“There it is.” Zadicus breathed out after reaching the cave where it all started and he was there again after eight years. Coming closer, his eyes narrowed in dejection, recalling the unwanted moments which departed his very soul from the world. But, Soon his sorrow was replaced by seethe, coming closer to his target for what he ravaged the whole country. “Eight years. Took my eight year to know your activities.” He whispered, approaching the crystal embedded into a piece of rock with chains around it serving as a seal. It was used to conceal its identity as evil relics should stay where they belong. “And nothing could stop me now.” He whispered again, knowing Aziel’s breaths are dependent on this relic and possessing it will make him superior. “Eight… fucking… years.” A devilish smirk came to his lips, narrowing his eyes at the crystal remembering about the moment where he lost his call. “How can I believe an infidel?” The voice he buried long ago in his head dug again, stirri

“Don’t condemn yourself and the entire Fier to death.” She pleaded, readying to do whatever it takes to halt his actions but this was the extent he could bear.He must stop the intoxication of her words stirring his mind.“Or what?!” He yelled, slamming his hand on the wall, appearing to crack on it, indicating the difference in their power. Exhaling his rage before giving her a predatory gaze.Her breath hitched, taking a step back. It was fine if it was anyone but hearing it from him, startled her for a second. “What do you think you can do to stop me?!” He yelled, losing his breath, barely controlling his overflowing power that was dying to release itself.And her words are only enhancing their intensity.“Mindless of you to assume your words could leave any impact.” He growled, showing the scorn she induced in him.l “Your weakness, these fatuous words. All of them are meaningless. They won’t affect me.” He told her bitter truth, the knitted brows displaying his exasperation.“Do

Back to the Gray Demise who were indulging in the slaughter they were ordered to cause by their Leader, most people made it to the shelter and some fell victim to those predators.“Ah, this is exhilarating.” Ruth giggled after wiping out an entire building of innocent citizens without shredding a single hint of compassion.“My Liege sure is generous today, right, Leona?” She smirked, licking the blood on her fingers, emitting a strong graceful aura, observing the area.“Yeah. I didn’t expect him to order us to go wild but it was a good stretch.” Leona nodded, sitting on the rooftop. “Yeah but sadly, I didn’t get to fight any nobel. Not even one commander.” She whined but relaxed at the moment and let her sister do the work in her stead as well while she wallowed in the beautiful night with a faint smile on her lips.“Maybe he doesn’t feel anything for this piece of land anyways, that's why ordered to rip this apart.” Ruth asked, wiping the blood on her hand and walking to Leona.Glan

Later, a conference was called among the nobles to discuss the damage done to the country which was irrecoverable. “Damn you, Zadicus! His marauding devastated my country!” His Majesty growled, slamming his hand down after hearing the terrible reports taking place. “I apologize, Father. Engaging in a fight or any action could have been fatal for both of us.” Kriss sighed, apologizing for letting him go. Cutting the part he let him go. “No, It’s okay. I surely do not prefer my country to fall apart over a fight.” He sighed, leaning back, holding his forehead due to extreme stress after seeing the crucial state of Aziel. But his eyes fell upon Persephone who held a harsh feature on her face, jaw clenched with dead eyes but smiled, pointing at her. “Ah, I am glad Persephone was there to handle this. I am so proud of you.” The praise from His Majesty caught her off-guard. Her mouth gaped, turning to him, blinking because all her focus was on Kriss’ words and her actions that are i

They stopped whatever they were doing and turned to him, bowing with their hand on the chest. “My Liege.” They all called him, not lifting their gazes from the ground until he waved his hand to gesture to them to ease up. “Avin.” He called coldly, mind lingering about what happened, her words, her sight, afflicting his mind. “Yes, My Liege?” He asked, trying to remain unaffected about everything and focus on his work more than someone’s words. “How many of us made it?” He asked, glancing at Tristan and others for a second before turning back to Avin. “I am afraid, My Liege. We lost seven of our commanders.” Avin said, looking down, worried by his reaction because his wrath would be unbearable for them. “What were their ranks?” He asked because if they were among his best ones, all of them were going to be in great trouble. He placed his trust on his top seven and the rest are only sacrificial pawns and if the top seven dies, he would ensure he avenge their death, they all mean t