บท 3: GONE WITH THE WINDS
Location: Ivory Palace, Central City Lavene, Kingdom of Antioch.
*Energy can neither be destroyed nor created but can be transferred*
'Damn it!' Was the thought that crossed Anlai's mind as he saw Adriana flee the throne room.
The moment Adriana escaped, Anlai cursed and cracked the whip forward. It missed Marga's falling figure by inches and slashed into the wooden door, and a black mark appeared upon contact.
"Lady Marga?" Foucault and the guards rushed to her panting form, her face was chalk-white in fear.
Damn it. He cursed, frustration building up. His body was searing hot. With the power of the Unseen coursing through his skin, he could feel the energies thick around him draining him of his strength.
He needed to act fast. He didn't have long before he was drained.
"Sound the alarms!" He yelled at his brother who was closest to the alarm levers.
Ignoring the affronted look his brother gave him, Anlai stomped up the dais towards the throne. "Fine, I'll do it myself."
"Anlai!" Damianos shouted, while his son stood open-mouthed at the previous display of magic. Anlai ignored his brother's call; and jabbed his index finger at the fixed button on the throne's arm armrest. Instantaneously, silence was loudly replaced by a shrill siren call.
"Anlai," Damianos pressed, gritting his teeth as his brother ignored him once more. "You need to listen to me–"
"Why? Because you are King Damianos?"
Anlai snarled, turning to face his brother as he approached the exit. He had made it a point to ignore Damianos before, but he couldn't care less now.
"No, but because am your brother. She isn't going anywhere. The whole Palace would be on lockdown soon, you need to relax. Everything is going as planned."
" Yeah, right. You only say that because your son is here with you and that's all you've ever cared about," Anlai scoffed, his anger was getting the better of him like it usually did.
Damianos didn't reply.
"I thought so too," Anlai spat, turning his gaze to Marga and her guards. "Are you with me or not?"
Foucault stood up and grabbed his fallen sword. "Marga, would you be fine if we left you alone?" Foucault said, eyeing the king and his son?
Marga nodded "I'll be fine. Just make sure you come back with that filth, she mustn't escape."
At that, Anlai, Foucault, and his men left the room, staring at the three directions doubtfully. The path before them form a T, with a way forward and two alternating sides.
"Where do we look for her?" One of the guards asked in a shaky tone, eyeing the small distance between him and Anlai. He had seen what Anlai did with the flaming whip. The picture of a fiery whip crossed his mind, severing his head away from his neck, rolling away. He shuddered at the thought and shifted nervously.
"Foucault, you take the right along with those two," Anlai said pointing at the shaky guard and another with a brown-skinned tan. "You should take the direction we came through,"
He said nodding at the space in front.
"I'll take the left side," Anlai said,
"Okay," Foucault nodded. It was futile arguing with Anlai, especially after that display of magic.
"And Foucault" Anlai called as Foucault was about to set forward with his sword held high.
"Yes?" Foucault turned to wonder what could have given him cause to halt the pursuit.
"Don't even think of betraying me by escaping. I'll find you and destroy your measly kingdom," Anlai threatened and grinned at the look of shock on Foucault's face.
'Now Foucault knew he was responsible for their kingdom's situation, but Anlai couldn't care less. It's not like Foucault would live to disclose it to anyone,' Anlai reasoned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Foucault assured with a small smile. He had been thinking of backstabbing Anlai, but he didn't expect that Anlai would threaten him so.
Foucault turned away from Anlai, setting off to the right direction; his guards running behind.
'And the chase begins,' Anlai thought,
Setting off in the opposite direction, Anlai realized that had to find the girl soon. He hadn't spent four years learning the dark arts to destroy the Uprising for nothing, and now he couldn't lose the evidence of his accomplished feat.
....
ADRIANA'S POV.
A narrow hallway came into view and Adriana hurried to shut the doors behind her. She had run into the kitchen by mistake and pairs of brightly colored eyes stared at her in shock, their gazes lingering on the dirty torn clothing and her disheveled appearance causing them to give her a wide berth.
The kitchen maids were visibly frightened.
"I'm not here to hurt you," She had said calmly moving a pace forward, and they backpedaled in turn. She had made the mistake of raising her hands and couldn't dodge fast enough, when her face was immediately battered with bread, turnips, potatoes.
Adriana couldn't leave there fast enough.
