Novel & Cerita Fallen Captain Destiny

Our Captain, has been drinking far too much liquor “Oh cruel world. So it seems that the others have caught wind of something. I guess this is a better fate than having to run from such a predicament any longer.” Said the Captain as he slumped down back in his chair “What do you mean Sir?” Trosdig asked. “What I’m saying is that those accusations are true.”

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

The man was dead. “Fuck!” I shouted. “Stay together! Do not let them separate you!” Another wave came. These ones moved faster. Seraph had poured more power into them. I could feel the wrongness in the air. Every time one of my men fell, the shadows would crawl over the body and drag it back up within seconds. I saw one of my lieutenants, Captain Renn, go down when a corpse bit into his leg. He tried to crawl away, but three more grabbed him.

The captain replied, “That man has already thrown her corpse into the sea. We were all worried that he would chase after us, so we decided to leave and retreat first…” “You have already retreated?!” Cadfan roared angrily, “You are really very bold! Who said that you could retreat before getting Rosalie’s body back? Who said that you could just retreat?! They are still waiting for it! How am I going to explain things to them, then?!” The captain replied embarrassedly, “Lord Schulz, that man is truly too powerful. We are not his opponent at all. If we did not retreat as soon as possible, he would definitely have killed all of us…”

“There he is.” “Son of a bitch. There he is. Right there,” the captain shook his head in disbelief. “Give me a name.” “Denis. Denis Ratcliffe.” The name hung in the air between them, like a two-ton brick. After all this time, Ghost had a name. Now the hunter, could become the hunted. “Holy shit,” the captain fell back into his chair. All the air left his lungs. “That punk? That punk is Ghost?” “You know him?” Will’s eyes almost fell from his head.

The captain said as he looked at Sophia as she looked at the wall of missing persons on the wall. “Problems?” She asked. “You think these missing persons are related to them?” “They were all stable shorthand hands for them.” The captain said, “then they fell off the face of the earth.” “Fell off the face of the earth?” she asked as a chill went up to her spine. She looked at Micha, who also was suppressing his reaction to the words.

He could find the information he needed in the captain’s tones and body language. "She was in pain – I’m sure you know what I mean?" at a nod from Revenge, he continued, "I gave her a strong mead to help relax her, but it did little to help so I told her to take a sleeping draught that it would not hurt to have her senses dulled because we were safe in this encampment and I had told everyone she was ill, so no one expected her to even show her face. She took it without question, then told me what to do in case she didn’t wake up. Well...to call for you." "I see," said Revenge. He did see. The captain was risking everything for an assassin that he had come to love. "What possessed you to risk

"What do you mean?" "I mean the Vanguard Executive Board is entirely dead, Marcus is dead, and the Apex Coalition is currently burning to the ground," the captain explained, his voice thick with absolute dread. "But you created a massive power vacuum in the global underworld. There is a new syndicate moving in to claim the territory. And they are not offering money for your capture." The captain took a deep breath, looking down at Julian's bleeding form on the cot.

called Serra. But Kebin didn't see it coming, a huge red ball of fire was coming towards him. The captain only stared at it in surprise as it struck him right into his chest. A searing pain hits through his body and he fell to the ground, unconscious. "Captain!" Nysel gasped in horror. She finished the Reaper by slashing her sword into it's nasty face and flew towards Kebin. He's still breathing but ragged, his heartbeat was faint as the hope that they will survive this battle.

With a whoop Cassi yanked the ball back, returning it to its rotation above her head. We were tired, dirty, hungry and pissed off. Our friends had been cruelly taken from us one after another, our commander killed. And for what? The Officials deal with the faction of the fallen had come roaring to light right before this mess. A bunch of pussy ass idiots who were out to save their skins and their families, at the expense of everyone else. I couldn’t tell which side, if any, had won and it sickened me that we lost so many for potentially nothing. It was only by chance Cassi and I were still alive and standing, and even then we were on our last reserves, having pulled ourselves together to hel