DEOS XX

In the right of the grandest throne of Aliyon, he makes a comfortable rest, Viscor Mukha; The current rule of earth. The silenced hall and all its space are completely his. Then multiple thumps in the floor broke his quiet time. They are the arachnid guards, informing Viscor Mukha of what is happening in the Hive.

‘’What?? They took all the humans and transformed them into our kind? These hybrid tribe has always been ignoring the laws since the start of Zuotia…This is enough. I’ll knock sense into their head this time.’’

The current scene had already reached the head of Zuotia, and is now taking an action.

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Heights above the ground where Aracel makes a home, someone walks while uttering unknown words. His skin is as fair as Lux fierre, with a lengthy hair that shines like a valuable treasure. But his most notable characteristic is the glowing mark right on his forehead.

‘’It&rsquo