In the center of Cyprus was a vast, rocky landscape. Isolated from the rest of the country by water on all sides, an ancient, primitive forest could be seen encircling a tall blue-gray mountain that stretched into the clouds. Bellowing mist swirled around the mountain, and shrouded the numerous trees and wild vegetation in a mystical haze. A few miles from the forest stood a stone mansion half as tall as the mountain. Obstructed outside the mansion, hordes of zombies banged on a towering steel gate, their animalistic growls filling the air. On the other side of the gate, a few inches from the zombie horde, severed arms and legs were strewn about. This was Sapphire Island. "Brother, what do we do now? Our trick only managed to draw some of the zombies away. What should we do with the remaining horde?" A weak voice with the high pitch of a young female sounded a small distance from the steel gate. "If we must, we'll sacrifice another. But we will not die here." A deep male voice wit

Heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach, Brad warily crawled to his knees and studied this new foe through hooded eyes. A female clad in black with knee-length black hair, and the cleanest complexion he had ever seen, led the group. Beautiful. That was the first word that entered his mind when he saw her picturesque features. He was illiterate and his vocabulary limited. But even if he was educated, he was certain he wouldn't have found a more perfect word to accurately convey the beauty of the woman before him. She looked delicate, but her steps carried graceful majesty. Her waist was so slender he felt he could cover it with one hand. But years of experience told him she was no easy picking. One look in her violet orbs, and his courage wilted as easily as a flower caught in a blaze. 'No. She is no easy picking.' Brad decided to tread with caution. "Marcus, Celio, anchor the boats and make sure you hide them in a place where no one can find them." Ella paused and sent a few

There were some matters in life that took a lifetime to comprehend. Others took only a glance to understand. For Charlie, Ella was a mystery he couldn't see through. His lighting superpower gave him the ability to see auras. People who were vile and sinister, like Kuram and Stacy, had a cloak of gray fog hovering over their heads. Some, like Kiera, had a mixture of white and gray fog, which he believed to be neutral, neither good nor bad. As for Ella...she was an anomaly. No fog to show whether she was a good or bad person, making it difficult for him to decide what kind of person she was. But it was this inability to see through that made him want to stick around her. "Cha...Charlie...what the hell are you saying? You want to stay with her? I never knew you were the ungrateful type!" Kiera hissed, nostrils flaring as orange sparks flickered on her hands. Whether it was from rage or embarrassment, Charlie didn't know. And truthfully? He didn't care. "Who's ungrateful? Kiera, if

"Compared to those pack of wolves, I'm merely a small fry." Brad smiled bitterly. Ella shot another zombie in the head and glanced at the convict. "If you're considered a small fry, I don't want to find out what those wolves are capable of." She sniggered. "Seriously, I'm not joking or saying this to scare you. If you ever encounter one of those convicts, either shoot them in the head or steer clear of their sight. They are the real deal." Brad reiterated with a grave expression. As a man who sold drugs for a living, he knew he was a bad guy headed for hell. But compared to the cold-blooded and savage criminals held on this island, he would be considered an angel. And maybe it was because he hadn't blackened to the core that he didn't want such a kind and beautiful woman to encounter those beasts. Ella felt amused. For a criminal, Brad was quite a softy. "Alright, I understand. I'll avoid the convicts like a plague." She relented. It's been more than a few hours since Kiera and

Oppressive pressure rippled from her body in undulating waves. It pressed on their chests and made it difficult for them to breathe. Subconsciously drawing back, the four males and the female watched their companion with complicated expressions on their faces. They were all the same, ordinary humans who evolved in the storm of the apocalypse. But why did it feel as if the woman hovering in the air was different from them? She, like them, awakened with a superpower when the meteor descended. Their strength and growth should've been on the same wavelength, but facts and circumstances proved otherwise. Celio gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tight that his nails pierced through the flesh of his palms. His eyes exuded frost, so cold they seemed to be carved from ice. Why was this happening? It was clearly different from his previous life! After surviving 5 years in a world without laws, the betrayal of his close friend ended up causing his death. Ever since he regained the me