"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
A whirlwind blew across the desert floor, followed by thousands of books, which formed a portal. This continues for several minutes; the book keeps forming a large portal, and it eventually becomes the center of attention. The few foot soldiers from both sides that were near the area halted the battle and then focused on the new scene.Three minutes later, five beings emerged out of the portal. The first one is Rey Reed Smith. He had a short blade strapped to the scabbard that was hanging at his waist and two daggers at his boot. Garry stood at his right side, his body buzzing with electricity and vibrating at a high frequency.On the left side stood Gaius; his bow pointed straight at the opposite enemy, and two arrows were set, ready to be released. Linda Boston and the new woman, Kusandra Dracaena, stand behind Linda had a blade in her hand, and Kusandra Dracaena had a wand and book in her hand."They're the remaining giants," Garry said, breaking the silence. "Except that they were
The loud wailing and mournful aura of the palace revive Rey back to reality. His world was black, spinning, and revolving. He could feel his head banging hard, aching as if something hard had been used to knock his skull.As Rey kept coming back alive, his vision started getting clearer, as did the wailing and mourning of people. Their noise keeps getting into his head, disrupting his brain, and causing his headache to increase."He's alive!" He heard people gasping, and he looked clueless.Rey dragged his body to a sitting position, and he could hear people gasping in shock. That made him ignore all the pain he was feeling in his body and rest his back on the wall behind him. Eventually, Rey was able to get a proper glimpse of his environment, and what he saw made his heart sink.He was sitting on a bed in the middle of the physician's hall. All around him, wailing in pain, are the casualties of war. Some had a leg; some had none; others had an arm; and most had none. Some had bruise
Rey gave Sebastian a look of fury, and the urge to kill him is overwhelming. He walked towards him, grabbed the collar of his robe, and slammed his back against the wall of the passage. Rey snarled, and Sebastian gasped as a fang protruded out of his mouth. His eyes flash red and black and then return to normal pale blue."Can you see what your greed has caused?" He snarled, choking him more against the wall. "Did you know the number of people who have lost their lives because you tried to create a future that is not supposed to exist?""I can still make it up for their relatives," Sebastian defended himself.Rey scoffed, "Can you?" and pressed him more tightly against the wall. "What about those that didn't have relatives or bloodlines left? Can you make it up to El Monstruo? You're a killer and a bloody liar.""I agreed!" Sebastian spoke in a melancholy tone. He didn't deny or argue with Rey.Rey yanked him up, wheeled him around, and slammed his body against the opposite wall. His
Rey Reed Smith, a man hosting the spirit of an ancient god, bred for war, and having a hellhound spirit trapped in his body, led the war against Dylan's giants that were camping near the Black Sea and Cador river.He stands on the war chariot that was given to him by Sebastian, two horses in front of the chariot, and drags it with immersive speed that surprised Rey himself. Beside him stood Linda Boston. She was guiding all the equipment that Rey brought along with him to use in battle.Behind Rey Reed Smith are the hundred men riding horses, each one of them holding a weapon that suits them. With the look on their faces, one could easily tell that they were ready to lay down their lives for their generation. They care less about themselves. Even though Rey Reed had chosen the front line, a place where the battle would be heated, and still took a hundred men with him, they feared not.When they reached the top of the hill that divided the armies, Rey wasn't surprised to see them just
Kusandra Dracaena, an average-height woman, was the daughter of a beautiful and powerful sorcerer, yet she appeared like a warrior princess. She was the daughter of Marcarìa, Hades' daughter and Rey Reed Smith, the boy with soul nectar power. She's the product of what occurred between the two beings when Joy's heart was turned dark by Hades after being struck by a tracker-jacker insect.She was among the few lucky beings that escaped from the wrath of the gods. Her mother died while giving birth to her, and Rey Reed Smith died while trying to protect his wife from the attack of the gods. It was not something he did willingly, but he had no choice, especially when he discovered that Joy was carrying his baby.The war was so catastrophic that lives were lost while most of the Middle-earth gods and goddesses were sent into extinction, including Hodesh, the witch, and Marvel, the daughter of Dracula. Rumors had it that some had their souls trapped in Hilton, but Kusandra Dracaena didn't w
