2025-02-18 00:47:30"Not what I think? You think you can mess with everyone you come across!" Mason finally voiced out in a menacing tone, causing shivers to run down John's spine.
"Try and calm down boy, we can discuss and settle this peacefully, I'm not your enemy" John said swiftly.
Blood seeped out of his mouth as his jaw was now fractured after receiving a single punch from the other. He picked himself up from the floor and nervously called the security.
"Send security to my office right.." Mason snatched the phone away from him and smashed it on the floor. He pulled his arm backwards and sent out another punch that connected neatly to John 's face and caused his nose to shatter and he got sent crashing backwards.
"Please! What do you want?!" John pleaded as he watched Mason walk towards him in boiling rage. Just when Mason attempted to blow him again, the entrance door swung open and three bulky security guards came rushing in and swiftly made their way towards Mason .
They grabbed his arms and pinned him to the wall while he struggled to break free.
"Let me go, you fuckers!" Mason roared as he struggled to set his arms free so he could pounce on John, but the security's grip was tight and firm.
"Throw that lunatic out of my property!" John ordered with a rightful expression as he held his broken nose and rubbed his fractured jaw.
Mason was dragged out of the office and thrown outside the building. He tried making his way back in but the guards blocked his path and prevented him.
Mason struggled for several minutes before giving up. He exited the company's premises heartbroken and with tears in his eyes. Zoey, who had been watching the whole scene from the window, also had tears in her eyes as she watched her best friend surfer and there was absolutely nothing she could do.
Exiting the news company, Mason headed to a bar nearby and walked towards the bartender. He sat on a long stool and ordered a bottle of cocktail and a bottle of rum.
His drink was served and he wasted no time in guzzling them all, and within a few minutes he was done with the two bottles.
All Mason wanted right now was to drink and forget his sorrows. What he just witnessed was too much for him to handle, and just by thinking about it made his blood boil.
Just because he was poor, his wife chose to cheat on him with a rich man. Mason thought as he ordered the strongest bottle of alcohol in the bar.
He retrieved the bottle and began gulping down the whole content without pausing, and the people around couldn't help but stare at him.
"M..more..please.." Mason said to the bartender sluggishly. The bartender glared at him for a few seconds before bringing two more big bottles.
The day gradually became dark and it was
finally closing time in the office. Zoey exited the company with a worrisome expression on her face.
Her mind has been troubled all day and she couldn't help but think about Mason 's well being. She saw how hurt Mason was when he left the office and she hoped he hadn't done anything drastic out of anger.
"I saw his wife, Aurora , moments before Mason got kicked out. Just what happened that caused the fight?" Zoey pondered as she got into her car and began to drive through the dimly lit street while glancing around to see if she could spot Mason .
She drove for a few minutes, until she finally hit the brake when she heard noises from inside a bar. She parked her car and got off as she began to make her way inside the bar.
Entering the bar, Zoey saw the bartender holding Mason 's shirt who appeared to be drunk.
"Pay me up, you motherfucker!" The bartender voiced out in anger as he ruffled Mason 's shirt.
"What's going on here?" Zoey approached them as she could see the bartender attempting to hit Mason .
"And who might you be?" The bartender glared at Zoey who had just stopped him.
"I am his friend." Zoey introduced, shifting her gaze towards Mason who was drunk as hell and was barely awake.
"Well, you better tell your shithead friend of yours to pay the bill for the stuff he drank! He kept on ordering when he knew he had no money!" The bartender responded, anger evident in his voice.
"Please forgive him. He is having a rough day. How much is the bill?" Zoey inquired.
"Six hundred dollars, and he needs to pay up now" The bartender responded instantly with a hand still holding Mason 's shirt.
"Okay, no problem. Give me your account details and let me make the transfer." Zoey offered. The bartender glared at her for a few minutes with a look of suspicion before giving her his account details.
In a blink of an eye, Zoey made the transfer and the bartender's phone chimed In his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the credit alert.
After confirmation, he released Mason 's shirt and he also staggered and fell,but Zoey caught him.
"I don't want to see him here ever again!" The bartender retorted before walking back to his post.
Zoey placed Mason 's arm around her shoulder and began to take him back to her car. She pulled the passenger's seat open and placed Mason gently on the chair before shutting the door and made her way to the driver seat.
The engine was started and Zoey began to drive Mason back home. The car was silent as Zoey drove through the dimly lit street with her gaze fixated on the road.
Mason 's sluggish voice broke the silence from behind as he muttered.
"Why, why, why did she have to do this to me?" Mason muttered drunkenly as tears flowed out.
