"Help!" Kusandra hollered, jerking Rey, clutching to him tightly as if to stop him from disintegrating. "He's the only chance of saving the middle land from the upcoming crisis." However, her words seem to have fallen on deaf ears.The crowds stood still, not moving, lost, confused, and shocked at the same time. They were supposed to be celebrating the victory of defeating hundreds of giants and werewolves, but they were met with more shocking revelations. Their heads are still trying to wrap around what Garry said about Sebastian, and by the time they could react to the current situation, Rey Reed's body had disintegrated into the air, and his ashes were the only thing left behind.They gasped, fear gripped their hearts, and they knew for sure that they were doomed. So much happened in forty-eight hours. The siege, the war with the giants, the return of Dylan Knoll, the death of Gaius Arachidonic, and Rey also vanished in crisis. It's so much for them to think about. and they break d

If there's anything Ezra Miller hated in his entire life, it was being summoned by King Argus. He disliked him so much that he never ceased to disobey him. Everyone might regard King Argus as their rightful king because of his achievements, reign, strength, and every army that he commands, but Ezra Miller regards him as a fool. A weak man who can't fight his battle alone.He grumbled, rolled on his bed, and hissed in frustration. Why is it that the king never ceases to disturb his peaceful moments? Ezra hates Argus for that. That man surely knows when and how to interrupt his happy moments. He's just too arrogant."Ezra Miller, the king demands your presence on the battlefield." The servant that had come to summon him yelled.He groaned, "Tell your king that I'll see him in the evening. I'm having a peaceful sleep now."The servant dashed into his tent, removed the blanket that covered his body, revealing his naked buttocks, and slapped it.Ezra groaned again. The servant boy is just

Garry and Kusandra Dracaena Smith walked out of the palace through a secret door that leads out of the courtyard, leaving Sebastian and his council to settle the people. He believed he had done enough for him. For someone who lost two brothers less than a week ago, he's trying.Well, what choice does he even have? He couldn't break down yet. If there's anything Garry has learned from Rey, it's to never give up. He knew he should be mourning for those he loved. He should tear his clothes, put on a rag, pour ashes on his head, and fast for them. But Garry is doing the latter. Why? Because he knew none of the two beings would do that if they were in his position, especially when there was a way to bring one of them back.He walked towards the lone path that leads to their hut, Kusandra Dracaena following closely behind, and a great silence reigned between them.For some reason unknown to Garry himself, he felt safe, secure, and calm with Kusandra. He's feeling a strange sensation that he

“You're the Titans' god of war,” Hela said, shifting away from Drax. “You're Deimos, the terror god.”Drax smiled. Of course, he is the one. The old man Tim is gone, he's now replaced with a middle-aged man, well-built, who had scars from different battle wounds. He had a white body like an albino, and the mark of the ancient Titans is visible on his body. “I know you all had different questions running through your head, but I want you to know that we don't have enough time for that,” he said, frowning his face as if nothing had just occurred. “Every savior in the middle land always had a protector,” he pointed at Kusandra and Garry, “the both of you were chosen for a special reason. I'm alive till now to guide you, it's your duty to protect him.”Garry scoffed, “Protect, you say?” He wonders how they will protect someone that can destroy a whole territory. Someone that had the spirit of an ancient demon beast, and was possessed by a god.If none of them were aware of what Rey could

“No!” Rey hollered. He shrieked with all his might. He tried to focus on everything he had as the atmosphere started to change. Furthermore, he calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and forced himself to think that it was just an illusion, a fragment of memories that had been plucked somewhere to torment him. An illusion that was crafted into images of those he loved.“This is not real,” he assured himself, his eyes still closed, and he hoped with all his might that the memories would vanish once he opened his eyes. “It's just another illusion. I shouldn't allow unreal images to hurt me.”Rey opened his eyes, and he wasn't surprised to see that it was still the same. Nothing changed. Of course, he should have known better. It will never change. He was struck here in the underworld, sentenced to eternal torture because of the souls he had killed.Did I deserve it? Rey asked himself. No, I'm not cruel; they all deserve it. Starting from the military man he killed at the beginning of his qu