Chapter 149: The ancient one!

They left the inn not long after but Damien had said the magical words to the mugged hero. "You're not the chosen one, Calen. You never were. You may have the power of a thousand suns but that doesn't mean anything when you are fighting the real chosen one. Remember, you are nothing compared to the power I possess. You came from nothing and you are nothing." He had said those words knowing full well the hero was conscious even though he was bleeding and gasping.

Damien and Luther galloped through the tough terrains of the Autumn Kingdom. the red leaves that danced with the rhythm of the winds, the early rising star that spread its light like hot butter being neatly spread across a perfect tost. He loved the vibe. The way the wind whispered through the trees and the scent of autumn filled the air. Damien couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration as he rode alongside Luther, the horse's hooves thundering against the earth.