Hela of Hellene heaved a sigh of tiredness, pulled her body out of the chair she had been sitting in for the past three days of the departure, and walked to the exit door. She pushed it open, and she was welcomed by the brightness of the moon, which illuminated the room instantly. In fact, it was brighter than the candle that she lit on the wall.She examined the three bodies once again and hoped that they would wake up soon. It had been three good days since they left, and there had been no sign of Crows or anything to indicate that they were dead or alive. The few things she keeps doing are monitoring their bodies, keeping the hut safe, cleaning their bodies when necessary, and sleeping alongside them. She only went out when she thought it was safe to gather provisions and return to the hut.Hela didn't even bother to ask for news about what was going on in the region or at the king's palace. She didn't even have time to chat with her neighbor, let alone listen to the gossip of the

Theme: Rise! Roar!! Revolt!!!Rey Reed Smith ran into the city, sprinting through the outskirts and along the narrow streets in the middle land, hopping across the rooftops where it was quicker like a bird, and staying out of sight of the crowds below that were celebrating their returns and mourning for Drax at the same time.Rey Reed Smith knew he should stay with them, too, mourning for Drax and Gaius. They were both heroes. They died for a greater purpose—for the salvation of the middle land—and to revive him. Drax surrendered his life so he [Rey] could survive, be revived, and return to the middle land so he could save the people from the wrath of Xavier Knoll and stop the assault of Dylan Knoll and his companion, Caliste.Rey knew he shouldn't be doing this alone. He should at least inform Kusandra and leave Garry to mourn his brother. But Rey didn't need that. With his new-found power from the blood lord, the strength given to him by the fountain water, and the skills he learned

"Stay together if you want to survive," Caliste said. She might not be a fighter, but she still had the aura of a leader. She had the authority that came from being a dark witch for too long, and she used it to control demons. "I want an orderly withdrawal, not a rout! We can hold them together. Stand right!"She shouted because it was the only way they could hear her voice amongst the whistling of cannon, muskets and arrows. The men looked at her, shocked by the great authority and aura that she was emitting, but they did as she had commanded. They followed her command, and they fought.There's nothing elegant about the violence of this battle. There's nothing to be proud of about it. If only Dylan had listened to her, he might still be alive to control his men. Even Caliste knew when to act with courage and when to retreat.She had seen Dylan and his men training in the field on multiple occasions. But those had been displays of speed, bravery, skill, and style. This was a pure batt

As soon as Rey Reed Smith cleared the first wave of soldiers that surrounded him and Kusandra, he stood behind her, his eyes burning with resentment and determination. The crashing waves provided a fitting backdrop to the imminent round that was about to unfold—another round of chaos. His grip tightened around the hilt of his gleaming sword as he scanned the horizon, examining the next round of opponents again.Suddenly, the next group of heavily armored adversaries stepped forward, marching toward him and Kusandra with malicious intent.“Stay here, and help watch out for the witch for me. She might want to try her mental power on me.” He said this to Kusandra, and the latter nodded her head in approval. She knew better than to argue with him.Without hesitation, Reed lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel echoed across the beach as his blade met the first enemy's weapon, sparks flying in a shower of defiance, his mental ability fly

Garry found himself walking along the winding path through the dense woods that led to the king's palace, the sunbeams filtering through the treetops and casting playful shadows on the forest floor. It was a serene and peaceful afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility enveloping him. With each step, his thoughts drifted toward the one person who had been occupying his mind lately: Kusandra.It had been three days since the war at the beach. The death of Dylan, the fleeing of Caliste, and the fame of Rey Reed Smith had spread so far across the three other tribes of the middle land, and they all acknowledged Rey as their commander. Xavier Knoll was nowhere to be found after the war, and no one bothered about him since his curse had been lifted.Kusandra, with her sparkling green eyes and infectious laughter, had become a source of warmth in Garry's life. They had known each other for a few days—approximately two months—their paths crossed occasionally, but it was