Salvatore was looking at Rhys, knowing that there was something about him that wasn't going to be holding anything back. “You haven't changed a bit, your gloomy expression is still there, and you haven't even added anything else.” He was looking at him; there was something that wouldn't change in his grandson. “I thought you would change, even if it was a little bit, and I would be able to see what you could become.” Rhys sighed, knowing that Salvatore was bound to be somewhat of a bone ache to him. “Master, I think—” “Don't call your own grandpa—master, what are you trying to tell them?” Salvatore raised a brow, looking at Rhys. “You want to make it look like I had a hard childhood…” “That sums it right up, but I am pointing fingers…” Wham! There was a hit on Rhys' head, and he almost fell to the ground. Saint took a step back, knowing that Salvatore wasn't the type of man to strike only one person. From what he was seeing, he was the next person in that proximity, and the

“I am not sure that you understand, Marcus.” Kiva was trying to get Marcus to see what he meant and how bad everything was going to look. “If I had attacked him, if I had done something stupid there and then…” “Then my life would have been over, and there would be nothing to even talk about. I know you think or believe that we have everything under control because we are the Crest of Zenovia, but it seems you forget the Crest was built on the backs of men who were murdered!” “So what are you suggesting?” Marcus queried, knowing that trying to talk sense into Kiva was futile. And it was a clear reason why he was trying to make sure that he would not be caught in the middle of any nonsense. “I am doing my very best to…” “To avenge your brother's death, I know, and make sure that things would go back to the way they were, but guess what, Marcus? Things would never go back to the way they were!” Kiva blurted out, not even giving Marcus the chance to say anything else, and he was try

OUTSIDE THE SKIRTS OF MORTHOR…A man could be seen holding his head high, as he sat on a throne…looking out a huge window. He sat there with his legs crossed, trying to make sure that he would look down on everyone else there. Another appeared right behind him…. Dressed in a long cloak, it wasn't clear why, but they were not normal beings. Someone else moved into the back; it wasn't clear what was going on.“Seri, Twilight, both of you decided to show up…” The man spoke, his voice cold and detached from the world; it was almost like he was annoyed that they hadn't come on time. “My liege, I–” “If I wanted excuses, I would have let you ramble the moment you set foot here. But now I don't want that, nor do I want anything else, the only thing I ask of you now is to make sure that there aren't any mistakes…” Both of them, standing right behind him, knew that there wasn't anything else they would be able to do or even get. “Now tell me,” the man said, his voice assertive and mas

“What are you saying?!” Salvatore didn't want to believe that he had been told about the Order was something that they would have flagged as irrelevant, but now…It was getting even more dreadful than he could imagine. “If Niklaus is planning on making moves like that, then we should be obliged to make sure that he would get anything coming to him…there isn't meant to be anything that would be left undone…” “I hate to break it to you, but he has already spread his hands over the people of Morthor and is trying to enter places like Netro city and the likes of it.” Daniel was looking at them, knowing that they stood on a sharp pedestal, and the war they were going to be fighting was something that couldn't be avoided anymore. Rhys was looking at Daniel and his grandfather; he knew they were not going to get anything else, and it was going to be a hard knot to lose there. They were not sure what would happen. “Even if anything was to happen, there wouldn't be any link that would gi

"Why don't I see any reason for you to try to hide from me? After all, it is as clear as day that you enjoy the thrill of doing something like this." Kiva stared at Marcus. He knew there wouldn't be anything to lead anyone to believe he had a hand in the mild dethroning of the Order, as they saw it. "Now I know you believe that there isn't going to be much of tackling to do," he smiled, looking at the way things had been turning out, and his mind raced through a mild range of possibilities. "Grant wants me to do something to make sure that there isn't going to be anything that would lead to my fall, but in this space, I will do anything that will define the way I have built…"Marcus was looking at Kiva, and he was sure there wasn't anything that would cause everything to fall apart, but there was something about the Order and what they stood for that made everything look a bit odd. Kiva saw the glimmer in Marcus' eyes, and he knew that they were going to have their heads in somethi