บททั้งหมดของ Shadows of the Lost: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“Would you look at that!” said Berry with a deep breath as he looked down at the hill. There were clumps of big rocks lining in rows in the corner of a narrow pathway. From where he was, it looked so thin that he doubted whether they’d fit in it or not.He’d learned not to judge things with first impression alone, though. After all, things weren’t always what they seemed.His enthusiasm didn’t last long, for he once again had heard Sloane’s screams in frustration. Berry didn’t know if Briane’s minds were screwed, but he kept flirting with Sloane who wasn’t at all interested in him. And here he thought Briane’s head over heels with Blame.“Oh, come on, Honeybunch! Don’t be shy!”“Call me that again, and I will cut that tongue of yours! I’m not joking, you Skipper!”Shaking his head, Berry walked ahead of them. Luckily, the hill had stone-made stairc

The moon gleamed brightly as the tension below it became palpable. Even the wind knew something was wrong as it rarely passed through the horde of Wielders: There were ones pointing spears to the Skippers who were slumped on the ground, their hands raised, while Marjorie stood frozen in front of them. It took Berry a hundred gulp, his eyes roaming the place for some escape. But he was frozen when Marjorie started laughing, a crisped one. Everyone stared at her with furrowed brows. If Berry didn’t know her, he would’ve perceived her crazy. Who would laugh in this kind of situation? It’s never funny, to say the least. If need be, they should start begging now, and, assuming it wouldn’t work out as Berry hoped, they should at least ready their weapon for some course of action. But that’s not happening anytime. “What are you doing?” whispered Berry with gritted teeth, his eyes intent on the spears pointed at him, a dry smile curved on his lips. La

If Berry’s team had to have a nightmare-ish journey, the same couldn’t be said to Michelle’s. In fact, their expedition was so smooth they started doubting whether they’re really on a suicidal mission or what. But they compensate with that thought by arguing that it’s probably Michelle’s ability to wield darkness that aided them. It amazed Cherry and Reigna that even the most impenetrable blackness of the tunnel paled when Michelle walked through. It’s as if the night was forced to revere her, to bow to her prowess like anyone would do once they’re made aware of her capabilities. “You’re Karina, right?” said Michelle. They were huddled on a bonfire, surrounded by the baobab trees that shadowed the moonlight, seated on a branch of a tree, together with Karina who did not say a word since they left the school. Karina merely looked at her, the green of her irises dilating. Raising one

Michelle had a very bad dream. She was walking in the aisle eclipsed with the blackest of shadows. Even as she tried to lift it, the heaviness that’s embedded in it was too much for her to manipulate. What’s more suspicious was the way in which her feet were glued to the ground. It’s as though it never wanted her to move forward. The only one she knew to have mastery in the art of gravity was Karina, but it’s unlikely for her to do this. Not too long since she thought of her, the blackness became lighter. Her brows furrowed as it took her no more than raising a finger to ward them from her vision. It didn’t make any sense. How was it possible that the heaviness earlier vanished just when she thought of a gravity wielder— The answer lies in the fact that she was facing Karina, or more like her evil doppelganger. There’s just no way that the real Karina would look like her head was about to explode, her eyes bulging so hard it’s about to pop. But her feature’s the leas

If there’s something Reigna would choose to change, it would be the passing of her father and her brother. They’re the ones who understood her most, the ones who would comfort her when her mother went on with her crude antics. Don’t get her wrong; she loved her mother, so much so that she always reason out with herself whenever her mother started comparing her with a wielder she knew to be a lot stronger than her daughter. Reigna was not born with much strength. She was fragile even by the standard of wielder her age. She easily got sick, which was why she spent most of her life to either in the walls of her room or in the hospital. It’s sickening, but her father had a way to compensate for the things she was not able to do for the time she’s crippled by flu or whatever. That’s the reason why she’s always with him when he’s on his travel. She loved that, but her mother didn’t. Despite her mother’s firm refusal, arguing that Reigna’s better off at home, training to ha