The villain's side of the novel-Novel



Fray realized that the true source of power lay in the Law that was intricately bound to his soul, a legendary force. However, he soon discovered that achieving this objective was a formidable challenge. The initial and crucial step toward attaining his goal was to comprehend the Law that resonated within his soul. Yet, no matter how hard Fray tried, he couldn't unravel this enigmatic Law. Understanding that he must first connect with his soul to grasp its nature, Fray found even this initial step more difficult than anticipated.

Within the realm Fray found himself, his perspective was limited, positioned at the feet of Narod, who towered over him, while his golden soul, the elusive goal, floated at the same height as Narod's head, hundreds of meters away. Stranded in this space without a physical form or means of movement, Fray longed to draw closer to his soul and search for clues about its Law. Yet, without the ability to move or interact physically, Fray's efforts proved fruitless. Fray realizes that the only way to control this place is by concentrating on his thoughts but despite months of trying, he made no progress.

Each soul possessed a unique bond with its Law, and Fray knew that this journey was one he had to undertake alone, without external aid. He had read about the individual paths that soul owners had to traverse to reach their goals, further emphasizing the solitary nature of his struggle.

An hour later, Fray emerged from his meditation, surrounded by countless cemetery bees in a tranquil graveyard. He rose from the ground, observing his companions, Elisa and the rest of the team, who coincidentally concluded their own arduous training. The team members slumped onto the ground, visibly drained from the demanding session. Sweat adorned their foreheads, reflecting in the dim light. They breathed heavily, bearing the signs of exhaustion etched upon their faces, their eyes heavy with weariness.

Isha, with her disheveled appearance and perspiration-dampened hair clinging to her forehead, appeared notably fatigued. Her vibrant spirit had waned, replaced by a weariness that burdened her. Leaning against a nearby pole, she sat with slouched shoulders, breathing heavily. In a slightly trembling voice, she muttered, "Phew... This was even more challenging than the cave training."

"Indeed, I'm relieved it's over. Looks like the master has finished his training too," added the weary boy, number four, as he glanced toward Fray.

"Should we go talk to him?" suggested number five.

The discussion among the teenagers puzzled the rest of the raiding team, who observed the close bond these youngsters shared with the head of the family. It was common knowledge that the family head was a dangerous individual, and even these trained warriors, who had dedicated their lives to the family's cause, preferred to maintain a certain distance. Yet, these teenagers had developed a unique connection with Fray, owing their lives to him and having shared meals together. This familiarity put them at ease in his presence. Lately, their opportunities for interaction had been limited, and now they sought a chance to catch up.

"It's not the right time," intervened Sina, who also wanted to speak with Fray, interrupting the teenagers' discussion. She glanced at Elisa, who was making her way toward Fray.

"Good morning, sir," greeted Elisa calmly, her expression contrasting the fatigue evident in the rest of the team.

"Good morning, Elisa. Is the training progressing well?" Fray asked, wiping the sweat off his face with a small towel.

"Yes, I believe they will be ready before the attack date. The equipment you crafted has been incredibly helpful," replied Elisa.

"Have they trained on that Formation yet?" Fray inquired.

Elisa shook her head gently, her expression conveying a hint of anticipation. "Not yet, sir. They are not quite prepared for that level of training. However, based on their current pace, I am confident they will be ready very soon."

Concluding the brief conversation with Elisa, Fray made his way back inside the mansion, intending to have breakfast after a refreshing shower. As he walked, a random thought crossed his mind, (That woman should be here soon.)

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Nestled several kilometers away from Iskar City, the magnificent castle stood as a timeless bastion amidst the heart of a lush and dense forest. Its imposing presence commanded attention, surrounded by massive walls that stretched high into the sky. Crafted from sturdy stone, the walls bore the marks of age and wisdom, weathered by the passage of time and the whispers of history.

The castle's architecture exuded an air of grandeur and opulence, a testament to the wealth and power of the Arezo family. Towering turrets adorned the corners, reaching towards the heavens, their elegant spires reaching an apex that seemed to brush against the clouds. The intricate stonework showcased meticulous craftsmanship, each nook and cranny telling a tale of the skilled artisans who had dedicated themselves to its creation.

A broad and imposing gate served as the portal into the castle's inner sanctum. Fashioned from sturdy iron, the gate stood as a guardian, welcoming those who were deemed worthy. Its surface bore ornate designs, and intricate patterns that hinted at the family's history and prestige. As the gates swung open, revealing the castle's secrets, they creaked with a sense of ancient mystery, as if whispering tales of centuries gone by.

At the castle's grand entrance, members of the Arezo family, led by their head, Lester, awaited the arrival of a distinguished guest, Mr. Adam. Standing beside Lester was a captivating young woman, approximately nineteen or twenty years old, with brown hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, and an alluring blend of maturity and innocence.

"Welcome to Arezo Castle, Mr. Adam," Lester greeted, his gaze fixed on an aged man dressed in a long white robe. The man stood calmly before a massive dimensional portal.

"Thank you, Mr. Lester," Adam responded courteously.

"And this is my beautiful daughter, Aya. I hope the Master will take a liking to her," Lester remarked, a smile adorning his face.

Hearing Lester's words, Adam, who had a granddaughter of his own, felt a pang of disgust. He couldn't help but think, (He speaks as though he's selling her. What a repugnant creature.)

As Lester proudly introduced his daughter, Aya, to Adam, a flicker of discomfort crossed her face upon hearing her father's words. She fought to maintain a composed facade, but her eyes betrayed a mix of resignation and inner turmoil. Aya had long been aware of her father's intentions and his penchant for treating her as a pawn in his intricate games of power and influence.

A tumultuous sea of emotions surged within her. She felt a pang of resentment towards her father, who seemed to view her as a mere object to be traded for favor and alliances. Aya had aspirations of her own, dreams that extended beyond being a bargaining chip in her family's political machinations. She yearned for genuine connections, for a life filled with purpose and autonomy.

Suppressing the surge of frustration, Aya forced a delicate smile to her lips, masking her true feelings. She was well-versed in the art of concealment, adept at portraying an image of compliance and obedience to maintain the delicate balance within her family. With a flicker of sadness in her eyes, she silently acknowledged the weight of her circumstances, the reality of her existence tethered to the whims and desires of others.

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There's a new writer, who helps me modifier the chapters, from now on the writing style will stay like this, and we will change the previous chapters as well, the plot won't change but the writing style will change a lot, I highly recommend you guys to revisit the from the first chapter, it will be a very different experience. 

Ps: we didn't finish yet but if you start from chapter one, you won't be able to catch up with our progress. 

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