“I’ll help you and Lady Khailista escape,” the man they knew by the name Gilyan declared. Everybody fell silent when he said this. No one wanted to be the first to speak. Finally, it was Commander Rus who broke the heavy silence in the air. “And why would you do that? Aren’t you the Ancient Evil’s lap dog? Also, do you think we’ll trust you just because you say that you can’t let Lady Khailis die?” Shia held her tongue. She was actually thinking of the same thing. She had seen him fight side by side with Sirion several times now, and he had endangered their lives in the past without batting an eyelash. It seemed he had also known Khailis based on their past encounters too, so what had changed since then? Why would he suddenly turn to their side? “Perhaps you’ve finally known the truth, right,” Eily said, sneering at him. “Did you discover the truth about your past and your powers?” Gilyan returned a blank stare at her. Before Eily could say so

At the end of this secret passageway, Gilyan knew what was coming... The question now was how can they avoid it? “In order for me to become invincible, we must awaken Freya’s full powers. It is only after she has reached her fullest potential that I must take it for myself,” the Lord of Darkness said before when he had informed him of his plan. His master firmly believed that, to awaken his beloved’s power, he must break her down in the cruellest and most unimaginable way. “Freya’s weakness has always been her heart. She loves people too dearly. I must start by killing those who are dear to her as violently as I could. Only with violence and hate will she be forced to tap into her full potentials,” he said. At the end of this tunnel, His Darkness will be laying in wait for an ambush. He was planning to kill the commander in front of the object of his obsession, and then after that, he’ll kill Lady Khailista right in front of Goddess Freya. “We

As soon as Sirion’s declaration was over, Shia was thrown into the courtyard prison, the same place that Langrey had been kept the last time they were in Gaulane. It was pitch dark and musty, but she didn’t mind it. She had expected this to happen after Sirion had kidnapped her. What she did not expect was for him to pull a trick out of his sleeve like that... She wondered what Sirion was thinking when he sentenced her to death. He said he wanted all of her, but she didn’t know what that ‘all’ encompassed. If he was hell bent of owning her, why then was he willing to kill her? Why did he also declare Langrion as a threat in front of the citizens of Gascone when he was already proclaimed as king? Shia felt that Sirion’s proclamation earlier was just bait that was set up for Langrey and for her. She didn’t know why Sirion wanted her powers that badly. Wasn’t he powerful enough on his own? He was able to curse people by himself. Wasn’t that enough to raise his a

Langrion bolted from the bed, wide awake after his encounter with Danry and the Ancient Evil himself in the ring’s consciousness. Langrion cannot believe it! That blasted god – did he really remove his curse? Was he really from the evil powers that had haunted him since the day he was born and had branded him as the would-be Demon King? If so, he should be rejoicing by now! This was the moment he had prayed for to the gods all his life! And yet, he knew what turning curseless would actually mean for his Shia. “What happened? Did you succeed?” It was Gavil who spoke beside him. He stood guard alongside of him when he started his journey of tapping into Danry’s consciousness. “We’ve got to leave now! Shia and Khailis are in danger. That god is going to do something diabolical soon, I can feel it!” Gavil nodded, and he proceeded to clasp a dagger in his belt. They moved quickly, securing the weapons they needed for their present quest. “C

Langrion could not believe it! His wife almost died. If he was just a second late, she would have perished! She surely wouldn’t have survived! A heart beat ago, he swopped as fast as he could towards the open fire burning at the castle’s courtyard. He had seen it countless of times before, looking like a candle far-away in his own tower. He heard the pleas of the cursed ones like him, begging, screaming for help, but his uncle never did give his mercy at any of those times. As such, Langrion feared those flames for a long time. He felt like they were the cause of his torment. He should have died with those people accused of being cursed a long time ago. He should have been the first to burn, but because he was a prince, he survived. He lived until his present age of twenty one years old... That’s right. Today is his twenty first birthday, and today, he just turned curseless. The mask on his face fell as he snatched Shia away from the burning flames th