106 Sweet Dreams

Orchard Street, Delmar City

Inside a lavish mansion in district-A were only the most wealthy and those of royal blood can stay was a dimly lit bedroom. Beautiful paintings, furniture, and other commodities surrounded the luxurious canopy bed that cradled Randell to sleep. A peaceful smile was on Randell's face as he had a pleasant dream about the death and destruction of all magi and cultivators.

Randell dreamt of there horrific screams as they ran threw the streets away from the people they once oppressed. While he leads the revolution against the false gods and tore down all their monuments and replaced them with spikes that had the heads of those mortal men once feared.

Drool slipped out of Randell's mouth onto his pillow as he slept in bliss. It was a pleasant monument shared by Randell and the eyes that watched him as well. The figure attached to the cold emotionless eyes that blended well into the shadows watched on as Randell peacefully slept for a while before uttering two words.

"Wake up"

The owner of those cold eyes words were not met with the reply of Randell confused and demanding of an explanation, but by the sound of a compact automatic weapon similar to an uzi firing over 100 enchanted rounds in the direction, the voice came from. In the time it took Randell to point his weapon in the mysterious voices direction a second dark form stepped in front of the first.

As the uzi rapidly fired it produced flashes of light that gave Randell brief glimpses of hundreds of hungry mouths greedily devouring each and every bullet that was supposed to tear thew its targets.

When Randell saw that a hate filled word escaped his lips, "magi".

Assuming the worst Randell made every attempt to leave. He tried to activate one of the mystic items he held close by, but his body suddenly became stiff. Randell couldn't move a single inch as all the lights in the room were swiftly turned on.

With the lights on Randell quickly got a good look at the disturbing figure he only glimpsed at before. Hundred of black lines crisscrossing across a body with no kind of discernible facial features.

The strange persons was Creeg as for the man he was protecting he wore a fancy suit dyed in his signature color purple with his uniquely styled green hair. It was the unmistakable figure of Eliot Row, he was unfazed by the gunshots and only cared about getting some dust off his clothes at the moment.

Cleaned up Eliot Pushed Creeg aside and walked forward a bit as he began to greet Randell. "Mr. Randell Roffe my name is Eliot Row. I'm quite sorry for the unannounced visit and intruding into your home, but we need to have a little chat".

Eliot looked around the fancy room that had suddenly become a mess then ignored that small problem as he turned to give Creeg a simple order as he pointed at a spot on the floor, "Creeg, chair now".

Randell couldn't move nor could he speak at the moment because he was restrained by a shadow that extended from Creeg's body. If Randell could speak it would have been about the miracle Eliot had just performed.

Randell half believed he was still asleep as he witnessed a mage obediently kneel on the floor and become a chair for Eliot to sit on despite there being a perfectly good chair a few steps to their left.

After Eliot witnessed Edgar and Creeg so easily kneel in front of a demigod he had lost any kind of respect for them that he could possibly give. Their greatest use to him now was equal to that of a portable chair.

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Eliot didn't care about the ranks people in Theotera valued so much or how man planets a person could blow up with a wave of their hand. Eliot believed so long as you could lie, cheat, and scheme against someone then the battle is never truly lost. There are all kinds of legends were mortals win against gods so why not him why not everyone.

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"It's dark why is it so dark?" were the only words that Desmond had said consistently to himself since the event at the steel mill. All around him was nothing but darkness the perception of time for Desmond was infinitely short as it was long. He couldn't tell the difference between a minute and an hour or an hour vs. a day.

So, Desmond had no clew how long he had been in darkness, but despite that Desmond didn't mind. He had no thoughts about leaving where he was because Desmond after such a long time of worrying whether his stay on Theotera would be cut short Desmond only felt peace instead of worry. But, in the end in the back of his mind, he still wondered the same thing, why it was so dark?

After a long time or short Desmond couldn't tell the difference the endless darkness continued till a great change happened. From the darkness came a sound it was a voice that was not his own. At first, there was only one then two the voices kept multiplying till Desmond couldn't distinguish them from his own.

The voices caused Desmond's soul to rumble it caused a great amount of pain throughout Desmond's entire body forcing him awake. As Desmond shot straight up and opened his eyes an impossible scene was before him.

A dark grey ground with rocks and craters all over clearly illuminated by the sun's rays. Stars dotted the sky while a broken planet not bearing the slightest resemblance to earth loomed over from above.

Desmond struggled to come to grips with what he was seeing, but he knew it was probably true.

"Impossible how did I get on the moon".