As the sky exploded, and a crimson mist descended upon the Earth, a terrible weight settled upon my heart. I did not know at the time the fate which had befallen Heaven, but I discerned that the demons must have unleashed some monstrously devastating attack upon their angelic foes. The mist coated the planet’s surface,…
Five years passed. After witnessing the death of all my fellow Legionnaires, along with Hercules’ imprisonment, I all but lost myself to madness and rage. Jepthath’s visions shift, revealing a series of images where he pounces at demons from the shadows, eviscerates them, and then slips back into the darkness. At one point, he ambushes…
Jepthath’s voice rumbles inside of Hope’s mind. Four hundred years passed. Thanks to the Titan’s soul manipulation, those who submitted to him and pledged their loyalty gained the gift of immortality. As the first batch of humans he ever recruited, my village’s hunters were the closest to him and became his elite generals. Hercules amassed…
Deep inside the Labyrinth, tucked away in a nondescript corner, a young man stands amidst a room filled with treasure. Heaps, mounds, and even mountains of gold, diamonds, and precious metals litter the floor, making walking anywhere but through the room’s main path impossible. Hope, the only Wordsmith in existence, besides Jason, closes his eyes…
Every part of my body trembles and shakes. I stare silently at my feet, where a pile of dust rests: the final remnants of Samson’s artifact. I killed him. I killed Samson, then watched as he screamed in pain and faded away. Yet, it isn’t guilt rattling my nerves, nor my conscience tearing me apart…
Samson bounces Shana on his knee. He leans back in his chair and folds his fingers over his chest, relaxing contentedly without a care in the world. To my surprise, Samson doesn’t resemble the image in my head of a savage brute with incredible strength. Instead, his neatly maintained, long golden hair and beard contrast…
Marie leads the Volgrim inspection team from one facility to another, breezing through a variety of different inventions, gadgets, and technological marvels, each one capable of causing a seismic shift in the era before my Cryogenic stasis. Without Solomon’s Crown, I can only rely on the prior knowledge I’ve accrued from the Knowledge-Seeker. Still, surprisingly,…
"What Volgrim inspection team?" I ask, directing my question at the Satyr. " Why didn’t Marie tell me she had to leave?" Momo sighs. "I-I’m sorry, mister Hiro, sir. She couldn’t. You were busy conversing with the artifacts and their errant souls, so Miss Becker didn’t want to disturb you. Whenever a Volgrim inspection team…
As I settle in to listen to Madam Mildred’s tales, I shoot a glance at Sir Lorent. He keeps Shana occupied by summoning an easel and showing her how to sweep a paintbrush against it. Shana’s eyes widen like saucers as she begins to smear black paint across the canvas, drawing her first stick-man ever….
Sir Lorent pats Shana’s head affectionately. Despite his gruesome, bloodstained chest, Shana doesn’t look at him with any fear, given his relation to her surrogate mother, Phoebe. [Yes,] Lorent says, answering one of Phoebe’s most recent questions. [His Majesty died in battle. However, he did not perish to a demon’s blade, but the discharge of…
