After Aurora and Shawn returned to their time, they had plans, according to Aurora's idea and according to the earlier commotion they left behind. Aurora was yet to find her brothers, and still she knew that the hunters and the team that wanted the Desjardins' demise would still be around. "Where do we start?" Aurora said to Shawn who stood, watching, still confused as it had been a long time since he heard from the system concerned with commissioning missions to him."I guess we should stop running," Shawn said. "Let's find them, instead of waiting for them to find us.""Let's do that," Aurora said with a smile. They proceeded into the city and as they waited on the street, they heard news that the team that were against them had wreck more havoc since they left. There had been hunts, popularly called purges, and with that, supernaturals have been killed. Aurora and Shawn did their findings and they found that the team had split, hunting different path in different ways. Aurora
Alistair found himself disoriented as he stumbled through the portal that whisked him away from the battle and was drooped in an unforeseen environment. He reminded bring transported via the portal, with Lucian taking another portal, and Aurora and Ethan taking another portal too. The rush of energy had faded, leaving him in a dimly lit cell. As his eyes adjusted to the new surroundings, he noticed the presence of four others who were cellmates, their faces etched with weariness and a touch of despair. Alistair cautiously approached them, his senses sharpened by centuries of survival.The first to speak was a burly man with scars and a stern gaze. "Welcome to the realm of the lost, my friend," he said, his voice low and gruff. "I am Leando, and these are your fellow cellmates." Leandro introduced the others—a sleek and nimble woman named Selene, a weathered old warrior called Roderick, and a young and curious soul named Nanar.Alistair's mind reeled from the unexpected twist of his
Alistair's lips curled as his eyes fixated on the deadly cell where fighters were pitted against each other in a brutal spectacle.He had known deep down that his own fate was intertwined with that bloodstained arena, to fight and entertain the crowd in ways that he could.As the dust settled from the previous fight, the announcer swaggered into view, his voice booming with excitement, about to introduce the next fight. "And there you have it, folks! Another glorious victory in the pit of despair!" The announcer's words seemed to reverberate through the cold stone walls of the prison, charging the crowds.Alistair could see the victorious man, bruised and battered, emerging from a nearby cell, just like him.There was a twisted sense of camaraderie among the prisoners, knowing that they shared the same fate as the celebrate the winner.Alistair's attention was snatched away from them as the announcer's gaze fell upon him, he knew his time was up. "But wait, ladies and gentlemen! Tod
As Alistair was roughly thrown into his cramped cell, his body aching from the brutal fight he had just endured. He had strained himself, fighting as a man and using his inner strength.It had been a long time since he fought with his vampiric strength concealed and his humane strength in use. Thus, he felt weak from within and he knew he needed to feed his nature with blood to feel good again. The guards' words lingered in his ears, echoing through the dimly lit room. "You fight better than the prisoners we've had in the past. You will be taken to the cage often as from now, you'll fight more."His comrades huddled around him, their eyes wide with disbelief at his return. Leandro, always the curious one, broke the silence first. "We heard you were going to fight in the cage against the giant. How did you survive?"Alistair hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning each face before finally whispering, "It was just luck, nothing more."Roderick, his rugged features carved with sceptic
In the dimly lit underground chamber, the air heavy with earth, Alistair, Leandro, Roderick, Selene, and Elysia gathered together, their eyes locked in a determined gaze.The clang of chains echoed throughout the room, each member of the team clutching tightly onto their metallic restraint, waiting for the moment when they would be unleashed from their cell.Roderick, the strategic mind of the group, spoke up, breaking the silence."So, what's the plan?" he asked, his voice tinged with quiet intensity.Alistair, the group's natural leader, drew in a deep breath, contemplating his response. "We fight, we survive, and when the guards become distracted, we make our move to storm the door," he replied, his words steady and resolute.Betraying an air of scepticism, Elysia glanced towards the door, her eyes narrowing. "But how will we break it down with that big lock attached?" she inquired, her voice tinged with doubt.Alistair's lips curled into a subtle grin. "Don't you worry about that,
Alistair and his cellmates, Leandro, Elysia, Roderick, and Selene, stood in a line before the grand dais where the master presided, their eyes up the dais.His authoritative presence demanded attention as he surveyed the group, his eyes full of wisdom and power. After a while, his voice boomed from above as he addressed the valiant fighters."You have proven yourselves as a formidable team and I am impressed," the master proclaimed. "Your fighting spirit is commendable, but there is something else I sensed within your battles. I see a supernatural prowess, a force beyond the ordinary."Alistair's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing. Had the master noticed him biting one of the thieves? His eyes darted towards the crowd, searching for any signs of suspicion or recognition.Roderick stepped forward, his voice steady but resolute. "Master, we fought as a team united and determined to survive. Our strength lies in our camaraderie and our unwavering spirit."The master nodded, his gaze u
The air was thick with mystery as Lucian and Marcus meticulously navigated the treacherous terrain of the lost world. Together, they had hunted vampires, werewolves, hunters and all that stood their way to remind them of Lucian's past. Armed with their unique abilities, they formed a formidable team, a team ready to go after any other supernatural force on their way. Going for them, not waiting. "How have you been coping with this deadly place?" Lucian inquired, his tone betraying a hint of concern.Marcus let out an arrogant scoff, an air of superiority radiating from him. "I have the power to live in it. I have grown to be the master of this place," he replied confidently.Lucian's eyebrows furrowed as he mused on Marcus' words. What was it that made Marcus so in control, so dominant? A subtle apprehension gripped Lucian's heart as he wondered if his partner's immense power could someday pose a threat to their partnership.Deep in thought, Lucian didn't notice the silence until Ma
According to Alistair's wish, the portal delivered him to the hunters' lair, where he believed his brother, Lucas had been kept. The hallway stretched out before Alistair, dimly lit and foreboding. As he ventured deeper into the lair, he tiptoed, not wanting to be heard. The weight of his brother's well-being rested heavily upon his shoulders. He believed that he was close and nothing should stop him. Finally, Alistair reached his destination - a room cloaked in shadows. Inside, a single bed stood against the wall.On the bed was Lucas, who lay motionless upon it, connected to an intricate web of tubes that carried the life-giving fluid of his blood into a nearby flask.Alistair's heart sank at the sight, anger and despair swirling within him at the sight of his brother. He thought he was dead. Steel resolve etched upon his face, Alistair moved closer to his brother's bedside, ready to unplug and end the enigmatic apparatus that tethered Lucas to this cruel existence and find out