, turning to the person who had just ordered him and referred to him by his name. "You?"It was Akulia standing before him. Alves' finger was pointed at the fellow. "Let's leave at once."Akulia turned his back on Alves, walking away. "Why did you randomly call me by my name?"Though Alves was still in the form of the Ri, as a giant, yet the conscious mind that dominated the sense of his normal being was on point. "Talk to me! Why?! Are you trying to pick a fight or what? I swear you don't want to take the smoke of this."Akulia didn't stop.

"What causes sleep?"A voice zoomed to Alves as soon his eyes opened. He sat up and looked around him. At first, he didn't see who was talking, but when he looked again, there was an old but lanky man standing not far from him. The man had white flowing beards, which were in knots. His hair was snowy white with strands of blacks. "Do you have an idea, dear son?"The man turned away from him and walked towards something that looked like a throne. A shiny throne carved out of red gold. Alves had never seen anything of such elegance and beauty. The sight alone was breathtaking. HE JUST CALLED ME SON?Though Alves' mind was busy admiring the qualities and beauty of the Palace, he didn't trade the important details. Alves watched the old yet young man settle into the thrown. He quickly looked around him if there was any other person in the Palace. There was no one in sight. His only company was the strange old man. DID THOSE WINGED CREATURES BRING ME HERE? IS HE THE SUPREME MAJESTY? MY

"What is sleep?"The Supreme Majesty asked again, waking Alves from his sleep. Alves sat up suddenly. He looked around him. It was as though he was making an effort to understand what was happening."What causes sleep?"The question came again, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing the Supreme Majesty, he looked around him again. He was in a strange area. Clouds surrounded the both of them, yet the earth was rocky beneath him. He slowly got up on his feet. The Supreme Majesty had his back to him. Alves took careful steps towards the divine creature. "Where am I?""Where are we?"Alves asked intermittently. "What is this place?"When he looked to his front again, the Supreme Majesty was no longer there. Alves was neither surprised nor flustered. He had grown to acknowledge wonders like that. "Do not play the word game, Son."The voice came from behind him this time. He turned to look. "Why do you keep asking me what causes sleep? And what does sleep mean?"Alves arg

Alves was waiting patiently for the arrival of the Prime Minister. No matter how much he tried to dissuade himself from worrying about the punk who had claimed to have his full picture, he just couldn't get the thoughts off his head. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door again. "When did the media get here? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute since the news was broadcast. How could they have arrived here in such a sort space of time?" He murmured, looking through the door. He walked out of the door and headed towards the gate. He was in the compound of the tower. No matter how zealous and intentional the media personnel were, they could never break in. "We are here to meet with the mystery man!" A voice called from outside the compound. "Please, we would love to have a word with you, sir.""Please come answer some of our questions." "We know you are in..."Alves could hear the people calling at him. Leaving the compound premises wouldn't be much of a hassle for h