Joe made his way back to the villa, his anger boiling over. He wanted to confront Lorenz and expose his wicked acts to the world.He entered the villa and stormed toward Lorenz's office, forcefully barging the door open. Lorenz was at his desk, working. Noticing Joe's rough entrance, he looked up, his eyes narrowing as Joe moved closer to his desk.Lorenz eyed Joe from head to toe, then finally spoke. "What is it? Haven't I paid you off?"Joe's voice shook with fury. "I have been loyal to you all these years, and all you could pay me back with is the dead bodies of my family. I swear, Lorenz, you will pay for this."Lorenz stood up and got in Joe's face. "How dare you call me by my name! You must be a bastard, son of a monster!"Joe's anger surged. "I promise you, Lorenz, you will regret this," he said, beating his chest in frustration.But Lorenz just laughed loudly, snubbing him and returning to his work. Joe's frustration peaked, and he clenched his fists, staring at Lorenz intentl
The News about the damaged gold imported from Mawuta had spread far and wide, stirring up strong reactions among people."Did you hear what Mawuta did?" a lady said to her friend as they walked down the street. "They gave us damaged gold. I thought they were better than that."Her friend defended Mawuta. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t jump to conclusions. It might be a set-up.""Set-up?" the first lady scoffed, eyeing her friend with disbelief. She hissed in annoyance and began to walk away, shaking her head.****Good evening, everyone. I'm Sarah Mitchell, and welcome to News at 10. Tonight, we have some hot topics that are stirring up quite a reaction across the country.First, let's dive into the issue of the damaged gold received from Mawuta. This controversy has set tongues wagging. People are questioning the integrity of the trade and the relationship between Parkland and Mawuta. Some citizens are already calling for answers.Amidst this, neither President Lorenz of Parkland nor Presi
In a northern district of the bustling city lies a vibrant marketplace. Here, amidst the hustle and bustle, vendors proudly display their goods while shoppers weave through the crowded aisles in search of treasures. The air is alive with the sounds of bargaining and the calls of merchants begging for attention.The scent of spices and cooking food wafts through the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted coffee. Colorful outfits flutter in the breeze, adding splashes of brightness to the day as customers examine the display of goods on offer.The door to the coffee shop quietly creaked open, and Royce Evans slipped in, looking around to make sure nobody noticed him. He kept checking his watch, aware that he was already twenty minutes late for work.Inside, the coffee shop was cozy and inviting. Small wooden tables and chairs filled the space, with people sitting and chatting over cups of coffee. The air was rich with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling
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
Royce took a moment to gather his thoughts before addressing the figure before him."First, let go of my hand right now!" Royce demanded, forcefully pulling his hand away from the figure's grasp."Secondly, when we first met, you showed no sympathy. All you did was tell me to sit up while I was in pain. I've never encountered such disregard. How old are you?" Royce questioned, his frustration evident in his tone.As Royce spoke, the figure's appearance shifted, transforming into flames that flashed toward him. Startled, Royce quickly ran for safety to the back of the tree."Mind your words, young man. I have no age. I exist in eternity," the figure responded sternly, its anger palpable even in its fiery form."What do you want from me?" Royce asked, his voice laced with fear."No questions for now. The danger is approaching," the figure replied."Fine. At least tell me your name," Royce kept disturbing, seeking some clarification to his confusion."I am Aethon Seraphel," the figure d
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
They finally arrived at a door after wandering through the seemingly endless corridors of the vast, silent building. The door stood out, ancient and towering, its surface adorned with intricate carvings and symbols that seemed to whisper secrets of old. "This is it, the gate of the Light Bearers," Aethon announced, his gaze fixed on the majestic door, which seemed to hold mysteries beyond the comprehension of mere mortals.Royce, puzzled and intrigued, couldn't help but ask, "What does that mean?""It means this door is special. It's not like any other door. It opens only for those who are not of this immortal realm. But you, because of your unique fate, will get to go through it" Aethon explained with a solemnity that made the air around them feel heavy."How will we do that?" Royce pressed, his curiosity piqued."I'll go in first to prepare the way. You'll need to wait here for me," Aethon said, laying out the plan.But the thought of being left alone in this eerie, quiet space mad
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