Dreygo urged to emerge from concealment, with his sword in one hand. He stepped onto the outcropping rock and leveraged it for a long jump. He planned to take Sloth by a surprise attack. The Demon Lord was alone, with nobody to fight for him. The odds were in their favor, as Dreygo assessed. He jumped over the trees, the cold mountain breeze streaming down his face. One jump, one strike to the head, it would end Sloth. He was at full power now after their battle in Limbo. He was confident but when at his descent, doubts flooded his emotions. A monster this strong, bullied a First Rank Angel, supposedly second strongest among the Angel warriors, must not awake the monster within the condescending mocking face of a fat human Sloth. Strike. He hit him. He was sure. But something was not right. Dreygo crashed to the ground with a sword in his hand. He found a pint of blood on his blade. He was successful. But he was not sure, so he glanced at his opponent and was unfortunate that the

Viriel chanted in a whisper on the marked concrete. The angel’s palm spread near the mark. He did not touch it, but only he let his hand have an inch distance towards the mark. The mark was gradually gone in the process until Dreygo was freed. “Let us continue,” Viriel suggested. “Why don’t you open a portal from here to the Archives? It would save us time and danger." “I thought you eat danger for breakfast, Dreygo.” “Do not kid yourself, Viriel. We have a human here and she's fragile.” Dreygo whispered. “I heard you,” Elaine said as she sauntered close behind them. “We cannot open a portal anywhere inside the Decadia walls. The walls had nullification effects that portal transportation is prohibited. Even some places in Manuheim. If you look at that Crystal Pylon, it energizes the walls to prohibit the use of portals inside. That is why we landed outside the city walls as we used the portals.” Dreygo glanced at a large slightly luminous, bluish, and translucent rock as large a

The Tunnels, Decadia, Heaven *** His blood boils of the humanoid demons, and the monstrosity of Hell. But this was different, facing a traitor and an angel, his blood not only boils but it burned. He felt the heat bursting through his pores, and his sweat evaporated. A being that already had everything, now turned a blind eye to sin just to save his own life. “We trained for years, Dreygo, and we seek action. This is the one I seek, not peace, but power.” Refael screamed, inviting the Demon once more. “Dreygo, we have to plan for an attack,” Viriel said. “You plan for an attack, while I attack!” Dreygo scuttled fast like time was more precious than the Centiums in Heaven. His sword was in his hand. But instead of the first rank angel, it was Heralt of the third who met him. He appeared before him, their swords crossed just for a split second. It was almost unnoticeable. Dreygo could feel the air brought by the Angel’s speed. Dreygo pulled his blade, scraping against each other.

The Bahukatsu Clan had provided him with the proper tools of proper mind dominance over himself, especially the beast inside him. In addition, his motions were smoother, his evasion skills more sophisticated and his attacks were now combined with his innate raw power and the fluidity of ninjas. Fighting a First Rank Angel was beyond his years. They were known to be stronger than the gargantuan beasts that heaved the bowels of hell. They were known to be indestructible warriors of Heaven, second to the Heavenly Supreme. But this transformation was like an exceedance of power emanating uncontrollably from within. Control over this beast had never been possible without the Mind training by the Ninja Clan of Mount Shang. “You have one hand, Refael. Are you ready to lose another?” Dreygo teased. “I only need one to defeat all of you, Dreygo Mondus.” The Angel responded. The flail swirled again dangerously fast dancing around Refael. Dreygo had no weapon with him, only his claws and teet

The Tunnels, Manuheim/Decadia Boundaries, Heaven *** Another clearing appeared before them as tunnels met junctions. This time a pond could be seen. Fewer pylons were installed in a clearing hence light was fainter compared to the last. The stink grew and so was Dreygo’s gooseflesh. The memory of his encounter with a Nocturnal was unpleasant and he had forgotten the details of what had transpired. But he knew he won, but doubtful from his gut. Dreygo and his comrades crouched behind the nearest boulders as they exited the tunnel’s portcullis. Dreygo knew that their presence was not already a surprise, the Nocturnals can smell them, thus hiding was useless. The snarls echoed louder now, as a sad orchestra, as they ambled in. Dreygo was sure they got their attention and the best way to cross this obstacle was to face them and defeat their leader. “You stay behind the rocks. I will show myself and challenge their leader.” Dreygo said. “Dreygo, I know what they are,” Viriel said. “N