Royce approached Mr. Brent's door gently, gently tapping on it in an attempt to address the words on the letter. But, before Royce could utter a word, Mr. Brent's reaction caught him off guard. Without hesitation, Mr. Brent threw a book at the door from inside with force, his voice raised in anger as he shouted at Royce."I don't want to see you again! You fool!”.Royce slammed the door in anger with his foot, the loud thud echoing through the coffee shop as he stormed away. Whispering furious curses to himself, he passed every staff member he encountered on the road, his words dripping with venom. "Unbelievable! Can't believe this nonsense! Treated like trash!" His voice grew louder with each step, his anger escalating.The guy at the counter, noticing Royce's wrinkled face and red eyes, attempted to ask what was wrong. But before he could finish his sentence, Royce erupted. With a swift motion, he delivered a hard slap to the guy's face, sending him sprawling onto a nearby table. Cof

Aethon's response was calm but firm, "The guardians are provoked."Royce's heart raced as he processed the gravity of Aethon's words. "Guardians?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.Aethon nodded solemnly, his eyes betraying a hint of concern. "Yes, guardians. Five hundred years ago, during a time of mining, humans unearthed a powerful artifact they were not meant to possess. This artifact, unknown to them, held great supernatural power. When they tampered with it, they unknowingly unleashed chaos upon themselves."Royce listened intently, his mind racing with questions. "What happened?" he asked out of curiosity, his voice barely loud over the trembling of the tunnel.Aethon continued, his voice mixed with a sense of sincerity. "The artifact, stolen by humans, brought about a devastating war. It unleashed plagues and diseases, causing widespread suffering among humanity. In the end, the humans were forced to release the artifact, but not before sealing it away to prevent

Its skin appeared sickly and pale, with patches of decaying flesh visible in some areas. Warts and boils dotted its face and hands, emitting a putrid odor that made Royce gag. Its eyes glowed with an eerie red light, devoid of any warmth or humanity, and its mouth twisted into a malicious grin, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth. Its hands were bony and skeletal, with long, jagged nails caked in dirt and grime. Royce was very scared, as he tried searching for the wand, but unfortunately, he had handed over the wand to the being, without any delay, the being, with its wicked laughter, held Royce and dragged him away from there.Aethon appeared in front of the door, his radiant form illuminating the dim surroundings. His shining figure glowed with a sparkling light as he searched the area, his eyes looking around in search of Royce. Frustration etched across his features as he muttered to himself in frustration."Why are mortals so foolish?" he murmured under his breath, his voic

"Tell me, how many machines of war do we have at our disposal?" Royce demanded, his tone bringing no delay in response. The demons, surprised at the mortal who now commanded them, hurried to bring forth their inventory,a list of evil devices designed for destruction.Royce reviewed the list with a critical eye, nodding in approval or sometimes pausing to ask for mutations, ensuring each machine would serve their evil purposes to the fullest. His next command focused on the darker arts. "And the potions," he said, turning his attention to the realm of magic. "I want an arsenal of potions at our disposal. Poisons, curses, anything that can weaken, maim, or terrify. We will use every tool, every weapon, every spell at our disposal to bring humanity to its knees."The demons, now fully aligned with Royce's vision, hurried to obey. They gathered their alchemists, their sorcerers, and their engineers, each group beginning their work with fervor. Brews that could dissolve flesh from bone, sp

Grimnar entered his powerhouse, his robe draped from his shoulders to his feet, determination etched on his face. He was set on destroying Aethon's armies at all costs and laying waste to the human world. Approaching a crystal ball, he began to chant, his hands moving over the surface. "Oh, mighty gods of the mountains and desert, hear my call," he beseeched. "Grant me your strength to bring ruin upon my enemies."But twice, there was no answer. Grimnar's frustration grew. "Please, gods, heed my plea," he begged on the third try.Suddenly, the room filled with a blinding light. As Grimnar shielded his eyes, the forms of the gods materialized before him. They towered over him, their forms shifting between earth and sand, their voices rumbling like thunder. "We have heard your call, Grimnar," they boomed. "What do you want from us?”.Grimnar went on his knees and poured out his heart to the gods. "I seek vengeance for my mother's death," he cried. "The humans imprisoned my father in a