Heret staggered back more than three meters, crashing into and scraping against a dozen cars before finally coming to a stop. The force of Alexander's strike had been overwhelming."Alas, defeated again!" Heret sighed dejectedly. He realized that his overconfidence had been his downfall. He had char
"Aahh!"As Alexander pondered how to approach and question them, a blood-curdling scream echoed from nearby, followed by panicked shouts."Run! It's loose again!""Someone messed up the anesthetic dose—this could be fatal!""No, stop!"The stench of blood filled the air, especially potent in the nea
The messages on the phone were chilling and appalling.[Blood Jack, age seventy-five.][At age six, displayed exceptional intelligence, trained by the Chief Royal Scientist of Morwen.][At eighteen, expelled for conducting experiments on living humans, which led to his capture.][At thirty, experime
At the Palace of Morwen, a sprawling ancient fortress complex, King Morten resided in the innermost and most formidable stronghold. The dinner party was held in one of the outer forts, a strategic choice for safety.Alexander approached the entrance and walked straight in. It was not his first time
"Let go! The palace is full of powerful combatants. You won't escape," snarled Lambert through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with hatred. He assumed reinforcements had arrived, confident in the elite royal guards who had taken down even semi-Empyreans.Maxine tightened her grip, causing Lambert to
Alexander listened intently to the unfolding mystery and immediately responded, "This person is the key. If you know anything, tell me."At long last, they had a crucial lead. Following these clues would surely expose the mastermind behind the scenes and unravel the plot.Willy, recalling the unplea
The largest ancient fortress at the center of the city was where King Morten resided. The security was formidable: Sentries every five paces, guards at 10, and more than 20 patrol squads visible, with countless more lurking in the shadows.Seeing the tight security, Alexander could not help but comm
Early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered into the palace, infusing the atmosphere with a subtle energy. The ancient castles, adorned with purple and gold bands, exuded a festive air as the day marked Emmerson's ascension to the throne as the 15th King of Morwen.The death of the old