Rowan stood beneath the Hell Gate bridge, anxiously checking the time. It was almost midnight and doubts began to creep into his mind. Would the reverend show up after all? But just as he started losing hope, a car parked in the distance, and Rowan recognized it immediately as the reverend's. With a bag in hand, the reverend stepped out and made his way towards Rowan. As he approached, he paused and looked around, as if searching for something. "Where is my daughter?" he inquired, his voice filled with worry. "Relax, she is nearby. Did you bring the artifact?" Rowan asked, trying to alleviate the reverend's concerns. After all, time was running out, and they had no room for mistakes. "Yes, but I won't hand it over until I see my daughter," the reverend insisted, his eyes darting around in apprehension. Rowan snapped his fingers, and suddenly Nina emerged from her hiding spot, bringing the reverend's daughter with her. "There she is. Now toss over the bag," Rowan instructed, his voi
After enjoying their last sips of coffee, Rowan and Nina embarked on their homeward adventure. Suddenly, a voice from a nearby corner cut through the air, piercing their ears with a desperate cry, "Leave me alone!" Concern flooded their hearts, urging them to rush towards the source of the commotion. To their dismay, they stumbled upon a distressing scene, a young boy being mercilessly assaulted by a pair of intimidating bullies. The sight was unbearable for Rowan, who couldn't simply stand by and watch. Defiance surged within him, and he yelled, "Hey, back off!" The bullies were jolted by the unexpected interruption, causing them to swiftly abandon their prey and flee into the shadows. Taking a deep breath to steady themselves, Rowan and Nina approached the trembling boy, reaching out a helping hand in solidarity. With genuine concern etched on his face, Rowan softly inquired, "Are you alright?" The boy, grateful for their courageous intervention, summoned a grateful smile and rep
"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