Hundreds of soldiers from the empire and the royalty had surrounded a lone figure. The person stood their ground, brandishing an axe, and was ready to face every single one of the soldiers.Both the royalty and the empire had agreed to compact and to hunt the single demon that committed the massacres all over the realm. The King of the Realm, King Caesar the Second, and the Emperor of the Empire, Emperor Aurelius, have shaken hands and signed a treaty after being hostile to one another for almost 20 years.And both nations have signed a peace treaty just for that one person—the person they’ve believed could rule and destroy humanity.‘Kill them one by one. Kill them with the most brutal way possible.’Zaly remained silent in response to the DEVIL's words. Without a hint of emotion on his face, he simply obeyed the DEVIL's command.After murdering innocent lives, Zaly’s attitude has changed, including his appearance. His straight hazel hair is now frizzy, with each strand getting filth
In the distant lands of the northern region of the Realm of Air, a village lies on top of a mountain. The beauty of the village is represented by the green, lush trees that surround the village’s atmosphere; a river formed by the purest water streamed down the mountain, creating a waterfall out of clear water. Koi fish swam through the rivers, and the pandas lived by the bamboos.An old man with local attire held a slumbering young boy at his back, heading towards Fuku Village.With each step taken by the old man, the boy slumbered more in a soothing, serene rhythm. The aerial beings flew past them as the wind grew fiercer.“So refreshing it is.”The old man inhaled deeply while gazing at the different structures of mountains in the distance.After walking for a few minutes, he came across the ritual shrine dedicated to Luca in the village. The presence of the shrine served as a symbolic confirmation that he had reached his destination. It stood as a tangible marker, signifying the en
Five months have passed since his rampage and the loss of his father, and Zaly remained unfazed by the joint forces of the Empire and the Royalty. His mind has become accustomed to taking innocent lives, and his gaze remains as unyielding as a diamond. Strangely, instead of remorse, a twisted sense of satisfaction fills him with each life he snuffs out.Despite numerous battles, the soldiers continue to suffer defeat at the hands of a single man. His reputation has instilled fear in the hearts of the people, and even the most well-planned strategies have proven ineffective against him. He remains immovable, impervious to any attempts to subdue him.The soldiers engaged in yet another battle, their hearts filled with fear and fury as they cried out their battle cries.Despite the injuries sustained, including lost limbs and eyes, they continued to rage with unrelenting determination.“Don’t ever let one thought destroy our goal as humans! Kill him, and he shall
I, Zagorzaly Frostpyre This topic will delve into the destructive tendencies and irrational actions I have committed, as well as the anguish and remorse I felt as a result. The focus will be on the depths of my own insanity, along with the impact it had on my surroundings and the feelings of guilt it aroused within me. Growing up, I lacked joy due to my constant contemplation of existential questions. Unlike others who engaged in hobbies for fun and personal benefit, I spent most of my time pondering the profound mysteries of life, seeking a meaning to my existence. It's quite absurd in hindsight, as I now understand that the meaning of life is personal and relative to one's perspective. As God's creation, I often wondered if I was special, as I had a tendency to dwell on profound philosophical questions. Even as a child, I pondered existential concepts such as the meaning of life, asking myself if I was different from others. I believe that I have the capacity to ponder such concep
The First Age, also known as the Age of Medieval In the eastern lands of the Realm of Air, a muscular man and a radiant woman stood before each other, united in their love and commitment. The wedding day was a grand celebration of their devotion to one another. "Oh, my dearest wife, whose grace and beauty shine like the brightest star in the sky, whose love burns within me like a never-ending fire, I stand before you now with a heavy heart and a soul filled with adoration. For I know that I have found in you not only my partner in life, but my reason for being, my reason for living. You embody all that is good and pure in this world, and it is my utmost privilege to call you my own. It is with these words that I declare my undying love for you and swear to be yours till the end of time." The man gazed at his bride with pure adoration, proclaiming his endless love and admiration for her. "Oh, my dearest husband, how you move my heart with your boundless love and devotion. You are my
A boom of footfall announced the presence of a stranger as the door swung open. "Bane, who is this?" Ragnar asked his second in command. "This is Doctor Drake, a renowned physician from the North. His reputation precedes him, and I have brought him here to aid your wife." Ragnar turned to face the stranger, a man with a trimmed beard, glasses, and well-combed hair. "Doctor Drake, I must thank you for your services; my wife has been incapacitated for far too long, and I am grateful for your arrival." Drake bowed slightly and introduced himself with the attitude of a man who had encountered many like Ragnar before. "A pleasure to meet you, Ragnar. My name is Doctor Drake, and I must admit, your summons caught me off guard. You are a powerful man with many resources at your disposal; it baffles me that you have called upon my small practice for assistance." Ragnar responds, sensing a hint of judgement in Drake's words. "My wife is everything to me, Doctor. I would move mountains fo
The farm was filled with crowds that were wild with excitement as Lady Ana's pregnancy was announced. Cheers and applause erupted from every corner of the land as people celebrated the news with tears of joy. The air was filled with a sense of pure happiness as Lady Ana's husband, Ragnar, held her close and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "You will finally have the father that you've always dreamed of, my dear," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "And I will become the man I've always wanted to be— A Man of Honor. I will no longer be a bandit, but rather a protector of our child. I will do whatever it takes to keep our child safe." It was an incredibly touching moment, as both Lady Ana and Ragnar were overcome with joy and happiness. The sound of bards singing filled the air as the couple danced gracefully across the land. It was a beautiful sight to behold, as the couple's love for one another was apparent to all who watched. They were truly a match made in heaven as they
The silence filled the room as Mr. Smith descended from the carriage, and the tension was palpable. Ragnar's gaze was fixed on the ground as he tried not to show his fear. Then, a young man who could only be Zach Smith stepped out with his silvery hair and striking features, and the crowd held their breath. "I-It's been a long time, Mr. Smith," Ragnar stuttered, his voice trembling. "Why did you do that to my daughter?" Mr. Smith kicked Ragnar hard, and the noise of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the courtyard. Blood oozing from Ragnar's nose only intensified the fear and horror that permeated the air. But the tension exploded when Zach spoke up, his face a mask of worry. "Father, you must stop!" His words were like a spark in a dark room, and for a moment, the crowd held its breath, their gazes locked on Zach. It felt as though time itself had stopped, and all of history rested on his words. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of emotions; the fear and desperat