“ Guys, he's coming close." Squatting to the ground and scrutinising a pair of tracks left in the mud, the man observed, "His footsteps are still fresh, which suggests he isn't far from here." He then turned to face the tall man, expecting more instructions. "Let's divide into two groups now,One will go right, the other will go left, and we'll circle back till you meet up at the beach,” he explained. The henchmen then followed suit, splitting into two groups. As he inhaled the invigorating smoke from his cigarette, he finally threw the stub on the ground. "I'll take the middle path and continue straight through until I reach the water's edge. If anyone notices anything unusual or locates the intruder, notify the rest of the group to meet at your location,” the tall man continued. He began walking away, which the henchmen mistook for a signal to join in. The party split into t
“ Guys, he's coming close." Squatting to the ground and scrutinising a pair of tracks left in the mud, the man observed, "His footsteps are still fresh, which suggests he isn't far from here." He then turned to face the tall man, expecting more instructions. "Let's divide into two groups now,One will go right, the other will go left, and we'll circle back till you meet up at the beach,” he explained. The henchmen then followed suit, splitting into two groups. As he inhaled the invigorating smoke from his cigarette, he finally threw the stub on the ground. "I'll take the middle path and continue straight through until I reach the water's edge. If anyone notices anything unusual or locates the intruder, notify the rest of the group to meet at your location,” the tall man continued. He began walking away, which the henchmen mistook for a signal to join in. The party split into t
“We just got word that one of the foreign students will not be participating in the second round of the trials, so we have no choice but to continue on to the final phase,” the man explained. Perhaps it was his attire that gave him an aged appearance. In any case, he appeared to be far too old to be a youthful professor at the same time. Allison, Allison Zurich, was his name. Norval's father's alchemical company employs a pharmaceutical professor. He was appointed to be a member of the judging panel that would oversee the proceedings. The pupils were perplexed as they glanced at him.“Is there anyone else thinking what I'm thinking right now?” Is this trial being handled with less care than I anticipated? “Jalon stated. He refilled his water flask and returned it to the table. They were all sat at a lounge table in the hotel's waiting area, close to the front desk. They had been summoned by one of the workers, and Norval had not yet returned,
Norval entered the hotel through the front entrance. He appeared to be too fatigued to walk, as if he had chosen to run from the sports complex to the hotel rather than take the bus. With a cheerful greeting, the receptionist welcomed him in. Norval couldn't help but try to match the receptionist's enthusiasm, but his response was so blunt that it almost came out as mocking.“How are you doing Mr. Norval?” the receptionist inquired, holding out his hand in anticipation of a handshake. Norval reached out with a tired, depleted hand that hadn't seen much action since his admission to the hospital. Norval gave the receptionist a wobbly handshake, and the receptionist could see Norval was attempting to grip tightly.He deduced, "You're still healing, isn't it?"“I am not totally recovered,” Norval said with a smile as he removed his hand." To get back into shape, I'll need some strength training and rehab, but at
Fathers in the Kingdom seemed to have a societal standard of being brutal and heartless. Any youngster will tell you how his father raised him, unless he was never raised in the first place. That was not the case for Ithea's candidates. The most well-known victim of this craze was none other than Luciana, the kingdom's princess. Her father was vicious, despotic in his heart, and only cared about himself. Regardless, it appeared as if he found joy in hurting his victims and his own children.Norval's father was no different. He was ruthless to the same degree as Luciana's father. He wanted nothing more than to see his ideas succeed, and if they didn't, he'd be on the verge of losing his mind. He was enamoured with his accomplishments and wished for his sons to follow in his footsteps. He ran a chemical corporation that mass-produced potions and elixirs for sch
Norval entered the hotel through the front entrance. He appeared to be too fatigued to walk, as if he had chosen to run from the sports complex to the hotel rather than take the bus. With a cheerful greeting, the receptionist welcomed him in. Norval couldn't help but try to match the receptionist's enthusiasm, but his response was so blunt that it almost came out as mocking.“How are you doing Mr. Norval?” the receptionist inquired, holding out his hand in anticipation of a handshake. Norval reached out with a tired, depleted hand that hadn't seen much action since his admission to the hospital. Norval gave the receptionist a wobbly handshake, and the receptionist could see Norval was attempting to grip tightly.He deduced, "You're still healing, isn't it?"“I am not totally recovered,” Norval said with a smile as he removed his hand." To get back into shape, I'll need some strength training and rehab, but at
Nelanian found it difficult to open his eyes. The sun shone brightly in the morning, and the birds outside the shanty couldn't stop singing. He finally succumbed to their annoying alarms and decided to get up. Over the last three days, his headaches had gotten worse, and his hand had gotten even worse. The twitching became more frequent and intense. Everything appeared to be going wrong for him at that point.When he went outside, he noticed that the weather was calmer than it had been on previous days. The trees hadnot been ripped out of theirtheir roots, and the sunrise was visible on the horizon, unlike the last days that were filled with violent storms. He noticed that the market had already been renovated and that most of the stalls were up and running as he glanced downwards towards the village. Nelanian beat off the dust on his trousers and
Nelanian found it difficult to open his eyes. The sun shone brightly in the morning, and the birds outside the shanty couldn't stop singing. He finally succumbed to their annoying alarms and decided to get up. Over the last three days, his headaches had gotten worse, and his hand had gotten even worse. The twitching became more frequent and intense. Everything appeared to be going wrong for him at that point.When he went outside, he noticed that the weather was calmer than it had been on previous days. The trees hadnot been ripped out of theirtheir roots, and the sunrise was visible on the horizon, unlike the last days that were filled with violent storms. He noticed that the market had already been renovated and that most of the stalls were up and running as he glanced downwards towards the village. Nelanian beat off the dust on his trousers and
The men's destructive noises that were disrupting the forest's serenity became louder. They would appear to be having a close knit conversation one moment, then go silent the next, as if they had spotted him. Nelanian was doing everything he could to evade them; darkness was his ally at the time, and it effectively concealed him from the group. He was also counting on luck; the darkness may be bringing him towards them, and because neither his eyesight nor his hearing were as good as they had been, he had to take a leap of faith and pray he didn't run into them.As he moved through the woodland, he kept his head low, as if he were a goat munching on the leaves of the plants. He masterfully regulated his breathing, only taking another breath to relieve the strain in his lungs when he felt like he was about to pass out at the last second.“did you hear that? Something moved over there,” a voice said, directing its attention to