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
As Rey Reed Smith kept charging toward Caliste, he couldn't help but think about Drax. He missed him so much. Even though he only met and stayed with him for a few minutes, Rey still felt bad because the man sacrificed his life for him to get out of the underworld.The more Rey thinks about the fight against the hellhound, the more he transfers his aggression to Dylan's men. He needs to teach them a thing or two. He will make sure that none of them leave this beach alive. They will pay for what Dylan did to him, Gaius, and Drax with their lives.Nevertheless, Rey couldn't stop the events of the underworld from replaying over and over in his head. It was like he was stuck in the hell loop again.**********Flashback**********The battle of Lord Drax and Rey Reed took place on the massive battlefield in front of the Tartarus wall. The moment Rey dashed to the front line, Drax followed while ordering Kusandra, Charon, and Garry to stay behind and keep blowing the horn.The field was tee
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
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