In response to the demand which the Commander of the Allied Forces of the Twin Realms made, as regards the creatures which bear a significant resemblance to the soul signature of the one who had been a headache to most of the seven heavens, I write this report.  The first encounter so far was with the one who had called himself Helios, Helios, the Ascender of chaos and the eleventh born of the Ascender folk. How he had come to be, we do not categorically know but what is of general belief is that the Ascenders have all emanated from Trixius who is currently serving his time in a soul dimension.  Trixius the Great was inarguably powerful. He was powerful to the extent that he had to be lured out of his power before any attack could be meaningful against him. It was in that time in which he had been lured out of his body that the Gods and the other sp

For time without numbers, there has been a search for the bloodlines and various creatures. One of which is the most obvious reason, the bloodlines of certain unique creatures allow for their meats to be extremely delicious when cooked. It is therefore often preferred when culinary tastes are being considered. Creatures which have some special kinds of power or have their soul class growing all the way past Elite and beyond taste great just as well. And more often than not, those creatures with the most unique bloodlines, the most powerful forms and makeups are the creatures which taste the best in the pots. While spirit beings do not often have to eat, it is not said anywhere that one may not involve oneself in the tastes and the pleasantness of meat and flesh. Creatures which have arisen from the bloodlines of others, creatures which have several bloodlines in them, whether tainted or not, are often ideal if the first options discussed above are not

Regardless of how he wanted to protest against the whole thing, Bayo knew he could do very little about it. Yasmin knew more about his own soul than he did and so, it would only be reasonable about what Yasmin had said and that he had to listen to it. Perhaps, maybe when he had gained mastery of his own soul, he would know how to come up with ways to overcome restrictions like this.Still, nothing could be changed. Nor could his regrets  for his little knowledge change anything. He was going to be a child and there was only little he could do about that. Having resigned himself to fate now, Byao pondered over the way the others would receive him now.What would his body be doing just about now? Would he already be morphing and all of that? He wondered. And if he was morphing already, would they already know that this was what was happening to him or would

Betrayed by his one kind, Argam, the Death Wall of the Inner Consort has found a place, welcomed here in the arms of the loving and thoughtful governance of the Draconian Confederacy. Having learnt the abominable technique in which he has foundmastery in, at least, in the eyes of the Irunmole who had ruled the mastery of such Law, he had become a threat to them, And so, they had ruled him away from them, banishing him al in a bid not to tal=ke the life of their own. Perhaps, that is what the story seemed like to us, it could have been more than that. Argam may have been a fugitive which they had sought his life, chains ghim down to the depths of the Second Heavens. But as the Heavens would have it, ARgam had found his way, welcome to the heart of the Confederacy, by Drakon Lord Meados. And  till now, not a day goes by that we ever regret the co