"No matter the consequences are, they will surely defy the present. Right here, right now."
Hindi ko alam kung bakit pa ako nasama sa lugar na to. Masyadong masama ang mga karanasan ko dito, sa lugar na ito. Puro nakalimutan na ng panahon sa sandaling umalis ako noon. Totoo nga. Walang wala ito kumpara sa mga larawan na dating iginuguhit ni Van.
Ang lugar na ito ang nagsilbing mata namin sa lahat ng kasalanan na ginawa namin sa nakaraan. Dugo, pawis at karangalaan ang laging nakaantay sa mission na ginagawa namin. Upang matupad lang ang kanyang minimithi. Wala syang puso upang isipin lamang ang aming mga damdamin.
Araw-araw puro pasakit. Puro kamalasan. Lahat mali. Oo, maling mali. Sa umpisa pa lamang dapat tinakasan ko na ang aking tadhana. Kung yoon lang pala ay upang pagsilbihan sya.
"Bryle, kailangan na nating makatakas!" sigaw ng isang lalake sa kasama nyang bata.
The boy hesitated, "But what about Ciev? Are we going to abondon her just like that?". The boy, Bryle asked with a sniff.
"We don't have a choice." a large bulky man stated.
"Sent the troops an alarm! The prisoners have escaped!" a man with military suit commanded.
"General Moss," Zies stated angrily.
"We're going now!" a woman with a riffle shouted at them. Firing at the men chasing them.
"The exit!" Bryle cried.
"Quinne! It's locked!" Quinne looked back at her comrades.
"Shit! Move aside!" she shouted. Turning her riffle at the lock. Firing at it until it was destroyed.
"Move it!" she commanded. Beads of sweat rolling down in the side of her forhead as she gritted her teeth, as she manuvered the riffle within her hands.
The four escaped the hellish-laboratory. But then, one problem had made them come to a halt and looked over Quinne as she hisses through her breath and was now clutching her right leg,
Quinne has been shot.
Zies was quick to react as he gather the amount of energy left in him to run towards her. Bringing a bandage in his backpack, he carefully wrapped the cloth in her wounded leg as she clutched the riffle in her hands.
One thing was on their minds. And it is to escape.
•~♠ 🥀 ⚜️ 🥀 ♠•~
Flashback,
16 Years Before,
November 14th in the Year 906,
Reliveliel Institute.
12:14 P.M.
"My Lord, the Crux has made their move and was now heading towards a small village at Vitales land." a man with a cloaked said. The Lord made no comment on the message he just received.
The Lord tapped his foot as he stare towards the papers he held in his hands.
'The Crux are not my bussiness for now but creating the Weapon must be completed in order for us to capture the other kingdom to my own beneficial.' He thought.
This Lord is no other than the King of Gwemque Ledux, the kingdom where the Dark wizards and Gods were born. Bound by their destiny, they were ruled by the King and their so called Lord.
King Dimilish Zacharian Nova II.
The King of darkness and now the ruler of underworld. Renowned by many, he-there for rumored as Lucifer.
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