"So you're running out of time?" Nina asked softly, her voice filled with sympathy.Rowan nodded, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "Yes," he replied simply, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation."Then you have the solution with you," Nina suggested softly. "Return the artifact."Rowan's gaze met hers, his eyes contemplating her words. "Yes, I will do that," he affirmed. "But first, I'd like to understand what the artifact stands for, its significance." just a little."Rowan's interest was piqued by her suggestion. He sat up on the bed, his thoughts now focused on the possibility of gaining insight from Deminor. "Do you really think he could help?" he asked, unable to hide his curiosity.Nina nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Yes, I believe he might be able to shed some light on the artifact," she said confidently. "He has a reputation for his vast knowledge and wisdom. If anyone can provide answers, it's likely him."A sense of cautious optimism washed over Ro
Rowan scratched his head, completely puzzled. Nina, with her curious nature, watched him closely. And then, BOOM! Rowan suddenly jumped up and angrily yeeted that artifact to the ground! He was like, "Take that, you weird thing!" Frantically, he started searching for a humongous hammer and went berserk, SMASHING the artifact like a maniac. Nina, on the other hand, just sat back and folded her hands, all calm and composed. Meanwhile, the poor artifact was getting shattered into a gazillion pieces, and Rowan was left panting for breath. But wait, hold your emojis, because guess what? The artifact freaking rearranged itself magically into its original form! Rowan and Nina were both like, "Whaaaat!?" Rowan, not giving up easily, gave the artifact another hammering, but it just kept reshaping over and over again. It was basically indestructible. So, Rowan gave up and plopped down, exhausted AF. Naturally, Nina approached him and patted his shoulder to give him some comfort. He shook h
A little boy was happily playing with his friends at school. They laughed, ran around, and enjoyed their time together. Everything seemed normal until the boy's instincts kicked in, urging him to look through the steel fence surrounding their school.And there, beyond the fence, he saw someone who looked strikingly similar to his father, the same father that everyone believed was no longer alive. "Dad?" the boy exclaimed, his heart racing with excitement and disbelief. He quickly stood up and started running towards the fence, hoping to confirm his suspicions.As he got closer, he heard his friends calling out to him, their voices filled with concern. "Tom!" they shouted, attempting to catch up to him. Sensing their presence, the boy paused and turned around to see his friends running towards him, their breaths heavy and their faces flushed.One of the boys asked him, slightly out of breath, "Where are you running off alone, leaving us behind?" Tom took a moment to catch his breath be
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