Chapter 56The sterile hum of machinery filled Augustine's lab as he entered, a jubilant spring in his step and an elated expression on his face. His eyes sparkled with the triumph of a man who had just uncovered a secret trove of treasures. Turning to the weakened figure of Aeron, restrained and vulnerable on the machine, Augustine couldn't contain his excitement."I just struck gold," he declared, his voice dripping with satisfaction.Aeron, his once formidable countenance reduced to a shadow of its former self, remained silent, his eyes fixed on some distant point as though trying to disconnect from the harrowing reality of his captivity.Augustine, undeterred by Aeron's stoic silence, turned to him once again, his demeanor shifting from exuberant to maniacal. "Don't you want to know what I'm talking about?" he sneered.Aeron, a hint of defiance still lingering in his gaze, responded, "Why should I care about anything that pertains to you?"Augustine chuckled, the sound resonating
chapter 57The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows as Augustine strolled down the bustling city sidewalk, cradling Allistar in his arms. Myra walked at his side, a serene expression on her face, her attention focused on the precious bundle in Augustine's arms. The air was filled with the cacophony of city life, yet in this moment, the trio seemed cocooned in their own world.As they ambled along, Myra's eyes inadvertently caught sight of Aeron in the distance. He was hand in hand with his new lover, an image that triggered an unexpected pang within her. Determined to rise above the turmoil, she attempted to ignore his presence and continued walking, but Aeron intercepted her path.His voice, dripping with disdain, cut through the ambient noise. "Well, if it isn't the whoring wife."Myra's jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure, refusing to dignify his words with a response. Aeron, reveling in his moment of provocation, pressed on."I thought you said it was all
Chapter 58Myra found herself standing in the heart of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The air was thick with the earthy scent of the woods, and a sense of disorientation washed over her as she struggled to understand how she had ended up in this unfamiliar place. With furrowed brows and a searching gaze, she looked around, the leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze as she tried to grasp her whereabouts."Where am I? What am I doing here?" Myra muttered to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and growing anxiety. She tried to recall what had led her to this unfamiliar territory, but her thoughts remained fragmented and elusive, leaving her with a deep sense of unease.As she began to navigate through the labyrinth of trees, a hushed whisper, barely audible at first, reached her ears. Myra's heart skipped a beat as she strained to catch the source of the voice, her senses sharpened by a sudden sense of urgency. "Who's
Chapter 59As the clock struck midnight, Myra stood in the dimly lit living room of her cozy apartment, preparing to retire for the night. The soft glow from the lamp cast a warm, comforting ambiance, and she took a deep breath, ready to turn off the light and finally rest after a long day. However, just as she reached for the switch, the sudden chime of the doorbell echoed through the silent room, shattering the tranquility that enveloped her.Startled, Myra hesitated, her heart quickening at the unexpected interruption. She tiptoed to the door, her cautious steps barely making a sound on the floor. With a sense of trepidation, she called out softly, "Who is it?"A familiar voice from the other side of the door responded, "It's me."Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the voice as Augustine's. Without a second thought, she swiftly unlocked the door and swung it open, her eyes widening in astonishment and concern as she took in the sight before her. Augustine stood on he
Chapter 60In the dimly lit lab, Augustine stood before Aeron, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls. Aeron, restrained and weakened, looked up with defiant eyes as Augustine approached, a sinister grin etched across his face."Oh boy! Am I happy?" He said as he got close to Aeron. He looked at Aeron with a grim look when he didnt get any reaction or response from him. "You don't want to know why I'm so happy?" He asked, arching his brows. "It doesn't matter, I'll still tell you anyway. Myra hates you now," Augustine sneered, relishing the words. "You know what she said? That she'll never forgive you." Augustine circled Aeron, reveling in the power he believed he held over him.He walked away, clapping gleefully, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Isn't that wonderful? My plans worked perfectly well" Augustine added, savoring the bitterness of Myra's supposed hatred. "Now, I can continue with the process of extracting your powers without fear of Myra interfering her feelings f
Chapter 61Myra's new home was a quaint cottage nestled at the edge of a quiet neighborhood. The exterior boasted a welcoming facade with a pastel blue door that complemented the soft beige walls. A neatly trimmed garden lined the path leading to the entrance, adorned with blooming flowers that added a touch of warmth to the scene.As Myra stepped into the house, a cozy ambiance enveloped her. The living room, painted in soothing earth tones, held a plush sofa and a rocking chair near the fireplace. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow on the hardwood floors. A subtle scent of lavender lingered in the air, hinting at the careful attention Myra had put into making this place a home.Moving towards the nursery, Myra cradled Allistar in her arms, his tiny breaths a lullaby in the quiet room. The cradle, adorned with delicate patterns, stood beside a window overlooking the backyard. Soft toys dangled from the mobile above, swaying gently in response to the br
