All Chapters of General Rhys Vermillion: Return of The Dark Phoenix: Chapter 181
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Zoriel felt his strength coming back to him, as he could see the wounds he had fade. All except the one on his eye, he was sure that he had survived the worst thing he imagined would kill him, and he had gained something in return…a fragment.“There,” the man said calmly, looking at Zoriel with a smile. “Your injuries are healed, and there isnt anything else going to hurt you.”Zoriel was looking at his hands and his legs, even though the goo had managed to heal him and closed the opening to his wounds. The scars he had gotten from Xer’s claws remained on his body even though their openings were closed.The thought of his half-brother attacking him still lingered, and it was something that wouldn't be removed.“Tell me something,” the man says with a smile. His gaze fixed on Zoriel as he was about to ask the question. “Which family do you come from?”Zoriel was surprised, but he didnt think there was any problem. The man had saved him from a monster that was trying to kill him and als
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“This shouldn't be possible,” Rhys said, standing up and moving close to Zoriel to see the tiny ember of blue flame. He knew it wasn’t natural for a person like Zoriel to have a fragment.He looked at the boy, then at the ember. Out of sheer curiosity, he stretched his hand to touch the ember.But once he touched the flame, as expected, it burnt him. He raised his hand into the urn.He noticed something; even though his hand was in the urn, it was meant to take the pain, but nothing was happening.The pain was still there, and the flame hurt more than it would have.‘Strange, that tiny blue flame has three times the sting a normal flame would have. And the urn isn't numbing the pain, it still feels like I just got burnt even though time has passed.’Rhys looked at the boy; his mind was filled with many questions. He tried again, but this time, he would see if he would be able to tap into the source of his power.Then again, he felt nothing. No trace of Anwu, and the boy was something
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Zoriel sat down in the waterfall, looking around as he waited for Rhys to come back with what he had set out to get. It was clear that they were going to be there the entire night, and whether they were going to do anything to get out of the situation. Two minutes later, Rhys came back holding part of the grizzly in his hand. A smile on his face, and from what Rhys could tell, he was getting ready for something that would set them on for something far greater. “We have meat for dinner!” Rhys chuckled looking at Zoriel, sitting next to the boy. He started to set up certain up the firewood, it was strange. Zoriel was looking at him, noticing how he had his blade held tightly. “You have something to ask?” Rhys turned to the boy, startling Zoriel. He didnt know how it was possible for Rhys to even know that he was looking at him. “How?” the boy asked, looking at the swordsman. Rhys chuckled, looking at him. He placed the a piece of dust on the firewood turning to Zoriel, he titled
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Back at the house, Emrys was in the kitchen trying to help Suin make their meal. She took a tray, about to place the meal on the table, when suddenly a calm breeze swept past her.She lost hold of the tray, as it fell to the floor.The noise from the tray alerted Suin. She ran into the room to find Emrys standing there, her hand over her mouth, her eyes watery.“Sister,” Suin whispered, slowly approaching Emrys to see if she would find out what happened.“What happened?” Suin asked, holding Emrys closely.Emrys turned to look at her sister. She couldn't get the words out, but it was clear enough for anyone who had eyes.“Zoriel, something happened to him…” Emrys cried, her heart couldn't hold knowing that there was a chance that her son was in mortal danger.Suin understood what was going on, and it was clear to her that she couldn't get her sister to stop worrying out of nowhere.“Sister, we can only pray for his return. Worrying about him like this won't bring him back home.” Suin c
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“I believe in strength and power, but if you are going to keep acting like you're high and powerful…if they decided to end you, then there isn't going to be anything that would hold you—” “SHUT IT VERNA!!” Grant was enraged; there wasnt a chance for him to hold his head. Verna took a step back, eyes on Grant, trying to hold his head up. “You yell at me like there is something wrong with the way I am trying to get you to make a decision?!” He wasn't going to hold anything down. Looking at Grant, he knew that they were not going to have an easy time getting anything else out of him, and it was going to be rather wild. “I should have you taken down and removed from anything up…there isnt going to be a chance in hell I would let you even get away!” Verna roared, a blatant rage surged from his body that made the room shake. His energy was somewhat unmatched by anything that would have sent him away. “I AM NOT GOING TO SIT HERE AND LET YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THIS!!” Grant flared up; he
