CHAPTER ELEVEN – SILVER BARONY After the effects of the vision-inspired sentence died, Prisca took the initiative to speak. “Aria, what exactly did you see?” she asked the Silver Priestess. Aria raised her head. Her pupil-less eyes looked as if they were piercing into the soul of every living thing in the palace. She started recounting her vision in a solemn voice “I saw arrows and swords, daggers and blades of different forms. They struck the hearts of our people. The invaders formed a clustered pattern in the barony. In the middle of that pattern I saw a person. You!” she said, her eyes glowing fiercely. The rest of the council subconsciously looked in the direction of the Baroness. However, they immediately withdrew their gazes except the male seated immediately by her right. His silver hair was shaved by the sides, the rest left standing in a mohawk fashion. His eyes were dark and grave, like he was suppressing a murderous intent within him and he had a huge sword on his back.
CHAPTER TWELVE – THE KINGDOM IS MINE New Memphis, EgyptIn the Royal Palace Hasani grinned widely, revealing fangs that protruded from his gum. “Don’t tell me you didn’t miss me” he said to Khalid. “What have you turned into?” Khalid asked, obviously shocked. “I seem to sense a missing title that should be at the end or beginning of that question. Uncle? Or have you lost all respect and love for your only family?” Hasani asked, his grin fixed. “You lost all that right the day you plotted against His Majesty” Akinis said from the side. Hasani turned to him. “And you are?” His face twitched before he smiled again. “Oh. I remember. The servant’s son. You ran around a lot with my boy here back in the days. You both pulled quite some pranks on me as well. Akinis, is it?” he asked. The latter didn’t reply however. “Whatever you’re doing here has to stop. You have ruled for long and to your taste. It benefitted no one but you. The rightful ruler is here to reclaim that position” Akini
CHAPTER THIRTEEN : THE WORLD IS ALSO MINENew Memphis, EgyptIn the Royal Palace “So it’s true” Khalid’s grip on the silver dagger tightened. “You really have turned yourself and your killers into monsters. When I first saw the Blades reanimate after receiving death-worthy attacks, I expected you to be something much more surprising. But I’m disappointed” he and Hasani had begun walking in circles. “Is this the power of your precious gem? He asked. “Turning you into an ugly beast? This is how you want to conquer the world? Your Majesty, I’m disappointed” Hasani laughed. “You are still immature and inexperienced. Just like your father. After I give the Bleeding Seed your blood to its fill, there will be no need for me to drain myself for it. Its thirst will be quenched for eternity. Your blood will satisfy its craving for the blood of its ancestral line of sealers. And I will become a Pharaoh in the true sense of the word. A monarch with the highest power the world can ever imagine”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN – BUT MY SOUL AIN'T YOURSNew Memphis, Egypt Khalid was slammed down forcefully against the ground. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Before he could recover he felt claws forcefully send him off the ground and onto the wall at the farthest end. He rebounded onto some empty flower vases and shattered them in the process. Hasani rushed at him immediately and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up against the wall. He raised his other hand to slash at Khalid’s head but suddenly screamed. He let go of Khalid and withdrew. Khalid felt the silver dagger in his right hand vibrate. He glanced at it and back at Hasani before smiling, revealing blood-stained teeth. “New upgrade” he chuckled. The silver dagger was still clenched tightly in his right hand. It had prevented Hasani from maintaining contact with him for more than two seconds. Hasani rushed again and grabbed him but dropped him before it spanned three seconds. Every time he touched him, a black smoke-lik
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – ROYAL BLOOD Fierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States “So all this time Marcus has been keeping an eye on us here through you?” Alison asked with her gaze fixed on Felix. Felix smiled and nodded. “It’s an extension of his business after all isn’t it?” he said, playing with the switch on the baton. “Prisca loved you Felix. Like a brother, like a friend. You feel no guilt betraying her?” Alison asked with contempt. “Marcus’ followers are always the most disloyal. And he’s well aware. But that doesn’t mean we won’t fulfill our assignments. He knows that although we serve him for selfish interests, we will carry out our assignments so that he satisfies those selfish interests” Felix explained. “Up until now, no one has ever deterred from these assignments. Until Greyshot. And Marcus will never let that go unpunished. He might not be proactive in it but again, he knows that the Syrian Sons will do a clean job due to the fallen being of their own Felix
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WOMEN HAVE ALL THE POWERFierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States Alison whipped her staff fiercely towards Felix’s head. The latter ducked on time and used his baton to deflect another incoming whip from Alison. His baton buzzed on contact with the staff, sending electric currents into the staff. Alison’s hands were well gloved so she didn’t suffer any electrocutions. She back-flipped and landed some feet away from Felix. She waved her staff in the air and the baton flew out of Felix’s hand. Felix chuckled. “Electromagnetic kinesis. I’m impressed” he commented and stretched his hands. A blade flicked out from below each of his wrists. He clenched his fists and gestured at Alison. ”I do not want to hurt you Alison. I also do not want to hurt Prisca. But the thing is I’m a Grey Disciple and I work for the Master. In our service, there is no such thing as feelings or family or friends. Assignments come first. And the Master has assigned me to keep you b
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : WINS AND LOSES New Memphis, Egypt Akinis and the Eagle walked towards the throne room. The door was still open. They observed the surroundings carefully before walking into the room. The first thing they saw was Nailah’s dead body. She had Akinis’ blow pipe tightly clenched in her hand. Her face was pale and traces of blood were visible on her nose, eyes, ears and mouth regions. They cautiously looked further past the dead maids on the flood and saw another body on the ground. The body was pale and dried of blood. Its neck was slashed open in a crude manner. They looked at the face and saw the once haughty, bloody and evil Pharaoh. Now he was slain like a sacrificial animal. The last figure was a young man who sat weakly on the steps before the throne. His head was buried in-between his thighs, his hands were clasped together forwardly, caging a red glow in them and his hair was scattered over his face. The duo exchanged looks and increased their vigilance. They
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – A NEW PHARAOH Fierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States Alison stood over the unconscious, immobile or dead bodies of the Syrian Sons. Deep down she knew that the advantage they had was that they were on their home ground. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t defeat the Syrian Sons so easily. She looked approvingly at her Maidens as they assisted each other up and gathered the weapons they could. Some others cleaned up the dead bodies, packing them into trucks. Still others carried the unconscious and immobile ones into locomotive containers that transported them through channels into the underground section of the towering building. Alison watched all these with mixed feelings. She was happy that they had prevailed but she was scared for future events. Now that Marcus’ and Damascus’ divisions were opposing forces, the Baroness inactive status was highly detrimental. They would need her greatly in the days to come. She looked at the Maidens wo