"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
Flashback toOne hundred years agoNevertheless, he hardly had that typical demeanor. Xavier Knoll, Alpha of the black wolf pack, stood at the highest peak of the mountain. He is a tall man, wide and lean, with a broad chest, a wide jaw, a hard face, crimson blue eyes, and long braided blue hair to match the color of his eyes.He had small scars at the lower part of his cheek and plastered at his nose, crushed from too much battle. He was wearing his royal armor. A gold breastplate forged from Mount Vernon fire. Long, golden trousers that glisten with the help of the first sun. His breastplate is an armless one, exposing his muscles and light skin. He was clutching his blade tightly as if his life depended on it, waiting for the right moment to put it to use. Xavier could have used his claw. But he dislikes it. He hardly trained with his claws, unless compulsory. All his life, he had been breeding himself for a day like this. He was a die-hard warrior, a tough man, and hard to beat,
“You're the Titans' god of war,” Hela said, shifting away from Drax. “You're Deimos, the terror god.”Drax smiled. Of course, he is the one. The old man Tim is gone, he's now replaced with a middle-aged man, well-built, who had scars from different battle wounds. He had a white body like an albino, and the mark of the ancient Titans is visible on his body. “I know you all had different questions running through your head, but I want you to know that we don't have enough time for that,” he said, frowning his face as if nothing had just occurred. “Every savior in the middle land always had a protector,” he pointed at Kusandra and Garry, “the both of you were chosen for a special reason. I'm alive till now to guide you, it's your duty to protect him.”Garry scoffed, “Protect, you say?” He wonders how they will protect someone that can destroy a whole territory. Someone that had the spirit of an ancient demon beast, and was possessed by a god.If none of them were aware of what Rey could
Drax gasped back to life, his eyes flung open, and he adjusted to the environment almost immediately, and his body became tense. He's back at the place he never thought he'd visit again. The place that harbors his dread memories. A place of great anguish. A tortured place for unlucky beings and a paradise for the devil. A beautiful place for the Titans and a tormented place for both pure-blood gods and demigods. The underworld.Beside him, Garry and Kusandra Dracaena gasped to live, too, and their bodies tensed as the aura of the underworld overwhelmed them."The underworld," Garry commented, his eyes looking around like a robot. "It's the underworld, indeed."Drax ignored him and stood up, his armor making a clang as it met with the scabbard of the blade that was tied to his waist. He stretched a hand out to the two of them, and as they grabbed it, he yanked them up.As they let go of his hand, Drax examined the atmosphere. Nothing had changed. The earth, a dark, gloomy, and scary sk