He had never experienced the stability of a town long enough to foster meaningful connections, someone to rely on besides his father. A confidant, a companion who would understand his unspoken words and share laughter in the simplest of jokes.Alex's mother had departed this world when he was just a tender three-year-old. Memories of her remained etched in his mind—the warmth of her smile, the tenderness with which she scooped him up in her arms as he reached out to her.Though the years had slipped by, he could still recall her frail figure, confined to a sick bed, her once-vibrant countenance now eclipsed by pallor. Her feeble voice struggled to form words, and her weary eyes fought to stay open. Eventually, she succumbed to her illness, leaving Alex and his father behind.Since that heart-wrenching moment, their lives had been defined by constant movement. They were nomads, fleeing from an elusive threat, forever uprooted.Such was the tapestry of his upbringing—wandering from city

"Medic!" boomed the gym instructor's voice, shattering the collective daze that had gripped the spectators. A group of individuals rushed toward the makeshift ring, their footsteps echoing urgently as they attended to Drake's injuries.Hilda's voice trembled with disbelief as she blurted out, "Wha... What was that?" Her eyes widened in astonishment.Alex stood there, a knowing smile dancing across his lips, which soon transformed into a silent chuckle. He rubbed his palm over his face, shaking his head in disbelief. "He actually did it."Turning away from the unfolding scene, Jaden decided it was time to exit the ring. However, an unexpected burst of applause began, originating with a single clap and swelling into a thunderous ovation. Cheers, whistles, and chants of his name filled the air, cocooning him in a newfound sense of pride. Cameras clicked and flashed, capturing the moment, immortalizing his triumph.Jaden glanced over to where Alex stood, witnessing his friend beaming with

In a grand chamber, suffused with the warm radiance of golden light, a group of dignified generals, adorned in military suits that exuded authority, gathered around a formidable table. The air crackled with tension as they settled into their seats, their expressions burdened with responsibility, aware of the gravity of the situation unfolding outside—riots and unrest gripping the nation, with civilians seemingly turning against the military under the sinister influence of the terrorist group.At the head of the table, a figure of utmost command, distinguished by regal attire denoting superior rank, sat the Commander in Chief. His presence alone exuding a strong aura which commanded respect, and as he glanced around the room, his piercing gaze captured the weighty atmosphere and the anxious anticipation of his advisors.General Reynolds, his voice tinged with genuine concern, broke the silence, addressing the Commander first. "Sir, the riots have erupted, and public sentiment is rapidl

Major Philip locked his gaze on the figure before him, his expression stern and unwavering. Slowly, the creature raised its blood-soaked head, revealing predatory eyes that pierced through the veil of hair obscuring its face. The intensity of its gaze made him wonder if it could still be considered human.As the creature stared back at him, its lips curled into a snarl, exposing a set of sharp, bloodstained canines. Major Philip's brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of astonishment and concern.Without warning, the creature lunged forward, moving with a reckless speed that defied human limitations. It charged toward Major Philip, its clawed hand swinging wildly, aiming to tear into him. However, Major Philip's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly evaded the attack, stepping back with agility. In a split second, he seized the creature's outstretched hand, holding it in place.Seizing the opportunity for a counterattack, Ma

In the heart of Thalassia's capital, Varia, the vibrant cityscape hummed with activity. Its streets were alive with a ceaseless flow of people, their hurried footsteps echoing against the pavement. Towering skyscrapers reached for the sky, their glass facades reflecting the moon's ethereal glow, casting shimmering patterns across the city.Standing atop the tallest tower, with its apex appearing to caress the sky, was a lone man with his arms crossed behind his back. The person looked out over the vast vista below, his expression a mysterious mix of determination and reflection. Moonlight flowed across his midnight-black hair, blending with silver strands that conveyed wisdom gained from a lifetime of events. His face had wrinkles from time, yet they were delicate and elegant.Amidst the tranquillity of his contemplation, he sensed a presence drawing nearer, a faint disruption in the stillness. The door creaked open, then closed with a soft click, and the measured cadence of footsteps