Chapter 60In the dimly lit lab, Augustine stood before Aeron, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls. Aeron, restrained and weakened, looked up with defiant eyes as Augustine approached, a sinister grin etched across his face."Oh boy! Am I happy?" He said as he got close to Aeron. He looked at Aeron with a grim look when he didnt get any reaction or response from him. "You don't want to know why I'm so happy?" He asked, arching his brows. "It doesn't matter, I'll still tell you anyway. Myra hates you now," Augustine sneered, relishing the words. "You know what she said? That she'll never forgive you." Augustine circled Aeron, reveling in the power he believed he held over him.He walked away, clapping gleefully, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Isn't that wonderful? My plans worked perfectly well" Augustine added, savoring the bitterness of Myra's supposed hatred. "Now, I can continue with the process of extracting your powers without fear of Myra interfering her feelings f
Chapter 61Myra's new home was a quaint cottage nestled at the edge of a quiet neighborhood. The exterior boasted a welcoming facade with a pastel blue door that complemented the soft beige walls. A neatly trimmed garden lined the path leading to the entrance, adorned with blooming flowers that added a touch of warmth to the scene.As Myra stepped into the house, a cozy ambiance enveloped her. The living room, painted in soothing earth tones, held a plush sofa and a rocking chair near the fireplace. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow on the hardwood floors. A subtle scent of lavender lingered in the air, hinting at the careful attention Myra had put into making this place a home.Moving towards the nursery, Myra cradled Allistar in her arms, his tiny breaths a lullaby in the quiet room. The cradle, adorned with delicate patterns, stood beside a window overlooking the backyard. Soft toys dangled from the mobile above, swaying gently in response to the br
Chapter 62Myra sat cross-legged on the soft carpet of her living room, a cozy haven filled with the gentle glow of sunlight trickling through the windows. A playful array of colorful blocks and stuffed animals surrounded her and baby Allistar, who was perched contentedly in her lap, eyes fixed on the animated characters dancing across the television screen. Giggles and baby babble filled the room, a heartwarming chorus of innocent joy that tugged at the corners of Myra's lips.The cheerful cartoon cast its spell, its vibrant characters eliciting peals of laughter from Allistar, who gleefully mimicked their antics with her own tiny gestures. Myra watched with a tender smile, her heart swelling with the pure, unfiltered happiness that radiated from her daughter's laughter.But the idyllic scene was suddenly interrupted as the cartoon abruptly faded, replaced by the stern visage of a news reporter. Myra's heart sank as the urgent tone in the reporter's voice filled the room."We interru
Chapter 63The news of the explosion had shaken Myra to her core. Panic and worry etched across her face as she drove swiftly to Augustine's house, the tires screeching against the asphalt. Baby Allistar was secured in the car, nestled in the safety of her car seat, oblivious to the turmoil that awaited her mother.As Myra parked the car and stepped out, the ruins of Augustine's house loomed before her like a grim testament to the destruction that had unfolded. Smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of what was once a home now lay in disarray. Myra's eyes were red from crying, her heart heavy with a sense of foreboding.What could possibly have caused this explosion? The question echoed in Myra's mind, and a haunting uncertainty lingered in the air. A thought flitted across her consciousness, a whisper of doubt. Could Aeron have been involved? The mere notion sent shivers down her spine, and she shook her head, vehemently refusing to believe that Aeron could be responsible for su
Chapter 64As Aeron gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the soft warmth of morning sunlight kissed his face. Blinking against the gentle intrusion, he became aware of his surroundings—a scene painted with unfamiliar faces, their hushed whispers creating a surreal backdrop.The air buzzed with a sense of urgency as Aeron attempted to push himself up from the ground. He felt groggy, disoriented, but the realization that he was alive and breathing brought a surge of relief. The whispers around him grew louder, a cacophony of voices filled with curiosity and concern.As he struggled to stand, a collective murmur swept through the group surrounding him. "He's not dead. He's alive," someone exclaimed, their words cutting through the ambient hum. Another voice called for water, and a helping hand led Aeron to a quiet corner where he was offered a drink.The cool liquid brought a welcome respite, trickling down his parched throat. Aeron took a moment to gather his thoughts,
Chapter 65Myra sat at her desk, her fingers tapping away on her computer keyboard with a sense of purpose, desperately trying to push the events of yesterday out of her mind. But every so often, she couldn't help stealing glances at baby Allistar playing with her toys in the corner of the room. The sight brought a fleeting smile to Myra's face, but then her thoughts would inevitably drift back to Augustine, and her smile would fade. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, trying to relax but finding it impossible.The news of Augustine's death had been broken to them that morning, and the entire office was in chaos. Some were mourning his passing, while others worried about what would become of the company and their jobs now that the CEO was gone. Myra felt the weight of the loss, and her heart ached with grief."I blame you, Aeron," she muttered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. "You took the life of the only friend I have."At that exact moment, she heard Aeron's voice in he
Chapter 66Aeron lay at the foot of a towering oak tree in the heart of the dense forest, his body shivering uncontrollably. The cold air cut through his thin clothes, biting into his skin like icy tendrils. His skin, once radiant, now bore the pallor of someone drained of vitality. Shivers racked his body, Clothes clung to his frame, drenched in a mix of sweat and rain, His lips, dry and cracked, mirrored the thirst he couldn't quench, Aeron's eyes, once filled with determination, were now sunken and haunted, shadows lingering beneath them like remnants of the sleep he hadn't found.Seven days had passed since he had started running, and each day seemed to sap away a piece of his strength. Wherever he ventured, the world seemed to turn against him. Whether he sought refuge in bustling cities or remote towns, he found no solace. In every corner, he faced hostility – beaten, chased, and even pursued by the authorities.The attacks were relentless, leaving Aeron bewildered and desperat
Chapter 67With a gasp, Myra jolted awake, her heart pounding against her ribcage, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The echoes of the dream still lingered, the vivid imagery and tumultuous emotions clinging to her like a specter. She lay in the darkness, her mind reeling from the intensity of the nightmare that had seized her.A faint sound, like a distant murmur, reached her ears, drawing her attention away from the lingering nightmare. Myra slowly slid off her bed, her movements cautious as if navigating a realm between dream and wakefulness. The cool floor met the soles of her feet as she headed in the direction of the mysterious sound.Stopping by Baby Allistar's room, Myra couldn't resist the instinct to check on her. A sigh of relief escaped her as she found the child sleeping soundly in her bed. With a gentle touch, Myra ensured the door was securely locked, creating a barrier between her daughter and the uncertainties that lurked beyond.Armed with a vase, Myra continued to