Chapter 97 HIS LONGINGS AND INDENIALS

• EMERY GRACE CONRAD 
• Confusion was as if I was underestimating what was happening that I have greatly misunderstood. Only if I could throw a fit fret and that was perfectly suited to how I can befittingly define the situation I’ve been unaware of, yet left with no choice to run and escape. To come face to face with Eligor whose absence had I valiantly longs for, despite knowing it may be him or not. I don’t know. Likewise, baffled to where I was, to begin with. The woman disappears or is it me that has been sent to dwell into another dimension? Or perhaps, I was back to eons where blood water the soil, and lands thrive towards the warring lords in hostile against power and dominion among all of the things that walk, and live.
• “Tell me your name.” The tone of his voice so cold as though crafted from how merciless his aura emitted, the rooms that he fills with great honor, yet mortified subordinates express his overwhelming authority.