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Chapter 58: Price for Victory
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The Twelve Scions Chapter 59: Decisions
After the discussion at the conference room, Lars was told by Rachelia to meet Octavia in the west wing of the mansion. He was not in a good mood all night and grumbled a little bit along the way. He still hated Rachelia's decision but at the same time, also acknowledged they learned something valuable out of it, so his moral dilemma remained.However, as soon Lars started to sense more of people in the west wing, he began to run. Lars ran so fast eventually he glided instead. Fresh tears on his eyes swept by the pushing wind as he picked up his speed."Mom!"Lars barged in to the room. There she was, his mother on the bed, smiling. They immediately locked in a tearful embrace and Lars wailed on his mother's shoulder. Relief washed over Lars as he found his mother alive and well. He quickly thought of giving proper thanks to whoever responsible bringing her back."Mom, I'm sorry! I... I'm - ""It's okay, Lars. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for everything."Lars and his mother hu
The Twelve Scions Chapter 60: The Silver Spring
"Walk faster, maggot!"Len's vision was hazy from all the beatings and blood that trickled to his left eye. Duncan was especially rough with him that day. Len had beaten up so badly he couldn't even stand anymore. He had to be dragged across the hallway, leaving a trail of blood as he did.While barely hanging on to his consciousness, Len wondered what was it that made Duncan this angry. He had realized for a while that despite how rough and dreadful his torments were, they had never made him lose a limb or severely damage his vital organs. And yet, that day Duncan really pushed the edge.Len had repeatedly fainted by the time he was brought to his destination. Duncan shoved him inside of a dark room and left him in the silence. Len wanted to move but his body was close to giving up. He felt the coldness of the floor on his cheek and found it strangely pleasant.However, Len knew he wasn't meant to just lie there forever. He was thrown somewhere he didn't know, and he knew he g
The Twelve Scions Chapter 61: Artist of the Earth
Within the vast property of Calendula Residence, there was a large hill with wide open clearing of nature's green carpet. At the moment, the place was filled with the sound of rumbling earth and stones breaking, courtesy of a Scion practicing his power over light.Lars cleaved through the stone statues with his Celestial Calibur. The stones shattered and reconstructed by Mell's command and foot tapping. Lars did his very best to destroy every last standing statue but Mell was just as relentless on recreating them."Keep it up, man. You're doing great!"Lars barely heard that from all the sound of statues breaking. He let his swordplay instinct took over and he made his moves as realistically as possible. He wanted to hone his swordfight techniques, stance and movement on land instead of keep resorting to flying.A statue appeared and about to land a blow to Lars. Lars swiftly dodged to the side and swung his sword upwards, decapitating the statue's hand and head. Despite how of
The Twelve Scions Chapter 62: The Boy in the Basement
The Calendula Residence in Spica, aside from being a historical landmark, was a subject of rampant conspiracy theories. Even among the eyes of the mundane, it had always been suspected to hold sketchy activities. The secretive nature of Calendula Familia that took residence in it certainly didn't help to assuage the rumors.Lars had only heard these rumors in a passing, but whenever he went down to the Calendula Residence's mansion basement, he always reminded of one that really stuck with him. The mansion was rumored to be the lair of a vampire queen who had a torture chamber in its basement, where her victims brutally harvested for their bloods.As scary as Rachelia could be sometimes, Lars was pleased to learn she wasn't a vampire. Although, she really did have jail cells and torture chambers in the mansion's basement. Lars always shuddered whenever he passed by the empty cells where the prisoners in the past once begged for their lives, only to found their pleas not granted and
The Twelve Scions Chapter 63: The Beginning
Unlike the past few days of his training period, Lars woke up early on that particularly gloomy day. The night before had been raining hard, and the morning that followed was only left with a light drizzle. Lars heed the water no mind and stayed where he was, listening to the sound of water hitting the tombstones.Lars had been working on the grave since sunrise came up. The rain had considerably gone quieter that time and out of his own perseverance, Lars wanted to make something for Arvin. He made a promise to thank Rachelia again later for letting him do this in her family property's private cemetery.Arvin's grave was consisted of a small tombstone taken from reserves in the mansion's storage. The ground before it wasn't even disturbed as Arvin's body was not to be buried and at the time was being researched on. Still, Lars thought it was the least he could do to give the boy a proper funeral.Lars made a point to place Arvin's tombstone next to his father grave, which aside
The Twelve Scions Chapter 64: Partnership
Rukbat region at nighttime was one of Lars' most favorite sceneries he found so far in La Shania Mirepa. That is why when given the opportunity to travel cross - region, Rukbat was Lars' first choice. After a few hours on the road, Lars arrived just in time to witness the nightly scenery of Rukbat once again.The downtown lights were as charming as Lars remembered. Tiny stars of white, yellow or red colors were stretched as far as eyes could see. His awful memories of a certain mission aside, Lars had come to like the vibe he got from this region.Lars was sitting on a rooftop once again, enjoying the night scenery along with his dinner of lamb doner kebab. The juicy meat melted in his mouth in harmony with the extra hot spicy sauce and crispiness of fresh cucumbers. For every bite, Lars was thankful he made his stop at the right interstate gas station earlier.Sometime after finishing his kebab, Lars sensed something in the city. The foreign energy of silverstream easily felt st
The Twelve Scions Chapter 65: Memories in Lyme Belle
For once, Lars was happy to be proven wrong. He did return to Lyme Belle Theatre, and it had turned to be livelier than ever. Some mythfolks refugee of Mt. Alnath filled the vacant rooms there. Clops of centaurs' hooves echoed across the grand hall along with buzzing laughter of merry pixies."Good to see you again, young Scion."Vorpaltinger glided down from the balcony. Her strong flap of wings made a distinct echo across the theatre. She was wearing more modern clothes by then, trading her tribal dress with black crop top and denim shorts. Although her elegant black stilettos looked like a clash to her casual attire, Lars realized upon closer look that Vorpaltinger's feet was naturally pointed, like that of a rabbit, so the stilettos compensated her feet's shape."Ah hello, Vorpaltinger is it? Good to see you again too." Lars smiled to the therianthrope before looking around. "Where's Mell?""He left to scout the city this morning," Vorpaltinger said. "Take a rest inside whi
The Twelve Scions Chapter 66: Heavensbloom
After spending several days in Algedi, Lars decided to continue his journey to northeastern La Shania Mirepa, the Hamal region. He didn't get to visit here last time due to a certain unfinished business, so Lars was really looking forward to it.Lars rode off his sport bike on the interstate road, feeling the wind harshly hit his body as he picked up the speed. He passed over cars and trucks with relative ease, as if the motorcycle itself was a natural extension to Lars' own body.The sun was scorching hot that day, and Lars immediately felt it the moment he released his head from the helmet. He finally arrived in Hamal after roughly an hour and a half ride. Lars made his stop at a diner with tribal engravings over its columns and walls.Since Lars didn't know anyone in this region aside from Vayu, he decided to just circle around the region later after his lunch. He was intrigued by traditional food of Hamal tribe and ordered one to try. It was a whole crab marinated in foxtail
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