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“I know you might be getting ready for this, and there is no way I wouldn't tell you to be ready, but if Sio is still alive. It means that he is holding her to his advantage…” Saint was looking at Rhys; his puzzled mind betrayed nothing, and it was clear they were going to run into more complications. Rhys let out a sigh, looking at the files, and his mind was still moving through everything like it was going to come to his head like a bullet, and he wasnt going to hold anything down. “I am sure that there is going to be more than I would want to imagine, but then I also dont want to use anything that would keep me down…” Rhys spoke slowly, sure that he was going to have more trouble and how it was going to be holding something down that was far beyond anything he thought. “...you know that it is going to be a chaotic exchange, and if we are going to be holding anything down, then we would be dealing with even greater evil than we imagine.” Saint was sure that there wasn't anyth
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Even at the peak of their strengths, it wasn't the power the Crest held that made them powerful…It was far beyond that, as slow as it would come, there was something that led everyone who would understand what they were heading for. The Crest was initially created to ensure that everyone in Zenovia understood there was no need to give power to the wrong side. The Admirals were bodies picked and formed to ensure they would get everything in the order it was meant to be…Formed, created by Hidan Vermillion and Talen Leonhart, they were known as the protectors of the Land, and there was nothing that would hold any crime or trouble against them. “......” “I believe that there is still a good use for Sio, but instead of coming back here, he is going to keep running from us to make sure that there isn't much about him we find…” Verna was irritated; he was matched with Marcus to do something. Or rather, he paired himself with him, trying to ensure they would get things done auspiciousl
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“What I did to my brother and his family has nothing to do with you!” Sio barked back. He wasn't trying to fall for Langris’ taunts, knowing that there wasn't going to be a clear chance for him to walk away. “Ahh, please,” Langris snickered, looking at Sio trying to move away from the question. “You were trying to make sure that Zenovia would fall into your hands, and you would rule with an iron fist…but after you killed your own blood, there was nothing for you except the shame you managed to gather for yourself.” “It was one of the main reasons why you burnt down the house, and you would throw everything that you had remaining of him to the rich folks of the land, trying to erase your shame…” Sio stood there, unable to deny that he was ashamed and filled with regret…He had slain his brother and his wife, brainwashed his niece, and tried to kill his nephew, but there wasn't anything that came from it. “You believed that there was a chance you would even get anything out of that
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“I know that you want to get everything to be done without you being involved, but you know as well as I do…if you don’t get anything to stand with him, then he is going to kill half of them…” Saint was trailing Rhys and the Grandmaster, who had landed in Zenovia, trying to make sure there wouldn’t be anything that would hold him back. “If he is coming here, then it means that we would be having more than just meeting him to deal with more than just….” He was looking around, trying to get his head set in something that would hold him down to the fact. “Even if you enter a room with him, there has to be something odd…he is a scary man, and I don’t like being with him alone.” “I never thought that there was a day I would see you scared of your gramps for that matter…” Saint smiled, knowing that there was something about the whole issue that would bring something to mind, but it wouldn’t hold a clear image. “Yeah, and I know it would be the last time you see it. There isn’t going
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Kiva stood there, knowing that he wasnt going to be walking out of that place without his face being beaten into a pulp, and it was bound to be something that he would want to deal with. “Come on, Kiva,” Marcus said. He knew that there was something that would make Kiva run. “I know that you would never run from a fight, and there isnt going to be anyone who would be able to get you to shake, and I understand that you arent the type of person to even wimp out of a fight.” Kiva swallowed, looking at Marcus. He knew that he wasnt there to kill him, nor was he going to try and do anything that would get him annihilated. “Why are you here? There has to be something that brought you to me, and I know you arent the type of person that would come to reason with me…” Kiva was looking at him, trying to understand what Marcus was playing out, and there was nothing going to come from his mind, and it was going to be catastrophic. Marcus sighed. He was looking at his ally, and there wasn't