Rey Reed Smith trained until he wasn't sure if he could proceed or take any more death from his enemies. The blood lord is now training him with blades, sticks, fire bows, and throwing off different short and light metals.He occasionally ran, jumped when necessary, hid when needed, and killed from the shadows if required. During all the time of his training, his mind lay on the circle of trees and the sword that lay at their heart. He couldn't forget it—not so fast. It belongs to him, and he will make sure to get it back. He will never accept defeat from a mirror image. Something that doesn't even exist-not entirely real.Rey could still feel the pain of his wounds. Even though the blood lord had dressed the thorn scratches and the deeper puncture with herbs to aid the healing, which also suppressed the pain a little, he could still feel the pain with every step it took.Rey knew that the blood lord had the power to take away his pain. It's something he can do with a flip of his hand
Rey Reed Smith gasped as he found himself on a lonely road. He heard a ticking beside him, and he saw a compass. He needs no one to tell him that it will lead him to his friends.What Rey needs now is privacy. He needed to reminisce about what had occurred to him in the past few hours. He couldn't believe that he had officially become the messenger of a dark lord. But he couldn't think about that now. At least they had given him a chance to leave; that means his next move should be how he will save his friends before they perish.He hadn't walked more than five miles, following the direction of the compass when he appeared on the south side of the Styx river. His gaze stretched forward, and he saw the wreckage of ships sinking, flames dying off, and the ships letting out an angry hiss as they met with the water.He averted his gaze, and it collided with two beings fighting viciously on the field. On the other side, he saw his friends. They were vastly outnumbered, and Kusandra is the
Theme; crisis in another realmThe rest of the team, including Drax, fidgeted as Rey stood proudly in front of the advancing men, staring at them as if they were worth nothing. He looks confident, which is unusual. He wasn't panicking, nor was he attempting to attack. That leaves them in a mystery of, "What's he planning?"They tried to make themselves into a thing of immovable rock, still as tall as the wall of Tartarus nearby. It didn't work for them, though. They had been waiting for too long, and the armies never stopped advancing either."One hundred and fifty-one thousand," Rey kept counting. He wasn't sacred, crouched, and stiffening like the rest of the team. But instead, he stands comfortable as if waiting for his bride."It seems like you don't look bothered despite the armies," came Argus' voice. He stood about thirty feet away from Rey, watching his next move and anticipating his action. "You remind me of someone, though.""Of a scary dog named Ezra," Rey answered, still n
When the chaos continued with soldiers firing at each other blindly, a soldier's voice called for the men to cease fire, but it was in vain at first."Hold your fire," he shouted louder, but Rey could guess the soldiers were giving the order so they could reload. He wasn't sure if it was the order to bring the cacophony to an end either.Rey rose from his belly and ran, knowing very well that he had a little time before the men closed in on the spot where he was staying. He felt for the minds ahead of him, and he could sense the thought of men moving to cut him off. He let out a deadly smile.He leaped at one of the men in the mist, but it was starting to thin now, and he saw him coming. He parried the blow and then another. Rey struck again for the third time, and his blade easily slipped through the man's defense, cutting him down smoothly. The screaming of the man alerted a few soldiers nearby, and they charged at Rey. He runs again, bursting through the circle, and begins his mas
Hela of Hellene heaved a sigh of tiredness, pulled her body out of the chair she had been sitting in for the past three days of the departure, and walked to the exit door. She pushed it open, and she was welcomed by the brightness of the moon, which illuminated the room instantly. In fact, it was brighter than the candle that she lit on the wall.She examined the three bodies once again and hoped that they would wake up soon. It had been three good days since they left, and there had been no sign of Crows or anything to indicate that they were dead or alive. The few things she keeps doing are monitoring their bodies, keeping the hut safe, cleaning their bodies when necessary, and sleeping alongside them. She only went out when she thought it was safe to gather provisions and return to the hut.Hela didn't even bother to ask for news about what was going on in the region or at the king's palace. She didn't even have time to chat with her neighbor, let alone listen to the gossip of the
Still clutching tightly to Hela's ankles, the woman raises her feet, her body filled with grains, her eyes blazing red with fury, and Hela needs no one to tell her that she's doomed."I swear, it... I...I...didn't...do it—" a loud slap from the woman shut her up, forcing Hela to hold her cheek in shock. She looked at the woman, surprised at her strength. The sound of the slap reverberated through her ear, causing a tremendous headache.The woman snatched Hela's clothes and snarled, "Tell me, how should I skin you?""I will pay for your damages, but right now, there's something urgent that I need to do." As if listening to her voice, another crow came from the top of a nearby tree, and Hela forced herself to look up.The crow met her gaze, sending a terrible shiver down her spine and causing her to shiver. "Caw! Caw!! Caw!!!" The crow shouted, flapping its wings and diving straight for Hela.As soon as Hela saw the crow coming, an Idea crept into her mind. This woman won't listen to he
Theme: Rise! Roar!! Revolt!!!Rey Reed Smith ran into the city, sprinting through the outskirts and along the narrow streets in the middle land, hopping across the rooftops where it was quicker like a bird, and staying out of sight of the crowds below that were celebrating their returns and mourning for Drax at the same time.Rey Reed Smith knew he should stay with them, too, mourning for Drax and Gaius. They were both heroes. They died for a greater purpose—for the salvation of the middle land—and to revive him. Drax surrendered his life so he [Rey] could survive, be revived, and return to the middle land so he could save the people from the wrath of Xavier Knoll and stop the assault of Dylan Knoll and his companion, Caliste.Rey knew he shouldn't be doing this alone. He should at least inform Kusandra and leave Garry to mourn his brother. But Rey didn't need that. With his new-found power from the blood lord, the strength given to him by the fountain water, and the skills he learned
Theme: Rise! Roar!! Revolt!!!Dylan Knoll tried his best to remain calm like he had been doing in the past few days, as the ship carried him and his company through the waves of the Black Sea. It wasn't easy because his stomach threatened to rebel with every lurch of the vessel, but he forced himself to stay strong with the determination not to embarrass himself or his prestige anymore.He had humiliated himself ever since he began his quest for the Middle Land throne and revived his cousin. But now, with Caliste by his side, he will surely attain victory. He couldn't wait to conquer the Middle Land, defeat Sebastian, and take the throne for himself. Especially now that he's succeeded in killing the warlord, there's no one left to stop him.He left for his hometown five days ago to gather armies and prepare for battle against Sebastian and his soldiers, planning to take them when they least expected it, when they were mourning their loved one.Apart from claiming the throne for himsel