Dylan winces in pain as one of his men tends to the wounds on his shoulder. The man sewed it and cut off the thread from the needles he was using before cleaning and plastering the wounds. After that, the man packed the equipment he used and walked away.Dylan readjusted himself in his sitting position and rested his back against the wall of the cave. As his back touches the cave wall, he moans and shakes his head in empathy for his life.Dylan could feel all the bones in his body broken, his solar plexus cracked, and his ribs scattered into different pieces underneath his flesh. Dylan could feel his wounds healing, but slowly. He had never had such an encounter in his life. It's the worst battle he ever fought.Everything was going smoothly for him until the hellhound appeared. He had been riding through village after village, destroying towns, massacring people, and crumbling their towns. He had been winning the war, earning the trust of his hundreds of men, and getting people to fe
Today's a grievous day for Dylan. It's a day he will mourn till eternity, a day he will never forget; altogether with the rest of his pack. They will remember this day as a day he failed to lead them into victory, a day he was defeated by two teens, and a day he lost his only son, the heir to his throne.Dylan keeps riding in the midnight cold without bothering to cover his tracks or body. He was wearing his trousers only, with a blade equipped to his horse. He can never be too careless.The only thought that occupied Dylan's heart apart from the grief of losing his child was seeing the dark witch, Caliste. Dylan had a lot of questions for her. He needs to know about the boy with hellhound power, the teen boy with super speed, and what Linda Boston means by "the keys to stopping evil in the middle land."If Brandon hadn't killed himself, Dylan might have discarded the thought of visiting Caliste because of the fight between them, but he had no choice now. He needs to kill the two bein
Lost, alone, and afraid; the weary Dylan spots a distant light inside the dark cottage he found himself in. The cottage lurks, almost buried in the undergrowth, and strange and terrifying sights can be glimpsed through the ivy-encrusted windows.Standing a few feet away from Dylan was the witch herself. She was dressed in black tails, a top hat, a wand in one hand, black scandal, and well-cut hair. She was the perfect picture of a debonair, gentle woman and was assisted by three attractive young women.She flicked the short wand in her hand, and a white dove flew out. Gradually, the dove started growing in size, its feathers flapping hard, and it went straight for Dylan.On instinct, Dylan raised his palm to cover his eyes, but he was late by seconds. The dove slapped his face with its wing, and Dylan staggered back. He opened his eyes only to find himself in another place. He was now standing in a huge living room that was decorated with runes and sketches. But the room was empty. It
Dylan wiped the sweat that formed on his forehead as he climbed over the medium-sized gate of Mordor. As soon as his feet touched the earth, he looked back at the gate he had just climbed and shook his head. It wasn't as easy as he thought.He had been riding all night ever since he left Caliste's cottages, so he will make it to Mordor by dawn. Even though it was a stressful journey, he was still able to make it to the city of giants.Dylan dusted his clothes and started strolling through the streets of Mordor. He held firmly in his head the direction and instructions given to him by Caliste. She had warned him that a single mistake would cost him his life, or worse, trap him here with eternal torment from the dead souls that were murdered gruesomely by the ancient witch and her companion.Of course, Dylan had read about the ancient witch, the history of Mordor, and how it perished. But all this while, it thought it was a folktale. He never believed in any of it until now.As Dylan ke
King Cassius was shocked beyond explanation at the scene in front of him. Ever since the war between the ancient gods and his people, he had never received visitors. He didn't need to go to the outside world before he knew that Mordor was extinct to them. It was forgotten, ruined, and abandoned.King Cassius, a half-rotten skeleton that was brought back to life with the help of Lord Darius during his reign on his throne, took a small step toward Dylan and looked down at him in awe. The general and Orion also followed him closely."Human!" King Cassius bellowed, cracked his neck, and maggots poured out. "You located this place, how?"Dylan smirked and stood proud. He's a king after all. A ruler, a commander of thousands of wolves, a warlord. His past achievement flushed in his head, followed by pride. Dylan won't fall at the feet of a skeleton, not now and not anytime soon. He was meant to rule everything, and everyone."I seek a private session with you, Cassius," Dylan demanded.The
The sky parted away for the new day, and the sun revealed itself in full glory. The first sun penetrated Rey's eyes, waking him. He weakly raised his palm to shield his face from the harsh burning of the sun and rolled on the bed.Rey kept rolling, hoping to get a few hours' rest, but he couldn't. Though it had been a hectic day for him, the best thing he needed was a great sleep to recover his vitality, but he couldn't. After several minutes of failed options, he got up from the bed.Rey walked to the closet, picked up a black singlet, and strode to the door. He placed his hand on the oak door, getting ready to push it when the door was opened from outside. Garry walked in, and blocked his exit.Rey didn't need to ask; he knew what he came for. He wanted to apologize because of what happened last night."I need to feed my horse," he said, trying to walk past him. Yet, Garry didn't bulge.He responded, "I did it already.""I need to tend to the wounds," Rey argued. "I need to check ev
Rey Reed Smith galloped on his horse, racing to the outskirts of the middle land, flanked by Garry, Gaius, and Linda Boston. They were all riding hard beside him; all of them were determined and ready to fight, and they wanted to finish Dylan once and for all.Even though it was a suicide attempt, they didn't care. After all, they were sworn brothers.Rey Reed couldn't wrap his head around the reason why Lord Rey told him to accept the offer from Sebastian Stan. Rey tried asking him multiple times, but he wouldn't reply. The man went silent, leaving Rey Reed to solve the misery he created all alone. Worst of all, he said, they are going alone, without soldiers.After hours of riding, they came near the sacked city, and huge, billowing black clouds rolled toward them. The smoke filled Rey and his team's noses, and they sneezed before covering their noses with their palms and riding with a hand each.It pained Rey Reed Smith to see some regions of the middle land like this. Some part of
"Help is fast approaching." Rey Reed repeated, wondering what Lord Rey meant.Lord Rey exclaimed, "And here comes the magic!"Suddenly, flames engulfed all the skeletons, burning them to ashes. A woman appeared amidst the chaos, holding a big book in her hand and murmuring some audible words.The woman let go of the book, and it started floating in the air. She stretched her hand, drawing somatic spells, and blew air with her mouth. Instantly, a page from the book was forcefully removed, and it went flying in the air, rotating around dozens of skeletons. Before the blink of an eye, the earth parted and swallowed the skeletons."Magic indeed," Rey said, forcing his way out of the skeletons that surrounded him.Rey watched as the woman brought out a wand from the inner pocket of her robe and flipped it. She swirled around, pointing the wand at a skeleton, and it shattered. She threw the wand in the air and whistled. The wand did surprising things by turning into a blade and cutting down