The Conquerors Path

702  Chapter 701-Past Not Written In History.

ʼI just donʼt know what to think here....ʼ

Angelina thought as she watched this tragic scene, she who had watched everything from the beginning to end could only feel a certain throbbing deep within her heart. She had seen the little boy rise to live up to the stand set to be a hero, him trying his best to bear the burdens only he can, so that he can protect the ones he loves yet at the end of it all, the duties Austin bears only gaining down pain upon him.

ʼHow could such a man exist?ʼ

The mere thought of such a man out there with such scars yet fighting forth only going forth to show an impossible situation to Angelina, while the scene deeply pained her heart, the hidden desire of the man that can give her one true love started to bubble forth from her heart, that little dirty dark desire sparking forth to engulf her whole body.

A certain comradeship-like feeling started to bloom, the thought that perhaps only she knows of his past scars, his burdens, bringing forth to create a certain unique connection within her mind, a connection making her feel that they were destined, a unique destiny binding them forth.

ʼAh.....destiny.....ʼ

The thought of such destined love going forth to make Angelinaʼs body heat up, the pressure of the entire dreamscape going forth to bang again and again against her mental mind, bringing out the deepest marks of fantasy and desires with her mind, slowly bringing it forth to make Austin the one and only greatest legacy for her to escort for.

The process kept happening in real time as Austin hidden within the veil watched this with hidden intentions, his mind reeling through the process, the pressure he kept towards her bloodline, the restrictions he gave her, pushing forth to support the pressure of fantasy he is placing in her mind, the whole script coming forth getting more and more twisted.

ʼThis is just the beginning....ʼ

Austin thought with a smile, the scene in front of Angelina slowly started to change, the images flashing.

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ʼWhatʼs happening now?ʼ

Angelina asked herself suppressing the madness flashing through her body, her mind reeling, crashing, breaking and reforming as the whole world around her started to shake, the images started to distort, the beautiful dreamscape seemingly starting to get corrupted as a new scenario started to take place.

ʼWhat is this?ʼ

Angelina asked herself as she felt dark tendrils of roots break out from within the ground and start entangling around her, keeping her in place. For a moment a trace of panic flashed through Angelinaʼs mind before it turned calm, her gaze being turned towards the ʼscreenʼ in front of her as a past that she couldnʼt understand started to be played.

The scene forth going forth to show an extremely beautiful and seductive demon, one that seemed to match a much more mature saga appeared, the demon in question being a woman with light pink skin, sexy body, with horns on her head and a playfully dancing tail in the shape of love bouncing side by side.

ʼ?!ʼ

But the main thing that took away Angelinaʼs attention was that the woman looked exactly similar to her! At least the woman looked very much like her, granted a much more seductive and mature version than the current her. And before she could say anything or even understand it, the scene flashed, a world of death and decay being put forth.

The lands on the ground looked dead, blood flowed through the lands, with bodies of the dead spread all around. The whole world seemed to reek of war and within the scenario the demon woman was flashed. She, with a seductive smile, spoke.

”So you are the famous traveler of Archeryu?”

Even though she spoke with a jolly tone, Angelina resonated with her. She could feel the deep sadness in the womanʼs eyes from the surroundings, the war around taking both a physical and emotional toll on her.

”What if I am him?”

The responded voice shocked Angelina for the voice resembled Austin! The scene going forth to show a man that eerily resembled Austin but a much more mature version, the man having some scars across his face, while a beautiful huge bow laid on his back, the manʼs aura not backing against the power pressure coming from the woman in front of him.

”Simple.....die!”

With those words the woman lunged forth to kill the man, her feelings turning to numb as she moved to kill. The man in question wasnʼt one to be taken down easily, the two of them putting forth a world-tumbling battle, its remnants breaking the world around them.

ʼThe two of them must be at least of the Imperial realm, but what is this?ʼ

As Angelina asked herself this, the fight got more and more brutal, their destructive powers destroying the whole place around, the two of them being evenly matched as they fought each other. And while this happened, the mind of Angelina started to work in full throttle, different ideas running through her mind.

Their words, the images of the world, the feelings of the woman all going forth to only point to a certain path and arriving at the end of it Angelinaʼs eyes widened.

ʼIs this the past? But how?! Why?!ʼ

As Angelinaʼs mind got more and more complex, the battle seemed to have almost reached its finale, the two of them grievously hurt, looked at each other with panting breaths and before the two of them could make a move, the world started to shake, from below the ground gave up and swallowed the two, the two of them falling into a trap, a labyrinth meant to hold and kill them.

”Damn it! it was a labyrinth pull!”

The woman screamed as she felt the dense corrupted mana around her, the lingering fog making it even harder to trace anything. The two enemies looking at each other, the same idea running through their minds as they nodded their head, a temporary truce had being formed.

ʼWhy is this? Is this all true? Whatʼs happening here?ʼ

While all these questions kept flashing through Angelinaʼs mind, the scene kept playing, the powers the woman used being eerily similar to hers. It didnʼt take long for Angelina to understand the fact that the two of them shared a bloodline and thus the scene kept playing, the powerful labyrinth keeping them locked up in there.

Time ticking by as the two tried to escape, the whole labyrinth being built with at least 300 levels, meant to break its challengers, each one more dangerous than the next. Yet as time passed by a certain atmosphere started to form between the two previous enemies, the amount of life-saving, the fights with each other, helping each other, it all going forth to form a certain ambiguous atmosphere.

Angelina watched as the man fell first in love, he risking his life, almost dying as he saved the womanʼs life, the two of them soon forming another strong bond after it, the budding love between the two of them at this moment of the great time of war only going forth to make them hesitate on taking any action.

With each floor being passed, with each life being saved, the love between them only got stronger and stronger, yet not one of them spoke a word about it, the fear of the current scenario, the norms that the society of war placed upon them painted a picture where a happy future might not arrive for the two.

Or perhaps the two of them yearned to express it after leaving the hell hole they were surviving in, as the story unfolded, the beauty of the scene made Angelinaʼs heart start to beat faster and faster.

The scene of the first love as Angelina saw before playing in her mind, the jealousy she had at that time being comforted a bit now, several emotions flooding her whole body as Angelina asked herself.

ʼWere we lovers even in a past life?ʼ

This romantic history or past, this connection muddling the fantastical desire for pure destined love started to erode the mind of Angelina, the great desire she thought that she could never get going forth to fight harder and harder again, Angelinaʼs eyes slowly started to darken.....