From atop a towering cliff, a vast view of the demon kingdom stretched out. Its valleys were dark and filled with mist, with small flames blazing here and there, as if the land itself was breathing in anger. At the heart of the kingdom stood a majestic castle, black and thorny, spewing darkness into the turbulent red sky.Inside that castle, on a towering throne shining with blood-red light, sat Maximus Bloodthorn, the Overlord. His body was large and robust, clad in a pitch-black armor made from terrifying metal. The glow of his red eyes emitted an aura of unmatched cruelty.His subordinates—demons of various terrifying forms—lined up before him with bowed heads, each feeling anxious and afraid. The silence was heavy, broken only by the fearful heartbeat of the demons. Maximus stared at them mercilessly, one armored hand resting on the arm of his throne, while the other clenched tightly.“This Overlord doesn’t even need to speak to make us tremble,” one soldier murmured in his heart,
In the shadows of the night, Auron, Eris, and the other lieutenants moved swiftly, avoiding every light and suspicious sound. Auron's face was tense, his jaw clenched. With a single hand signal, he led them to the darker parts of the kingdom, through silent corridors.“Make sure no trace is left behind,” Auron whispered sharply, his voice full of determination.Eris nodded with a thin smile, her hand clutching a secret magic scroll she would use later. “Maximus will never know what hit him,” she thought to herself, channeling her energy into her magic.Auron and his team reached the supply depot, where Maximus’s weapons and protective magic were neatly stored. The smell of metal and dust filled the dark room. Swiftly, Auron led his men to sabotage every piece of equipment. His eyes gleamed with desire, his hands quick to cast curses on the swords and shields.“Make sure every weapon fails at the right moment,” he whispered with a voice as sharp as a knife. “I want to see their faces w
The thick fog still enveloped the battlefield as Maximus, panting and battered, finally managed to break through the illusion of the trap that tormented him. Struggling, he stepped out, his body unsteady but his eyes burning with rage. A fleeting sense of relief crept into his heart, but his gaze quickly fell upon the figures standing before him."Enough, Maximus," Auron's cold voice interrupted the silence. Maximus glared sharply, seeing his trusted lieutenants—Auron, Eris, and the others—lined up with unfriendly expressions.Maximus clenched his fists, forcing his weary body to stand tall. "You... here?" he murmured, his brow furrowed in suspicion.Eris smiled faintly, her dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Of course, we’ve been waiting for you."Maximus’s initially confident gaze began to shift. His once-strong heart was now pierced by suspicion and anger. “Why are they looking at me like that?” he thought, trying to understand this unexpected situation.Auron stepped forward,
Maximus’ soul traversed the mysterious darkness of the afterlife. Energy swirled around him, like a magnetic storm leading him to an unknown destination. Every glimmer of light radiated his powerful memories and vows, demanding that he return and destroy the traitors who had betrayed him.“I won’t let you get away with this,” he thought, feeling a determination burning in his soul now trapped in emptiness. “One day, you will pay for this.” The image of Auron and Eris’ smug faces gripped him, making him tremble with rage.A sudden change occurred as Maximus’ soul crossed the dimensional barrier. The scene shifted to a peaceful little village, where a heavy rainstorm began to fall, as if nature was preparing for a great birth. In a simple house, the sound of a woman’s screams broke the silence of the night.“Take a deep breath, honey! You can do it!” her husband’s soft voice broke the tension, though his face was filled with worry. He held his wife’s hand tightly, his knuckles stiff.Fi
In a warm room, dimly lit by a flickering candle casting light on the wooden walls, Isaac sat on the floor holding his small wooden toy. His face was innocent, yet his gaze was sharp, fixed on the candle burning on the table near where he sat. In the silence, something stirred within him, a faint yet powerful feeling, like a force trying to find its way out.“What is this… this urge? As if something inside me needs to be released.” Little Isaac stared at his hands, his tiny fingers moving slowly, as if trying to feel something beyond just physical touch.Isaac reached out toward the candle, and suddenly, the flame wavered, flickered softly, then flared a bit brighter. Then it went out. David and Lydia, sitting near the door, were startled and exchanged glances, their eyebrows furrowed.“Did you see that?” Lydia whispered, her hand clutching David's arm. Her voice held a hint of anxiety, though she tried to stay calm.David gave a small smile, though his eyes couldn’t hide his surprise
On that day, bright sunlight lit up the village park where Isaac and the other children were playing. They gathered around Isaac, as if awaiting directions from their little “leader.” But this time, Isaac was more serious than usual. His face looked tense, and his eyes showed a determination uncommon for a child. Every movement he made was calculated, as if he was trying to learn or master something important.Isaac led the game with confidence, even a bit of sternness that made the other children feel slightly intimidated. Leo, who usually just followed along, looked hesitant this time and finally dared to speak up.“Isaac, why do you always get to decide everything?” Leo asked, his voice trembling a bit. The other kids looked at the two of them, and the atmosphere grew tense.Isaac stared at Leo sharply, a thin smile on his lips. “Because I know what we need to do,” he replied, his v
The night sky was dark, and a full moon cast a pale glow, filtering through the window of Isaac's room. The atmosphere in his room was calm, but in Isaac’s mind, a different world was unfolding. He slept restlessly, his face damp with sweat, brows furrowed, and fingers clenched tightly around his blanket as if trying to hold back something difficult to let go.In his dream, Isaac saw a grim scene—a world cloaked in smoke and fire. Maximus stood amidst a battlefield, his body wounded but his eyes blazing with fury. Shadows of traitors loomed around him, smirking with cruel satisfaction, while he felt an agonizing pain, the kind that only comes from betrayal.“I trusted you!” Maximus’s voice thundered with anger, his eyes blazing like fire. “All of you... will pay!”Isaac, within his small body, felt a surge of rage. “Why do I feel… like I am him? What is this that I&r
thout realizing it, Isaac was again transported into a flash of the past. His vision was blurry, but he could feel the roar of battle, the smell of blood and the screams that echoed in the air. He saw the figure of Maximus standing tall in the middle of the battlefield, full of authority and anger.Isaac felt a deep hatred, an uncontrollable rage. “They betrayed me… they destroyed everything I built…” Maximus’ voice echoed in his mind, full of pain and revenge. Even though it wasn’t his, Isaac could feel how painful the betrayal was, like a wound that had been cut deep into his heart.The next day, Isaac sat in the living room with his mother, but his mind was still stuck in the shadows of that night. His mother noticed Isaac’s gloomy face, then touched his shoulder gently.“Isaac, honey… what’s wrong with you? You look so sad,” his mo