Chapter 62Myra sat cross-legged on the soft carpet of her living room, a cozy haven filled with the gentle glow of sunlight trickling through the windows. A playful array of colorful blocks and stuffed animals surrounded her and baby Allistar, who was perched contentedly in her lap, eyes fixed on the animated characters dancing across the television screen. Giggles and baby babble filled the room, a heartwarming chorus of innocent joy that tugged at the corners of Myra's lips.The cheerful cartoon cast its spell, its vibrant characters eliciting peals of laughter from Allistar, who gleefully mimicked their antics with her own tiny gestures. Myra watched with a tender smile, her heart swelling with the pure, unfiltered happiness that radiated from her daughter's laughter.But the idyllic scene was suddenly interrupted as the cartoon abruptly faded, replaced by the stern visage of a news reporter. Myra's heart sank as the urgent tone in the reporter's voice filled the room."We interru
Chapter 63The news of the explosion had shaken Myra to her core. Panic and worry etched across her face as she drove swiftly to Augustine's house, the tires screeching against the asphalt. Baby Allistar was secured in the car, nestled in the safety of her car seat, oblivious to the turmoil that awaited her mother.As Myra parked the car and stepped out, the ruins of Augustine's house loomed before her like a grim testament to the destruction that had unfolded. Smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of what was once a home now lay in disarray. Myra's eyes were red from crying, her heart heavy with a sense of foreboding.What could possibly have caused this explosion? The question echoed in Myra's mind, and a haunting uncertainty lingered in the air. A thought flitted across her consciousness, a whisper of doubt. Could Aeron have been involved? The mere notion sent shivers down her spine, and she shook her head, vehemently refusing to believe that Aeron could be responsible for su
EpilogueAeron laughed heartily as he tossed a colorful ball back and forth with Allistar in the living room, their playful banter filling the air with joy and warmth. Despite his initial hesitance, Aeron had eventually relented, allowing Myra to go to the grocery store while he stayed back to spend quality time with Allistar. Little did he know that an unexpected turn of events was about to unfold.As they played, Aeron got a mindlink from Myra, her urgent thoughts flooding his mind. "Aeron, the baby is coming. I'm in labor. Please come to the grocery store right away."The realization sank in, and a sense of urgency washed over Aeron. Without a moment's hesitation, he gathered the groceries they had bought and swiftly lifted Allistar into his arms, explaining the situation in a hurry."Come on, peaches, we have to go to the grocery store. It's time to meet your little brother," Aeron said with a mix of excitement and reassurance, his tone conveying the sense of anticipation that fil
Chapter 110The soft glow of evening cast a warm ambience in Aeron and Myra's cozy living room, the gentle flicker of candlelight dancing across the walls. Myra, her baby bump clearly visible now, sat on the couch, a look of frustration etched on her features. Aeron, sitting opposite her in an armchair, gazed at her with a mix of amusement and concern.Myra's mood had been unpredictable lately, a common symptom of her advancing pregnancy, and today was no exception. She fidgeted with the remote control, her brows furrowed as she struggled to find the perfect movie to watch, her emotions teetering on the edge."Aeron, I just can't find anything that feels right!" Myra exclaimed, her frustration palpable. Aeron tilted his head, suppressing a smile as he tried to hide his amusement, knowing well that pregnancy tantrums were a part of the journey ahead."I could help you look for something. What are you in the mood for?" Aeron offered, his voice calm and soothing.Myra sighed, her gaze fl
Chapter 109Myra and Aeron were in the midst of preparing breakfast when the joyous sound of little feet echoed in the kitchen. Allistar, their bright-eyed and adventurous four-year-old daughter, burst into the room, clutching a colorful painting in her tiny hands. Aeron's eyes lit up as he saw her approach, a warm smile embracing his features. "Daddy, look what I made!" Allistar exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.Myra shook her head with a tender smile, a gentle reproach in her voice. "Allistar, how many times will I tell you not to run in the house?" Allistar's eyes widened in innocence as she looked up at her mother. "But Daddy says I can run when I become a big girl. I just turned four, so I'm a big girl now," she protested with all the conviction of a child.Aeron scooped her up into his arms and twirled her around, his laughter filling the air. "Of course, you're a big girl, Allistar, and big girls also obey their mothers," he reminded her gently before setting her
