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
Chapter 64As Aeron gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the soft warmth of morning sunlight kissed his face. Blinking against the gentle intrusion, he became aware of his surroundings—a scene painted with unfamiliar faces, their hushed whispers creating a surreal backdrop.The air buzzed with a sense of urgency as Aeron attempted to push himself up from the ground. He felt groggy, disoriented, but the realization that he was alive and breathing brought a surge of relief. The whispers around him grew louder, a cacophony of voices filled with curiosity and concern.As he struggled to stand, a collective murmur swept through the group surrounding him. "He's not dead. He's alive," someone exclaimed, their words cutting through the ambient hum. Another voice called for water, and a helping hand led Aeron to a quiet corner where he was offered a drink.The cool liquid brought a welcome respite, trickling down his parched throat. Aeron took a moment to gather his thoughts,
Chapter 65Myra sat at her desk, her fingers tapping away on her computer keyboard with a sense of purpose, desperately trying to push the events of yesterday out of her mind. But every so often, she couldn't help stealing glances at baby Allistar playing with her toys in the corner of the room. The sight brought a fleeting smile to Myra's face, but then her thoughts would inevitably drift back to Augustine, and her smile would fade. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, trying to relax but finding it impossible.The news of Augustine's death had been broken to them that morning, and the entire office was in chaos. Some were mourning his passing, while others worried about what would become of the company and their jobs now that the CEO was gone. Myra felt the weight of the loss, and her heart ached with grief."I blame you, Aeron," she muttered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. "You took the life of the only friend I have."At that exact moment, she heard Aeron's voice in he
Chapter 66Aeron lay at the foot of a towering oak tree in the heart of the dense forest, his body shivering uncontrollably. The cold air cut through his thin clothes, biting into his skin like icy tendrils. His skin, once radiant, now bore the pallor of someone drained of vitality. Shivers racked his body, Clothes clung to his frame, drenched in a mix of sweat and rain, His lips, dry and cracked, mirrored the thirst he couldn't quench, Aeron's eyes, once filled with determination, were now sunken and haunted, shadows lingering beneath them like remnants of the sleep he hadn't found.Seven days had passed since he had started running, and each day seemed to sap away a piece of his strength. Wherever he ventured, the world seemed to turn against him. Whether he sought refuge in bustling cities or remote towns, he found no solace. In every corner, he faced hostility – beaten, chased, and even pursued by the authorities.The attacks were relentless, leaving Aeron bewildered and desperat
Chapter 67With a gasp, Myra jolted awake, her heart pounding against her ribcage, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The echoes of the dream still lingered, the vivid imagery and tumultuous emotions clinging to her like a specter. She lay in the darkness, her mind reeling from the intensity of the nightmare that had seized her.A faint sound, like a distant murmur, reached her ears, drawing her attention away from the lingering nightmare. Myra slowly slid off her bed, her movements cautious as if navigating a realm between dream and wakefulness. The cool floor met the soles of her feet as she headed in the direction of the mysterious sound.Stopping by Baby Allistar's room, Myra couldn't resist the instinct to check on her. A sigh of relief escaped her as she found the child sleeping soundly in her bed. With a gentle touch, Myra ensured the door was securely locked, creating a barrier between her daughter and the uncertainties that lurked beyond.Armed with a vase, Myra continued to
Chapter 68Aeron staggered through the snow as he made his painful journey back to Antarctica. His body felt heavy and weak, and every step he took sent waves of exhaustion through his aching limbs. He had not had enough time to rest and regain his strength, and the emotional trauma of losing Myra weighed heavily on his heart.The icy winds howled around him, biting into his skin and making it even harder for him to keep going. The familiar landscape of the frozen tundra stretched out before him, but it now seemed to taunt him with its desolate emptiness. Aeron felt completely alone in the world, and the crushing weight of his grief threatened to overwhelm him at every turn.Each labored step he took felt like an impossible effort, and Aeron stumbled and fell to his knees in the snow. He didn't try to stand up, instead sinking to the ground and letting his tears of anguish flow freely. The pain of losing Myra was a deep ache in his soul, and it felt as though his heart was being torn
Chapter 69Aeron's eyes flickered open to a harsh, sterile light, only to find himself restrained to a menacing machine in a dimly lit lab. Augustine stood before him, a wicked smile stretching across his face. The air hummed with an eerie tension as Augustine let out an evil laugh, resonating through the cold metal walls."It's time, Aeron," Augustine declared with a cruel glee, his voice dripping with malice. "Time to get rid of them." Aeron's muscles tensed as he strained against the restraints, desperation etched across his face. His powers, usually at his command, felt distant and elusive, leaving him powerless against the looming threat.Augustine's laughter cut through the room, mocking Aeron's futile attempts at freedom. The machine's cold embrace seemed unyielding, and with each struggle, Aeron's frustration intensified. Augustine circled him, reveling in the helplessness of his captive prey. "You really thought you could escape this, Aeron? Your struggles amuse me."As Aero
Chapter 70The room was dimly lit, with only a single candle flickering on the corner table. The air was heavy with anticipation as Oswald, dressed in regal attire, sat on a plush armchair, his face etched with seriousness. Before him stood three formidable men, their bulging muscles straining against the fabric of their black suits. They were renowned for their loyalty and skill, with a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of their enemies.Oswald raised his head and met the gazes of the men before him. Without wasting a second, he spoke, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and determination. "I've been told you are the best individuals for this job. What I am about to ask of you is extraordinary, highly unlikely, considering... well, he is your king, after all. But I have faith in your abilities." Before Oswald could continue, one of the men, a scar running down his left cheek, interrupted him. "We'd rather die than let him come back to rule us again. We've seen the d