“Because there was only the dead, and the living. But most times, the dead had seemed to live, as the living wanted to take its place.” CHAPTER LI: A Battle Against the Evil Nymph; This Is Either We Win or We Will Vanish Forever (Part I)    THERE WAS THAT time before when I was told to give up on a game even though I had not been defeated yet. It was what they called an advance surrender. You must surrender before admitting defeat, because people used to live like that. They hated accepting they lost. Or maybe, it was just a smarter way to do it. No genius would want to uselessly finish a game even though they had already seen what was coming — unless it was for the purpose of humiliating someone.    I have heard enough about it before. And

“But being reunited does not always mean a good re-encounter. But perhaps, it could be both sometimes.”   CHAPTER LII: Another Threat?; The Fateful Reunion      “I SAW A thing,” I said quietly. Still, unable to recover from everything that had happened. Neither of us did. Neither of us talked since that night.      It had been hours since the battle was finished. It was now morning, yes. And we were not in the same place anymore. We were not in the garden anymore. When that blinding light from yesterday night burst, I could remember us not bearing its power, and with all the chaos around us, we passed out. We passed out not knowing what happened next. It was not until we woke up in a familiar room of dirt. The same room where we met that sneaky treasure ches