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
"Stay together if you want to survive," Caliste said. She might not be a fighter, but she still had the aura of a leader. She had the authority that came from being a dark witch for too long, and she used it to control demons. "I want an orderly withdrawal, not a rout! We can hold them together. Stand right!"She shouted because it was the only way they could hear her voice amongst the whistling of cannon, muskets and arrows. The men looked at her, shocked by the great authority and aura that she was emitting, but they did as she had commanded. They followed her command, and they fought.There's nothing elegant about the violence of this battle. There's nothing to be proud of about it. If only Dylan had listened to her, he might still be alive to control his men. Even Caliste knew when to act with courage and when to retreat.She had seen Dylan and his men training in the field on multiple occasions. But those had been displays of speed, bravery, skill, and style. This was a pure batt
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