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
"Help!" Kusandra hollered, jerking Rey, clutching to him tightly as if to stop him from disintegrating. "He's the only chance of saving the middle land from the upcoming crisis." However, her words seem to have fallen on deaf ears.The crowds stood still, not moving, lost, confused, and shocked at the same time. They were supposed to be celebrating the victory of defeating hundreds of giants and werewolves, but they were met with more shocking revelations. Their heads are still trying to wrap around what Garry said about Sebastian, and by the time they could react to the current situation, Rey Reed's body had disintegrated into the air, and his ashes were the only thing left behind.They gasped, fear gripped their hearts, and they knew for sure that they were doomed. So much happened in forty-eight hours. The siege, the war with the giants, the return of Dylan Knoll, the death of Gaius Arachidonic, and Rey also vanished in crisis. It's so much for them to think about. and they break d
All of them ruminated on Garry's suggestion in their minds one after the other, wondering if it was something to try or if they should just surrender their arms to Dylan. Considering the chance they had, the two plans were suicide attacks. Surrendering to Dylan will bring nothing but destruction, and following Garry's suggestion, on the other hand, is suicide. Well, it might bring forth good results. And who knows? It might be futile as well."Maybe we should just allow Dylan to return for us at the dawn of the lunar eclipse," Garry suggested, standing from the seat and strolling toward the exit door.Kusandra stood, too. "I guess Garry is right. Since none of you are ready to sacrifice your life, maybe we should just wait for Dylan and his men to come for us in seven days."Sebastian gasped in horror and then stared at his council's faces one after the other; excluding Garry and Kusandra, there were ten of them on the seat—all of them were his trusted advisors, born with noble blood,
If there's anything Ezra Miller hated in his entire life, it was being summoned by King Argus. He disliked him so much that he never ceased to disobey him. Everyone might regard King Argus as their rightful king because of his achievements, reign, strength, and every army that he commands, but Ezra Miller regards him as a fool. A weak man who can't fight his battle alone.He grumbled, rolled on his bed, and hissed in frustration. Why is it that the king never ceases to disturb his peaceful moments? Ezra hates Argus for that. That man surely knows when and how to interrupt his happy moments. He's just too arrogant."Ezra Miller, the king demands your presence on the battlefield." The servant that had come to summon him yelled.He groaned, "Tell your king that I'll see him in the evening. I'm having a peaceful sleep now."The servant dashed into his tent, removed the blanket that covered his body, revealing his naked buttocks, and slapped it.Ezra groaned again. The servant boy is just
Ezra Miller's men roared in victory. None of them had any doubt about his skills, and they never questioned him. He had never failed to defeat any opponent before, and he never ceased to amaze them with his skills at every war."Is there anyone else that wants to challenge me?" He demanded, his voice cold and harsh, like the sting of a scorpion. "Is there?"But his voice was met with silence. No one dared challenge him from King Ichabod's men. Slowly, the king himself stepped forward, and Ezra turned to give him a hard look."Who are you, son?" He inquired."Ezra Miller," he said harshly. "I'm the outcast son of the Jeroboam clan."The king smiled and said, "I won't forget that name, son." He stretched the staff to him and said, "Take this to your king; it's the staff that I used to govern my people."As Ezra stretched his hand out to receive the staff, a cold voice said, "Not so fast. Defeat me and my men, and you shall have the staff."Ezra looked at the new beings, and he shook his
Garry and Kusandra Dracaena Smith walked out of the palace through a secret door that leads out of the courtyard, leaving Sebastian and his council to settle the people. He believed he had done enough for him. For someone who lost two brothers less than a week ago, he's trying.Well, what choice does he even have? He couldn't break down yet. If there's anything Garry has learned from Rey, it's to never give up. He knew he should be mourning for those he loved. He should tear his clothes, put on a rag, pour ashes on his head, and fast for them. But Garry is doing the latter. Why? Because he knew none of the two beings would do that if they were in his position, especially when there was a way to bring one of them back.He walked towards the lone path that leads to their hut, Kusandra Dracaena following closely behind, and a great silence reigned between them.For some reason unknown to Garry himself, he felt safe, secure, and calm with Kusandra. He's feeling a strange sensation that he