In the sitting room of Nina's apartment, Rowan stood at the center, his eyes glowing with a purple hue. With a deep breath, he channeled his inner power, activating his shadow abilities. As he extended his arms, tendrils of darkness emerged from his fingertips, spreading across the floor like a creeping mist.The demons, with their menacing presence, were caught off guard by the encroaching shadows. Their movements slowed as the darkness clung to their limbs, hindering their agility. These creatures, known for their ability to spew fire and their razor sharp claws, now found themselves at a disadvantage.Nina, ever the agile and resourceful fighter, swiftly drew her two little daggers. As she grasped them tightly, a surge of energy pulsed through the blades, amplifying their lethality tenfold. She glanced at Rowan, her eyes filled with curiosity and determination. "Where are these things from?" she asked, her voice laced with urgency."Leviathan sent them," Rowan replied, his voice st
Rowan, driven by strong determination and wielding the powerful Astorian axe, propelled himself forward with a fierce battle cry, prepared to confront the approaching demons. The weighty Astorian axe, previously thrown to him by the Astorians, felt substantial and commanding in his grasp. Rowan longed to cast his shadow over the entire rice field, but he lacked enough shadow to cover such a vast area. Instead, he focused his energy on enhancing his shadow slicer, making it three times more potent and razor-sharp.By his side, Nina, armed with her daggers, matched his speed, her gaze fixed and her movements agile. Together, they engaged in a serious battle against the Astorians. The sheer number of demons in the Astorian gang was overwhelming, and their weapons posed a grave threat. A single strike from their adversaries could prove fatal.Recognizing the dire circumstances, Rowan swiftly devised a strategy. He erected a shadow wall between himself, Nina, and the advancing demons. Whil
Rowan was currently zooming down the road in a stolen car, his heart pounding with urgency. With a mask concealing his face, he raced towards his house because of the warning he got from the Astorian gang leader that his wife and son were in danger. After a long drive, he finally arrived at his house. He screeched to a halt at the front, leaped out of the car, and dashed inside.Upon entering, the house fell silent for a while until a bone chilling scream pierced the air from upstairs. It was his wife's voice! Without hesitation, Rowan sprinted upstairs to find two demons, one male and one female, attempting to capture his loved ones.The demons immediately turned their attention to Rowan, revealing their formidable powers of ice and fire. But Rowan quickly sliced them into two. As the demons fell defeated, Rowan hurried to his wife and son's side.He found them huddled in a corner, trembling with fear. As Rowan cautiously approached, they looked at him with wide eyed terror. "Come wi
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