2023-05-29 15:41:06"Mr. Andrew, I apologize, but we will soon arrive at Mr. William's residence."
The voice of the black-suited man who picked them up woke Andrew and Erica. They had fallen asleep after traveling for nearly an hour and a half.
"Where are we going, Andrew?" Erica asked.
"Shh, just be quiet. I don't know either, but one thing's for sure, you don't need to worry because I will always protect you."
Andrew chose to remain silent and not ask many questions to the black-suited man who was taking him. One thing he knew was that they were clearly far from the city center. In fact, they were surrounded by dense forests, and the quiet roads led Andrew to speculate that they were heading eastward.
"Look at that!" Erica nudged Andrew and pointed to the window beside her.
A magnificent mansion with towering black gates appeared among the trees. Andrew was quite amazed by the sight. Their car followed the road leading to the mansion.
Shortly after, the car came to a complete stop in front of the gate they had seen earlier. Andrew's heart raced, and a thousand questions popped into his mind.
"What do they want from me? Is there something that has made them angry? Whatever it is, I hope the power left by Grandma can help me."
The black-suited man got out of the car, but not long after, he reentered and the car continued to move.
The road leading to this house was previously just ordinary dirt, as it was located within the outskirts of the forest. However, when the gate opened, a smooth asphalt stretched all the way to the front of the classical-style mansion.
"We have arrived, Mr. Andrew, let's get out."
The black-suited man then stepped out and opened the door for Erica and Andrew. The siblings were in awe as their eyes perfectly captured the entire house in front of them.
"Come, Mr. Andrew, Mr. William is waiting inside."
They followed the steps of the black-suited man, walking through the undoubtedly more luxurious and classy interior of the house.
No words could express the grandeur of this white-colored building. Erica could only gape while occasionally swallowing her saliva.
"Miss Erica, as this meeting will be very private, you may wait in the living room. Rudolf will escort you."
The black-suited man pointed to a middle-aged man who appeared to bow his head to Erica.
Andrew nodded as a signal for Erica to quickly follow the middle-aged man named Rudolf. The two siblings parted ways, with Erica heading towards the corridor on the left side, while Andrew entered the elevator located not far from the grand staircase.
The elevator stopped on the third floor. When the elevator doors opened, they were immediately faced with a room with a door made of black wood carved with a tiger's face. The black-suited man opened the door and gestured for Andrew to enter.
"Please, Mr. Andrew."
The door closed as soon as Andrew was inside the room. The room appeared empty, with only abstract paintings hanging on the walls, and a luxurious carpet stretching towards a dimly lit small corridor.
"It seems I should go down that corridor," Andrew murmured.
He gathered his courage and took a step forward. Upon reaching the small corridor, Andrew heard the voice of a man pleading for forgiveness.
Andrew followed the source of the voice, which led him to a room on the right side of the corridor. As he peeked in, he saw Mr. William, who was none other than the old man, raising his head towards Andrew and gesturing for him to enter.
Andrew felt a sense of panic as the crying man appeared to be bowing before William.
"This is not good. Am I going to end up like him?" Andrew muttered.
His hesitation forced Andrew to cup his hands and intended to wait outside. However, William slammed the table and said, "Andrew, wait here!"
Andrew was startled by the echoing voice of William throughout the room. He reluctantly approached the chair pointed out by William.
"You, leave now. My time to hear your reasons has run out. Don't let yourself crumble in front of others, that's something you wouldn't want, right?" William said to the crying man.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. William truly appeared firm and terrifying, far from being a pitiful old man. The crying man prostrated himself before William. William, who stood beside Andrew, patted his shoulder with a wide smile.
"Thank you, Mr. William, for forgiving me."
The man repeatedly kissed William's feet. However, what happened next was unexpected. William kicked the man, causing blood to trickle from his nose.
"Who said I forgave you? I said, get out!"
The man finally ran away in a hurry. William took a deep breath while looking at Andrew. "That's life, Andrew. Don't mind him, he's just a foolish man who broke the rules. By the way, how was your journey here? Enjoyable?"
"To be honest, my sister and I fell asleep. Your car was comfortable enough to make us sleepy."
"Ah, you came with your sister? I would like to meet her after this," William said kindly.
"Yeah, she's on the first floor. By the way, Sir, how can I assist you? Surely you called me here for a reason, right?"
William smiled and sat on the table in front of Andrew. He nodded his head and said, "Of course, I didn't bring you to my mansion just for small talk. I want you to help me, I want you to heal me, Andrew."
"Heal you?" Andrew expressed skepticism about William's request, considering that he had just kicked someone, indicating that he was perfectly healthy. No sick person could kick that hard.
"Yes, like you did when I suddenly collapsed yesterday. I'm dying, Andrew. I want you to save my life. I may look very well and seemingly healthy, but that's not true. I can't hold on much longer, my time is running out..."
Andrew furrowed his brow, looking puzzled. Although he understood that he could do something with his powers, William's request made him worried about his abilities being discovered by William.
"Well, I'm still quite confused. But why do you have to ask for help from me? Don't people like you have personal doctors who have advanced tools to cure any illness?"
William stood up and changed his position to the chair behind the desk. He put his feet up on the table and lit a cigar. He seemed to savor the smoke as he inhaled and then said, "If a doctor could heal me, I wouldn't be lying on the street and being helped by an ordinary young man like you, Andrew. You know what I mean..."
