After it appeared that Royce and Grimnar had been burnt, Selene commanded that their bodies be thrown into the river. The soldiers quickly obeyed, lifting the bodies.As they approached the riverbank, the rushing water sounded loud against the quiet of the evening. One of the soldiers, breathing heavily from the effort, grunted to his companion, "Let's do this quick please."Together, they swung the bodies into the flowing river. The water splashed noisily, swallowing up Royce and Grimnar, carrying them away with its current.Aethon hurried to the river where he thought Royce and Grimnar were dead. The river was cold and moving fast. Aethon looked around and found Royce's body. He quickly pulled Royce out of the water but left Grimnar because he thought he was too far gone.Carrying Royce on his shoulder, Aethon returned to his hidden shelter deep in the forest. The shelter was dim and had lots of herbs and tools for healing.He laid Royce on a bed made of old blankets and started tre
Aethon grabbed Royce's hands tightly, insisting they needed to go somewhere. "Come on," he urged.Royce hesitated, folding his arms defensively. "Where to now? I've had enough of these adventures," he grumbled.Aethon sighed, realizing Royce's reluctance. "You don't get it. That fruit you ate? It's more than… just a fruit," he explained, his tone serious. "Five hundred years back, a priest named Alaric planted a special tree called the Tree of Souls. It was supposed to let people talk to their dead loved ones. But things went bad. Mortals started abusing it, calling in bad spirits and causing chaos. Alaric cursed the tree to stop the madness, making its fruit taste terrible. But you, Royce, found it sweet."Royce listened closely as Aethon went on, "The bug that got in your eye? It's called the Seti. When someone eats from the Tree of Souls, the Seti shows up, cleaning their eyes so they can see into the spirit world. That's why you saw me."Royce's eyes widened. "That explains a lot,
"Master, you have a visitor," a demon said as he entered the room.Silence.Grimnar kept enjoying his bath in the big, green hot water tub. The water glowed green and steam filled the room, making it warm and foggy.Some guards stood around him, quietly fanning him with big, old-fashioned fans."Master, you aren't responding. I said—" the demon started, but Grimnar cut him off."Are you out of your mind?" Grimnar snapped."I heard you for the first time. I don't need visitors right now. I need some time to myself," Grimnar said as he sank deeper into the green water."But... but sire, it's urgent," the demon insisted, crossing his arms. He lowered his head and added, "It's a visitor from the East.""Tell them the great Grimnar doesn't accept visitors from the East," Grimnar commanded as he twisted around in the water."Alright, sire, I got your message," the demon said quickly and dashed out of the room respectfully. The room fell silent again.Breaking the silence, a tall and huge be
Aethon told Royce, "Now, it's time to learn how to fight."Royce stood up straight, looking like a soldier ready for battle.Aethon held Royce's hand firmly, his voice determined. "Come, there's somewhere important I need to take you to," he insisted."I can see you're already strong," Aethon observed, giving Royce's chest a firm pat.As they neared their destination, Royce's eyes widened at the sight of a building shaped like a giant sword. The sword radiated from the sunlight, with sharp edges pointing towards the sky.Royce, eager to proceed, rushed forward, but Aethon quickly stopped him."Hey, take it easy," Aethon cautioned, gently pulling Royce back towards him. "You can't just rush into this place."He continued, his tone serious, "There are fierce gatekeepers here. They wouldn't hesitate to behead you without a word." Aethon's voice dropped to a whisper.Royce's eyes shrunk as he looked at the building shaped like a sword. He wasn't scared, even though Aethon had mentioned th
Zarvox approached Grimnar, who sat on his throne with a scowl on his face. "What about your second-in-command?" he inquired."That traitor," Grimnar spat out, his voice filled with anger. "He fled, calling me worthless," he growled, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white."I'll hunt him down and crush him," Grimnar declared, his tone menacing as he spoke of revenge.Zarvox continued, offering his advice. "Grimnar, perhaps it's wise to consider your actions carefully before acting," he advised calmly, hoping to temper Grimnar's rage with reason.Grimnar glared at Zarvox, his anger clear. "You can't tell me what to do," he said sharply."Why do you respect the mountain god and the desert god so much?" Zarvox asked, settling into his seat with curiosity.Grimnar looked shocked. He didn't know how Zarvox knew about his connections to these gods."Surprised, huh?" Zarvox said, noticing Grimnar's startled look. He smiled slightly, amused by Grimnar's reaction.Stammer
Zarvox stood up and approached the screen, his eyes fixed on the holographic display showcasing the upcoming presidential election in Parkland. Grimnar watched intently as Zarvox began to explain."In Parkland," Zarvox began, “three candidates are running for the presidential position. However, one candidate stands out as the best, but we can't use him."Grimnar furrowed his brow in curiosity. "And why can't we use him?" he asked, with interest in his eyes.Zarvox turned to face Grimnar, a look of disdain crossing his features. "Because he's too weak for us," he explained. "He takes things too seriously, and he'll go to any length to destroy evil. We must do everything in our power to stop him from interfering with our plans." Zarvox grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Penn Lorenz is the perfect target for us. He's a greedy politician, the type we can easily manipulate to serve our interests."Grimnar's expression soured, clearly unimpressed. "And how exactly do you s
Lorenz sat quietly for a few moments, thinking hard about the offer. Suddenly, he had a thought that shook him: What if these men were setting him up to lose the election? He looked at them closely, his eyes sharp.Leaning forward, Lorenz spoke firmly, "I know what you're up to. You're spies from the opponent's camp, trying to trap me. But your plan won't work. Try again next time."Victor and Alex exchanged a glance and then smiled. Alex responded confidently, "Mr. Lorenz, we respect your political experience. It shows you've been in this game for a long time." He paused, still smiling, and placed the briefcase on the floor next to his chair.Lorenz looked at Victor and Alex suspiciously as Victor spoke up, "Alright, let's do this another way. Trust us, we're serious."Victor then reached into his briefcase and pulled out a book. He opened it to a page where the name of the winning presidential candidate was already written. Lorenz's eyes widened in shock. He knew that such a book co
Lorenz couldn't speak over the noise of the audience. He stood there silently, arms crossed, watching them shout. The council members tried to calm them down, but one of them lost his voice from shouting, his face turning red as he coughed.Eventually, the audience quieted down, and the room fell silent.Still coughing, the man gestured for Lorenz to continue speaking.Lorenz's voice rose in anger as he addressed the crowd. "Poverty has taken hold of you! Give me a chance to change that! Don't be foolish! Do you want to remain poor forever?!"Upon hearing Lorenz's words, a voice from the crowd shouted out, "He's calling us poor!" The accusation startled Lorenz, and the crowd erupted into chaos once again."Calm down, everyone!" Lorenz shouted above the noise. "I understand you're upset, but please, give me a chance to help you. We can work together!"But his plea fell on deaf ears as another voice, bold and defiant, cut through the uproar. "That's an insult! We don't need your help!"