"Winter, please it's time to put an end to all of these. Enough of hurting innocent people. It's time to let go of the past and then see the bright side of the future," Serpens pleaded, his voice echoing through the alley, as he fixed his gaze on Rose who was still hanging from the rope which Winter had bounded her with.Winter smirked, his hands gripping the rope more tightly, pulling it down with a fierce intensity. "This isn't going to end until I'm satisfied that you've lost everyone who was ever dear to you,"Winter's words were like a hammer hitting a nail, piercing deep into Serpens' heart. He just couldn't stand the thought of losing anyone anymore. He had suffered too much losses already, and wasn't going to just stand and do nothing while Winter choked the life out of Rose.Serpens' eyes met with Rose, suspended from the rope which Winter continued to drag closer, her eyes wide with fear as she struggled to break free. The sight of Rose struggling for her life was heart brea
The news headlines in the city that night was all about the fight between Serpens and Winter who had suddenly disappeared from the city after being pulled away by a strange force.Helicopters were flying all over the place, search lights illuminating the landscape as they searched for the dragons which had been fighting.Professor Layton navigated his car through the chaotic streets, the city's nightlife transformed into a scene of utter pandemonium. "Two dragon-like creatures clashed in the distance, their roars echoing off the skyscrapers as they breathed fire and destruction," the news was broadcasted all over the television stations in Draketwon.Professor Layton's eyes widened as he drove closer to the epicenter of the battle. Flames had engulfed buildings, and debris littered the streets. "Stay back," the police ordered as they tried to gain some control over the whole situation.People were running for their lives, screaming and crying as they tried to escape the mayhem."Eve
Before Serpens could understand what was going on, Zorvath faded away like a smoke disappearing into the Abyss. Just like one in an illusion, Serpens saw his eight year old self standing right in front of him."Welcome, Serpens," his younger self greeted him.Serpens couldn't hide his surprise as everywhere seemed to look so different all of a sudden. The architecture of nearby buildings confirmed that he had been transported suddenly to an unknown location, different from where he had been with Zorvath, a couple of minutes ago."Where am I?" Older Serpens asked, surprised. "This isn't the where I was standing a couple of minutes ago,"Eight year old Serpens' eyes lit up as a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips, "I've brought you here to show you something you need to know."What is it?" Order Serpens asked, unable to understand what his younger self was saying to him. Nothing was making sense to him. Just when he thought he was a step closer to putting an end to the reign of
Back in the real world, Serpens.lay motionless on the ground, his body still and silent, like a statue carved from marble. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his hair, a rich, dark brown, spread around him like a halo. Hid eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, like two stones that had lost their luster.Around him, the group of middle aged men, their faces lined with concern and experience, walked in a circle, their movements slow and deliberate. They wore long, flowing robes of black, the color of passion, and their hair, a mixture gray and black, was pulled back from their faces, revealing eyes that seemed to bore into the soul.They were no ordinary men, but dragon lords, guardians of ancient knowledge and power. They moved with a purpose, their eyes fixed on Serpens on the ground, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, as if the very fabric of reality was being manipulated.As they walked, the t
The dragon lords remained in their circle, the chants echoing through the stillness of the night. With their robes billowing behind them, they resumed their movements with purpose, their eyes gleaming with a fierce determination.Drakona led the charge, his staff crackling with energy as he navigated the treacherous landscapes. His long hair flowed like a river of moonlight, and his eyes burned with an inner fire that seemed to pierce the very soul."He's finally gotten to the gates, and is about to face the time keeper. We'll have to let him face the keeper all by himself now," Drakona said, his voice bearing the weight of the situation at hand.Still in the valley of illusion, Serpens and his younger self walked hand in hand down a winding path, the trees growing taller and the air thickening with an otherworldly energy.After walking a couple of distance, they approached a gate, its height and grandeur awe-inspiring. "We're here," younger Serpens said to his older self.Older Serp
Older Serpens and his younger self stood before the Orifice of Time Convergence, a place shrouded in mystery and legend. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and the ground hummed with the vibrations of countless timelines.As they approached, a brilliant white light illuminated the air, shining bright from the ground up to the sky. The light was so intense that it seemed to pulse with an inner power, as if it were a living, breathing entity.The mysterious orifice stood before Older Serpens and his younger self, its presence both captivating and unsettling. Its shimmering, iridescent surface pulsed with an otherworldly energy, as if it were alive. The air around it rippled and distorted, like reality itself was bending to accommodate its existence. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed upon the portal, my mind racing with the infinite possibilities that lay beyond."Wow!" Younger Serpens exclaimed, as he has not seen anything like it before.Older Serpens, taking a m
As the first light of dawn crept into his room, Serpens stirred, slowly opening his eyes to greet the new day. The warm rays of the morning sun danced across his face, casting a gentle glow on his sleepy features.He stretched, arching his back and extending his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying crack of his joints as he shook off the slumber. A yawn escaped his lips, and he rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes, taking a deep breath to invigorate his senses.As he sat up, the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated his messy hair, casting a halo of gold around his head. He ran a hand through his tangled locks, trying to tame the chaos, and then, it suddenly dawned on him. He was right back in his room."What...what's going on?" he stammered, trying to process what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming.Serpens sat up on his bed, frozen in confusion, as memories flooded my mind. He recalled standing before the two guardian spirits, ac
Serpens, with his grip tightened on the handles of his Hayley motorcycle, sped down the highway, his mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. He was still trying to make sense of the strange memories and encounters that had been plaguing him. The Guardians of the Past and Future, his younger self, and suddenly waking up to find himself in his room. None of them was adding up.As he arrived at the hospital, he spotted inspector Lui, who had also died in the future he came from, standing outside with a couple of other people."Hey, glad you're here," Inspector Lui said, as Serpens parked his motorcycle. "Heard you went out with the director Lan Qingyue last night. Serpens, I'll advise you to be careful. You don't want to give her false hopes, do you?" Serpens couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He just couldn't understand what Inspector Lui was talking about, and why everyone was referring to his meeting with Lan the previous night, as nothing of such was coming to his mind."Well,