a lady was currently standing firmly opposite two strong men. The men held a bag filled to the brim with shimmering jewelry. The expression on the girl's face was serious, indicating she meant business. "Hand over the bag," she said firmly, "and I'll let you live." Her words hung in the air, charged with determination.The two men exchanged glances, unable to contain their laughter. "Who should be begging for their life here? You or us?" one of the men taunted, amusement evident in his voice. Their confidence seemed unshakable in the face of the girl's demand.The girl stood there in silence for a moment, contemplating her next move. Then, without warning, she sprang into action. With a sudden burst of energy, she lunged forward, brandishing two daggers that emitted an eerie glow. The men, taken aback, swiftly drew their pocket knives, preparing to defend themselves against this unexpected threat. But the girl's skill with the daggers was unmatched.With lightning-fast movements, she
Rowan quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. The presence lurking in the shadows seemed to draw closer, its intentions unclear. Fear mingled with curiosity as he contemplated whether to confront or flee from the unknown entity tailing him.The city streets, once bustling with life, now felt desolate and foreboding. Every flickering streetlight cast elongated shadows, distorting reality and fueling Rowan's unease. He tried to shake off the growing sense of dread, but it clung to him like a persistent specter.With each passing moment, Rowan's imagination conjured up countless possibilities, each more menacing than the last. The unknown entity seemed to move with purpose, mirroring his every turn, heightening his anxiety. Doubt gnawed at his resolve, leaving him on edge.Rowan's footsteps echoed through the empty streets, his mind racing as he tried to devise an escape plan. The distant sounds of the city were muffled, drowned out by the cacophony of his racing thoughts. H
A lady stood at the door of an empty church, facing outside. She watched as vehicles passed by and people walked along the street. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of her husband approaching from a particular direction. He walked until he stopped, about five meters away from the church building. The woman looked puzzled as her husband stood there with a mysterious smile on his face. "Rowan?" she called out, feeling puzzled. "Yes, honey," her husband replied."What is going on?" the woman asked, her confusion evident."I am here to take you out," her husband said. She furrowed her brow, trying to comprehend the situation."You know, it's been a long time since we had some fun, so I thought we should revisit our old days a little," her husband explained.The woman glanced to the side, then back at her husband. "But you instructed us not to go beyond five meters from the church premises. Why the sudden change of heart?" she asked, seeking clarification.Her husband sighed. "Well, about
Ajatar plopped down and crossed her legs like a meditating pro. She started babbling some gibberish that made no sense to anyone listening. All of a sudden, her pupils disappeared, and her eyes turned totally white. Her babbling got louder as the wind went berserk. Then, just like that, the wind stopped, she stopped babbling, and collapsed on the ground like a noodle. Dominor handed her a cup of water and said, "Drink up, my child." Ajatar chugged the water so fast she nearly choked. When she finally stopped coughing, Rowan and Dominor couldn't take their eyes off her."Well?" Dominor asked, looking all curious and stuff.I saw him," Ajatar whispered, her voice tinged with both relief and concern. "Your son is indeed in the first level of hell, just as Dominor suspected."Rowan's heart skipped a beat, hope surging through his veins. "Can you tell us more? Is he safe?" he asked, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation.Ajatar's brows furrowed as she continued to unrav
Rowan quickly unsheathed his sword and prepared himself for the impending battle. The army of bones moved towards him, their skeletal forms clattering and rattling with each step. With a fierce determination, Rowan swung his sword, slicing through the first wave of bone soldiers.But as soon as he defeated one, two more seemed to take its place. The army was relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. Rowan fought with all his might, maneuvering through the sea of bones, slashing and parrying their attacks. The sound of clashing metal and shattering bones echoed through the desolate land.As the battle raged on, Rowan's mind wandered back to his son. He imagined the fear and despair his little boy must be feeling, trapped in the clutches of the underworld. The thought fueled his strength and resolve, pushing him to fight harder.With every swing of his sword, Rowan could feel the presence of his son urging him forward. He couldn't fail him. He had to find a way to rescue him from thi
' The underworld is a very dangerous place to tread. I wonder how Tom will manage this.' Rowan said in his mind as he walked down a narrow path.' It gets more dangerous the deeper you go down.' Invidiak responded, making Rowan frown as Invidiak wasn't helping the situation at all with those words.Rowan had been walking for how long, he couldn't tell. He came to a halt when he saw a wounded demon lying by the side of the little path, black blood all over his body."Excuse me, I wish to know if you have seen a human boy around here?" Rowan asked the injured demon.The demon struggled and raised its head, then it looked at Rowan. Rowan could see that the demon had lost an eye, and was gradually dying." Oh, the human boy? Yes, I did see him, but he wasn't in a very happy condition." The demon replied." What? Which direction did they go, where are they?" Rowan asked, trying to control the anger in him." I'll tell you, but you will do me a favor, first." The demon said.Rowan raised a
Rowan stood over a pile of demons that just attacked him. With a deep breath, he continued his ascent. The first floor greeted him with silence, broken only by the sound of his own footsteps echoing through the empty corridor. Shadows danced along the walls, whispering secrets that only the tower knew. As he reached the center of the room, a demon materialized before him, its illusory form shifting and changing.Rowan tightened his grip on his sword, ready for battle. The demon's illusion ability made it difficult to comprehend its true form, as it constantly shifted between different creatures and other illusions. Rowan relied on his instinct and training, striking out at the demon with a swift and precise motion. The creature let out a wail of pain as Rowan's blade sliced through its illusionary form, casting it into nothingness.Ascending to the second floor, Rowan was met with a wave of intense heat. Flames licked at the walls, casting a fiery glow across the chamber. A demon wit
The storm outside intensified, lightning illuminating the room as Rowan and Sam stood face to face. The rumbling of thunder echoed through the tower, matching the intensity of the impending clash.With a surge of determination, Rowan lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air. Sam swiftly dodged the attack, his lightning-imbued body allowing him to move with incredible speed. He retaliated with a bolt of lightning, aiming directly at Rowan's chest.Rowan reacted quickly, using his shadow slicer technique to create a shield of darkness. The lightning struck the barrier, dispersing harmlessly into the shadows. The room crackled with energy as Rowan pushed back against Sam's relentless assault.Their swords clashed again and again, sparks flying as steel met steel. Rowan's shadow abilities allowed him to blend seamlessly with the darkness, making it difficult for Sam to anticipate his attacks. He struck with precision and agility, aiming for Sam's vulnerable spots.Sam, however, w