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
Chapter 71Oswald paced back and forth in his opulent room, his brow furrowed with worry. As Oswald continued to pace, the heavy wooden door swung open, revealing the silhouette of Baron the wizard. Even the esteemed magic wielder wore a look of concern that mirrored Oswald's own. The door creaked shut behind him as Baron entered the room, his eyes locking onto Oswald's troubled expression.Without waiting for pleasantries, Oswald turned to Baron, his voice betraying a sense of urgency. "Any news?" he asked, desperation evident in his eyes. Baron, equally distressed, shook his head solemnly, "Nothing." Oswald's heart sank further, the weight of the unknown pressing upon him like a heavy burden.His voice trembled as he exclaimed, "But they should have returned by now! Where are they? What could be taking them so long?" Frustration laced his words, his mind racing with thoughts of potential dangers and setbacks. The silence in the room seemed to magnify his mounting worry.Baron, eve
Chapter 72As Oswald walked into the grand hall of the palace, the sound of cheering and screams filled the air. "All hail the king!" the crowd shouted, their excitement palpable. Oswald couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he smiled and waved at them, acknowledging their support.Waiting for Oswald by the throne was Baron, his trusted advisor and friend. As they locked eyes, Baron subtly mouthed the words, "Be calm." Oswald took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and continued walking towards the throne.The process of crowning Oswald began, each step meticulously planned. However, just as the crown was about to be placed on his head, a sudden commotion outside the grand hall caught everyone's attention. Oswald's heart started to race, panic creeping into his eyes.Baron, ever composed, pressed down on Oswald's shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper. "Be calm, my king," he reassured him. With a nod from Baron, the crown was placed upon Oswald's head, the weight of
Chapter 73As Aeron lay weak and helpless in the dungeon, his mind couldn't help but drift back to the days when he was once locked up in Augustine's lab. The memories flooded his thoughts, reminding him of the pain and torment he had endured. But this time, the situation was different. He was now trapped in the clutches of his own brother, Oswald.Suddenly, the heavy dungeon gates creaked open, and Oswald strode in with his shoulder held high. A sinister smile crept across his face as he looked down at his weakened sibling. "Well, well, well," Oswald taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "The almighty alpha Aeron, now so weak and useless. How the mighty have fallen."Aeron, his voice feeble and barely audible, retorted, "You're only running your mouth because you're out there, safe and sound. If you had the courage, you would step inside this cage and see what I would do to you."Oswald was momentarily taken aback by Aeron's challenge, but then he recalled Baron's voice echoing in
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