The foyer froze up as though a storm of ice and icicles had just blown through. There was no one in the hall who was in their right minds. None could make a decision for themselves except staring. They all stayed glued to their various spots as Slade Nyther, the mysterious man in mask, strode out of the building with the head of the patriach of the Havill family in his left hand. Dots of blood trailed the steps of Slade as he walked away from the scene. No one could yet tell who this mysterious person was. Who was so powerful to have killed the two Lost Beasts and one of the members of the board of Nyther-Rim Groups. Not along after Slade vacated the building and got into his car, the aura was retrieved, and everyone got a hold of themselves once more. But this time, the reality of what had just happened dawned on them. Screams started to fly around as the scene gained more enlightenment, and the brains started registering the awful and dreadful facts. There was a pool of blood
Due to the nature of the economic revolution in Pinnacle county, golf was mostly the valued sport in the nation. There was no sport that gained as much popularity as golf in the county. For the past few months, there has been a competition going on and today was the final of the event. In fact, in a few hours, the match will commence. But all of a sudden...A few hours into the night, the whole of Pinnacle County was on a chokehold because of a very disturbing news. The headlines, TV stations, and radio stations were going crazy. Nobody was talking about the golf game anymore. The final match has started already, but no one wanted to watch or listen to it. In fact, people at the stadium were beginning to leave in droves. This news was something that was out of the ordinary and shouldn't be treated with cold shoulders. In the villa of the Paxton family, Mariana was seated in the living room with her family watching the golf match. They had just seen the fans leaving the stadium wh
The fireplace in the opulent living area was warm enough to spread warmth across the body of Slade. The glass of Scotch in his hand complemented the wave of hate that momentarily traveled to where he was. He was seated on a reclining chair, his legs outstretched over an extended area of the chair that was made for the purpose of creating comfort. His gaze lingered in a direction. There was a man seated opposite him. Opposed to how comfortably Slade was seated, this man was seated at the edge of the chair, both of his hands were rested on each leg. At first, it would seem like he was suffering from the cold, but from the look of things, this seemed more of a psychological situation. This man who seemed to be in caution and fright in front of Slade was a very deadly and powerful man. He was known to be the strongest man in the whole of Pinnacle County. Outside of Pinnacle County, his name was like a myth that erupts deep dread and great fear. About three decades ago when the army o
Slade knew General Trent! The man's pictures were mostly in the magazines and he was taught in the college too in the history of the country. But seeing the General while he was at the cemetery was something he never imagined. He should have been surprised but he really wasn't, perhaps because he was way too emotional. Right now, the gravity of everything started to loom and the weight was getting too much for Slade to bear. "You shouldn't stand, Immortal One." The General's words knocked Slade out of his thoughts. Slade snatched back his consciousness, and he saw that the General was now sitting the same way he had been seated before he decided to drop on his knees. Slade walked back to his seat and settled down. "The Lost Brothers." The General picked a new discourse. "I'm sure you know what happens when you kill one of the soldiers under the wing of a commander, let alone a General." Slade didn't say a word. He just stared. "Whether rogue or not, a General is responsible for
The atmosphere in the foyer of the Havill family was still hostile. Although the members of the family were not saying a lot, it was very obvious in their expressions that they were dying to get something done. All eyes were on the middle-aged man who had promised to call General Trent and ask him of the favor. The man had his phone in his hand, looking away from it momentarily as though he was finding it difficult to come to a conclusion. "You've already called him twice." A lady said, calling the attention of the man. "Do you think it's wise to call him again?" As soon as the lady finished talking, there was a outbreak of murmurs. It would seem as though they had all been waiting for someone to severe the silence for them all to pounce on. "She's right. We cannot continue to bother the General over something that we could find an alternative for. The General is a very short tempered person. What if he gets irked by our calls and take his anger out on us?" "I'm worried about tha
Dexter's uncle was fidgeting as soon as the call connected. The family members couldn't believe this either. They couldn't have imagined in their wildest dreams that the mythical General Trent would answer their call. They all knew what the deceased patriach of the family used to go through before he would be lucky to get an audience with the General. The uncle lost his voice after those few words that he had said. He was still caught in the shock of the moment. As soon as he got a grip of himself again, he quickly put the call on speaker so that the rest of the family could hear. "I-- I didn't know what to --""Condolence on the death of your father, boy." The hoarse and deep voice of the General filled the air. Everyone in the hall could feel the weight of the General's words on their shoulders. "I wish it could have gone any differently." The General continued. "But you realise, every debt has to be paid. Even the dead will agree."The man who had put the call through was so
Slade was seated, leaning into a gaming chair. The room was lit up with fluffy blue lightings. His gaze was fixed to the large screen in front of him. There were virtual characters moving around on the screen as he actively pressed the PS 5 pad in his hand. [Ding! Mission completed.] The screen chimed and he heaved a sigh of relief. He had been playing this for a while now, at least about thirty minutes ago since the General left. He looked away from the screen, tilting his head up, as he took a glance at the 3D ocean-view ceiling. He had decided to play some video games in order to distract himself, but right now, it didn't look as useful as it should be. Although he had enjoyed himself playing the theft auto game, yet his mind continually wandered off the moment. The same thing had just happened. Bringing down everyone who once hurt his family was his life goal! He had always looked forward to a day like this. A day when he would kick off the killing spree of those who kille
"Huh?" Dexter looked extremely flabbergasted by what Slade had just said. When he had accused Slade, he had thought that Slade would deny the accusations and decide to leave at once to avoid being questioned further. If that had happened, Dexter had prepared so many other means to get the answer out of Slade. He had gone to the extreme length of hiring some thugs to make Slade talk, but the thugs were in hide at the moment. But right now, Slade had easily answered his question without even a need for pressing or urging!Dexter was not prepared for something like this. He didn't know what else to do at this point. This situation was moving too fast than he had anticipated. "You look pale. Why do you look so surprised?" Slade continued, a scoff blowing through his nostrils."You didn't think I would be able to pull it off if I were the one?" Slade asked, continously teasing the poor guy. Dexter was too flustered to speak, but his eyes attested to everything that Slade was saying.