CHAPTER 9 : THE GREAT ESCAPE

Looming ahead was King Sylvester's castle. Accordingly, the vehicles came to halt before the ornate castle gates, its towering spires creating a sense of awe anytime the castle was approached.

Reminiscing on the battle which just took place, I observed that the bloody memory was etched in my mind. The images of the harrowing sight kept replaying in my head like a broken kaleidoscope.

King Sylvester got out of the vehicle with the air of an arrogant victor, every move reflecting his disposition as a battle ready fiend. His guards flanked him despite looking weary but vigilant.

As we made our way inside the Gothic castle, a tall, blond haired Dante Sims, the head of security, emerged from the arched doorway, his countenance contorted into a frown. He engaged in an exchange with King Sylvester instantly.

I conjectured something was off.

They muttered a few unintelligible words and I could see Sylvester suddenly exude a look of apprehension. His jawline tightening immediately.

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