Running towards the end of the hallway, the sound of hurried footsteps behind Adriana caused her to look back and before she knew it, one of the guards had caught up. He pulled her by the cloth, trying his best to grab hold of her hands.
She hadn't noticed him. He was stealthy.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back into a wall of his muscled chest, his arms wrapped around her struggling form.
"I have her! Hurry I have cau–" The words barely escaped his mouth before dying in his throat as Adriana jerked her elbow back into his stomach. The guard doubled over, groaning as his grip loosened.
Adriana twisted swiftly to face him and she jerked her right knee upward and straight into his face. It connected with a crunch, and the guard howled, holding his nose as he fell back in a fetal position, clutching his bloodied nose.
Adriana scampered off, turning through corridors, without sparing him a second glance. Her feet took her downstairs as she was careful to avoid patrolling guards.
She had to get to the ground floor and locate the exit or get to the nearest window and fly off. Adriana gritting her teeth at the possibilities of breaking a bone or two.
With that thought in mind, she looked around for windows but to no avail–only stone walls and chambers.
"There you are," A voice called out and Adriana looked back, her heart raced in fear, her bright brown eyes locked on bright hazel eyes belonging to a blondie holding a dagger. The blondie's eyes filled with murderous intent.
Emily.
"Why don't we have a girl-to-girl chat? Just you and me," She grinned. Her hands made a gesture with the dagger; she pointed the dagger at her chest and used a violent stab at the open space to describe Adriana.
"Uhm, no." Adriana replied before running away in the opposite direction. Emily hot on her trails. Adriana wrenched open a door labeled Apothecary. Without thinking of the implications, she bursted in, hooking the latch of the door to a close.
Emily banged her delicate hands on the door.
Adriana turned from the door to face a quaint room, definitely smaller than the throne room.
Arranged in front, was a long-width wooden table, on which sets of glass jars lay. Some bubbling with some unknown substance, and other jars were either empty or filled with unmoving substances. Their colors glowed faintly under the sunlight from the window.
A loud knock sounded on the door, and Adriana moved away, startled into motion.
With fastidious strides, Adriana pulled herself towards the window, tiptoeing over spilled drug caplets and gooey liquids on the wooden floors, the boards creaking slightly under her weight.
Someone knocked again, this time frantically.
"Who is in there?" A hoarse voice called out. After a moment of silence, the voice continued. "It is I, the chemist. can you please open up?"
A sense of urgency washed over Adriana as she heard murmuring voices from the other side of the door.
"Open up this instance! By order of the King Damianos IV, I command whoever is in there to open up," A deep baritone voice called out.
'As if. Did they think she would open up just because the king commanded so?' Adriana snorted as she pulled open the window, pushing the wooden frame back, its rusty hinges creaked in response.
A cold wind blew wildly at her face as soon as she stuck her head outside, sending strands of her hair blowing into her face.
Adriana looked below, the high altitude giving a picturesque view of the seaside, its waves lapping over the shore, ebbing back and forth. The portcullis was some distance away from the ground floor where the window was high above. She only had to prop herself down and run through the open gates. Freedom was so close she could feel it in the air, urging her to leap down. But common sense dictated she found another way, lest she ruined her chances of escape, not to mention her ability to walk.
Another series of knocks on the door was followed by a forceful slam. 'They were trying to knock the door down.'
'It seemed escaping was fast turning into a bad idea.'
Adriana left the window sill and looked frantically for something she could use to defend herself. Her aimless sent pills and jars aside, glass shards scattering all over the wooden floors.
"I just heard something," A voice shouted outside and the slamming on the door renewed with vigor.
Running a hand through her hair in desperation, Adriana cursed under her breath when the door gave a weak lurch forward, slightly caving in. She bent over tables and turned over tripod stands for hidden weapons or anything useful.
Adriana had almost lost hope when her hand brushed against something coiled.
Adrian drew back, taking the thing for a snake. When the thing remained immobile, she bent once more, her hands searching for the coiled substance she had touched.
'A rope. How convenient?' Adriana thought, examining the worn-out fiber.
Without hesitating, Adriana tied the rope to a steady latch on the window sill, tugging it to feel its hold. She tossed the rope down, watching it untangle itself; its length was missing a great piece of extra fiber for her to get to the ground. But she could jump the remaining distance down and her bones would all be intact.
