Seven dreadful figures filled the room. Men whose presence stilled the air. The weight of their aura pressed down against the room, suffocating even the wind. Fear clung in the air like thick smoke.They were the seven Gods of War. The protectors of Mog. Each of these men has slain thousands, saving the lives of millions more from the wars that ravaged the West.And after the wars, they have been named heroes. Their names carved into streets, and their pictures tattooed into arms.However today, the unshakable stood shaken.Their foreheads dripped with sweat, clogged with fright like little children plagued by a ghost.And one by one, they collapsed to their knees.If the citizens had seen this sight, they would have died out of shock.But they weren't kneeling before just any ordinary man. They were the God of War, feared, revered, and worshiped by everyone.And the only one that could strike fear into their hearts, make them hide in their holes and shudder was…Hudderson.He appea

The young lady trembled, her face pale with fright and eyes widened with terror.The thug's Golden teeth burned bright.Even though this was the end of the road for them, Hudderson, the cause of their death was coming to be with them. It was a win win.However, Hudderson didn't bulge, he didn't panick. He only pause and turned. His eyes fell on the knife and then at the young man holding it."The scattered edges are a little bit uncomfortable. Do you mind moving it away a little bit?" He inquired rather calmly. Golden took blinked. Look at the knife.Shattered. He gasped and stumbled backwards in his steps. His face ghostly pale.It had done nothing, only tearing right into his shirt and it had shattered. They had not gone against a human, but a demon."Who are you?" The thug's voice crackled. His bones trembling under the weight of his own fear."Don't you think it's a little bit late to ask that now?* Hudderson words cut straight at him, deeper than any blade would.He panted. His

“Inform Miss Sinclair old friend wants to see her for personal reasons!" Hudderson's voice was calm. Deliberate.But the guard blinked, then burst out laughing. "You know the bride?” The chuckle rolled off with a roar, carrying off a mocking gesture."Do you even know Miss Sinclair?” He sneered. “She's the pearl of the City. Owner of multiple billion-dollar investments. Men crawl for her attention, women gossip her praises. And you?” His eyes scanned Hudderson's plane clothes with theatrical disgust. “You look like something the gutters coughed out.”“Why do you think a walking appendix of your nature would even come close to knowing Miss Sinclair?" He asked with eyes that seemed to pique with curiosity. But rather, more of mockery. Snickers rose from the small crowd that had gathered. Some of their passes had been rejected and they could not get their way into the ball. Their eyes gleamed with cruel disgust at the spectacle."Even if men are empty from the world,” The guard pressed

“Master?" Everyone repeated the words.They thought that they had heard around. But after asking around, it was the same. The Ambassador actually said those words.The guard panicked.The crowd shivered.If Hudderson turned out to be someone powerful, then they were all as good as dead.The grey-haired old lady quickly vanished into the crowd, her blood pressure increasing beyond anything that she could bear.Hudderson shot a single glance at the Ambassador and he seemed to read to room instantly, standing straight from the bowing position."You seem to be having trouble, sir!" He placed the words, one on top of another carefully.If Saint was already careful around the God of War with whom he was familiar, then he didn't know what to do with the supreme Ruler."Troubles?" Hudderson batted an eye."Well tell me if standing here for over thirty minutes, almost getting arrested after presenting a pass, and being labeled a criminal passes as not experiencing troubles." Saint quivered.

It was impossible to get an online service from the registry. Even someone like Jackson couldn't pull such a string.Charlotte watched closely as Hudderson brought out his cell phone. It was just like him, shattered and broken. She almost spat her lungs out in disdain. But she kept her cool, waiting to see where the whole of this was going to lead.A few moments later, his phone beeped and he stopped, turning around towards her. Charlotte could feel the hot sting of disappointment in the air. She wanted to laugh. But that was unbecoming of the renowned Miss. Sinclair."How was the attempt going! Let me guess. It wasn't even entertained." Her face blotted, definitely hiding the load of her laughter."Unfortunately... It took longer than I expected!"He flashed the phone before Charlotte. The marriage certificate was on full display."All we need to do to make everything legal is send our signatory. After the whole drama here, we could head to the physical center to get things sorted o