"He was so dear to both Dr. Ellen and Clara, however, Jackson was not only cunning but also remarkably astute. He skillfully twisted the revelation to fit his own narrative, positioning himself as the hero, the savior in this tumultuous revelation. "Can this be true?" he uttered, his voice laced with feigned surprise and curiosity. Dr. Ellen, taken aback by his sudden inquiry, asked with a hint of skepticism, "Can what be true?" "I can't believe this," he exclaimed, his words dripping with disbelief and astonishment. "During my mission in Iran, I encountered an enigmatic old woman just before my troop went into battle, the same battle where I was captured. She revealed to me exactly what you've just shared. She spoke of someone dear to me in mortal danger, and only I could save them. At the time, I assumed she was referring to my fellow soldiers, my brothers-in-arms. But as fate would have it, all my comrades perished, and I alone survived. I dismissed the woman as a mad, babbling f

"I'm not saying anything," Jackson spat with a sick smile on his face. Mathias punched his already bleeding nose, a surge of rage consuming him. "Speak!" he yelled at him, his voice filled with frustration and desperation, but Jackson just kept on laughing like a lunatic, his laughter echoing through the room. Mathias raised his hand up, forming a fist, his knuckles white with anger and determination. "What's going on here?" A faint voice from behind them stopped Mathias from landing another blow on Jackson. It was Clara, her voice trembling with confusion and disbelief as she took in the horrifying scene before her. Mathias was on top of her father, the sight of blood covering his body, particularly his face, sending shockwaves of fear and concern through her. Clara wasn't strong enough to walk properly; she was resting her hands on the wall for support, her body weak and unsteady. Every step felt like an agonizing struggle, threatening to bring her crashing to the floor. The on

They walked into the small supermarket that was in the gas refilling station to get some water, but the place was devoid of people. “Hello, hello, is there anyone here? Please, we just want to get some water," Vivian announced with a touch of desperation as they stepped into the shop. However, their call went unanswered, and the eerie silence persisted. “It's as if there is no one here," Vivian remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and apprehension, as they carefully settled Clara onto a chair at the counter. “Let's just get some water. I'm terribly thirsty, and I'm sure Clara is too," Dr. Ellen suggested, her voice betraying a sense of urgency. “Alright, I'll check if there's any running water here," Vivian responded, her voice filled with a glimmer of hope, as she began to search the premises. As she scanned the area, her eyes caught sight of an open door, covered with strings of beads. Curiosity compelled her to approach the door cautiously, only to find herself s

The wolves, Adams's family had arrived and the formidable brown wolf Noah, sprang into action. With a swift strike, Noah decapitated the man who had aimed his gun at Fateema's head, preventing him from taking a clean shot. Though the trigger was pulled, the bullet found no target, leaving Fateema unharmed but shaken. Jackson struggled to regain control as the wolves unleashed their fury upon his men, tearing through flesh and bone. Determined to turn the tides, Jackson resorted to dark magic, his voice trembling with incantation. "Quntix guudus!" he hissed, casting a spell that inflicted searing pain upon one of the wolves. Yet, the exertion weakened his magical hold on Mathias, and sensing an opportunity, Mathias seized it. Summoning his own arcane abilities, Mathias chanted, "ET vagrr hrrda," causing the two knives he had dropped to levitate and dart toward Jackson with deadly precision. A sharp gasp escaped Jackson's lips as a stabbing pain surged through his chest. Glancing down,

"Damian!!!" Lucian bellowed, his voice reverberating through the air. The Fiery Red Demon halted his steps and pivoted to face Lucian, his fiery gaze locking with Lucian's. "We are far from finished! Tonight, you shall meet your demise!" Lucian's voice erupted, filled with rage and determination. Yet, the Fiery Red Demon remained uninterested, showing no regard for Lucian's words. Turning around the Damian continued walking with Clara in his strong but gentle arms. "Face me! Face me! Attack him!" Lucian's voice thundered, commanding his men to strike. But fear had taken hold of their hearts, rendering them hesitant to obey his orders. They trembled in the presence of Damian, their leader's power gnawing at their resolve. Lucian's fury surged, boiling within him like molten lava. Without a second thought, he swept away the head of one of his men and tore out the heart of another. "I said attack!" he barked, his voice sharp as a blade, leaving his men with no choice but to comply re