Mortal Realm, the Endless Sunlight Dominion.

    A young man no older than fifteen could be seen tracing a land-rich in nature.

    Golden clear puddles could be seen here and there, towering trees basked under the endless source of light flourished, and even mutated animals that adapted to the terrain could be seen running around in harmony—there were no bloodshed or power struggles in this domain.

    It was a peaceful dominion governed by the all-seeing light, killing anything that was considered hostile.

    As the young man was walking, several light strikes struck him—from above powerfully, quaking the ground but those strikes did absolutely nothing to him. Not to mention, he did nothing but trace down the path but the all-seeing light still deemed him a threat.

    Every single light strike was nullified by the crimson wings decorating the young man''s back.

    Boom!

    Boom!

    More and more light strikes struck him as he got closer to the heart of the dominion.

    Eventually, he arrived under the all-seeing light and saw its brilliance cascading down like a waterfall.

    Kaboom!

    Instead of mere light strikes, he was now struck by an endless stream of light beams—that threatened to evaporate his existence from within the dominion. However, it was still ineffective, the crimson wings were too strong of a protection for the all-seeing light.

    Just as the young man was about to reach for the light waterfall with his hand, a voice stopped him.

    "Stelios,"

    Upon hearing this, the young man, Stelios stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

    Behind him was a divine bird, a dove with pristine white feathers that were longer on its tails.

    It looked like a normal mutated bird but its eyes, glowing golden showed otherwise.

    "I thought I''m too filthy for you to come visit, brother," Stelios mumbled with a slightly mocking tone, knowing exactly who he was talking to, the one in control of this dove. "Oh, I''m sorry... Should I call you the Original Darkness now? Or are there any other names you want me to address you with?"

    "I''ve done what you needed me to do so go away unless you have other instructions" He turned away.

    But then, the dove spoke again, "Hand over his head and I''ll spare your eyes from my sight"

    As soon as it said that, Stelios paused.

    Seeing this, the dove instantly realized what that pause meant, "I came here when I heard you''ve met and fought that Demi-god, that Werewolf. But could it be that you failed to take him down? You''ve grown weaker, brother..."

    "Your forte is killing, and Werewolves are your favorite target—and you failed? Funny." It pressed on.

    Regardless of what it said, Stelios remained silent.

    He has no good excuse to refute.

    "Funny...?" Stelios sneered in ridicule as he glanced at the dove once more. "What''s funny is my high and mighty brother, who was now the new Origin of the Angel race came running here immediately to confirm whether that Demi-god was dead or not. Are you perhaps..."

    Pivoting his body, Stelios approached the dove with steady steps.

    He then leaned forward as his tongue flicked out, darting between his teeth as he hissed, "Threatened?"

    Upon hearing this, the dove scoffed.

    "A patron of mine was interested in him and I''m here to find out what''s there to be interested about that Demi-god," It answered in a relaxed manner, not riled even the slightest bit by Stelios. "If you failed to kill him then hand me his blood"

    "No, I''m not going to let you steal my prey," Stelios answered firmly.

    Swoosh!

    Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed the dove roughly with his hand as it tried to break free to no avail.

    Slowly, Stelios brought the dove closer to his face, "I''m going to be the one to kill him..."

    Splash!

    As soon as he said that, he tightened his grip and killed the dove instantly—forcing the other person''s mind—who was controlling the dove to be extracted forcefully. Once that was done, Stelios turned around and reached for the light waterfall.

    Just then, the cascade of light separated—creating an opening for Stelios to step inside.

    Once his foot stepped inside, the light beam disappeared, and the door also closed on its own.

    Rex shook it off, snarling tirelessly.

    But the pack was relentless, their movements coordinated, and for some reason—even when there was an opportunity to get into the cave, they stayed on their grounds. Almost as if they have a code, to kill him first before entering.

    Each of their moves was coordinated, their hunger for malice insatiable.

    Rex fought hard, with all he had.

    But his body was failing, his vision blurred, and the wounds overwhelmed him.

    The wolves were too many.

    As he struggled to stand up on three legs, the last wolf appeared.

    Larger than the others, its fur blacker than his like the void, its eyes empty yet piercing.

    The Wolf of Death.

    It moved slowly, deliberately, as it knew that time was on its side with Rex bleeding out.

    The other wolves parted, giving it space as if it were the Alpha.

    Rex tried to stand taller, to growl, to intimidate, but his body had no strength remaining.

    And finally, when he stumbled, the Wolf of Death lunged.

    Its teeth viciously sank into his throat.

    Pain exploded, white-hot and searing, but Rex kept trying to claw it, to do something, anything.

    But he couldn''t, he was helpless.

    His began to limp—he collapsed and his vision darkened gradually.

    The Wolf of Death stepped over him, its breath cold against his fur.

    Soon, the other wolves followed from behind, following the Wolf of Death''s lead, their claws scraping against the stone as they entered the cave while Rex couldn''t do anything to stop them but choke on his own blood.

    It was then—the screams began.

    High-pitched, desperate, filled with terror—but the worst part was that the screams were familiar.

    Rex recognized all of their voices.

    Angered and desperate, he tried to howl, not knowing what he was expecting from doing it, but only a weak whimper escaped. The sounds of tearing, of snapping, of agony filled the air. Rex closed his eyes, but he couldn''t block it out.

    He was forced to listen as his beacon of lights was snuffed out.

    The cave, the place where he deemed sanctuary was uplifted and turned into a tomb.

    Nothing he could do anymore, he was defeated.

    And it was then, he woke up.

    Rex opened his eyes slowly and adapted to the surroundings.

    It was all a nightmare, a vivid nightmare that struck his mind like a bullet but he wasn''t gasping, he was not sweating, only his heart was pounding inside his chest. The screams still echoed in his ears, but the cave was gone.

    Even the wolves were gone.

    Only the memory of it remained, a reminder of what was at stake.

    Realizing that it was all a dream should be a relief but Rex didn''t feel relieved at all.

    A dream about wolves has always been a foresight, the people of Dupok City said that they were cursed for driving out the wolves from their natural habitat and turning it into a city. Rex didn''t believe it before, but with how his mother described the howling wolves and how he saw a wolf the moment when his mother died, he had no choice but to believe it.

    Death, huh... Is that a prophecy? Will I really die before I can create a sanctuary? Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

    Is death going to claim me soon?

    His nightmare wasn''t only a nightmare, he believed it by heart and he needed to change the outcome.

    As his mind recovered from the nightmare, Rex lifted his gaze and saw a woman sitting in front of him.

    "You''re awake, good..." She mumbled lightly.