In complete silence, an uneven, rough-coated cylinder came closer. It had an unusual shape and texture that felt both familiar and out of place and time: the bark was rough and ashen from a charring fire, and it was shaped like a collapsed, branchless tree trunk. A small region of blue light appeared as it got closer—was that a lingering flame from the blaze? -- lit up the top of the form just past its center. Its growing aft was surrounded in the pitch-blackness of space by yellow light haloes that most likely came from inside the cylinder as if embers still burned with molten yellow-white heat inside the stubbed remains of roots that had once supported and fed the huge tree.So, this is one part of their base? It looks like a vehicle, a huge vehicle that's as large as a town. Hannah thinks. She didn't expect to be brought here. This is different from where she went the last time. In her expectation, this is where they keep Talyn. There was not even a reaction when Hannah stepped i
Hannah and TalynAt least I have grown up with my mother. I have been with her all my life...unlike her, I doubt if she ever experience being cared for by her mom like that morning when she would eat the pancakes she bakes? How could she anyway when at her young age she was sent to war? No, Talyn, you do not deserve to die in this foreign land...Hannah thought to herself as she exerted all the strength she have within releasing the melody of healing. At some point, her nose began to bleed an indicator that she was going beyond what she can give. "H--hannah.." She heard Carsen whisper. At the side of her eyes, she saw him like he's wanting to stop her, but she did not turn. She just continued. Now, Talyn's eyes began moving, until they slowly opened up, until the color of her skin began to come back to its being lively again. Now, a little more effort to completely eliminate the black patch that's occupying her skin. Hannah drew out more effort within her, again, playing the melo
"I may keep the flute, but unlike its true wielder, I cannot keep it within my body system," Carsen muttered. They were now discussing how they can secure their newly attained power. It's been weeks since Hannah's dead body was laid in the replica of Eden, and as per her request, now they were discussing how the Outsiders could secure the missing piece of the flute, her flute. Actually, she requested Carsen to personally secure the flute, but for Carsen, the flute is the kind of power that doesn't suit him. Besides, the only reason why he's keeping it is that Hannah was right, he doesn't want Jimmie Vaughn to become more stronger. " The Starstrike's underground is the safest place to keep it, actually, but I think the reason why this instrument is attached to the spine of its owner is that the owner's body is the real safest place to keep it," Orin muttered. Carsen nodded. He agreed. But he doesn't want to do it. "I don't want to be taking powers that are not naturally mine, bes
"What do you mean you can't find?" with his eyes flashing in anger, Jimmie asked Saskia. "I really don't know." Saskia shrugged, "They really had to keep Hannah's flute well this time, even Hannah is nowhere to find," It was the incorrect action to do. As Jimmie stomped towards him, his cheeks immediately reddened and her facial muscles tightened. He grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up to his face, grinning as he continued, "I tasked you this one because I thought you were the most skilled among all my boundless!," his voice gradually getting louder, "What happened to your abilities huh? Have you gone stupid?" He was about to scream now, "Find it again! Don't stop searching! --" but the sound of knocking interrupted him. He threw Saskia on the ground and stood up straight. "What?" Jimmie's eyebrow raised. It was his assistant. "S-sir...three of the trucks have been robed off," "What?" The assistant nodded. " And our production field had been wrecked," the assistan
" Citizens of the New World our supplies are running out. It is with great sadness to say that we might not be able to continue providing the commodities you need. It has not been a secret to us that since the break out of the apocalypse our planet was already running out of resources to sustain life, thus, this leads to greater elimination of humankind. So with that, as the game creator, I am bringing the game to a higher level, an epic game that mankind has not experienced yet!" The crowd mumbled in objection at Jimmie's speech. That epic game he's saying was giving them anxiety. Yet though they blabbered loud about it, still to no avail, for Jimmie was communicating to them via video message. " This I do because the least commodities we have deserves to be given to those who were deserving to survive! This planet of ours is on the verge of extinction and it has got no space for the weak!" Jimmie said, and the video announcement ended. That's all. It's been weeks since he rele
The halo is the basic angel's life force. In the universe realms, they have a name that was different from the human language-- boundless beings, that's what they were called. And when they appeared on planet Earth, and have become visible to human eyes, they were mistaken to be aliens, the ugly, ruined version of them was even called monsters, but those who were good-looking and impressed mankind with their abilities were called angels. But for Jimmie Vaughn, for the Vilgroi, these creatures only go with one name -- boundless. Yeah, they were boundless beings some of them had been bounded to him perhaps for forever slavery. Some of them had sided with the Outsiders. That's what their definition of freedom is, perhaps they find a more meaningful sense of life by fighting with Carsen and the Outsiders stand for. Yet, these boundless beings, or angels whatever they were called, perhaps will only find real freedom once they get back home, to their respective realms, to their land where t
"Okay, so here's the plan, If before it was only the humans who were pressured to join in the game, and some of the Outsiders' watchers and that Usiu, now I want the game arena to be filled with boundless beings, with what this planet called---angels," Jimmie instructed his team of boundless that's handling the game operation. "Boundless? You mean m--master," " Yeah, I mean the epic game will be for anyone!" Jimmie exclaimed. "Does that entails the boundless who sided with Prime?" one of them asked. Hesitation trailed on his face, yet he curved a smile right away. "Y--yeah, of course," Jimmie replied. Meanwhile, Muriel who was quietly observing the conversation in the side, looked at Jimmie doubtedly. Of course he knows where this plan is leading. "I already have foreseen and calculated Jimmie's move..." Carsen's words echoed in Muriel's thought as he watches Jimmie talks with the boundless assigned in the operation of the game. "So, master what will be our remedy for tho
"Remember, they don't easily give their alliance to anyone. They're unfriendly. They're elusive of all the boundless," Orin's words echoed in Carsen's thoughts. Now they were into searching for the few Abojans left alive on the planet. How could they remain unnoticed, and unheard with all the chaos that happened in the universe realms and on this planet, how could it remain undiscovered that they were just here, residing with humans? Perhaps because they weren't boundless nor humans, they stand between grace and curse, that's why. Carsen thinks. As Tadhiel told him, the Abojans are the type of Nephilim who were the only ones left alive on the planet. They are a genetic combination of humans and angels. Those who succeeded in fleeing from the Vilgroi had lived deserted, disguising themselves as among the humans. As a result, they have had offspring that were neither angels nor humans. These Nephilims were raised to survive, so they were trained with various skills, and one group of