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Chapter 128
The broken earth still smoked from the last clash, and the cries of the wounded hung faint in the air. Yet no one moved. No one breathed. Every soldier, every priest, every king, all stared at the figure of black fire that had stepped from the east.It was not whole. It was not finished. Yet it stood tall, crowned in flame, its body shifting like smoke made flesh.And when it spoke, the world shivered. “You cannot kill what is not finished.”The words slid into every ear like knives. Men cried out, clutching their heads. Some dropped their swords, stumbling back. Others turned and ran, their screams tearing across the field.The kings shouted, their voices desperate. “Hold the line!” “Stand, you fools!” But their words carried no weight. Fear moved faster than command.Priests fell to their knees, chanting broken prayers. Some wept, some tore at their robes, others stared at the shadow with glassy eyes, whispering, “It is the end. It is the end.”The line buckled. The army was breaki
Chapter 127
The drums did not stop. All through the night, they beat. Slow, heavy, endless. Each sound rolled across the valley like thunder, rattling armor, shaking bones.When dawn broke, the horizon burned black. The sky glowed as if it had been cut open, spilling fire darker than coal. From that fire, shapes began to march.The shadow host.Soldiers rose from their blankets, their eyes hollow with no sleep. They gripped spears and swords with trembling hands. Some prayed aloud, whispering the names of gods. Others kissed small tokens, rings, cloth, bits of home, before fastening armor with pale fingers.The kings argued even now.King Alaric shouted hoarse. “We cannot face this! Pull the banners back! Save the men while we can!”Queen Seraya snarled at him. “If we run, we are already dead. Do you not see? The shadow will chase us to the ends of the world!”Lord Brennar struck the table with his scarred fist. “Enough! The men need leaders, not cowards. If you flee, then flee. But I will stand.
Chapter 126
The march east did not grow easier. Each day the air grew heavier, darker, as if the very sky bent low with dread. The land was sick beneath their feet. Ash drifted over fields where no fire had been. The rivers they crossed ran black, thick as oil, and the priests whispered that the water carried curses.Soldiers grew silent. At first, they marched with songs and cheers. Now they moved with bowed heads, their boots dragging, their voices hushed. Every sound felt swallowed by the land itself.On the seventh day, they found a village burned to nothing. But unlike the others, this one held no corpses on the ground. Instead, the air carried whispers. Faint, chilling voices rose from the ashes, as if the dead still begged for water, for mercy, for life.The soldiers froze. Some clutched their ears, others fell to their knees. A priest cried out, “The shadow binds their souls! This is Vazquez’s work!”Mason stood in the center of the ruin, silent, his silver eyes scanning the ash. His s
Chapter 125
The messenger’s words still hung in the tent like smoke. “The east burns. Vazquez’s remnants gather. The shadow is not dead.”No one moved. The kings sat frozen, their crowns heavy on their heads, their eyes wide and pale. The generals stared at the messenger as though the words themselves were poison.It was Queen Seraya who spoke first. Her voice was low, sharp as a knife. “Then all our arguments mean nothing. If the shadow marches, none of us can stand alone.”King Alaric snarled, his hand clenching the table. “And you would put us all under him?” He jerked his chin toward the camp outside. “That… creature who walks in fire?”“Creature or not,” said Lord Brennar, his scarred hands steady, “he is the only one the men will follow now. You know it. I know it. Deny it if you wish, but the fire has already crowned him.”The tent erupted again. Voices clashed, curses flew, pride and fear filled the air like smoke, then the flap opened, and Mason entered.He did not storm in. He did not s
Chapter 124
The fire shuddered. The great column of flame, tall as a tower, trembled as though it would tear itself apart. Sparks burst in every direction. The heartbeat thundered, faster, stronger, rattling armor and splitting stone.Men screamed. Women wept. Some fell to their knees, pressing their foreheads into the ash. Others stumbled back, hands over their faces, crying that the fire would consume them all.The priests raised their arms higher, their voices shrill. “The Saint is here!” they shouted. “The Flame Eternal rises!”But even their cries cracked with fear, for the fire shook like a living beast ready to break free.The column of fire began to fold inward.At first it sank slowly, as if collapsing under its own weight. Sparks spiraled down, drifting like burning snow. The glow dimmed to gold, then to red, the edges shrinking smaller and smaller.A whisper spread through the crowd. “It’s fading. It’s over. He’s gone again.”Some soldiers sobbed in despair. Others sagged in relief, b
Chapter 123
The altar was gone. In its place stood fire. A column of flame towered from the earth, white at its heart, gold at its edges, sparks falling like embers of a forge. The light blinded the valley, brighter than sun, searing the eyes of all who looked upon it. Heat washed over the battlefield, heavy and suffocating.The heartbeat shook the ground again. Once. Twice. Steady, louder, stronger. Men fell to their knees, some in awe, others in terror. Priests shrieked and wept. Kings shielded their faces with their cloaks. Soldiers cried out to gods old and new. The flame pulsed. Shadows leapt and twisted across the broken stones. For an instant, shapes seemed to move inside the fire. One priest cried out, his eyes wide and wet. “I see him! The Saint walks with wings of fire!” He tore at his robe, beating his chest with bloody fists. “Bow! Bow before the Flame Eternal!”Another priest laughed, wild and broken. “No! Look! A crown of light rests upon his brow. He is the king of fire, ruler o
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