“What are you doing?!”I rushed up to Blode and hit him in the chest with all of my might, yet it barely had any effect. He remained still, his gaze transfixed on the pile of wreck boulders that served as a barricade to the locked gates.“Adolf is still there!”I could feel my insides twisting, aching for the tears that wanted to burst out. Blode didn't say anything as he stared intently at the gates before us, eyes narrowed in concentration. He knew from experience that getting past these gates was no simple feat. He had endured this battle many times before yet still felt a burning rage every single time. Still, he kept his composure and attempted to remain clam despite his inner turmoil.“Adolf will find a way, Daciana.”My breath caught in my throat as I spun around upon hearing someone address me. Peering into my shoulder, I saw Stoic had taken a step towards me, his presence looming large.“If we let the gates open, the giants will chase us and catch up to us leaving Adolf’s sac
I cursed.“You have got to be kidding me!”Blode muttered to himself resolutely, as if he was ready to take physical measures. His demeanor made it obvious that he had reached the limits of his patience, and he was unwilling to take any more of whatever it was that caused his vexation.Who wouldn’t be scared? We were already being chased by the giants, and now, Lowell had mistakenly found our location. I don’t know how he had tracked us down, but one thing was certain – we were going to get caught in between the two threatening enemies. It felt like there was no way out of this situation. As I looked around at the faces of my companions I could see fear written all over them; none of us knew what to do or where to go.“Blode…what should we do?” I asked.And just like me, he seemed to be searching for an answer, any answer. The veins in his forehead pulsated as he fought hard to stay composed. His emotions kept getting the best of him and it was clear that he was desperately trying to
Lowell lashed out at Gigantor with a powerful strike of his claws, sending the latter flying in one swift motion.The force of the attack was enough to momentarily disorient him, and it took Gigantor a few seconds before he could regain his bearings. In that momentary flash of surprise, Lowell created an opening for himself to unleash another strike.Gigantor was ready to make his move, arm already raised to strike and Lowell reacted swiftly, ducking and leaping into the air in one fluid motion. He remained on the offensive, dodging out of the way as Gigantor tried to catch him with a series of powerful punches. They continued this dance for some time until it seemed that success could not be found on Gigantor’s side.Lowell is incredibly powerful, agile and flexible. Despite this apparent strength, Gigantor stands no chance against him in their fight. He seems to be lagging already, weakened by his previous tussle with Adolf-“Adolf!”My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open as I re
Adolf lifted his chin, narrowing his eyes as far as he could.I could see the fury blazing in his eyes. The intimidating glare he directed at Lowell sent a shudder of fear down my spine. Yet, my mind was reeling after he dropped that unexpected bombshell. All I could do was quietly take it in and struggle with the shock of what I had heard. As much as I wanted to speak out, my throat felt dry and my words seemed to have gotten lodged somewhere deep inside me. With a heavy heart, I knew that everything had changed in an instant ."Princess Daciana…”I could feel the eyes of the crowd focused on me. Anxiety flooded my body, and my grip tightened around Blode as I slowly stepped away, trying to maintain eye contact with Lowell. He seemed thinking about something while staring at me, his expression growing more menacing with every passing second. My heart beat wildly in my chest as I knew that a confrontation was imminent. This is not something I had expected to happen today.“If that is
I am absolutely livid and my feelings cannot be adequately expressed through mere words.This feeling of anger is coursing through my veins and boiling up inside me like a raging inferno. This sense of injustice has overwhelmed me, pushing me to express myself in a way I’ve never done before.My brows furrowed as my eyes focused on Lowell standing in front of me. Intense confusion flooded my mind - how did he get here? All I knew was that I had to take him down before something bad happened. This wasn't the first time a situation like this arose, but it certainly felt more urgent than ever. On top of the danger looming in the air, there seemed to be a feeling that this may be my last opportunity to put an end to the chaos he had.“I may not be strong as my father…”I steadily climbed to the summit, my gaze never wavering from Lowell who raised his head and held my stare. I could feel a connection between us as we silently observed each other; a steadfast wrath radiating.“But I will m
“Let go of me!”I was doing my best to squirm away from them, but their grip was too strong; no matter how hard I tried, I could not break free. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as their hands held me tight.Fear had taken root in the pit of my stomach and a chill ran down my spine. All around me, the skulks and wolves were watching this scene unfold with delight on their faces. No words were exchanged, but the atmosphere was thick with tension and dread.Once again, I was easily tricked by the enemy. I can't believe how naive and inexperienced I must seem to be. It's as though I've been labeled a fool, a weakling in the face of battle. This miserable defeat only further serves to confirm these labels; do I have what it takes to be called a warrior? The truth is that it feels like an empty title when couldn't even put up a fight against them. Now more than ever, it feels like no matter what I do…I always end up like this.The enemy had brought me to a place far from my home, and t
His gaze never wavered as he held my eyes.I was filled with a strange feeling that though his focus was solely on me, his awareness seemed to stretch far beyond the boundaries of our connection. It wasn't a normal look; it was intense and heavy with purpose, as if he was trying to communicate some sort of message without saying any words. I felt so seen, yet so invisible at the same time - my innermost thoughts laid out before him like an open book.Hesitantly, I let his words sink in as I tried to suppress my emotions and avert my gaze. All of a sudden, I felt a surge of energy rush through me as I pushed him away from me.“Just go…”I find myself unable to concentrate as we stood in such close proximity. What is he implying? Why me? Is there something he's trying to tell me? He remains silent and still, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable. My mind races frantically, my fingers twitching with anticipation at the possibilities of what might come next. Despite all my confusion, I
Lowell stopped in his tracks and with a gentle touch he placed something on top of my body.I observed him with a curious eye, and noticed the regret and sorrow that seemed to fill his gaze. He shook his head ever so slightly before rising from the chair he was sitting in, not uttering a single word as he moved towards the door and left the room. I felt an uncomfortable silence settle around me; what was it about our conversation that had made him feel this way? It had been a seemingly innocuous exchange, but clearly something had stirred deep emotions in him.I looked down and saw that he had placed a blanket over my body, so I quickly pulled it around me, feeling my body trembling as if his touch were still caressing me. It made me feel protected and secure in the moment, yet at the same time I was intensely aware of what had just happened. The shock of his conduct left me immobilized; unable to move. I felt succumbed to the aftermath despite my best efforts to forget what occurred.