Nile felt his chest ache every time he inhaled air. Yuria and Jared felt the same and Yuria cried in fear. Ashriel grinned her teeth. The three inhaled a lot of that poisonous gas.             “Stop crying,” Nile said and cough. “You’re worsening your situation, Ria.” He added as his voice faltered. Yuria crumpled her chest firmly as she swallowed the lump on her throat. It hurts so bad for a three-year-old girl.            After a minute, Siel found the antidote Venice gave to Ashriel before she left. Ashriel suddenly felt her chest ache as well but ignored it. Jared lied on the mossy ground, unable to breat

The room was quiet, and the only sound that echoed throughout the whole room was Olive’s pen being tapped on the glass table. She took a deep breath and sighed deeply, then breathed again. She looked at her phone and saw that the code had been sent. Olive tapped her pen again as her feet shook. She leaped from her seat when the heavy door burst open, revealing a huge figure.        “Y-Your Majesty,” Olive stuttered and bowed her head in respect. “What brings you here?”       Valor looked at Olive, and his gaze fell on her phone. He frowned, and his eyes narrowed. “I just want to check something. Now that I

   Olive slumped into the black leather settee, calmly blowing softly on the surface of her steaming cup of tea. The aroma filled the air as her lips slightly curved a small smile. She is in a good mood. Olive inhaled the aroma as the peaceful morning started. That’s what she thought.            “Quickly! Move quickly!”            “Cover the whole palace!”            “Secure the Ruler!”

  It happened again. The devastating incident that none of them wanted to experience unexpectedly happened again. They lost their Ruler, their Leader, their Head. The whole Cadre and Elder grieved with Ashriel's demise. They cannot even see her body, only her ashes. After the Elders learned the devastating news about Ashriel's death and Edom's comeback, Emmette decided not to announce Ashriel's death. None of them are in the mood to fight yet. Moreover, it was hard for them to shake off the thought that their Ruler died because of them.            The Elders and Cadre slowly left the palace one by one after hiding Ashriel's ashes inside her room, where only a few people were allowed to enter. All of them went to where they wanted to go to grieve personally. Nathan refused to go

Nathan sat on the bench beside the lake and gazed at the shining water with the moonlight. He saw a figure lumbering towards him on the shoulder of the road. It was a dark silhouette of a woman. A very familiar woman. She then sauntered and stopped a few miles from him.                      “What do you want?” Nathan asked with his usual code tone. The woman smiled, not fazed by his coldness towards her anymore.           “Don’t be in denial. I bet you know it already, Nathan.” She started with a husky voice due to the cold breeze. “I received a letter from Zillianie through Olive, and I was totally fazed towards the message.”