Hearing the harsh words from Venganza was triggering for Maleek. Growing up, Maleek was always considered an afterthought. Growing up, his mother tossed him aside for her stepfather and his kids. It grew worse over the years when his mother ignored his abuse at the hands of his stepfamily. It also brought up how undesirable he tried to date women. Cursed with a high IQ and frail body, caused women to look at him. He was often referred to as a hood nerd. Even though his ex-girlfriend, Kia, decided to date him, it was not genuine. She knew Maleek would provide her with financial stability, whether it was through corporate or him inventing something that could make a lot of money. However, Kia always had a taste for the bad boy, which Maleek did not. The only person who never rejected Maleek was his aunt. He really missed her when she died of cancer five years ago.Days after Maleek avoided Venganza, she realized that her words were harsh. Empathy and remorse were attributes the Ichalo

As the ship glided further into the northern regions of Terres Nei, Maleek and Venganza found themselves en route to their destination, the autopilot easing their journey as they rested below the decks. However, sleep eluded the Ichalocha, Venganza, as she sensed her strength waning, a telltale sign that they had reached the borders of the Azaelean region. Awakening beside Maleek, her eyes flickered to her wound, anticipating the worst. Yet, instead of festering decay, she was greeted by the comforting glow of the Urielium talisman, pulsing with Celine's charge. Relief washed over her, evident in the chuckles that escaped her lips, awakening Maleek from his slumber."Hey, you're up early," Maleek remarked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I am," Venganza affirmed, sitting up as she felt the urgency of their proximity to the Azaelean Region. "We must prepare." Maleek's curiosity was piqued by the verdant light emanating from Venganza's wound. "What's happening with your wound?" he inqu

Maleek and Venganza, two weary travelers, found themselves locked in a tense tableau of silence, their companionship reduced to the humble fare of starchy vegetables and jerky. The air crackled with unspoken tension, each warily guarding their thoughts and intentions as if walking on a precarious tightrope of mutual distrust. Maleek, ever cautious not to inadvertently provoke Venganza with his words, withdrew into the recesses of his mind, his thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a tempest, while Venganza, her gaze piercing yet inscrutable, remained ensconced in a profound contemplation of her own.But as the moments stretched on, the burden of Maleek's silent pity bore down upon Venganza like a leaden weight, suffocating her in its suffusive embrace. And in a sudden eruption of pent-up emotion, she unleashed her frustration upon the makeshift table, her palm crashing down with a resounding thud that reverberated through the stillness of the night, sending the meager contents of th

With every step closer to the towering spires that pierced the sky, Maleek and Venganza found themselves battling against impossible odds. Their combined prowess in magic and combat seemed futile against the relentless onslaught of hellions and Nibirian wraiths. Each enemy they struck down rose again, fueled by the twisted death magic wielded by the Azalean clergy.As the bodies of their foes continued to rise, Maleek and Venganza realized that victory seemed unattainable. The Azalean clergy's misuse of death magic had tipped the scales against them, and their numbers only seemed to grow with each passing moment. Faced with overwhelming odds, their only recourse was to flee, seeking refuge and a means to ascend the towering structure.With seventy daunting floors stretching out before them, Maleek and Venganza pressed onward, their determination matched only by the weight of their anxiety. But on the sixtieth floor, Venganza's resolve faltered, her strength giving way to an overwhelmin

Maleek and Venganza, their names whispered like ancient echoes across the Alyssia Plains' desolate expanse, traversing the barren landscape with grim determination. Their quest led them toward the imposing silhouette of the Azaelean Pillar, a towering monolith that pierced the sky on the distant horizon, its crystalline peak shrouded in an ominous aura. The realm they journeyed to was a desolate wasteland, lamenting nature's decay. Above, the heavens hung heavy with clouds of sickly pale green, casting an eerie pall over the land below.The air bore the stench of decay, tainted by the rot of vegetation and flora long since withered and twisted by some dark corruption. But it was not only poisoned air in this forsaken realm; the waters that flowed through the land were equally foul and treacherous. Lakes boiled like cauldrons of acid, their surfaces churned by unseen forces, while rivers ran thick with noxious poisons that spelled death for any foolish enough to partake of their toxic