Prologue

I have been in many wars during my days in the Navy SEALS but this one is one of the worst of all wars.

“Ace Arcturus, do you copy? Emilie Hanson has fallen. I repeat, Emilie Hanson has fallen!” A young boy reached out to Emilie, trying to grab her out of fire range.

“Em!”

Now tasked with finding Nathreya’s sceptre, I have to find allies in high places, but I never knew one of my old childhood friend will help.

“Ace.”

“Ryan.”

Now, I have to find the sceptre and get it from the enemy’s hands before doomsday come and swallow us whole.

“Ace!” Ace turned around and looked at Ryan, who was beckoning at him to come to his side.

“I know what you’re thinking. Go. You are the only one well versed to retrieve the sceptre and the others and I will distract the enemies. Promise me that you will be safe.” Ace smiled softly at Ryan, “I will.” And ran to the battlefield.

I don’t know how my journey will end up but one thing I know is that everyone will die unless if the sceptre is retrieved before the winter solstice.

For I am Ace Arcturus, the chosen one of the gods.