Chinonso

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag.

If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two.

My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right?

Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year.

After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them.

When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone.

……………………………..

A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him.

“Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking.

“This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies.

Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows.

“You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing.

“And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks.

The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows.

Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.”

Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?”

The Tenebri

The sun's warm rays caressed the damaged village, stirring its residents to face another day of hardship. The air was alive with the sounds of reconstruction: hammers ringing out, saws cutting through wood, and the murmur of determined chatter. The scent of freshly cut lumber and the acrid smell of dust filled the air, a constant reminder of the village's fragile rebirth. Amidst the chaos, the people of Nefaria persevered, their faces set with optimism, hoping for a change in power that would bring peace to their beleaguered village. 


Kevin stood outside, his eyes scanning the horizon as he prepared to set out. His concern for Selena gnawed at him; he had searched for her everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. The warmth of the sun on his skin did little to alleviate the chill of uncertainty that had settled in the pit of his stomach. 


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE CALM BEFORE