“You cannot interfere. The Free Zone Enactment Policy would only cover me, as a ranking officer. Not you!” She said to him, the sounds of the ground quaking as the Giant raced over to them was beginning to sound closer and nearer.
Shin could feel his heart pounding. He had to make his ove now or he could not predict what would happen next.
“No… I can fight beside you if that is. I can be the subordinate and…" Shin suggested.
"You can't. It has to be me, alone. Platoon Sergeant of the 3121st Hadjan command platoon."
Shin wanted to complain but just as he opened his mouth to speak, his vision blurred as the hand which held his shoulder suddenly tightened and then…
The Giant was
The Titan Federation. Home to the realm of Titans who are an offspring of demons and humans, at the very origin. They have grown formidable over the course of time, using strength to settle even the littlest of matters. While they do not owe any allegiance to the demon kind and are often neutral, only destroying the demons when they come in contact with them or deem them to be annoying or interfering with their own affairs. The Titan at the core has the most of its bloodline being demon kind And as it is general knowledge, the demonkind are creatures with the nastiest of thoughts and filled to the core with all sort of negativity. The Titan have inherited this as it is their nature now. And as such, unless a miracle would occur, a Titan could never so readily forgive a grudge. Even if the one wh
Hana stomped her right foot on the head of the GIant slamming it into the rgoudnfor the eumpteenth time. Now and then, she leaned her upper body forward, letting her lower limbs creak closer till she was taking the form of a bullet that was going to burst out in a flash. With her right hand holding on to the hilt of her Ashari blade while the left hand held the sheah by the side, she seemed to be ebbing off varying degrees of Agbara into the atmosphere. And unlike the one that SHin projected, hers was vicious but yet not as malicious as the Law of WRATH. “Law of War… Furious Fire!” Hana chanted. THOOOOOOM! A rocket boom of huge flames spurted out from behind her in a flash now, propelling her onwards. She took advantage of that, holding on tight to
A Gateless Portal System is one key attribute of the town of Tuxela. Being one of the unaffiliated lands, which had been generally referred to as a Freezone due to ,the fact that no World Power not organization could lay claim to governance of such lands, it was teeming with life from various species. The GPS is a system built to mimic the workings of a World Bridge. While world bridges are naturally occurring, this is more of a built system to enable easy transport of people across long distances, within the same World. That is, one could only use a GPS to port across the entirety of the second heaven or the heaven which it was situated in, but unable to use the GPS to get away to another Heaven. It is for this reason that the World Bridges exist. And because of this, it has become a stopgap for people willing to traverse great meters of land in their journeys especially for those who lived around the region of which Tuxela is situated. It is because of this f
CAWWWWWWW… Bayo in the Metal plated Dip Eagle form suddenly shot out to the sky, flapping his wings to gain an occasional thrust upwards. Once he was out of range, both of the sight of the guards and his companions, his body shivered, his entire form contorting in a blink. What had been the gracious form of a Metal Plated Dip Eagle with it's scales and the metal casings here and there was suddenly reverted to the form of a falling Familiar. The Familiar had long hair, seemingly white eyes that seemed to glow distinctly despite the fact that there was light all about him. He free fell, spreading his arms to the wind, an exhilarating smile pasted on his face. On his body, he had the same gown that he had worn before, the one Vela had engineered for him. Excitement soared through his heart now. At least now, Ronke would not have to go bonkers over the fact that he was nude. No, not at all. The way the cloth had just magically appeared on hi
Familiars are a weak race of humanoid spirit beings. They are incapable of understanding Law energy and make up for this with two abilities. Their bloodline duplication allows them to duplicate a soul matrix, copying its abilities, mannerism and even its looks for a limited period of time before the duplicate bloodline duplicate becomes degraded. They are somewhat proficient with Elemental abilities, ranging from Air, Water, Fire and Earth.There have been rumors that the ancient breed of the Familiars have been capable of being able to control the secondary forms of the elements. While this may be true, it is now a known fact to the outsiders as the Familiars have been rather cagey about their history.______________________________________Culled From: A Documentary on the Seven Heavens;
