In a quiet area near the cafeteria, a lone figure sat comfortably, his legs propped up on a second chair. His head rested gently against the wall, eyes shut, and his breathing was so slow and calm that it seemed as though he wasn’t breathing at all. The stillness around him exuded a sense of peace, as if he had retreated from the noise and movement of the world around him. Not far off, another figure—a woman—was approaching, her steps tentative and unsure. Uncertainty was clear in her expression, her brows slightly furrowed as she glanced toward the relaxed man. She hesitated, as if questioning whether this was truly the person she had been searching for. From where she stood, his face wasn’t entirely visible, and his unbothered posture did little to confirm her suspicions. Each step she took was careful, as though she wasn’t entirely sure whether to close the gap or turn back. Her thoughts seemed to wrestle with doubt, wondering if she had found the right person or if this was si
Vondrel walked past those that were arguing near the cafeteria, he went to sit on the chair as if nothing concerns him. Everyone's eyes turned to him. "Oh you're back, and I see your precious chairs are okay, well....the chairs actually did me something bad and since i couldn't punish it, i guess I can punish the owner instead" Brook said while staring down at Vondrel who ignored him. "Didn't he hear me, is he deaf?" Brook asked Dason "I don't know, and if I'm right, isn't this guy the dude who got the spot light during the expenditure? " Dason questioned back "He surely his, but that's not what I'm asking you, his he deaf?" Brook asked with anger. "Hey man, I don't know, why don't we find out" Dason responded. The duo moved forward to get close to Vondrel. "Didn't you hear what i said ugh?" Brook asked but received no response from Vondrel who already closed his eyes, busy thinking about his meeting with the echelons. "Very well then, i can possibly go ahead " Brook rai
Vondrel stepped into the dimly lit infirmary, the soft hum of medical equipment filling the room. His eyes immediately landed on Sam, lying still on the bed, a thin tube connected to a syringe, slowly dripping fluids into his arm. The sight of his friend so pale and unmoving sent a wave of unease through him. Vondrel scanned the room, noticing the others—James, Noah, and Timmy—standing nearby, their expressions heavy with concern. James leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched. Noah sat in a chair beside Sam’s bed, his head bowed, lost in thought. Timmy paced nervously near the window, occasionally casting anxious glances at Sam, his brow furrowed in worry. They had all been waiting, watching, hoping for some sign that Sam was going to pull through. Vondrel took a deep breath, calming himself. Being a Rarebrid had its advantages—heightened senses being one of them. He focused for a moment, tuning out the soft chatter of the infirmary and the d
"Don't rush into this decision; take your time to think it through," Vondrel said calmly, though a certain firmness lined his words. "We accept," they all said in unison, their voices steady and resolved. Vondrel smiled faintly. "Alright, then. Let's begin." Without hesitation, he activated the ruler inheritance. --- (Accept or Decline) --- (Now that you have all chosen to follow the path, to stand beside the ruler in his quest for universal domination, the followers must undergo evolution.) --- (The evolution process will begin in 3... 2... 1... Brace yourselves—don't let go.) A brilliant purple formation flared up beneath them, quickly surrounding the six of them in a vivid circle. Waves of foreign energy pulsed out from the formation, seeping into the environment around them, causing everything the energy touched to evolve. The ground beneath their feet seemed to hum with newfound vitality. The air thickened with power. Vondrel felt the initial soothing sensatio
“What do you think they were doing, Miss?” Lori asked, glancing back at the dome. Miss Abbie paused briefly, her eyes narrowing in thought. “I trust you know that whatever you saw here should not be spoken about outside. And… did either of you understand the meaning of those markings? The ones on that dome formation?” Lori blinked, confused. “Markings? I don’t remember seeing anything like that.” Miss Abbie stopped walking and turned around to face her, surprise flickering across her usually calm features. “You don’t remember the writing on the dome?” Stelio, who had been quietly listening, shook his head as well. “It’s rare to see you surprised, Miss Abbie. So, you must know what you're talking about. But honestly, I can’t recall seeing anything like that either.” Lori nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I don’t remember anything unusual about the dome except for the bright light.” Miss Abbie's expression turned unreadable. “Neither of you remembers?” They both shook their head
The air seemed to ripple as space warped in small waves across the sky. Miss Abbie was moving at incredible speed, her aura cutting a path through clouds that split and rejoined in her wake. She held Vondrel securely by her side, creating a protective barrier around him to keep him from feeling the dizzying effects of her momentum. Still, his vision blurred, his senses struggling to keep up with her swift pace. At last, they arrived in a remote wasteland, veiled in an otherworldly stillness. Without warning, Miss Abbie moved seamlessly into a hidden boundary, and they vanished from sight. Moments later, her voice broke the silence. "Here we are." Vondrel looked up, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. The entire area pulsed with an overwhelming aura, thick with dense energy that seemed almost tangible, swirling in surreal patterns around them. It was as though the air itself had taken on a form, undulating with faint, ghostly luminescence that defied any logic. Th
In a grand hall with golden walls and tapestries bearing the insignias of various noble houses, a meeting of immense importance was about to begin. The Lords of all prominent noble houses were gathered, their faces set in serious expressions. At the head of the table sat the human king, his regal presence commanding respect. The tension in the air was palpable; each lord present knew that the news to be shared today was nothing trivial. "Let’s begin the meeting," the king announced with a firm tone, casting his gaze across the table. "Lucas, proceed with the report," he instructed. Lucas, one of the most respected figures in the room and the father of Abbie, stepped forward. He was known not only for his wisdom but also for his strategic prowess, traits he passed on to his daughter, a warrior of unparalleled skill. "Planet Kanad has been saved," Lucas began, his voice steady but with a hint of weariness, "though it wasn’t left in good shape." The room fell silent, everyone lis
Not far from the fort, a fierce battle raged between members of the same alien race. Warriors clashed, each side locked in a deadly struggle, when suddenly, their attention was drawn to a massive flood sweeping across the landscape toward them. "What is that?" one of them shouted in disbelief. "How can this be happening?" another asked, eyes wide with fear. Panic set in instantly, uniting attackers and defenders in a scramble for survival. Both sides abandoned their fight, fleeing as fast as they could, but the flood moved relentlessly. It consumed everything in its path, and soon the unfortunate ones who couldn’t escape were swallowed up in the churning waters. Watching the devastating flood hurtling toward the battle, Vondrel felt a jolt of guilt. "What have I done?" he muttered, realizing the chaos his earlier actions had caused. Standing up, he took a step forward, ready to act, but paused when he noticed three figures sprinting directly toward the oncoming surge. These