Tyler glided over the border of El Medalla and El Abyssium, looking for a waterfall. It was the sacred location where he and Kat decided to reconvene. The young man was convinced it was a spiritual aquifer where he could recharge his energies.Even though the goddess hated being separated from her newlywed husband, she reluctantly agreed to the arrangement.Typical panthers were solitary and polygamous. It was expected that Kat, a vessel for the panther-goddess Tezcatlipoca, would have similar inclinations. However, her behavior toward Tyler was precisely the opposite.Ever since they mutually renewed the divine contract, Kat stuck to Tyler as if they were joined at the hip. When she assumed at the hill summit that the newlywed husband may reject her, she was devastated. All of this cumulatively accounted for pure monogamous behavior.Tyler imagined Kat anxiously prowling near the waterfall, waiting for her husband. The thought put a silly smile on his face. The girl was quite adorabl

Tyler lowered his face and closed his eyes as the onset of depression hit him. He had sworn never to be oppressed by anyone or bow under bullying. The war with the Red Marauders, the Green Monk, the corrupt billionaires of Sapphire City, and finally Lazarus Briar. It was just too much.The more he tried to save people, the more trouble came for them. Perhaps Tyler was the problem? Now… devoid of energy and motivation, the young man convinced himself it was time to give up.‘Use… Me…’Tyler's eyes suddenly fluttered open as an idea hit him. It was like he received inspiration from somewhere deep. The young man had entirely forgotten he had another power source apart from mystical energy. He used it to escape the Inbetween when Max Powers abandoned him there.The mysterious energy started accumulating and building its reserves very recently. It first struck oil in Tyler when he summoned Hestia's Hearth. Sacrificing anything human increased its volume progressively.Tyler decided to refe

Tyler could see Kat was reluctant to share her final moments. She shivered slightly at the request as if a chilly breeze were blowing inside the cave. Her eyes darted to the astral mirror hovering over the pool like a monolithic gravestone."Do I have to…?" she murmured in apprehension.Tyler realized the girl was scared if they talked about the monster, it would come back to hunt her again. How terrifying a creature could it be? It was absurd that the entity struck fear into the heart of an immortal goddess whose own natural form was a ferocious beast."I've sealed the mirror's surface," the young man said in a reassuring voice. "Even if something breaks in, I am vigilant enough to defend us. You need not worry."Kat nodded and slowly lowered herself into the pool. Even though the water was warm, she trembled as if running a cold fever."Come to me," Tyler offered, holding out his hand invitingly. The offer surprised the girl. She blushed around the cheeks but took his hand, nonethel

Natalie's eyes fluttered open, and she got up with a start. "What is this? Where am I?" she babbled in panic. The young woman's eyes were so dry she could barely open them.Her memories flooded in suddenly, making her heart race even faster. "Oh, no…" Natalie mouthed. The last thing she remembered was pandemonium and destruction.***The Douglas roundtable members were safe and secure inside their UNIMOG military truck. They were confident of victory against the progressing Cooper army. After all, they had a rocket launcher vehicle that had already demolished the enemy's vanguard.Suddenly, a tall, old man in green robes appeared from the forest side. The stranger had an uncanny vibe about him. His eyes focused on the UNIMOG as if he could see its owners from afar through the thick armored walls.Silas was about to instruct the old man to escape the battlefield. However, Malcolm stopped him, claiming the stranger was the mythical Green Monk.On the one hand, the royal army's soldiers

Natalie looked like she had seen a ghost. “What did you just say? Gina will be sacrificed? What do you mean by that?”Britta looked away so that her cellmate would not see the pain etched on her face. She considered herself a hard-boiled, self-dependent woman who never wept in the face of trouble or loss. In fact, the young woman had no recollection of the last time she cried.Britta’s parents were killed in battle when she was little. She was raised by her grandfather, Butch Salvatore, the previous Seraphim King.Butch was loving and caring until she was ten, after which he grew cold, distant, and harsh. The old man forced his granddaughter to learn martial arts and live a high-octane life in which she was constantly challenged.One day, little Britta returned from school crying because boys bullied her. Butch made her skip dinner and the next day’s breakfast. The girl gave the boys a taste of their own medicine during recess. Only then was she allowed to sit at the Salvatore table a