'Cheers.'
'Except if, no!' Adriana shook her head vehemently as the image of the latched rope coming loose crossed her mind.
'No point being pessimistic now, it was a do-or-die affair,' Adriana thought,
She leaped onto the wooden side of the window sill and turned her back to the blazing winds, her hands holding the rope for dear life.
Taking in a deep breath, Adriana pushed back, the wind numbing the effect of the sun's blazing heat. Her feet found purchase on the wall, and her back curved in for a jump. She pushed back and dangled in the air for some seconds before regaining her hold of the rope and she descended, ignoring the heat on her palms.
Although she began to feel, a loud crash high above from where she had descended alarmed Adriana to descend fast. Her hands were burning up and she was quickly becoming bruised but sheer determination and stubbornness drove her forward. Adriana ignored the drops of blood dripping from her hands, staining the brown rope.
"Oy!" A loud voice cried out and Adriana looked up, suspended mid-air, the look they gave her was one of bewilderment.
"Hi, there," Adriana almost waved before remembering her situation. "Wanna come down?" She teased as she saw several heads looking down at her. Emily was there as well, staring at her with a furious expression.
She was sorely tempted to point it out.
"I've got a better idea!" Emily shouted over the howling winds. She held her dagger and she sawed the rope neatly, its loose fiber breaking.
Adriana groaned as the rope came loose, sending her crashing to the ground, her side colliding with the cemented floor.
Pain exploded in her side upon contact, but after a few aching seconds, it subsided to a dull ache in symphony with the rest of her aching joints. Adriana pulled upright, her eyes losing focus for some seconds before aligning.
"I'm alive," Adriana said incredulously. She turned to the guards who were still watching her. "I'm alive you royal breeds!" She screamed excitedly.
But Adriana had been so focused on the guards that she hadn't noticed when a figure slunk from behind her.
Without warning, a foreign force grabbed Adriana from behind, and with inhumane strength, he sent her away sprawling on the ground.
Gasping for breath, Adriana turned to the incoming figure.
Anlai.
Something synonymous to anger raged within her, and adrenaline rushed through her veins. She welcomed the feeling to watch the exhausted slur in her.
Adriana lunged for him, her punch catching him by surprise. She used his distracted state to land her hits rapidly–a kick to the groin, an upward knee jerk, grabbing his head forward for a fierce headbutt.
Anlai fell back, bloodied bruises were fast blooming on his face.
"Attack!" Anlai mentally commanded but nothing happened. He had run out of his magic for the day. The demon in his contract had cut off his supply of magic.
Anlai yelled with rage, his hands outstretched towards her. He had run out of mana and had no control over elements. He couldn't let her escape.
With that thought in mind, he lurched forward, his hand fixed on the weapon.
The sun caught the glint of the blade, and with enough time to spare, Adriana darted to the side and grabbed Anlai's weapon hand with her right hand, placing his outstretched arm under her armpit.
Instinctively she jerked her right elbow into his face, and Anlai's head dipped back in pain. Adriana knocked off the blade in his hands with a downwards sweep, followed by a violent push away.
A soft neigh drew Adriana's attention to the horse attached to the wagon. She dashed to it. At the same time, indignant cries rose from some approaching figures. With unsteady fingers, Adriana loosened the ropes on the horse's wagon, groaning as she hoisted herself atop the horse.
"Yah!" She kicked, and the horse bucked, running towards the closing portcullis.
Adriana missed the sharp iron gates narrowly as she pressed her body against the unsteady equine.
'Freedom at last,' She thought.
Her lips curved in a smile as she directed the horse by the reins towards the place where she was least expected, Vendarya.
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Sunus_Writes Yay! Adriana has escaped and is on the run.
In case you are confused, I'll explain some terms here.
* Unseen: They refer to any creature that houses a magical presence within them.
*Contract: This is a binding between demon and contractor( mostly human) which allows a demon to release a certain amount of energy (magic) each day for the human in return the demon is given free rein to transport in any realm.
บท 4: ASCENSION
Location: Ivory Palace, Central City Lavene, Kingdom of Antioch.
*True Evil shall be released by ascension*
Anger and frustration burned deep in Anlai veins as he left the throne room. He wrenched the door to his room open, the events of the past hours fresh on his mind. Everything had been going according to plan. He had anticipated the girl escaping. He had anticipated the emissaries trying to double-cross him, he had found a plan to remedy both.
