A heavy silence filled the peaceful garden as the father and son stared at each-other. Ivick finally decided to drop the pretence’s and looked his son square in the eye, “What do you want to hear boy?” he spat. “Do you want to know why I cast you out?” he asked, “If that is the reason you’ve returned then you wasted your trip here, you already know the reason, you were a failure as a husband,” he said his tone cold. “Your marriage was meant to unite us with The Sunrise Church, but you let her die,” he pointed at Silica’s gravestone, “I would have rather had you die back then instead of her,” “While you scurried of playing as a mercenary and adventurer, I hunted down Silica’s killers,’ Ivick clenched his fist’s tightly, “And I gave them deaths the likes of which not even the gods could fathom,” his eyes glinted with fury, as if he could still remember the feeling he got when he wrapped his hands around their throats. Raylin clenched his fist so tightly they shook, and quickly turn

BOOOOOM. CRASH.   The entire forest shuddered and the trees in Raylin’s immediate vicinity were blown to bits, splinters of bark rained down on the forest floor.   As he glanced around him, he dashed in the direction of one of his assailants, that attack wasn’t enough to kill them, but it did all he needed it to do, before the dust could settle he located the second swordsman who was currently lying flat on the ground with a bloodied face.   ‘Subclass ability: [Fury Unleashed]’   The red energy intensified around Raylin’s fist he jumped forward landing on top of his opponent and aimed to land a crippling blow.   Boom.   As his fist sunk down, a sudden interruption occurred, something strange occurred as Raylin’s fist continued to move, but it was no longer closing in on the swordsman.   The area around his fist stretched like an i

Dalis blinked in the dark room, not that the darkness did much to hinder his vision... not like the darkness ever could be problem for an Equanoxian. As he tilted his body he felt a weight on his arm as well as a familiar warmth. He eyed the naked body of Marcela with appreciation and gently caressed her smooth ivory skin, it was but a simple touch, but he heard her soft breath increase pace. She slowly wiggled her body back into his embrace and used her plump and juicy ass to grind against his crotch, causing an immediate change. Dalis used his free hand to move aside her curly locks of hair and brought his lips to her neck where he planted a series of steamy and passionate kisses. “You want too… mmmh… aaah… go again Dreamer?” Marcela asked between soft moans, as she raised her arm and pressed his head tightly to her neck. “Do I!” Dalis replied with rhetorical fervour and sunk his teeth into her skin. “Awww,” she released a loud cry and pressed his head down with greater stren

The door to the bathroom swung open, and Marcela came walking out in full uniform, full black pants and a buttoned up shirt. The shirt was black as well it just had a set of ethereal speckled dots on it that glowed lightly, it was the uniform that all Equanoxian’s wore, their superiors said that the dots were to give them an idea of what the stars looked like. Dalis’s eyes were fixed tightly on the starry pattern as well as the round globes that were underneath, “Gotta get em,’ he muttered again with a light twitch of his eye. Marcela blushed and sat down next to him, “Stop it, we have company,” she said placing a hand on his arm and cast a nervous smile at Cabear. “Yeah, cause that can stop you two,” he retorted sarcastically, which only caused her to blush even more. She cleared her throat and grabbed her bowl, her eyes widened when she saw it, “There’s so much,” she said looking at the colourless goop with gusto. “I ran out of real food two weeks ago, I’ve been stuck on just

The floor of the terminal wasn’t much different from the wall or the surrounding structure, the same vein like structures extended through out every part of the building.   Dalis felt strange walking on it, as if at any moment as his boots pressed down on it and it would go squish releasing its violet contents, but every time he took a step he was surprised by the firmness of the floor.   “It took you long enough to get here, little Dreamer,” a familiar voice greeted him.   Dalis turned around the corner and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, she was the woman by which he standardised all others.   If Marcela was an ivory skin goddess than, the woman before him was a fair skinned supreme goddess of beauty, her blue hair cascaded down her back leaving a train on the floor and she looked at him with two equally blue eye’s that reflected the violet light.   “G-general Mi