The pain in Andrew's wrist returned like it had never left to begin with. But the pain had little effect on him. His mind was focused on things far bigger than the pain. He couldn't get his head off what Emilia told him yesterday and he couldn't wait for her to come to take him to where the Source of Diego's powers was. "So Diego had where he drew his powers from?" Andrew's brows contorted in shock as he said aloud. He never would have thought that Diego had a source from where he drew his power. And what kind of power did he suppose that Diego possessed. Andrew had succeeded in beating the hell out of him twice and only made a fail attempt on the third time but he knew that he could have taken Diego down easily if it had been a fair fight, but it wasn't and Andrew had been subdued by two other men while they held him down and let Diego beat him to a pulp. Andrew kept darting his eyes toward the gates, waiting to sense Emilia's presence. She hadn't promised him that she was going
Dusk had befallen the earth when Patrick forcefully came to terms that what he was dealing with something bigger that he realised. He stepped away from the box, and inspected it from where he stood. His eyes were still fixated on the rooftop of his house. His eyes darted to the box again. What the hell did this mean and what was he supposed to do with it. Was he supposed to take the box inside for further inspection or just leave it out here for whoever had thrown it down. But that was the lingering question on Patrick's mind? Where had the box come from or where had it fallen from and who had dropped it? The box couldn't have just fallen from the sky, that would have would been absurd, but what was more absurd was that, it seemed that the box had indeed fallen down from the sky. After a bout of conflicting thoughts, Patrick reached for the box slowly and yanked the box from the floor, waiting to see if anything was going to happen if he touched the box but disappointedly, nothing
What struck Andrew the most was the blackened, swollen bruise blooming under her left eye.Andrew reached out and gently tugged at the edge of Emilia’s shawl, trying to get a better look at her bruised face. "Stop," Emilia whispered, her hand weakly covering the fabric, but Andrew didn’t stop. He pulled it back completely, revealing the full extent of the swelling and discoloration around her eye. The bruise was worse than he imagined—deep, ugly shades of purple and blue, spreading down toward her cheek"What do you think you're doing?!" She yelled out nervously. “You,” Andrew muttered, more in disbelief than recognition. “Emilia... Who did this to you?” Andrew whispered, anger simmering under his voice. Suddenly, Emilia jerked away from him, her expression shifting from sadness to frustration. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, her voice sharp and defensive. She grabbed the shawl back from him and quickly tried to cover herself again, though her hands
"Tell me where it is so that we can go there." Andrew said with urgency in his voice. Emilia sighed and looked forward. She pointed toward the empty space in front of her. "Down that hall," she whispered, pointing toward a distant door with two faint silhouettes standing guard. "That’s where the source is. Two guards, always stationed there. We’ll have a small window between shifts, but it won’t be long." Andrew’s jaw clenched. "I can’t leave without getting into that room." Emilia turned toward him, her face pale under the dim light. "Andrew, this isn’t a game. If they catch us, Diego won’t just throw you back in the dungeon—he’ll kill us both." "I know the risks." Andrew’s eyes darkened with determination. "But I have to see it. If I don’t, Diego will always have the upper hand." Emilia shook her head, exhaling a shaky breath. "You’re so stubborn. I swear you’ll get yourself killed." Andrew’s lips curled into a grim smile. "Better to die trying than live as a pawn in hi
The air around Andrew thickened suddenly, as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. A strange buzzing noise hummed in his ears, growing louder and louder until the walls of reality blurred. He staggered backward, his vision twisting, then everything went black. When the world came back to normal, Andrew found himself standing in a realm that felt like a dream. Before him hovered Valkyron’s glowing, faceless screen, flickering like a pulse. –Congratulations, Master. You have acquired the key.– Andrew’s hand felt heavy, and when he looked down, he saw a sleek black watch materializing on his wrist. Its face glowed faintly with symbols he didn’t recognize, swirling and rearranging like a language waiting to be deciphered. "What’s this?" Andrew asked, stunned. –It’s a conduit. With this watch, you can tap into your powers now. Go on, try it.– Andrew raised his hand cautiously, the strange energy coursing through his veins. He flexed his fingers, and to his astonishment
Andrew’s feet hit the pavement steadily, but it was as if he were walking in circles. The streets were unfamiliar to him and that was when it dawned on him that he didn't remember his way back home. He stopped, looking around at the empty streets. It had been too long since he was taken. Too much had happened. His clothes were tattered, his hair unkempt, and his skin darker from days in the dungeon. He glanced down at the sleek black watch on his wrist. The symbols on the face glowed faintly, as if whispering something only he could understand. A spark of excitement surged through him. "I need to test this out," Andrew murmured. He closed his eyes and concentrated, picturing every detail of his house. He imagined himself standing right there, just outside the entrance. The earth beneath him shifted, and a strange sensation rushed over his body, like the entire universe folding in on itself. In the blink of an eye, the air around him shifted, and when he opened his eyes, He was
Lisa’s hands trembled as she cradled Andrew’s face, brushing away the grime and exhaustion etched into his skin. Her heart swelled with joy, disbelief, and overwhelming relief. "I still can’t believe it’s you," she whispered, caressing his cheek. "I thought I’d lost you forever."Andrew smiled, though it was a tired, weary smile. "I’m back, Lisa. I never gave up trying to come home to you and Dora."Dora, still perched on Andrew’s lap, clung to him like she would never let go. "Daddy, don’t leave us again," she pleaded softly."I won’t, baby. I promise," Andrew murmured, kissing her head. Lisa wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffing as she forced a smile through her emotions. "You’re safe now. That’s all that matters."But as she looked closer at Andrew’s battered body, her heart sank. The bruises on his arms, the cuts along his face, and the exhaustion in his eyes. "Andrew... what happened to you?" she asked, her voice cracking.Andrew exhaled, leaning back against the couch. The
The next morning was like no other for Patrick, he woke up with a serious ache in his head and a pain in his guts. The moment he got up and sat on the bed, he wondered what the cause of the pain was. "Ahhh my head ached so bad!" He said as he placed his hands slightly on his head. The pain was growing as the minutes went by and it felt like his head was about to split open. "I need to take some painkillers," Patrick said, getting up from the bed. He searched his room for his box of medicines but couldn't find it anywhere. He grew concerned because he knew that he had kept the box of medicines on the table that was close to his bed stand. When he had searched his room and he still couldn't find it, he decided to give up the search and just ignore the pain like it wasn't there. He made his bed and put his room in order before making his way to the kitchen to prepare his meals for the day. It took him a while to finish cooking. After he was done, he dashed into the bathroom to take