Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rings of the Realms: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter 32: The MurkiesThe dark, resonating voice sent a trickle of fear down her spine, and without thinking, she immediately got up from the floor and was about to head back to the hospital. When just as she turned, another murky figure slowly came out of the darkness. “Come on, it’s kind of rude not to answer when someone says ‘hi’ sweetheart” he said, slowly etching closer to her. Seeing that she really had no options, being cornered from both sides, she made a break for the space in the middle. Running as fast as she could to wherever her feeble legs could take her. The two dark figures met side by side, watching her run off, crossing the empty, streetlight-filled road and into a field that was virtually a cul-de-sac. “I’m not going to chase you” they both echoed in disturbingly similar fashion.Running through the field, maize crops smacking against her from every side, she maintained a steady pace. Refusing to give up nor relent until she made it out. And thankfully, she did

Chapter 34: Chaos“For there to be universal peace there must first be universal chaos”. Sounds real murky right? Yeah, that one was from mission impossible: fallout. You tend to learn stuff from most of the movies you watch right? More or less. However, as dark as it sounds, it’s also quite intriguing, that concept. And now that I think about it, it may have some layer of factuality to it. Maybe in fact there must be great suffering for unquestionable order to be imposed. But this shit right here, was a whole different level of universal chaos. He watched from up above, floating in the air, as the facility slowly burned to the ground. To imagine that there was in fact something that could make the most hardened criminals run for their lives was scary. Just the thought of it, the inferno that made the low but mighty scurry to safety, made demons look like pathetic fools. And he enjoyed every piece of the action, floating up high and watching the magic show.But there’s always ‘the o

Chapter 36: We’re fuckedThere wasn't any audible response, making her anxiety levels go through the roof. Instead, the gentle knock repeated itself, and this time, even calmer which made her tense up even more. Her fingers started twitching and her eyes glowing but somehow, she sounded even more frightened. "I said who's–" "Open up Makayla, it's Jonathan." The instantly recognizable voice echoed up from the opposite side of the door. "Shit" she said, finally loosening up both her posture and breathing. Carefully, but speedily making her way to the door, she unlocked it, and there he was, not all that mystical and awe-inspiring this time."So you didn't die or disappear this time" she joked, lightening up a little with a smirk on her face. "if I didn't know better, I'd think you–" before she was even able to complete her statement, he walked in without saying a word, and plopped down to one of the couches in the living room."Sure, you can come in" she gently locked the door behind

Chapter 38: There’s More than the Eight"Come on Dr. Draymond, I'm the worst person to ask about stuff like this.""Yes, I understand Mr. Barrison, but the reports are concerning your body. Stuff that you swallowed, and/or injected yourself with. Virtually no one can answer these questions better than…" he took of his glasses, showcasing his piercing set of weary blue eyes and delicate wrinkles"...better than you" He completed, with the most inquisitive yet calming demeanor. Raymond settled himself, for fear that in a fit to say something honest, and push the spotlight off him, he'd offend the doctor that looked like someone in his early fifties. So he took a deep sigh, closed then opened his eyes, trying to calm down, and said in a voice betrayed by exhaustion, "Fine then. What do you want to want to know Doc?""Great!" He put back on his glasses, the picked up the set of files he had earlier dropped. "You haven't had a history of drug abuse, have you Mr. Barrison?""Woah, woah, woa

Chapter 40: Fate He sat completely still, gazing aloofly at the plain door of his room. Sitting in wait of whatever was going to walk through the door. Of whoever was going to walk through the door. Hours passed, but his focus never once shuddered. He knew what was coming. All he had to do was keep his eyes open, no matter how tired he felt, even if took the entire murky night. All of a sudden, his door creaked open, and he couldn't but shudder at what was on the other side. But in movie-like manner, it unveiled itself with a graceful pace. First his left hand slowly, finger by finger, crept on the door. His nails about five inches long, and skin, pale and scaly. Then his body slowly but surely made its way through. He was still in his uniform. The usual long-sleeved shirt covered by a white lab coat and blue jeans. And then his faced slowly poked through. His skin looked pale but smoother than his scaly hands. His chapped lips a little smaller, same for his nose. But the real touri