Novel & Cerita He Who Drowned The World

Haydee The Moonwell did not drown me. It held me. I sank into the oldest water in the world with the crown's shards buried over my heart, and the cold did not kill me and the depth did not crush me. It took me down out of the world and held me there, suspended in silver light, between the life I had spent and the death I had earned, waiting to learn which way I would go. And in that suspended place, the water showed me myself.

And every time he used his hand on me, even when I was falling apart, he stayed calm and controlled. He couldn’t possibly find my body disgusting… could he? The thought snapped something in me. Humiliation surged hot in my chest. I slammed my glass down on the table. “I’ve decided.” Wendy jumped. “Divorce.” A useless man, handsome or not, wasn’t worth keeping. I didn’t need him. “Okay, okay. Stop drinking.” Wendy must’ve thought I was wasted. She dragged me into the shower. She’d just gotten these over-the-top rhinestone nails, and she kept pawing at me in her sleep. The next morning, I woke up with several dark red scratches on my neck where she’d clawed me.

I hold it (a sphere of black water and violet fire, screaming, thrashing, alive). Then I do the only thing that ever worked when the world tried to drown me. I forgive it. Not with words. With thunder. I crush the sphere against my chest. The storm pours into me (every death, every scream, every tear the old queens never got to shed). It hurts worse than dying. But I’ve died before. I know how to come back. The water turns warm. The screaming stops. The drowned priests appear again (not ghosts now, just tired, grateful).

Martha was still there, slumped against her pillar, exhausted but alive. ​The mercenaries who had been following the water—men in black tactical gear and breathing masks—were floating in the water, their weapons useless. They weren't dead, but they were trapped in the shimmering, thickened water, unable to move. ​Alaric looked at his hands. He looked at me. He looked like a god who had just remembered he was once a man. ​"It's over," he whispered. ​"No," I said, looking up at the skylight. I could hear the helicopters circling above. I could hear the Council members screaming into their radios. "The flood was the end of the old world. Now, we go to the surface and start the new one."

*Vroom* A loud drowning sound that shook the ears of the living and the non-living alike deafened the planet. A light so blinding that the sun covered its eyes with the clouds in the sky fell upon Crystal’s figure and tore through the planet, carving a hole in its atmosphere. And everyone who knew what power was could feel the vast authority that was descending upon the World of the Three Great Races.

Remy reported. "Good work,” Adrian praised. Remy sighed. "What happened to the world, sir? Everything changed overnight, and many are finding it difficult to accept such sudden changes. What do we do, sir?" He remained calm, patiently waiting for Adrian's response. "Look up at the sky and you’ll see a huge shadow. That's the entity that reset the whole world. He wiped out half the human population. He's called the Creator, but better known as the Destroyer. What we need to do now is eliminate him. If we succeed, the people who vanished may be able to return."

He weakly grabbed my tunic, pulling me close. "The poison... it gave me visions, Cardan," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Might be a side effect or something." "A side effect?" I frowned, confused. "I saw the start of the war," Adam whispered, his eyes wide with horror. "The moment our world split from theirs. And I saw who did it." He tightened his grip, his voice dropping to a desperate rasp. “Cardan... it was you. Your alter ego. The Immeasurable... he destroyed the world.”

wings acting like heavy anchors, dragging me down toward the crushing pressure of the seabed. Through the murky, radioactive water, I saw him. Dante. He wasn't sinking. He was suspended in a sphere of boiling steam. The "Extinction-Heir" orb was buried in his chest, a miniature sun that refused to be extinguished by the sea. His body was arching, his mouth open in a silent, underwater scream as the "Source" clung to his leg like a parasitic ghost, her silver hair whipping in the current like a nest of snakes.

My eyes widened in awe as I starred at my palm, I had my mum's blood on my palms. A black hole spawned behind Hades. The creature that came out was the least of all I wanted alive. As he walked out of the Portal, he had his eyes focused deeply into mine and he said out loud; "Hail Hades for the greater evil arises, Hail thee, god of death and ruler of the underworld." "Hail thee, conquerer of worlds and the destroyer...of...realms." Suddenly the two vanished. Light Fades. Third Person Narrative

Liesa blinked slowly, trying to focus. “Angus…” she breathed, relief flooding her. But confusion flickered faintly. She thought, Before she could think further, darkness swallowed her whole.