Back at Aethon's camp…..Aethon burst into the training room, where Royce was training with a soldier. The sound of clashing swords echoed through the room as they displayed their skills with swords, kicks, and fists."We need to talk," Aethon said, interrupting the intense training session. He pulled Royce away from the scene, leaving the other soldier to catch his breath."What's going on?" Royce asked, wiping sweat from his brow as they stepped aside for privacy.Aethon's face was serious as he delivered the shocking news. "The Dark Covenant has invaded Earth," he said seriously."What?!" Royce gasped, his brow furrowing in confusion. "How did they manage that? I thought Grimnar needed me to invade the Earth. How could he bypass me?"Aethon nodded, understanding Royce's confusion. "Yes, he indeed needs you, and he still does. Without you, he can't bring his forces onto the Earth. You're a priest, and only you can help summon the spirits here."He paused, letting the information sin

The hall was filled with loud, lively music as well-dressed wealthy guests danced gracefully. Men and women paired off, their movements elegant against the backdrop of soft, orchestral sounds."Hey John," a lady greeted John Reynolds warmly as she approached him, holding a glass of wine. She was in her fifties, dressed in luxurious attire that showed she would be very experienced in politics. "Why'd you set up a victory party already? Thought you'd wait to be officially announced the winner."John sighed deeply and turned to her, his arms crossed. "You know, Cynthia, sometimes you celebrate the blessings before they arrive. You don’t always have to wait for confirmation."Cynthia took another sip of her wine, nodding appreciatively at his words. John looked intently into her eyes, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Only losers wait for their blessings to come before celebrating," he declared confidently, then walked away to mingle with other guests.As John talked with other guests

Royce looked around and spotted a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall nearby. With determination, he grabbed it, feeling its weight in his hands. As the insects swarmed towards him, he swung the extinguisher, knocking them away one by one. But to his surprise, for every bug he struck down, it seemed two more took its place. Frustration built up inside him as he realized the futility of his efforts.Suddenly, sharp pains shot through his back as some of the insects managed to crawl into his clothing, causing him to cry out in pain. With a grimace, he fought through the discomfort, using the little magic he had gotten from his journey to the immortal realm to push the insects back into the room they had come from.Thinking he was free, Royce reached for a nearby torch, preparing to make his escape. But before he could take more than a few steps, the insects broke through the door with a forceful crash, charging towards him once again.Royce yelled as he ran, torch in hand, down the st

Victor rose from his seat, stretching his hand towards Lorenz in a gesture of congratulations. Lorenz, surprised by Victor's boldness, accepted the handshake, his expression filled with astonishment."Congratulations, Mr. President," Victor began, his voice steady. "Your victory was hard-earned, and the people of Ardolia are so happy and we all congratulate you."As Victor returned to his seat, Lorenz's gaze remained fixed on them. He remained silent, looking at them with disdainAfter a tense moment, Lorenz finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence. "I didn't ask for your congratulations, nor do I need them. To hell with you and your Ardolia."Victor and Alex exchanged uneasy glances, realizing their lies had been revealed. Lorenz's words cut through the air like a knife, revealing he was aware of their deception all this while."Oh, you thought I didn't know," Lorenz continued, his tone dripping with contempt. "But I knew all along. I played along with your game, waiting

All eyes were fixed on Lorenz,as his hesitation was taking too long, as he clutched the pen. Fischer's voice cut through the tension, asking, "Mr. Lorenz, are you okay?"Lorenz remained silent, his forehead beaded with sweat as he tossed the pen and the bill aside. Standing abruptly, he wiped his brow with a scarf and stormed out of the room.Fischer called after him, his frustration evident. "Hey Lorenz, is it because your country is secure that you behave this way? Don't worry, you can act however you want. You'll face the consequences."Lorenz glanced back at Fischer, unmoved by his words, and continued on his way with his entourage coming behind.Lorenz returned to the presidential villa, followed by his security agents. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he entered his room and pleaded with them to leave him alone for a while. They respectfully bowed and closed the door behind them, leaving Lorenz to himself.Lorenz walked up to the door and locked it, seeking privacy. He sank to the flo