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New Order

Chapter 39 - New Order

Garren

*Five hundred years ago*

I don't know how long I sat there with my dead brother in my arms; it felt like hours when in reality, it was most likely minutes.

All I knew was that my brother was dead, and I was the reason for it. The reality of what would happen once this war was over, weighed heavily on my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

I never wanted the crown, the throne, or the kingdom. I was happy with what I had, thankful for being the second born. I didn't want to enact the age-old tradition my kind had used for centuries—a challenge to the death to claim a title.

Suddenly I was consumed by rage, an unfathomable amount of hatred for the witches, Ryuu, and the king of the Underworld. But most of all, I hated myself boiled within me.

As our warriors came running to our aid, their faces filled with horror as they looked at my brother and me. One with half a face missing, eyes void of all life, and the other on the verge of mass bloodshed.

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