Chapter 8:Ruinous Catalyst

Drowning into a lake of discriminated glances, Strella submerged herself into an unknown land of curses recalling hindrance memories of arrogant people backstabbing her with sharp phrases of a one-sided argument not even letting her create a rebuttal presenting their egregious monarch position avarice.

"Why is that girl living here?"

"This is so stupid, whoever let a girl settle into our golden castle must be brain dead"

"I agree, there must be a misunderstanding to our blood-rooted rule."

Capturing the misfortune of a soldier who even herself is an enemy, Szenzen flee from the setting of near-defeat battleground approaching a conclusion of a tie backing down to regain composure and energy on a route in all sides are the visible corpses of the animals she makes uses of functioning as a weapon against a hungry wolf.

"I'm I deluding?, so I'm still on my route."

"I will make use of this demonic luck"

"Sorry I use all of your life, I promise I will defeat her after I regain some of my Kinesa energy." "Again I'm sorry"

Onto the doom of the dark side smiling like a creep, Krezo frees himself with ease after putting the punisher tasting her own medicine but in much more humane as punching its crucial point to easily assassinate her like a target of big circular red to hit for an instant one point.

"Now, I must get out of here"

"Vincento is so influential, maybe he has some sort of connection to an alincesula just like the rumors are inflating."

As the light appears the shadow is always present, having a heart of flaming notorious wrathful uncontrolled bounty hunter, eyes of a cruel non-peace main pirate captain showing a conqueror's feats, a muscular body of a humanified bear, chests full of scars and bruises, and a back as clean as a white dessert not presenting any existing damages symbolizing a non-runner warrior, thus no clear image of cowardice.

"If you collapse, you must shatter to the front or stabilize the base shattering whilst remaining unmoved."

This initiative is one of the factors of Krezo's continuative marching forward of a highway of neverending finish until a sense of hope has been granted in his hand rightfully blessed with a false reality, shadows of the genuine object, and skeptical empiricism forcing his body to be purified on freedom, even him is scared to be unchained by this destiny.

Slowly climbing upstairs of a very-long staircase, must have been a very well dug dungeon, walking the shadowy darkness seeking for the light of retribution aligning his hand into the wall guiding to the rear exit of the second stage of this fraud hell.

In the next scenario of an uncontained realistic hell experience, Strella on her delusional tragic flashback burden still has not faded into venturing for purification, one sudden change of mood has spiked everything surrounding her inner heavy-weight consciousness and conflicts nearly harming her mentality also a threat of being hazardous of an unusual muttering of an obvious audible sound of poison grass, spoiled nobility redirects the epidemic discussion into a topic certainly would hit a fatal blow to her pathetic self specifying Vincento's foolishness on greeting her set on equal stages with the authority of this diamond core royal family.

"That Vincento greets this pretentious royalty here, she needs to behave herself and wash the dishes like her mother whom a dirty maid." said quietly by a random privileged royalty with a sip on golden glasses of red wine."

"Really?!, the grandson of Great Klayto looks up on equal to that peasant there?"

"It's true, what is the new generation of De Vairrere have become"

"Yeah, this is disappointing" conversation of two royalty who got to become nobles just because of their businesses and influences.

A sudden shift of mood occurs into a surface of a rainy cloud, the cloud then rages her storm of strings and strains of lightning and acid raindrops. Strella's kinesa develops into an undreamed form, cracking the mirror of fate the magic ball has predicted unleashes her aura in a newly renovated form turning her red rosaceous eye and orange-magma aura to become dragon-like dark eyes and the bluish sapphire flame aura, sprouting and invading the atmosphere uncontrollably.

"Vincento is a good guy, why do you talk shit about him?"

"You can release that unpleasant bad breath into my nose, but one wrong way of exhalation, you're dead"

Standing from the ground dropping the vase and burning the Crossella Roses into ashes, with black long hair bangs like Sadako glimpsing a single eye of demise and wrathful desires appoint the killing directing its burning ceases to a low-willed creature which is Szenzen that's currently retreating and evacuating from the volcanic eruption of an awakened volcano from a hundred years of slumber.

Amid spring of an ongoing predictable plan, Krezo achieved midpoint escape entering the second floor, concluding the staircase is positioned alternately for no easy escape, passing each cell prisoning people on appearance like normal people who mind their own busy monkey business functioning the whole floor like a demanding factory. Out of curiosity silently investigating the area and the purpose of the people seeing to be all women, upon trying to initiate conversation got ignored repetitively, getting annoyed by such arrogance of the puppet of purposes peeking what they're doing.

"Oh? such ignorance?!"

"Can you see? I can crush you all easily with my hand single-handedly even with a blindfold"

"Oh, Ok?!" "Let me see what you slaves doing"

"So the second floor is the production place of that "greenish fake-ass drug" huh?!"

TO BE CONTINUED.