Days passed, and Sylvester busied himself with the art of cultivation. He tried to do his best to make sure he was meeting his daily quota, but even then, he felt like his advancements were too little. He needed a boot, and the stones he asked Katherine to research about…he needed info on them and how to unlock their powers. He was sure that if used properly, they would be of good use to him.As soon as Emily left the house, in his usual manner, he began his cultivation, and was well enough into it, that when the doorbell rang, he didn’t feel agitated for being interrupted.He needed that break anyways.“Katherine,” he exclaimed wide-eyed when he saw his student as he opened the door. She had that beautiful signature smile on her face and her brown eyes radiated the admiration she felt for him. “You could have called,” he challenged, but let her inside.“I thought it’d be best to see you personally to report my findings,” she said simply.Well, depending on the information she had to

Sylvester hadn’t called her yet, but she didn’t want to spend time with her mother any longer. Every moment between them nowadays was so tense.It was the same before Sylvester gained his ability to walk, but before, she was forced to bear it, because in some way, it was better than the tension between her and Sylvester.When faced with two evils, you go for the lesser.Now, things between her and Sylvester weren’t perfect, but it was incomparable to the tension between her and her mother.She and Isabella were a chasm apart when it came to ideologies, but because of the common predicament they shared – a crippled Sly, they had to put their differences aside. Now, there was no reason for them to.It turned out that she didn’t have to wait long, as barely a minute after she stepped out of the office, contemplating going to a nearby café to wait for her husband, she spotted him strolling to the venue.Yes, they shared one car which she took, so seeing him walk didn’t give her any sort o

Emily woke up and did her usual routine – making and having breakfast with her husband, prepping for work and leaving the house.And then, the feeling got her again.She had been having this crippling anxiety for a while now – like someone was watching her. Ever since the whole event with the “Children of Azraloth” as Sly had told her, there always seemed to be an eye on her.She dismissed it, though, maybe she was just being paranoid.But even when she got into her car and tried to drive, she felt like she was not the only one that had been in the car.‘Yeah, of course. You have a husband,’ an inner voice chided her skepticism and she tried to relax for a little bit.Maybe she was just overthinking the entire thing.She got to work, and tried to settle into it, but those damned eyes…they wouldn’t let her work.She went over to her window and stared down at the moving city below.People of all walks of life moved, almost as if they couldn’t wait to get to where they were going. The ci

“So, you say underground, huh?” Sly asked as he and Geral left the building where they were monitoring the CCTV footage.“Black markets. I found three vehicles that match our target. With any luck, we find one of them with a damaged front chassis,” Geral told his master as he fished out his tablet, which was a lot easier to use while they were on the go.The trip to the first location was short, a small warehouse that sold used cars, but the place had an open display setting.“Unlikely,” Geral pronounced before they even went in, and truth be told, they still had the blue car in their stock. This wasn’t their guy. The next dealer was further into the city and they needed to take a train to get there.While on transit, Sylvester settled in for a little bit of meditation.“You don’t think this isn’t the time for this?” Geral nudged him once. He didn’t answer.He caught Geral’s fist before he could nudge him a second time. “I need every ounce of strength I can get, because I don’t want t

Sylvester wished he could call it a day and just close the entire thing as a game over.He wished that his actions would teach everyone to leave he and his wife the hell alone, but the smarter you are, the more you realize. Evil is like weed. When one dies, another grows in its place, stronger and more resilient. He knew that the only thing that would change now, would be the tactics of his enemies…not their resolve to see him dead.Once Sylvester and his wife could finally come back, everyone was terrified…everyone in their immediate surroundings, that is. They had heard the news of the Lankester family, Emily’s kidnap and put two and two together.No one could say for certain, but no one wanted to find out in person, and so, they avoided the Wrights like a plague.It wasn’t the kind of disease-ridden fear, though. It felt positive…rejuvenating, even.Emily, for the first time, felt truly safe in the city. Sylvester promptly bought her a new more expensive car, which she used to go t