The Northern Plain was strong, but there was nothing they wouldn't do to stay in their line of power and ensure that nothing would come close to taking them out. It was not easy trying to remove something from its orbit, but they knew what they would do to avoid the pain that would come from everything going down the drain. The generals were the best part of the reasons why no one would even think of crossing the path of the North, and amongst them lay a weapon strong enough to push back nations that seemed a bit out of control for some time. Nathan Specter… He had trained almost every day, making his body one of the strongest and most durable of all the other generals. They were not even trying to take the position he held as the strongest from him when they saw what he was slowly becoming. Their respect for him grew by the day. Bill was even more proud of him when he saw how far Natan was going, and nothing was going to hold him back from getting what he had in mind. Natu

Cruz had made it his life’s work to ensure he would be seen as better and more efficient than Nathan. Even if it meant that he would need to do things that he wouldn’t be proud of, he was going to do anything to make sure he was going to be on that wall of respect and no one would be able to come in between it. He planned to take back the respect he had where the other generals stood; he didn’t need to be approved in any way. He just needed to know what he would do or even conjure that placed him above everything. It was his unhealthy obsession with being the best that led him to do something that placed him on a pedestal of untold horror. It made him try to take power that wasn’t meant for the people who had reached the peak level of power and focus. It was then that he had signed up for his downfall, and no one would be able to stop him from doing what he had done, and he as brought himself down to the lowest path of it all. “I dont get it.” Ohera was looking at the paper Cruz

South Hima Restaurant Caldor… Ben was inside, waiting for someone to show up, and from the looks of things, he was waiting patiently for her to show up. He had decided to do something, and his son and family would not have a say in it. He knew that they would want to do something to stop it. Even if all of them didn’t do anything, Elizabeth would not even want him to think of something like that knowing what it would do to them and how it was going to be the end of anything they were going to think of. “I don’t want anything to hold me down, this isn’t going to be the best thing for her if I told who she was and why it was important that she would decide what she wanted in life now it was still early.” He didn’t know if he was going to be there when the time would come for her to learn more about her family. But it wasn’t going to be the best thing to keep her in the dark for long. “Grandpa?” Ben turned to see Rachel standing behind him, dressed in a long green gown that seeme

Keaton Residence… Michael knew that there was nothing he would do to make Neo stop his plans and he also knew that it was going to be about time that they would come up with something more sinister than any of them would even want to think of. “Father,” Michael turned to see who was calling, he could see James standing behind him with a cast in his left leg and he was standing with the help of a staff. “James, you’re out of your bed.” Michael didn’t sound surprised, he turned back to the work on his table trying to put his head through everything that was happening. “I hope it’s something important for you to ignore your health to be here.” James grunted as he walked closer to his father, looking at him with an odd look on his face. “I came to ask that you give me the chance to hunt down the man that…” “No.” Michael didn’t allow his son to finish speaking, cutting him off when he was about to say what he wanted. “No?” James raised a brow looking at his father who seemed to b

A Dark Meeting Ground, Location? Unknown! Neo Ackerman could be seen walking in with a robe and cloak and a nasty smile on his face. “It’s been years since these people thought it would be nice for them to call me like this.” He walked down a dark hall, torch lights hanging on each side of the walls illuminated the entire path. Almost like they were going in for a ritual. Reaching a certain part of the hall he stopped then turned around to see if he would see anything that would help him out. “If you all are still trying to go for the mysterious cult type of vibe then you got it but please I have something I need to do.” He spoke darting his eyes around to see if he would find anything leading him to what he was meant to be doing. Suddenly the lights lit up and five men in robes could be seen on chairs on each part of the hall. They were scary and menacing, making them look like they were there to make sure nothing would go wrong with anything they were trying to do. “What are