Back at the underground where only glowing Peirce now wearing Node's torn jacket, Sniffia and Node with Lazarus humming his way as he leads through the enlightened tunnel. “Walking through this tunnel reminds me of the ice bears lair.” Node said, looking around.“Are we totally going to trust this guy’s stories?” Sniffia questioned, “I’m never leaving here without confirming it first from Lord Jared. Where is he again?!”“Hm. Lord Jared, so that was the scar face name.” Lazarus said as though he knew not his name while picking his nose.“Hey!” Sniffia stopped at the middle of the walk. “He is suspicious. I don’t like him at all. Do you even know the way out of here?”Lazarus stopped also with Peirce and Node. Then the man gave an exasperated sigh, lowering his head as he scratched both eyes with his fingers.“Look here kid, I don’t min

At the southwestern part of the city, Jared flew around as his tummy rubbles while dodging few shots of gray arrows in forms of flashes hurling from the one with the multicolored beanie covering his head and ears. Most of his shots hitting the grounds, the collapsed buildings and few standing buildings; His small wooden guitar behind him loss every strings related to the numbers of arrows he shot at Jared as he did once again one of the string behind evanished.  “Hmmm…” The middle-aged male having a grandiose and a muscled body was seen as his brown dreadlocks packed upward gently swaying in the cool wind, he brushed his balbo beard while kneeling on one of the building's top and his other hand on the side of his face looking as though he was pin pointing Jared’s movement as he flew around. Few moments later, Jared slowly landed on a concreted ground illuminated by few little glowing crystal

Under the high-ceilinged luxurious circular room, surrounded by numerous green plants attached to the white walls of the room which green leaves glowed in greens every night. Placed on the well designed fire place at left corner of the room, a large anthurium flower that gently moved in a slow, soft crackling way by the light breeze coming from the only large opened window in the room—so gracious. The room was furnished with seven iconic white chairs tinted with gold all over having small decorated wooden table at their side, the six chairs faced each other, few feet apart with the only cushioned chair the old man sat on having a support on each sides, front them all. Meanwhile Dante’s grandfather observed the child standing, he could visibly see a violently hot vigor spewing out of the young man’s body in a dominating hazy-female figure in white flames clinching upon his shoulders also glaring back at the old man enough to make one shiver

The center of the city was much more deserted than never before, craters of all sizes was imprinted on the ground and roughly circular holes on the walls disfiguring the buildings in it, furthermore cracked several stony arms and faces of the colossus sculptures overspread the city. The two henchman and woman were spotted with little or no expression on their faces standing on the colossus sculptures' smashed body laying flat in the muddy ground: one heavily destroyed from it’s upper torso while the other looking as though it’s lower body was absconded in a semicircle pattern.    From their left, audible sounds of shattering stones and splattering on the muddy grounds was heard as one debris amidst mud formed into a hand then it got penetrated once again as the transfigured henchman flew through while holding closely his olive colored cocked brimmed hat on his head, going with a swung also running to meet Gage in his iconic armour which reflected most of th

Few days later. Families, clans, tribes of the Humanes but not all, quietly stood in a lofty, artistically room one could see four great, glamour ancestral post in form of a armour figure supporting the construction of the large rectangular hall with watchful attention in respect to the ritual happening at the center of it amidst all these were the praetorian guards positioned in their dashing red suit of armor at every corner.At the center, a elevated platform was seen as Great-grandmother standing with her face up in a light beige gown under a long chlamys around the shoulders down. Her black eyes reflects the new moon above the only opening central hole on the decorated roof as she chanted raising her old hands up high as her grey hair and wrinkled face slightly shook.“The heavens declare this day, the earth witness this hour. Memories unto Memories, life unto life. Who knows the strongest force? Who has seen it? Who has feel it? Let today by the mixing of b