Lucas hastened his steps towards Aline's house, driven by a longing he could no longer contain. As he neared the doorway, Aline greeted him at the threshold, her eyes shimmering with anticipation, as though she had sensed his arrival before he even reached her.Their connection seemed to transcend the ordinary, marked by a silent understanding that only deepened their bond. Aline, with a swift and deliberate motion, reached out for Lucas, her embrace firm and inviting. Lucas, in turn, wrapped his arms around her with an intensity that spoke volumes of his feelings. The reunion was passionate, their kiss a testament to the enduring connection that time and distance had failed to diminish.In a moment of vulnerability, Aline's voice, soft yet tinged with emotion, broke the silence. "You know how much I missed you, why did it take so long to come back?" Her words, laced with jealousy and longing, were emphasized by a provocative gesture that left no room for misunderstanding.Lucas had p
Lucas opened his eyes to the shy morning light filtering through the gap in the curtains, which illuminated his face, now freed from the grip of sleep. Beside him, Aline remained deeply immersed in her dreams, her steady breathing signaling profound peace. At that moment, Lucas was struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, an acute awareness that he had been transported back in time to five days earlier, a serene period before the world teetered on the brink of apocalypse due to the catastrophic assault by the Heavenly Demon and its legion of over a thousand Heavenly Puppets."Turns out he really can send me back in time," Lucas whispered softly, awestruck by the realization that his mysterious benefactor had indeed granted him the ability to traverse the fabric of time.What had unfolded five days later bore the weight of a nightmarish reality, as the Heavenly Demon, wielding its formidable Heavenly Puppets—each possessing the formidable power of a Domain Master—launched a merciless att
In the midst of a sudden and eerie silence, a series of wooden puppets appeared, moving with an elegance that belied their deadly nature. One after another, they emerged from beneath the ground, each figure distinct in appearance and aura. However, among them, one puppet in particular captured Lucas's attention.Lucas's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions at the sight, hinting at a deep, nostalgic sensation. This wooden puppet stood out from the "Heavenly Puppet" Lucas had previously vanquished. It bore an uncanny resemblance to someone he knew: with white hair flowing gracefully, reminiscent of a waterfall illuminated by the full moon, it exuded an aura that was both familiar and haunting. It was Arane, or at least, a near-perfect replica of him."Heavenly Demon," Lucas uttered, breaking the silence. His voice carried a blend of admiration and hatred, reflecting the complex emotions stirred by the sight of the puppet.With a wide, proud smile, the Heavenly Demon raised his hand, co
Amidst the eerie silence, seven shadowy figures approached Lucas, their steps synchronized and determined. Lucas appeared contemplative, devoid of any sense of triumph following the battle. Although he had vanquished the heavenly Demon, causing it to vanish, a sense of defeat lingered within him."What is a Soul Eater?" Lucas murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if acknowledging a newfound presence within him—an enigma even to himself.Arane, having overheard Lucas, displayed a deep concern."Lucas, what's troubling you?" she inquired gently."A Soul Eater is a forbidden technique," Arane explained, her complexion turning ashen upon realizing Lucas had been struck by this sinister attack.Taking a deep breath, Lucas surveyed the surroundings, which bore the scars of their recent conflict, resembling a crater left by a meteor. Yet, the revelation of the Soul Eater technique weighed heavily on his mind."What does this technique do?" Lucas inquired.Among his seven followers,
In the serene embrace of the desert night, a solitary house stands as a quiet observer to the spectacle of two enchanting young women bathed in the soft luminescence of the moon. Despite the chill of the night air, it fails to deter them from stepping outdoors, allowing the fine desert sand to caress their skin, offering an unexpected warmth in contrast to the cold.Indeed, they found themselves immersed in an unusual form of bathing, using the cold sand under the night sky. It was a rare and peculiar sight."God, protect our kingdom. Forgive us for our failures to heed Your commands," one woman voiced into the night, her words a prayer to the resplendent full moon overhead.Vadam, revered as the Dancer of Heaven, cast her gaze towards the heavens, her heart filled with skepticism. "I cannot believe," she whispered, her voice blending with the nocturnal breeze, "that this unconventional dance is a decree from the divine. There's a misunderstanding somewhere." Her ebony hair gleamed un
Vadam, the enigmatic woman, swiftly transitioned from her position at the rear of the camel she was mounted on. With a burst of unexpected agility, she launched herself towards the camel that Lucas was riding, her actions sparking a wave of bewilderment among the guards who were eyewitnesses to her abrupt maneuver. Despite the close proximity to Lucas, causing their bodies to press together, he remained silent, his reaction subdued in contrast to the dramatic entrance of Vadam."I just want to be near you," Vadam confessed, her words eliciting a curious raise of an eyebrow from Lucas. This woman, known as Vadam, often behaved impulsively. She had previously complimented Lucas, likening his scent to the fresh allure of morning dew. Now, she had boldly leaped onto his camel without hesitation."Miss Vadam, how may I assist you?" Lucas inquired, maintaining his composure. Vadam tilted her head upwards, locking eyes with Lucas. Despite her physical stature being shorter than Lucas's, her
At first glance, the kingdom appeared resplendent, its grandeur masking a tumultuous narrative unfolding within the throne room, where the reigning monarch was engulfed in a maelstrom of emotion."The Heavenly Dancer has yet to return," the King declared, his voice echoing ominously among the walls, which were embellished with divine tales. "And of her escorts, none survived their encounter with the search party.""Damn it!""Why would anyone dare to assault the Heavenly Dancer? Do they not fear my wrath? I am a deity," he proclaimed, his tone betraying a desperate need for affirmation. This craving for recognition stemmed from a deep-seated insecurity, particularly when he compared himself to his ancestors, who were venerated as flawless deities.In his presence stood an elderly minister, clad in somber black robes, his complexion ashen. "Sire, we have exhausted every option. Additional search parties will soon report back.""Why is everything taking so long?""The Dancer of Heaven r
Amidst the hustle and bustle of a tavern that stood gracefully at the edge of town, under the dazzling moonlight above the endless desert, a mysterious man, known by the moniker "Moon of the Desert," sat with a sharp gaze. "I believe there is information here," he murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the surrounding noise. His name, Moon of the Desert, was fitting; like the moon illuminating the darkness, he traveled in search of the truth hidden behind a veil of mystery. He had received a special assignment directly from the king: to search for any signs of the existence of gods around their kingdom. On the other side of the table, a dialogue between two figures caught his attention. A bald man with a piercing gaze and a man with a relaxed demeanor and long stature were engaged in a discussion. "You know, in the middle of the desert, some people have seen storms," said the bald man, his voice low but clear. "Isn't that normal?" replied the long man, his eyebrows raised