Chapter 108As the golden sunlight bathed the palace garden in a warm glow, Aeron labored diligently, stirring pots and arranging fragrant bouquets under the vibrant canopy of blossoming trees. Soft laughter escaped his lips as he meticulously set the table with ornate silverware, fairy lights twinkling like stars above. The tantalizing aroma of exotic spices and delicacies intermingled with the invigorating scent of dewy petals, infusing the air with a sense of enchantment.Aeron checked that everything was in place, a pleased smile gracing his features. He tiptoed back into the palace to retrieve Myra, his heart aflutter with anticipation. Upon returning to her side, he gently bound a silken blindfold over her eyes, his touch feather-light and tender.With the utmost care, he guided her through the labyrinthine corridors, her trust unwavering despite her curiosity. As they drew closer to the garden, Aeron's footsteps quickened, brimming with eagerness, until they finally came to a h
Chapter 107The dense forest loomed around Aeron like a living labyrinth, each tree a sentinel guarding its secrets. His voice echoed through the stillness, a desperate call searching for any sign of life. "Is anyone there?" he shouted, but the only response was the rustle of leaves in the wind.Undeterred, Aeron began to walk, the towering trees closing in around him, casting shadows that danced in the dappled moonlight. His footsteps seemed to be swallowed by the silent expanse, and a sinking feeling settled in his chest as the forest embraced him in its enigmatic grasp.As he wandered deeper, Aeron's sense of direction faltered, and the forest became an endless maze. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind, urging him to escape the suffocating greenery. In the distance, a cave yawned open like a dark maw, a potential escape from the wilderness that threatened to swallow him whole.Aeron cautiously entered the cave, the shadows within conspiring to distort his perception. The cavern s
Chapter 106As Aeron sprinted through the moonlit night, his keen senses heightened by desperation, he tried to catch Oswald's scent in the air. Frowning, he realized that Oswald had masked his presence, making tracking nearly impossible.Aeron chuckled grimly, muttering to himself, "Buffoon." Undeterred, he dropped to his knees, placing a hand on the ground. Silent incantations escaped his lips, and soon, glowing footsteps appeared on the path ahead. Aeron grinned, his determination unwavering as he followed the ethereal trail.The luminous footprints guided him to a secluded cabin. Aeron cautiously pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. There, on a wooden bed, lay Allistar. Relief and urgency surged through him, but before he could reach for her, Oswald leaped from his hiding spot, launching at Aeron with deadly intent.Reacting swiftly, Aeron dodged the assault, and the two engaged in a fierce battle once more. Aeron's skill with the sword proved superior, but in a cunni
Chapter 105Panic and fear were etched into every line of Aeron's face as he frantically darted through the sprawling corridors of the palace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were wild with desperation as he searched, each passing second seeping away with a sense of impending dread. Shadows clung to the walls, and the oppressive weight of the air seemed to press down on him, suffocating him as he raced against the insidious tide of time.It was in this frenzied state that Aeron collided with Pelenore, his father, and the impact sent them both stumbling, only to regain their footing with a sense of urgency. Pelenore regarded his son with a mixture of concern and confusion, his brow furrowed as he asked, "Aeron, what's wrong? Why are you so frantic?"Aeron's voice trembled with raw emotion as he blurted out, "It's Myra. She's in trouble. I heard her call out to me, and I can't find her anywhere. She's somewhere in this palace, and I can't bear the thought of her suffering."
Chapter 104In the aftermath of the great battle that had just taken place, the once serene and picturesque landscape was now a chaotic scene of destruction. The once lush green fields were now scorched and smoking, the trees reduced to charred stumps. The acrid smell of burnt wood and gunpowder lingered heavily in the air, mingled with the metallic stench of blood.Amidst the chaos, Pelenore stood a short distance away, his body trembling with grief. In his arms, he cradled his beloved son, Baron, the light of his life. The young man's face was now pale, marked by deep wounds. Pelenore's tears streamed down his weathered face, his cries of despair mingling with the chaotic sounds of the aftermath. He held his dying son tenderly, whispering comforting words through his anguished sobs, hoping against hope that he could bring some relief to his child."I'm sorry, father," Baron finally croaked, his voice barely a whisper amidst the havoc. The words were a plea for forgiveness, a burde
Chapter 103The night was dark, with only a pale sliver of moon hanging in the sky. Aeron and Pelenore sat side by side on a wooden bench, their bodies tense and their eyes fixed on the field before them. The soldiers had set up their tents and retired for the night, leaving the deserted field covered in the scattered remnants of their tests. The atmosphere was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves.Neither Aeron nor Pelenore said a word, but the tension between them spoke volumes. Certainly by the morning they would go into battle and although they had prepared, they still felt tensed. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by the sound of hooves pounding across the field. A horse burst through the darkness, its body shimmering as if born from smoke. A soldier clad in armor dismounted and bowed in obeisance before Aeron and Pelenore. "Your highness! Great wizard!" Aeron looked at the soldier with an intensity that ma