Semua Bab Soul Lovers: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Beautiful starlight flashed amazingly through the gaps of moving darkened clouds above as almost deafening silence intruded the scene below. Sidikat, stood unmoved staring sharply to Peirce distance away from her front, shortly after, Lazarus appeared along the two little beast being girls walking behind with side looked eyes. “Excluding my daughter, who are those two boys… sons of your friend?” Asked Sidikat. “No. I—" Lazarus stuttered. “I know everything alright, I’m just—” She zoomed to Peirce, clawed her fingers tightly around Peirce’s neck. She was so fast that none of them couldn’t move even for Lazarus. “Now tell me the reason why I shouldn’t claw out your wide pipe right at this very moment, destroyer of worlds?”“Windpipe?! How dare you!--” Node yelled strained grunted exacting with all his strength to stand upright. “Stupid. Trying really hard to look tough. Look around, I’m really getting annoyed with that attitude of yours, boy with long hair-- among my daughter and

The air around was icy grip with tension. Wren facing off against the two-faced creature for the first ever lesson she could get from the Immortals. The dimly lit chamber, once a grand palace materialized into new architecture, revealing an arena, a vast and rugged expanse, consisting of various obstacles looming on one corner. The towering walls of rough-hewn stones enclosed in strong breeze. Deep, yawning chasms that seemed to swallow all light and sounds of a really large sparring terrain of solid grounds as shrinking shadows closing in like a suffocating shroud. The two-faced creature eyes blazing with an otherworldly hunger, sneering at Wren as the palace changed in the background. “I’ve witnessed your skills so many times.”“Witness?” Wren asked then noticed her clothes were modified into distinguished fighting clothes. “Yeah. I was also there when you froze up a dust devil—but I’m not impressed. Yet.” The two-faced creature sharpened fangs elongated as red-mist strongly ooz

"With pleasure!" The Immortal twins said in unison, their voices weaving together in perfect harmony like the sweet, haunting melody of a mournful violin. Then, a profound silence dawned on the three of them, heavy with expectations that hung in the air like the promise of a thunderstorm.The silence was so oppressive that every breath and heartbeat seemed to build towards a crescendo, as if the very fate of the world hung in the balance. Then, a large sword dropped among the hovering weapons, cratering the ground mere inches from the female twin's warrior-like boots, which gleamed with a deadly sheen in the faint light.Simultaneously, a dual sword dropped near the male twin, its blades flashing like shards of ice in the dim illumination. Then, in the blink of an eye, the Immortal twins charged at the young queen with deadly precision, their movements a blur of steel and shadow.Wren dodged their attacks with incredible agility, bypassing the middle of the twins' crossed weapons with

"The Divine Being, with the help of the dragons and a small group of humans who remained loyal to their world, fought valiantly against the Destroyer and its Tainted followers," the voice said.Darkness crept over the world, like a suffocating shroud. The Tainted emerged, their bodies twisting and contorting, elongating into grotesque, inhuman shapes. Wren's gaze fell upon one Tainted, its eight arms splayed out like a macabre spider. Each arm wielded a different instrument of war: a drum, its surface etched with ancient runes; a flute, its melody a haunting whisper; a harp, its strings vibrating with an otherworldly energy."The battle raged on, with potencies and swords clashing in a spectacular display of light and sound," the voice continued."As the battle intensified, the Divine Being bestowed upon some of the humans fighting alongside Him a precious gift: armors and weapons forged from "Dinosaurium," a metal not from our world, said to be one of the hardest in the universe. Thi

"CHAINS MAY BIND THE BODY, BUT NEVER THE BEAST." Silver-Maned Beast Being Proverb.Peirce and Node tore through the ancient Forest of the Giants, their boots slapping against the damp ground, breath ragged in their throats. Behind them, a monstrous growl shattered the silence like thunder, the sound of snapping jaws echoing far too close.“Remind me again why I’m the bait?!” Node wheezed, panic laced through every word, his arms flailing like an uncoordinated scarecrow.“Because you’re the faster runner!” Peirce shot back, leaping over a fallen log, his eyes locked ahead, jaw clenched with grim resolve.“Faster! How?! And I don't regenerate like you two do!” Node shouted. “Why not toss only yourself into the woods and call it a distraction?!”Peirce huffed. “Just because I heal fast doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when something bites my spleen!”The forest blurred around them—gnarled trunks stretching into the mist like crooked sentinels, branches overhead clawing the sky like skeletal