As for Bayo, he simply put his head against the wood by his side, leaning his temple there as his eyes were fixated on the little opening which was being caused by the swaying of the curtain every now and then. But even as he looked out of the small opening, he did not take any particular interest in anything for his own mind was occupied in a million thoughts,most of them centered on how to be strong.He was already having some bits of insecurity. The more time went in this company of his, the more he realized how lacking he was. There was so much of a gap and even though they all laughed and joked about, he could not ignore how well and strongly placed they were.At this point, he could remember the words of Hana which she had spoken at the tunnels at the Laprisha Soul Beast Contest to spite him. She had queried on why he was so weak and that had
And to do that, he needed to go engineering. He needed to tweak the bloodline of the Familiar to see what he could. Anything which he could get that would retain the Bloodline duplication ability of the Familiar and yet have its energy cap to be more than 300. But that would not be all. Bayo began to feel the incoming surging ideas that bombarded his mind as he dwelt on the possibilities that waited him. If he could get the engineering properly, then he would be looking to get the Familiar form he wanted to be so reactive, fast and string at the same time. And he had the means to bring about that. He only needed to sink into his mind. And that, he did. Sinking into the depths of his soul space, Bayo could feel the familiar vastness enveloping him. Since the time when he had the encounter with the divinity of Osumare, he had not gone into his soul space. Even though it was not exactly his fault but he could not jus
He just had to make sure he hit the jackpot and did that too, on time. The more time he spent progressing slowly; was the more the others boosted their advancements tremendously. He was the First Born. The First Born of the Ascenders, it was imperative that he had to grow really as strong as he could, otherwise, he would end up at the wrong side of the table. Served hot and delicious to his many enemies now. He could not afford to be left behind now. He could not afford to depend on the might of others, powerless to protect those who were dear to him. No, that was not the future he was needing. Not in a million years from now. 'Alright then! Show me a lineup of the available bloodlines. Lowest class boundary should be at Ground Class.' Bayo said to himself even as he began to swipe about on the
Here, you saw the title, right? Of course, yes, they would return. You certainly have not seen the last of it. So, like what was done at the start of this volume, we had an author boss note where we discussed the charcters and whatnot. Remember i mentioned that I was nto goign to make bayo the entire focus of it? Well, he kind of became focus of it being that the whole novel is geared to his wellbeing. Lol. At the ending, we can see that he is paying the price in full for the warnings Yasmin issued to him. Dont ignore soul adaptation but what does Bayo know? And i certainly cannot blame him. He has a lot of pressure on him, forcing him to amke the most drastic measures to ensure he is not lagging behind. But reclal that Bayo did not tart life as the toher Ascenders. All the Ascenders started their Life at the soul class of Elite. Elite is from 1000pts and above. BUt Bayo began from Basic Class,with less than 20pt which wa
And Pain.. “AAAAAGAGHHHHHH!” The huntress yelled out as the chunk of earth ripped through her back, spearing its way through her entire body, all the way from the back to the front of her. “Now, you can burn!” Ronke said and then, with a smile, she stomped her feet on the deck of the ship, willing back all of the flames that she had been keeping at bay. All of it, towards the screaming form of the huntress even as the ship began to break and scatter into bits of matter down the mountain ranges below. “Now, now." Ronke said, smiling as she willed up a gust of wind to take her off the deck as the deck finally succumbed to the head and the destruction of the flames even after it provided a dying frame for the figure of the huntress earlier. And then,the hull of something already so familiar appeared, rising above the form of Ronke. It lowered itself, a figure, which was Hana standing at the foredeck with her hand extended waiting to take the hands of
A large spike of Earth tore through the front deck of the ship, ripping through the spot that Slyka had stood in only seconds away now. The moment it ripped through,a gigantic explosion of flames burst out in the lower deck now, the entire mass of the licked up in instant flames and heat, turning out to be a massive firework in the sky. Now.... Ronke panicked. The level of destruction that she had caused with her earth spike stalling was catastrophic. She had to keep a wall of oxygen deprived air about her to keep the flames from gathering around her or ve scathing her own skin. She was not insusceptible to fire,after all, despite being able to control fire though. She was worried. But then, the worry about the CFR was the least of her concerns. After all, in the battle scene, who had to worry about what happened to the enemy. The person who did do that was the one who was willing to get himself or herself at the losing end of the whole thing. But for h