*THE PAST HOURS OCCURENCE.*
"Damianos," He had roared barging into the throne room, the doors swinging open with a crash. Several pairs of eyes had turned to look at him, council members jumped to their feet, or shoved their seats back, parchment flew everywhere. Damianos remained seated, his expression impassive.
There was silence. Tension hung in the air as they all stared at Anlai's bandaged face. His eyes and cheeks were swollen, one of his eyes was slit-like, and the bruised flesh underneath had risen like dough. It throbbed slightly when an involuntary muscle twitched, causing tears to stream down his face, salting up other bruises.
Anlai didn't flinch.
Anlai ignored the pulsing pain on his face, just as he ignored the council members' look of shock. He made straight for the raised platform on which the throne was erected. He stood at the bottom of the dais and stared his brother hard in the face.
Curse that orange-haired girl. He couldn't even hold a fixed stare for long without his eyes tearing up. Damianos seemed to realize his brother's condition and he smiled faintly at Anlai.
The council members watched on. They were critically examining each other's reactions, drawing their conclusions, scribbling away on their parchments.
"I need to discuss with your king," Anlai stated his, voice hoarse. His eyes were trained on the ground as the light from the room irritated his eyes. "... alone." He added.
The council members shifted nervously in their seats, stealing glances at each other. Some council men glanced at the king for confirmation. They were torn between disobeying the king's brother, who had considerable control over the Unseen, and the king, whose military might could wipe out nations with a command.
They didn't know that the Unseen had failed him when he needed them most, and he was here to meet someone whom Anlai expected wouldn't fail him. The thought filled him with rage, and he directed it elsewhere.
"Weren't you listening?" Anlai snarled, turning to face them. "I said, I need to speak to your king alone," He said, furious when they all glanced at each other. No one wanted to make the first move.
Damianos watched, amused at his brother's display. His council members were torn with loyalty to the crown and loyalty to fear. He needn't complicate matters anymore.
"Meetings adjourned. We meet here tomorrow to finish our discussion." Damianos bid them good night and they all muttered their greetings as they stood up, leaving their seats, their parchments tucked in the pockets of their elegantly sown robes.
Anlai watched with irritation as they navigated through the raised podium and out of the room, stealing glances at him. Now, they were all alone.
"The girl has escaped, and I need your help," Anlai spoke bluntly, he hoped speaking urgently would draw his brother's attention to how much he needed aid.
"Has she?" Damianos asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, and I need your help urg–"
"Did she do all this?" Damianos cut in, lazily waving his hand to Anlai's bandaged face.
"Yes! But that is beside the point," Anlai said exasperated.
"What is the point Anlai? " Damianos said briskly.
"That she has escaped and that the whole Kingdom may fall back into the old era before we destroyed the Uprising. You must understand–" Anlai explained.
"I must understand?" Damianos cut in harshly. "Understand what? As far as I'm concerned, I don't care what happens to that girl. I only care for my son, and since he's back with me, that's all that matters. Right?"
Anlai groaned inwardly. "You know I didn't mean that," He was growing frustrated and was considering ditching the attempt. "I was just being insensitive at the time. But you do realize she holds our secrets in her hands, and she can ruin us all," Anlai was begging now.
" I understand," Damianos said shortly after a moment of silence.
"You do?" Anlai asked incredulously, he had seriously expected a prolonged argument. He and Damianos had never seen eye to eye, what with their parents never having time for them and grandfather always pitting them against each other. Grandfather's teachings were always to never trust each other and to always remain with each other .Ironic. How could one remain with someone one didn't trust? But somehow they understood grandfather, they were to remain together but always be wary of each other's intention.
Not healthy family advice, but either of the twins had grown into it.
"Oh, yes, brother," Damianos said as he descended from his throne, his robes swishing this way and that. "I understand that this girl poses a great threat to our autonomy–"
"Yes, Damianos," Anlai affirmed, nodding excitedly. "That's why we must–"
"I also understand," Damianos continued, his tone rising warning. "That before now, you don't seek help from me... "
"W–what?" Anlai stuttered on his words, shocked at the turn of events.
"Don't play dumb with me," Damianos sneered, as he drew closer to Anlai, head-to-head, staring into his dull grey eyes.
