Jair And LizieThe birdcage was made of iron. It was made that way for iron is known to be the phoenix's weakness. A phoenix could burn once they touch an iron. Jimmie Vaughn had no intention of killing Lizie. He still needs her for the game, but he needs her phoenix ability to awaken. Since Carsen had put it to slumber, he thought that the sense of an iron object would trigger her. Also, to ensure that Lizie will let out all her fire, he placed Jair with her, for once the phoenix comes out, one of the mythic creatures in Jair will be triggered too, the Roc. Besides, he needs Jair's Roc so Lizie won't be fully consumed by her own fire, thus it will prevent her from dying. Yeah, for the Roc, is the only creature that has the ability to cover the phoenix's fire without getting burned. "Lizie..." Jair grasped at Lizie's pale cheek. She was still unconscious yet she have a pulse. He's certain then that she's just too worn out with the game. Also, she has been acting out since the beg

For the players, perhaps the peaceful place in this game world is the training center. Here in the Grand Banquet, working out, and practicing was their kind of rest. At least inside the training center, there's no threat of surprise or any conditions for them to use this place. Well, they can use this freely for months. Thanks to Jair. Sitting on the bench is Carsen. He was watching Janesi and Lizie doing some sparing. It has been days since the game armies release Lizie and Jair from the birdcage. Since then the players were wondering how they become close this time. Well, they know they're close but this time their closeness is different. Also, when Lizie came out of that bird cage, she become calmer, yet a strange mark appears on her skin. The other players don't know what is it, but not Carsen. Lizie's mark was an indication that she had lost the phoenix song. She may have the fire, but her ability isn't as powerful as compared when she has the phoenix song. I now get...why thes

"Brother!" Talyn's voice interrupted from his back. Orin turned to scold her sister for such reckless action. " Do you think if Jimmie will notice he won't be looking for his assistant?" " No, he won't I have a plan," Orin brushed his hair in distress. His sister is really stubborn and it's annoying him. " Look...we don't even know if he's the real---" Then why don't you go and check, that's basically the reason why I abducted him," Talyn cuts him off. Aside from that, they could copy certain forms, his brother Orin also had a shapeshifter awareness ability. He can perceive what's real or not. The Prime Emanator had trained him well with this, that he too is immune to illusion and mental manipulation. Unlike his brother, Talyn was a rookie when it comes to this ability. While his brother has the ability to see reality, which enables him to feel and understand everything that is hidden or complicated as well as the facts and mechanics that underlie it if he is being lied to,

Where is that here in this house? The last time I see it was when he grabbed that from Usiu? Talyn wondered. It has been days since she was here in Jimmie's house disguised as Usiu, his assistant. Good thing Jimmie's Vilgroi ability hasn't yet at its peak or else there's no chance for her to shapeshift on his presence without getting detected. In fairness his house is very human...high security, spacious, luxurious, and few humans inside. It's obvious that both Jimmie and Vilgroi's personality is melancholic, and introverted, aside from that he's a psycho. Talyn observed. Huh? What is that? Talyn asked. Her eyes were directed to the glossy wooden floor going to the room in the end. She was hearing a sound as gently as a fountain that is ebbing and making fewer surges. At first, the note sounds relaxing, and soothing to the ears, but as it goes further, it becomes sharp and emotionally evoking. The flute?!She couldn't be mistaken it was the sound of the flute!But just when Ta

The cards sounded while dealers spun them. Jimmie again was in his forbidden place. The bells and whistles of various slot machines as well as the racket made when their levels are pulled, the neon signs, and the clamor of people, all of these seemed soothing to his senses. This is exactly what he needs at times when he's upset. The satisfaction he gets when he noticed certain players gambling with real money when he was calculating or recognizing patterns in them that mathematically shows things are not in his favor, the threats and overbearing confidence of his opponent's aura, and the rushing feeling when he's prompted to find an alternative route to win against his opponents, all these makes him alive. All these remind him how parallel the casino jungle is in the life that he's in right now, and he's more satisfied again to feel it in himself that once more he could confirm in him that fear isn't his language. The casino, the gambling was his place of therapy. Here he could think