The Hunter is a killing machine which is specifically designed for such missions of severity, they do not show emotions and have no need for that because for the missions which they are assigned for, they have to be through and effectively. Their blows need to count and so the hunters are given new identities and introduced to the quality demanding system of the CFR. WHich would mean that even their souls are inculcated and taught about the values of the Cfr. In Other Words, they live for the CFR. However,this option of being a Hunter or Huntress is always so optional and never is forced on those within or without the CFR organization. It is only for those who truly seek to unlock the next level that the Cfr holds the key to. Lest we digress, the hunter is a single entity of overwhelming force. Unless the Hunters are all occupied at the moment or the CFR wishes not to involve them, then the army of
In life, we often do not have the option of choice. I mean, there is always the matter of choice but most times we have to choose between a great evil, and a far greater evil. In times like that, our sense of being is completely eroded, vanished from sight as we try to make the best of what we have to do. Sure enough, there might be a choice, lurking somewhere down the alley but for the matter of time being, we are blinded to it. And thus, the inevitable is what we eventually have to come for. Our choices are forced by the circumstance of the present situation. Which in hindsight does not look like a choice rather. In thesis is life and his priorities to keep. So, then, knowing about the instability of battle, the question is put out to all of you here. When faced with the tightest of situations, what would you do to ensure you live? To ensure that your values are not completely wiped out. In this situation, we have a matter of doing what is b
‘Yeoowww’ Bayo could only scream out in his mind, mentally as his whole body went through a wreath of red hot flames. Still in the gust of the momentum of the jump from earlier, his body went on, traversing space as he crossed the distance which was between the two ships. His body was roasting and he flew tall of the what, all of his insides feeling like marshmallows now. And oh, how hot the fumes were. The mere scent of the smoke that was about was roasting his nose, smelting down all of his internal organs that dealt with smell and breathing. His body hairs kept on shrinking as they blazed, the entire mass of the Lightning Fist Chimp now reduced to a literal burning mass of meat. Panic surged through his body now as Bayo crashed down to the decking of the larger CFR ship. While he wanted to re
The feeling had been instantouse for Bayo. For him to switch into the form of an Adze all in a bit and then revert back to the form of a Familiar Prime had been all so super fast. It was something which he did not think he would have been able to achieve, without Yasmin with him. Yes, of course, he could just as easily switch his body form ,without Yasmin being involved but also, he had to consider the event of the last time. He had spoked Ronke and the rest up when he had suddenly switched into the form of a growing Familiar Prime, as a youngling. He would not want something of such to repeat itself again, especially since it was bound to be a really rough ride in a bit, being that the CFR pursuing ship had arrived. It would be best not to unsettle anyone so that they could focus on what was really necessary and pivotal to their staying in the air for longer.
Beside a thorough negotiation skill as one of the prerequisites for a good CFR agent, another thing is to be considered in the midst of the yet many factors about a CFR agent. While the others may be so desiring, we would stress here once again, that lethal force is not always so desired in the CFR. If there is need forreal lethal force, there is the outer Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy or even the Inner Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy Army. If need be for thorough lethal force, then the army would be duly notified. An in such case this is often out of the hand of the CFR, However, be it known that it does not undermine the quality of the Cfr. While there is this option, the CFR does have its availability of lethal force. The Guardian and her aides are entities that are capabal of hta, so unless situation has escalated more than the numerous well trained CFR agents, then, Leth
Earlier… GBA MMM! A loud bang exploded now and the ship suddenly rocked to the left violently. Bayo could only growl silently in pain as his head, in reaction to the sudan movement, bounced against the wooden bar just before his head, towards the left hand side of the bed. “What happened?” ROnke and Hana shouted almost immediately as they jolted out of the cabin, looks of questioning on their face towards the one at the cockpit. Shin. ‘Well…” Shin cried out to them, his head tilted upwards, looking at something which was beyond them. “We have company and they have real mood swings.” He said, tilting to the right with the steering wheel as he attempted to stabilise the ship now. ****