"You seek help from them, the Unseen. So why come to me now?" Damianos asked; his temper was flaring beneath, but he assumed a calm exterior. "Have they perhaps..."
Damianos paused for dramatic effect.
"...decided to no longer render their powerful services to you?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," Anlai growled, through gritted teeth.
"Of course, you don't," Damianos said emphatically. "It is amusing to think that our memory fails us after experiencing a most distressing event. Let's say a reflex action of the brain towards putting to rest such unpleasant memories. It is perplexing to note that the brain never fails the onlooker, however conflicted their accounts might be. Or has the gods above been partial in their designs on mankind? Need I continue?" Damianos asked, turning tauntingly to face a red-faced Anlai.
"That wouldn't be necessary," Anlai replied. He knew Damianos was referring to his malfunction of magic during his encounter with Adriana.
"Ah!You remember–"
"Don't play games with me now!" Anlai cut in briskly, his tone raged. "Are you helping me or not?"
"No," Damianos replied curtly. "You sincerely expect me to help you, after clearly disobeying me?" Damianos frowned, his voice devoid of any warmth.
Anlai stilled visibly.
"Not to mention such brash attitude in front of guests," Damianos snarled, his voice rising as he intonated each word. "You are fortunate I had them taken care of; Need I remind you that I'm king?"
"Next time you make a show of undermining my authority, I'll show you why I was crowned the King of Antioch, Overseer of the whole Kingdom," Damianos yelled, spittle flying all over, touching Anlai's reddened face.
"Get out this instance before I do something I regret," Damianos took a deep breath, trying to cool his expression.
"But–" Anlai protested.
"Get out!Guards!" Damianos roared, his voice echoing around the room.
*CURRENTLY*
Anlai had left the throne room in no better mood than he had arrived and his room took the brunt of his fury. In a fit of rage, he pulled off his bed covers, tearing down portraits and smashing bottles of expensive perfume. The wall clocks were thrown into his fireplace, turning over his desk and drawers. He kicked at his wardrobe until his toes hurt.
Never again, He thought, taking in a deep breath. Never again would he be made a fool of. Anlai scattered his table in a purposeful search. Where was it? He walked over the broken furniture and smashed objects on the rugs towards his bedside. Standing behind the wooden headboard, he crouched, his hands searching this way and that in a wind wiper motion.
Ah, he thought when his hands touched a solid object. He pulled out the thing, ignoring the dust on his garments as he stood up. Sweating, Anlai examined the object of interest. A black scepter laid on his palm, a diamond head rested atop the vertical metal giving off a faint red glow.
Anlai took out his dagger with his other hand and slashed the palm holding the scepter, blood trickling down, touching the dim red diamond. Upon contact, the diamond glowed a bright red, and Anlai closed his eyes against the dizziness he felt.
His body seemed to be lurching forward and back hypnotizingly. Magic warmed the floor. Then he lurched forward in a startling jerk. A burning sensation overwhelmed him, a whirlwind blowing wildly around and then silence.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Anlai blinked as if wishing the image away. Trees and a natural landscape has replaced the infrastructure of the palace.
Anlai had teleported.
'So this was the In-between'. Anlai thought, as he looked around. The milky white moon in the dark skies cast a faint glow on the marshy grounds. The thick canopy of trees allowing little rays of light to skim through. The cold winds blew softly, and Anlai inhaled the smell of nature, the smell of pine woods a contrast to the scented palace rooms. It almost looked like a normal forest if one ignored the still branches that refused adamantly to rustle at the howling winds. Or the absence of any life, no owls, no rustle in the leaves, no vagabond animals scurrying about.
When he was younger, Grandfather had told him stories about places like this. Realms that were hidden by strong magic, a place where ancestral magic dwelled. Grandfather had also revealed how to acquire such power and the procedures. Maybe he had done so because he didn't expect either of them to take his words seriously, but knowing grandfather he always had a grand scheme behind things. Anlai pondered as he trudged forward, looking around wildly, if he were to go by grandfather's tale that means he had to find where the moon retired.
Where the moon retired, Anlai looked up, the thick canopy blocking the moon's translucent rays. This moon didn't seem capable of retiring, but Anlai had an inkling as to what it meant; all he had to do was venture deep into the woods.
