Chapter 3

'I guess he really is the boy of the prophecy...' His eyes narrowed as he peered into my soul, analyzing every fiber of my being.

He looked at my eyes which had begun to stream out in tears. At the same time, unlike the rest of my eyes that were filled to the brim with tears, my irises themselves were as hollow and empty as the Sahara desert itself.

"I see..." A wry smile stretched from the corners of his mouth before his arm stretched towards my neck, grabbing me off the floor like some kind of weightless item.

"I'm going back to the ship. Don't mourn over the human for too long, you are a princess after all." The man said his departing words before finally disappearing alongside me.

Everything around me warped and stretched to create a tunnel with millions of different colors, some that I had seen, and others that left me mesmerized.

Before I knew it, I was now at a very high altitude while being held up by the neck, consequently strangling me in the process.

The surface of the area we arrived in seemed to have been made out of a dark gold, bent and molded into plates that had been placed with the utmost mastery.

This was a ship... An enormous one at that.

"I'll kill you!" I tried to struggle out of his iron-clad grip, yet it was all for naught. My eyes were still dull and almost lifeless, yet deep within them, you could see a powerful burning hatred forming and expanding at a tremendous pace.

"It's over, Ezra. This is the end of the human race." He finally let go of my neck, allowing me to breathe again, yet I immediately choked on my saliva and began to cough violently.

Looking up, I ultimately met the eyes of a man in the distance, his blood-red eyes piercing and analyzing me from head to toe while everything from his aura to his black and red armor screamed extravagance.

My body instinctively forced me to look away and into the distant cities that had been decimated beyond recognition, and the city under the ship we stood on was no exception.

A scorching hot trail seemed to have slit the city in half like a hot knife through butter.