Andrew smiled knowingly. The choice of words by William intrigued him, and he was interested in following what William wanted now.
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The fused being walked through the ruined city like a silent storm given form, each step trailing faint ripples of light and shadow that bent the air in unnatural curves. The sky remained torn above him, the cracks glowing with a slow, pulsating radiance that resembled a heartbeat too large for any mortal world to contain. The atmosphere trembled softly, as if the world were whispering ancient instructions through the wind.Behind him, the team followed at a cautious distance, unsure whether they were witnessing salvation or calamity wrapped in familiar faces. Jiro kept one hand hovering over his weapon but did not draw it, knowing full well that anything he wielded would be meaningless against the fused king. Yuki held Sahara tightly as the seer trembled with each step the being took, sensing visions too powerful for a child’s body to endure. Rayan and Mika walked silently, trading glances that conveyed questions none of them were ready to voice.The being stopped at the edge of a cr
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The world did not recover after the fracture of Solus. It simply went quiet, as if reality were inhaling sharply and waiting to see whether it would be permitted to exhale again. The sky above remained carved open with a violent wound of shadow and broken light, the cracks pulsing faintly like the scar of a god struggling to comprehend its own injury. Even the wind moved strangely, as though the atmosphere was afraid to disturb the aftermath of something it could not fully understand.Andrew knelt beside Noir beneath that broken sky, still holding him tightly as shadow heat bled slowly from Noir’s body. His breathing was thin and uneven, each inhale sounding like someone swallowing fire and ice at the same time. Andrew pressed his hand to Noir’s cheek, feeling the tremble beneath his fingers, feeling the instability echo through their bond like a faultline refusing to close.“You’re here,” Andrew whispered, voice shaking with relief and fear in equal measure. “You’re here with me. Sta
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The first sign that the world had begun to choose was not an explosion, nor a vision, nor a divine proclamation carved into the sky. It was silence—an unnatural, spreading silence that rolled across the ruined city like a held breath, suffocating every sound until even the crackle of distant fires faded into nothingness.Andrew felt it immediately.His chest tightened, not with pain, but with pressure, as if the Sapphire inside him had suddenly become aware of something vast and unavoidable moving toward it. The faint blue-white glow beneath his skin pulsed once, then again, growing warmer with each beat, as though responding to a summons it could not refuse.Noir stiffened beside him.His shadowfire did not flare.It recoiled.“That feeling,” Noir muttered, voice low and strained. “It’s happening again.”Yuki’s head snapped up sharply, eyes wide as white energy rippled around her uncontrollably. “All the Relics just reacted at the same time. Every single one of them.”Sahara collapse
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The ruined street stretched before them like a battlefield carved from molten glass, illuminated by the distant glow of burning buildings and shards of fractured streetlamps buzzing weakly with dying electricity. The city still trembled under the aftershock of Noir’s meteor storm, and every echo of collapsing metal rang like a warning bell that refused to be silenced. But the greatest tension did not come from the destruction around them. It came from the two figures standing in the very center of the street, facing each other with expressions caught somewhere between dread and inevitability.Andrew stood with both feet planted firmly despite his trembling knees, his breathing rapid yet determined as faint traces of Sapphire Reborn shimmered unwillingly beneath his skin. Noir stood nearly ten meters away, his posture hunched but dangerous, shadowfire slithering around his arms like restless serpents seeking anything to burn. They were close enough to see each other’s pain, yet far eno
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Smoke still curled upward from the shattered skyline, rising in thin spirals that looked almost delicate against the ruined concrete. The city below was a bleeding mosaic of collapsed structures and smoldering rooftops, the aftermath of Noir’s near-eruption painted across every ruined silhouette. Even the air felt exhausted, hanging heavy and metallic as if unsure whether the world had just survived disaster or narrowly postponed it.Andrew stood on the fractured rooftop with his knees barely holding steady, every breath burning like frost slicing through his lungs. The remnants of Sapphire Reborn dimmed along his skin in faint blue-white patches, flickering unevenly like a dying constellation. Yuki kept one hand braced against his back to steady him, while Jiro hovered nearby with a strained expression, torn between protecting Andrew and scanning the shadows for lingering threats.Behind them, Noir lay unconscious on a slab of broken cement. Mika and Rayan had dragged him away from t
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The world reassembled violently after the forbidden merging, hurling Andrew and Noir out of the Gate like two mismatched pieces attempting to fuse before the ritual was complete. They crashed into solid ground—real ground this time—hard enough to crack stone and send dust exploding upward. The smell of fire and iron hit Andrew instantly, along with the distant sound of panic echoing through streets he didn’t yet recognize.Mika landed nearby, coughing. “Where the hell did it throw us?”Rayan pushed himself upright. “Somewhere… awful. I can feel the rent price already.”Yuki helped Sahara steady herself as the trembling child whispered, “This realm is not a Gate. This is… a city.”The dust settled.And it was clear.They were on a cliff overlooking a sprawling metropolis below—its buildings sleek and modern, its roads glimmering with neon, its skyline painted with colors that should have signified safety.But the sky above the city was wrong.Very wrong.Black fire bled across the clou
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