Gaius, a man in his early thirties, trained in the woods with arrows, blades, throwing knives, and slings; leads the war against the incoming werewolves and a few giants. It was exactly as Rey had predicted. Dylan was planning to attack the city wall at dawn, took them unaware, and brought the palace's wall down.Gaius led the thousands of shooters, running with immersive speed and hoping that this wouldn't be his first and last battle. Gaius is a well-trained hunter with a master's degree; he's the best shooter in the middle land. Nevertheless, he had never fought in a war before. All he did was rescue people, defend the innocent, and protect people at night. He had never been to the front lines of a battle before.Nevertheless, Gaius didn't let this frighten him. He believes that Dylan's armies were men like him but harboring great power; and all men could fall. Gaius had confidence in his bow, arrows, and brother-in-arm. They will never let him down. Though they had bows, arrows, s
Because Garry is the god of speed in the middle land, it took them approximately fifteen seconds to reach Dylan's hideout, Caliste Cave. What made them waste time was that they had to pick up Kusandra Dracaena Smith on their way. She was already lost in the woods, trying to find the footpath that Caliste left behind.Second, it took them a lot of effort to get past the spell of Calista, the mind illusion, and the slippery road. It's all thanks to Kusandra Dracaena's magic. If not, Rey doubts the chances of them outsmarting the magic soon.Rey led the way to the cave of Caliste, the same place where Dylan begged for help. Garry and Kusandra followed him closely. They tread carefully on the dark path, following the light stick that was hung on the wall of the cave passage.After walking for what seems like an eternity in the silent, creeping cave that's full of choking aura, the trio finally arrived at a chamber with a huge door that was emitting great light, reeking of energy, and glin
Rey takes a moment to steady himself; his voice tinged with determination. “And what potential are you talking about?” He feigned ignorance, forcing his mind not to think of any thoughts that might sell him out.“But your mind says otherwise,” The blood lord pressed.Rey decided to tease him, saying, “I am, Master. I am ready to face any trial and overcome any obstacle that might stand in my way of finding my father.”The Blood Lord nods approvingly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Very well, young apprentice. Tonight, under the watchful eye of the full moon, you will begin your adventure. But remember, the path you choose will forever alter your destiny. There is no turning back,” he threatens Rey, and the latter gulps down nothing in particular.Rey takes a deep breath, steeling himself for anything the blood lord might say next. The forest seems to hold its breath, awaiting his response.“I understand your trick,” he said shakily. “I am prepared to walk this path
“King?!” Hela exclaimed, her mouth wide open in agape. “When did he become a King? Of which territory? Who appointed him?” She couldn't hide her shock.A man stepped forward from the crowds, and Garry recognized him as one of the ten nobles who dedicated their lives to Sebastian. He couldn't believe that people changed so quickly. There's only one explanation for the rise against Sebastian: Rey defeated him in a duel. And, of course, it makes sense. Who needs a weak, incapable, and cowardly king? Someone who couldn't even lead his men to war depends on werewolves and chariot riders to do his job.Nevertheless, Garry doubted he would make a better king either. He was still trying to wrap his head around the offer of becoming the leader of his community, filling his brother's shoes, and tending to the affairs of the people; now, they were offering the title of king.I can't do it; Garry thought, shaking his head. It doesn't make sense. He couldn't control a community; how could he contr
Rey Reed Smith, Glen Garry, Kusandra Dracaena, and Hela of Hellene walked inside the ancient hut that was built by Gaius before his demise, surrounded by a rich tapestry of history and culture. The hut, nestled deep within a dense forest, far away from where other beings might have discovered it easily, emanated an air of mystery and intrigue. Its exterior stood weathered by time, a testament to its ancient origins, while the interior revealed secrets of a bygone era.Gaius intentionally built this as a resting place after he had finished his weekly training with Garry, to take rest from the calamity of the outside world and also to rest his head whenever the affairs of the council became too much for him to handle. It's a beautiful place that holds beautiful moments between the two brothers. It's where Garry began his training as a night racer.As they approached the hut, the first thing that caught their eye was its rustic exterior. The walls were constructed from an intricate latti
In the shadowed depths of the night, amidst the eerie ambiance of a forest near Steve's cemetery, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolded. Rey Reed Smith, possessing fierce determination, stood face-to-face with his formidable adversary, King Sebastian. The air crackled with anticipation as their eyes locked in an unwavering gaze. Both warriors prepared to engage in a monumental duel of hand combat.“Rey Reed Smith,” Sebastian called tenderly. “We can still sort this out before it's too late.”Rey scoffed, Sebastian's words sounding like a cowardly tone in his ear, fueling his rage and anger and increasing his urge to tear him apart. He had made a sacred vow to Gaius' grave, and he would not break it. Everyone involved in his death must die, too. They must join him in the land of the dead. No sinner must go unpunished.“Are you scared?” Rey scowled. “You are afraid of me kicking you to the ground, disgracing your honor, and relieving you from your position as the great Alpha King of the Midd
