Just as Storm was about to move forward, he heard a loud voice welcoming him with laughter, echoing through the dimly lit chamber. "Welcome, Storm! Feel at home!" the voice boomed, reverberating off the whole place. Storm's heart skipped a beat. He paused, squinting into the shadows, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. "That must be Lillian's father," he muttered under his breath, his muscles tensed as he took a defensive stance. He knew he had to stay on his guard. The voice had an eerie, almost mocking quality, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down for a second. He scanned his surroundings, every nerve on edge, his senses heightened.Without caring about anything else, he rushed towards the direction where he had felt the Orb. His pulse quickened as he neared it, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. The chamber seemed to stretch endlessly, shadows dancing on the walls like malevolent spirits. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, the anticipation gnaw

Seeing the figure standing up again, Storm's heart beat faster. He couldn't beat Derek without the Orb but he needed to fight him before getting the Orb. The pressure he felt from him was enormous, a suffocating weight that pinned him to the spot. He could barely move, his muscles strained against an invisible force. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing like a drum in his ears. The air around him seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. He knew he had no other choice but to fight, yet every fiber of his bones screamed at him to run.“You know, no one has ever tried to fight me but you tried, I'll give you that. Even my daughter couldn't beat me, what made you think you could?” Derek laughed loudly his voice reverberating against the walls.“You are a horrible person. A horrible father, a horrible ruler!” Storm yelled.“Oh, I know that. I am sure my daughter told you about our history. I never wanted a daughter but I got unlucky, I need someone strong, powerful bu

“What are you waiting for?” Immediately, he heard the voice, he turned and looked at Storm in shock, not knowing what to say. Derek stared at Storm speechless, he was supposed to be dead. At that moment, Storm was more like a celestial being. All his injuries had been healed, and he was looking like a newly transformed person. The transformation was so astonishing that it left him speechless, his mind raced as he stared at Storm. How was this possible? He should be dead? Derek quickly glanced at Storm's right hand and noticed it was intact, he looked around him but still saw the severed hand beside him. How was that possible? This shouldn't be happening. It wasn't a part of his plans, everything he had learnt about the Orb didn't have to do with this. Could it being a dead person back to life?Storm stood there, looking strong and his body glowed as bright as the orb. His once tattered clothes were now different , better than before and his skin had no injury on it. The contrast betw