And that was what he did, making his way through thickets of trees, kicking aside branches. Thorn bushes prickled his trousers, wanting a piece of this stranger that was drunk on rage. Anlai ventured deeper until he reached a clearing devoid of trees and light. Anlai knew he had finally reached "where the moon retired,"
Erected in the center of the clearing laid a pillar, solitary amidst the surrounding trees. Its structure was laid in a rocky plinth, the vertical pillar stood at shoulders height with Anlai and atop the pillar's surface was an empty carved space imprinted in the shape of a scepter that Anlai held.
The structure of the pillar and th surrounding debris exuded a certain aura, one which Anlai associated with primitive ages. The plinth was exuding ancestral magic.
A sliver of fear ran down Anlai's spine causing him to hesitate for a moment, weighing the consequences of releasing ancient magic. It could backfire, and only the gods above knew what would happen to him.
'Maybe I shouldn't do it.' Having second thoughts, Anlai pulled away from the scepter away from the carved space. Midway, Damianos' words echo in his mind "Need I remind you that I'm king?"
Never again. He would never have cause to ask for help, Anlai thought angrily, plunging the scepter in the carved-up space.
Instantaneously, the diamond glowed a deep blood red color, bolts of energy surged around the clearing, the thrum of energy stirring the winds into a rising tempo, and the trees swayed under the influence of the ascension. Light snaked its way up the pillar, glowing a luminous blue.
Anlai stared as wide as his eyes would stretch. The sensation in the air was phenomenal, so raw was the energy that Anlai felt faint, and yet he didn't want the elevated feeling to stop, until it did and in its place was a pair of purple reptilian eyes amidst black clouds.
"Who goes there?" The voice spoke in an eerie tone. The voice was a dimension of other voices, baritone, shrill, high pitched; all uniform, a cacophony of voices.
"One who has been wronged and seeks vengeance," Anlai bowed, falling flat on the ground, reciting the words just like his grandfather had instructed. His heart was racing in his chest, if his grandfather was wrong for one moment, he would lose his life, and all his schemes would be for naught.
"Very well. For setting us free, we shall grant you audience," The voice whispered and the smoke swirled. "Who are you willing to sacrifice in exchange for power?"
Anlai mind churned. He couldn't risk saying anything. Things like this could turn sour pretty fast, he recalled. Grandfather had said one must sacrifice someone dear and of great importance.
Emily? Yes, it must be Emily, she had sacrificed her womb for him to summon the Unseen; Surely, she wouldn't mind sacrificing her life for the greater cause.
"My Fiancee...Emily," Anlai said hurriedly.
The voices seemed to converse within because he heard whispers, all throwing suggestions in wistful tones.
"Someone dearer!" The voice chorused.
Who was dearer than Emily... His brother. Of course, he would sacrifice him and take over his kingdom.
"My brother... Damianos," Anlai countered expectantly.
"Someone dearer!" The voices chorused almost instantly as if able to read his mind.
He had no one dearer to him. Anlai thought, as he skimmed through his memory. The council members could all be sacrificed.Would that be enough?
"Come closer!" The voices hissed.
"W–what?" Anlai stuttered. Had he misheard? Come where? Draw closer to something that could destroy him in split-seconds. Come to think of it, if it wanted to, it would have done so.
With that in mind, Anlai moved forward albeit warily.
"Is this close enough or–" Anlai stopped mid-sentence as smoke engulfed him and a graphic image of orange-hairs came into view.
"Adriana?" He stumbled back, confused.
"Yes," The voices hissed in unison.
Anlai nodded joyfully, albeit perplexed.
It seemed grandfather had gotten a part of the tale wrong. These creatures were not ingenious; they were foolish. Didn't they know he had premeditated going after her? They would grant him the power to go after someone he despised and in exchange, he was to sacrifice the same person. Too bad he had to offer as a sacrifice. He would have loved to watch her in pain, his grin; the last thing she saw before dying.
"Oh well, they didn't say in what state he was to bring her." As soon as he said it, he felt the energies bonding with his soul, feeding him with energy and magical mana.
"Nefaris," He heard the whisper before the world went white before his eyes.
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Anlai has unleashed a new evil in his bid to destroy Adriana... Any guesses on why the Nefaris (new evil) want Adriana.
Hint: It has to do with the title of the novel.
*The In-between is a realm that houses ancestral magic, it is also a realm in between every single realm in the world. It is also prison to the Nefaris.
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