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the serene landscape of the middle land. Steves' cemetery, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood as a hallowed ground where the fallen heroes and nobles of the Middle Land found their eternal rest. Today, it bore witness to a poignant gathering of Rey Reed Smith, Garry, Kusandra, King Sebastian, and a host of other nobles, all adorned in regal attire, except for Rey, who was still wearing his armor.As the assembled group stepped into the cemetery, a hush fell over them as if the very air acknowledged the solemnity of the occasion. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze mingled with the distant melody of a river, creating a gentle symphony that whispered through the crowd. The atmosphere was heavy with reverence and sorrow, yet beneath it lay an unyielding sense of gratitude for the sacrifices made by the fallen soldiers.The cemetery, meticulously tended with vibrant flowers and tranquil stone walkways, l
In the heart of the Middle-Land Kingdom, nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, stood the magnificent palace of King Sebastian. The palace itself was a sight to behold, with its grand archways, towering spires, and intricate stone carvings that told stories of a bygone era. The era of the gods, But it was the palace backyard that truly captivated all who beheld its beauty.As Rey stepped into the backyard, a sense of tranquility washed over him. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers, carried on a gentle breeze that rustled through the tall, ancient trees. A symphony of birdsong filled the air, their melodic tunes blending harmoniously with the trickling sound of a nearby fountain.He continued the stroll towards the palace wall, taking a sharp bend, and he was welcomed by a well-manicured garden which sprawled before him, a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery. Flowerbeds burst with a riot of blossoms, their petals ranging from fiery reds
Garry found himself walking along the winding path through the dense woods that led to the king's palace, the sunbeams filtering through the treetops and casting playful shadows on the forest floor. It was a serene and peaceful afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility enveloping him. With each step, his thoughts drifted toward the one person who had been occupying his mind lately: Kusandra.It had been three days since the war at the beach. The death of Dylan, the fleeing of Caliste, and the fame of Rey Reed Smith had spread so far across the three other tribes of the middle land, and they all acknowledged Rey as their commander. Xavier Knoll was nowhere to be found after the war, and no one bothered about him since his curse had been lifted.Kusandra, with her sparkling green eyes and infectious laughter, had become a source of warmth in Garry's life. They had known each other for a few days—approximately two months—their paths crossed occasionally, but it was
Caliste, the dark witch, stood tall on the battlefield, surrounded by a harrowing scene of death and destruction caused by Rey Reed Smith. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the lingering echoes of battle. Dressed in a flowing black robe that seemed to absorb the light around her, she exuded an aura of malevolence and power.Her appearance was striking, with long, flowing, ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows. Her piercing eyes, a deep shade of violet, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting the fury and wrath burning within her. They seemed to hold the secrets of ancient magic and unfathomable darkness.Caliste's pale skin bore the mark of her mystical journey, adorned with intricate black tattoos that snaked across her arms and neck, resembling arcane symbols and sigils. They seemed to writhe and move as if imbued with a life of their own, resonating with the pulsating energy of the battlefield.In her hand, she wielded a twisted st
As soon as Rey Reed Smith cleared the first wave of soldiers that surrounded him and Kusandra, he stood behind her, his eyes burning with resentment and determination. The crashing waves provided a fitting backdrop to the imminent round that was about to unfold—another round of chaos. His grip tightened around the hilt of his gleaming sword as he scanned the horizon, examining the next round of opponents again.Suddenly, the next group of heavily armored adversaries stepped forward, marching toward him and Kusandra with malicious intent.“Stay here, and help watch out for the witch for me. She might want to try her mental power on me.” He said this to Kusandra, and the latter nodded her head in approval. She knew better than to argue with him.Without hesitation, Reed lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel echoed across the beach as his blade met the first enemy's weapon, sparks flying in a shower of defiance, his mental ability fly