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The Stonehearted Knight

Heaven favors the strong and wealthy. Hex realized that the day he was thrown out of the cloister and into the slums. He vowed to become the baron and show what being strong meant. To forge his own destiny, Hex scavenged the mountains, braving the cold solitude with a smile. At last, one day, he gained his chance on the verge of life and death. Even then, society and Fate tried to interfere. Faced with death, his Will didn’t waver and he gritted through, forcing his Heart to awaken. The Stone Heart in his chest defied his destiny and helped him write his own. Emboldened by his Heart of Stone, he walked the path to his dreams. His dreams, however, threatened to put him in the middle of the crossfire between Powers that could destroy Earth and Sky. Hex couldn’t allow his dreams to shatter. So, he sought to destroy all those who threatened his dreams. Follow a young man on his quest to fulfill his dreams, even if it meant to destroy Heaven and Earth. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join to engage in discussions and endless talks about Fate, destiny, dreams, and whatever you desire. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3

JayScribe · Fantasy
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308 Chs

Roar of despair (3)

Tears. Blood. And pain.

These three filled his vision when the blurriness disappeared.

The moment Hex fused with his soul and roared, the voice in his head disappeared. His thought reappeared, albeit a bit slow. He understood he had been under control. He clenched his fist in anger but the sob following pained him. 

He looked down. He saw her teary-eyed face, wincing in pain and with blood seeping from her throat. The marks resembled claw marks. Claws like his.

This couldn't be happening. The memory of holding something soft and warm in his hand returned. Althea gasped for breath. The pain in this cold seemed to burn. Hex placed his hand – no his claw on top of the wound. There was very little nature element left but he didn't care. He applied all of it to the wound. Hoping, wishing to heal whatever damage he inflicted upon the distressed girl.