-Break-As we both sit down on the ground, I slowly peek my head up, where I see her head has blown up to be nearly three times the size. "I am sorry for whining."Whilst her head shrinks, she says, "No need to be sorry, I was just taking a minute to digest all the information. So if I got this right, a bunch of kids who bully you at school ended up following you and stole one of your family's prized books, the curse encyclopedia. And you can't tell anyone because if it comes out that the Frumos family's new heir let one of the country's most prized possessions get stolen, it would bring shame to your house."I nod and say, "That's about it. What do you think we shou-."Looking at her, I see her head melt, which makes panic flow through my body as I say, "SLIME, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!""This is really complicated, to be honest, I am not very smart, the only reason I am even in the city is that some of the produce my family farm won in a competition, which got me sent here as a reward.""No,

Moving up close to Dragoste, Liina grabs him and says, "You want to become a minister? That's amazing."Embarrassed, he turns his head and says, "It was only a thought. I happen to be at least well acquainted with the outside world a bit more than others due to my parents, so maybe I could become some kind of politician to smooth over the destruction Intrare will cause on her rampage. But it's probably a stupid idea.""No way, you can do anything if you try. Just look around, you've-.""We've.""Gotten this giant laboratory to ourselves to do research into cursed item development. Directly from the Queen due to our Balaur saplings, most people have never gotten recognition from the Queen, even if you count all members of their family ever."Rubbing the back of his head, Dragoste says, "It's not that impressive. The Xevi was the one who came up with the idea of making artificial Balaurs in each of the other three regions to allow them to have their own sources of cursed items.""Which

But I can't, I can only watch as he drowned himself in alcohol, waiting for news of their bodies' return. As he cried each night till no water would release. As he pushed away all those who came to check on him. As he yelled his heart out at his sister, whom he wished he had never met. As he tried to invade Amurdjustia, and the fury he lashed out to the Queen when he was denied such. As the hatred in his heart spilt out to all those around himself, hurting them as much as he was hurt. As the realisation of the fact that being a Nightmare caused this horrific incident to happen. As the idea of death became a comfort in his mind. As he stood on a stool and dropped down with a noose around his neck. As he laid on the ground after the rope snapped, clutching his wedding ring in his hand. As he walked through the streets of Blestemate, raggedly looking at all of the happy families, and made a resolution in his heart. As he gathered and combed through all his research to find an answer to t

Location: Pinnacle of Balaur's BonesΦ This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, THIS IS WRONG! WHY? HOW IS CYRUS KEEPING UP WITH ME? This tool, this object, this worthless piece of trash with no will of it's own is clashing against me again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again! I AM A KING, I AM A GOD, HE IS NOTHING! DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"Φ Running across Balaur's large bones, Cyrus and Angra clash again and again. With each strike, Cyrus wains off more and more spirit energy from Angra's body whilst dodging the cre

Standing over the Queen's body, I slowly move my hair against her arteries and veins following Gheorghe's instructions till I reach her heart, and there I steel myself as I press my hair against the last section of the Queen's heart.In that moment, I feel like all the bits of the universe that make up my body want to rush apart from each other, like a sandcastle struck by a storm. The pain is unimaginable, like a knife is slowly cutting every inch of my being right down to my soul. The pain travels and reaches places I couldn't even feel normally, making me aware of all aspects of my body.The pain is great, but the destruction of my mind and senses that it brings makes my sense of self shatter. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate