Tharros nodded. “Identifying manna is a crucial skill for any adept. It’s the foundation of power, the building block of life and being able to sense it can mean the difference between life and death.” Jade, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke up. “I’ll leave you two to your training. I’ll go… take in fresh air or something.” She smiled mischievously and headed out of the living room, leaving Alister and Tharros alone. Tharros watched Jade go, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Very well, let’s begin. Identifying manna requires focus, discipline, and a bit of intuition. I’ll teach you a simple exercise to get you started.” “To see manna, you must first understand what it is” Tharros said. Alister interrupts, claiming to already know what it is. “Easy, manna is a form of energy” Tharros, shook his head “That’s were you’re wrong, Alister. Manna is more than just energy, it is the building block of life and magic. A creatures very soul, is an astronomical represe

Jade turned to Tharros, her expression untrusting. Wait a minute, now that I think about it, Alister mentioned that he saw you before he fainted,” she said, her voice laced with suspicion. Tharros smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “My presence there was crucial, I assure you,” he said. Jade’s eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice firm. Alister chimed in, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah, what do you mean, Tharros?” Tharros leaned forward, his eyes locked on Alister’s. “As I’ve told you before, Alister, some years ago, I sealed away your manna and memories using my skill, NAHILITY.” Alister nodded, remembering. “You said it got disrupted because I died too early on Earth… or something like that.” Tharros nodded. “Yes, that’s right. Your body was too weak and wounded to handle your own manna.” Alister’s eyes narrowed. “But what does that have to do with the Bewilder Beast?” Tharros smiled again. “Good question, Alister. You see, whi

“Grrr!! Let go of me!” Alister tried to yell, his voice bearly about a whisper, his face folding from the pain. The demon’s grip tightened, threatening to choke him to death “who is this child Gorin?”Fear crept into Gorin, he stumbled backwards, falling on his behind, his voice trembling. “Tha…Tha…Tha…Tha…That’s Alister!!!”Gorin’s reply stroke a cord within the demon, it’s expression shocked and afraid “Impossible!!, it can’t be.” He said.Alister was in pain, barely able to breath, he held the demon’s hand, trying to loosen it’s grip.He looked to Gorin’s direction, “Wh…what are you doing here Gorin?”, “don’t tell me that you are with this demon”. He said, his voice faint as he looked into Gorin’s eyes.The demon’s grip tightened even more, as it raised Alister above it’s head. “silence!!. “Tell me boy, who are you?”.Alister gauzed down at the demon, his eyes locking in his “My name is Alister!” His ocean blue eyes emitting an otherworldly glow.A chill ran down the demon’s spin

Darkness enveloped everything, and then, suddenly, the sound of murmured conversations filled the air. Alister's ears strained to make out what was being said, but the words remained indistinct.The camera panned out, Alister's body came into view, lying on the forest floor beside a headless corpse. The view drifted forward, and a demon's grotesque features came into focus. The demon's dead eyes seemed to be fixed on something, a little girl hiding behind a tree.The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and soon, a group of villagers emerged from the trees. They cautiously approached the scene, taking in the carnage before them. After checking the bodies, they discovered that Alister was still alive.The villagers carefully lifted Alister and began to make their way back to the town. As they walked, they took the little girl out of the forest and took her back with them.Few minutes later…Alister slowly came to, finding himself in a cozy bed in one of the village homes. The v

The air was crisp and cold, the sky covered by dark clouds that pulsed like veins. Lightning forked without sound, and the cold heavy rain poured without mercy. “Mom! Dad! Eliana! Lisa! No, please, don’t leave me” Damian yelled, kneeling under the rain, the headless-body of his mother clenched tightly to his arms. Damian was soaked by the rain and in blood, crying in agony, cold, shaking, alone. “Why? Why did you do this? What did we ever do to you?” His voice echoing into the open, as he screamed in rage. The man stood before Damian—quiet, his golden eyes starting at him with a glowing intensity. Then a smirk crawled on his lips. The sight of the man’s expression sent a shiver down his spine.“Wh-What are you?” Damian cried, his jaw trembling, tears flowing, limbs shaking in horror, water dripping from all over, his soaked clothes clinging to his childish structure as slowly crawling backwards. … … (Now, I know your probably wondering “what the hell’s going on?” so let’s rewin