Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shadows of the Lost: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Gemimaro did train Luis, though only for a day. Because she has work to do and she couldn’t just abandon her search for her husband, she left her shadow to overlook Luis’s training. Luis would try to argue that the result wouldn’t be the same when she’s not around, but he only ended up getting a beating for being “hard-headed.” For weeks on end, Gemimaro’s shadow tried to accomplish what the real one would have had she not went for her work. Luis never argued, for how could he do so when he couldn’t hear the shadow. All he could do was to follow instruction through complicated hand gestures and, if the Shadow’s in the mood, letters formed by its own flexible body. When Luis turned eight, he was able to sustain his shadow longer than an hour, and he was already getting the hang of it. Summoning a shadow alone required energy, but keeping the shadow’s presence required stamina; hence, Gemimaro’s shadow helped Luis enhanced those areas. Gemimaro took a day-off that day,

It’s been over three hours after Berry performed Life-Transfer. He knew he shouldn’t have meddled, but he couldn’t just watch outside as Blame’s life became shorter and shorter by the minute. As a result, they now suspected him. He didn’t care, really. It wouldn’t matter anyway. Whether or not they unravel the truth behind the face he put through, they wouldn’t come closer to knowing what business he had in their world… and, era. He was leaning on the thickest of a tree just outside the field. He looked as though he was waiting for someone, his arms on his chest, his eyes closed. The good thing about the Life-Transfer was that it didn’t affect him, though he did know that he had reduced the span of his life. If it meant Blame would have the chance to live much longer, then it’s all worth it in the end. When the leaves fluttered in the air with the wind, Berry opened his eyes, raising his hands to catch some of them. Just as he was examining a leaf, smiling a little a

Arc 4 Deadly Encounter From here on out, Death will tail you wherever you may go. For the people you care for and for the people you have sacrificed, you’ll have no choice but to face him head-on, battling such a cruel war in which the consequence would be your loved one’s head served in a silver platter. The end is near. And those who are not prepared to die are the first one to face the Reaper’s terrible wrath… --- Z had never felt more powerful than when she woke with a start a week ago. Her eyes were madly flickering from pea-green to toxic green. A single twitch of her hand made the wooden bed shook and she ended up bouncing on the ground, the bed crumpled into pieces. She swallowed hard as she looked around. The leather-made wall of the tent looked so fragile next to her eyes. Closing it, she tried to steady her breathing; however, a twig cracked way outside. She jerked her eyes open and a hole singed through

It’s been over three hours since Z and Kleint entered the Time’s Dimension. Both of them have a cut on the lips, Z’s forehead bleeding, and Kleint’s hand’s throbbing through all the times his energy-based sword had exploded. Dark barely had a dent on his mask. Despite being outnumbered, his strength was still unrivaled, not to mention that the dimension itself was on his side. He could control every inch of it so perfectly that Z had already relieved Kleint of the clock’s strangling hands for hundredth of times.“We need a plan,” Kleint said under his breath, glaring at Dark who resigned on his throne, caressing it with a smirk.Earlier, Kleint had thought Z was through, what’s with her being down, Dark stepping on her back. But it was merely a ruse to catch him off guard, though it didn’t work because he was able to clinch his fist on her leg just as she attempted a kick at his back.Dark and Z were bo

Waking up with a start, Z just lay there, staring blankly at the bluish horizon. For a moment there, she didn’t know where she was. She allowed the cold breeze to ruffle her hair, feeling its coldness seeped through her skin, deeper to her flesh. It was a matter of how badly her body throbbed that it took her quite a while to notice that something was sucking the numbness on her chest.Z sighed, looking down at what seemed to be a circular rip on her suit of armor. It was small like a coin, though the tube-like blackness almost kissing it was as big as her clenched fist. If it wasn’t for the sensation that thousands of pins were piercing her body, she would have appreciated the ticklish way to which the tube sucked, spewing the dirt in the corner and slowly sewing the wound as it went.The source of the tube came from an almost shapeless shadow sprawled next to her. Its edges curved in every direction, spikes rising and falling from it, traveling from one p