"Take care, Tyson.""We'll be back before you know it, hihi.""Farrow.""Yes, Sir Lex?""I don't know what you might find out there, but... try and keep your calm at all times."Farrow smiled at the advice from his teammate."I know you must be thinking that there's a chance Irene is alive. Don't get your hopes crushed and your will shattered even further.""Don't worry, Sir Lex; whatever happens, I won't lose focus on the mission at hand. This battle isn't just for revenge. It's also for the faith of two nations and possibly the entire Western Continent."As Farrow was bidding his farewell with Lex, Tyson was having a conversation with Kaz in private. "Kaz, you'll take command of the clan while I'm gone. Keep an eye on Vlaimir as well; I'm worried he might be overtaken by his emotions, especially since Fiendlown knows his way around getting inside a person's head. Vlaimir can be reckless when not kept in line." He was referring to the way Vlaimir and Farrow acted when Fiendlown appe
Jake grabbed the bars of the cell as he stared at the sight of someone he never thought he would meet in such a condition."I should be asking you the same." He raised his head to see Tyson emerging from his shadow. "Tyson? What's going on?""We're leading a rebellion against your brother by freeing the prisoners here to launch a two-sided assault against his army that's currently on route to Kondo."Tyson's precise and blunt summary of the situation fazed the two."Heh. You're still the same." Benny smirked."Step back; I'll cut the bars." Benny obliged, and Jake slashed the hard metal bars of the cell.Benny stepped outside and stretched his arms. "Thanks.""You're welcome."Benny looked at Jake and spoke in an apologetic tone. "Listen, Jake. I know all of this is my fault.""Enough. When we heard that Gantala had overtaken both nations, we feared that he might've... Killed you. I'm glad you're safe; we all are."Benny smiled at his long-time friend."Roro, aren't you forgetting so
Current battle analysis:Enemy Army: 620Ally Army: 40"We've managed to cut their ranks."Lex said as he used a new technique."Shooter's Fencing Second Form: Arc!"He moves his fencing sword in an arc pattern as the slash wave cuts down the enemies in front of him."But we're still heavily outnumbered." He noticed Kyara desperately firing arrows as she was being surrounded from all directions by the enemies."Here goes nothing..." He channels his aura into his blade.He raises his sword. "Shooter's Fencing Third Form: Rain!"Four aura blades appeared floating atop him as he sent them crashing into the enemy ranks that surrounded the female archer."I did it." He holds his head, feeling a bit nauseated. "That last attack took a lot from me.""Huh?" He sees Kyara aiming at him, or better yet, at the soldier who was trying to attack him from behind him."Haha." He nervously laughs as he dashes towards her.They stood back to back, with no one uttering a word. They all realised what t
That was the case. Sea had handed them a flute that could summon him from within his crypt, and although he could only stay for a minute, the havoc he was wreaking on their enemies was currently worth it.Upon his arrival, he had taken out the fifty soldiers that had attempted to attack Lex.After using his powerful attack, the current state of both sides on the battlefield was as follows:Enemy Army: 300Ally Army: 9Only the Nightshades, the Olymph, Adamas, and Sea remained from the Ally army.Sea's attack managed to further cut the enemy ranks in two, but he failed to deal any damage to Gantala and Fiendlown as the former had shielded them using a golden shield."This magical item is most useful."After Gantala had overthrown the king of Korre, he went on to take a powerful magical item stored deep within a secret section of the castle.It was the Hands of Midas Magical Item. Midas was a man who was given the gift of turning everything he touched into gold.Gantala trained intensiv
"Adamas!" Jolie and Vladimir shouted in unison as they sprinted towards the crumpled form of the old man. He lay in the midst of a battlefield littered with the shattered remains of his enemies. Despite his age, Adamas had put up a remarkable fight. The number of defeated clones around him spoke volumes about his strength and tenacity. Jolie dropped to her knees besides him, her hands shaking as she checked his pulse. It was faint but steady. The hermit had fought valiantly, but the battle had taken its toll. His armour was dented and scorched in places, and a deep gash ran across his shoulder. Vladimir hovered over them, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats."He's out cold," Jolie said, her voice trembling with concern. "We need to get him somewhere safe."Vladimir nodded, gripping his hammer tightly. The battlefield was a dangerous place to linger, especially with Fiendlow on the prowl. The clown's intentions were clear—take out the strongest warriors first
"Huff. Even with all the Lex clones, Fiendlow's clones just keep coming," Tyson said, wiping the sweat from his face. The battlefield was a storm of energy and noise, with clones popping up from everywhere. Fiendlow's copies seemed endless, each one wearing a creepy mask and moving like a ghost.Falkner and Kyara were struggling after using the mantra for so long. Mantra gave them special powers, but they came with a heavy price. They couldn't use their anima, the energy that made their relics work, and now they were too worn out to keep fighting. Their relics sat useless at their sides."Farrow, take Lex to Falkner and Kyara," Tyson told him, pointing to where the two rested. "They can't fight right now, so have them watch over Lex."Farrow nodded without speaking, his usual energy drained by the intense battle. He had a slight limp, probably from an earlier fight with one of Fiendlow's clones.As he walked towards Falkner and Kyara, he kept looking back to make sure Tyson and
"Tsk. They've exhausted all my clones. Those bastards." Fiendlow surveyed the scene, his lips curling into a wry smile. Vladimir was bent over, hands on his knees, his chest heaving like a bellows. Sweat dripped from his hair and stained his ragged shirt. The bruises on his arms and face stood out like dark splotches against his pale skin. He could barely keep his balance, swaying with each laboured breath."Not looking so good, are you?" Fiendlow teased, his voice laced with mock concern. He was relaxed, his stance casual, but his eyes never left Vladimir, watching every move he made."Huff... Huff..." Vladimir's response was little more than heavy breathing. He was struggling just to stand, let alone mount any kind of offence. Despite his best efforts, Fiendlow had avoided every attack he'd thrown for the past fifteen minutes, moving with the fluidity of a dancer."Fiendlow's Elbow!" Fiendlow shouted as he dodged a sluggish punch from Vladimir, spinning on his heel to deliver
The location was the palace room inside the castle, in the middle of Castle Black Island. "Hello, Sensei." Aiden greeted his former mentor. "Aiden, why on earth would you two partner up with that mad man?" Shambala pointed at Fiendlow, the original Fiendlow. It turns out even the Wonders think of Fiendlow as a loose cannon.Fiendlow seemed to be speaking to himself as he completely ignored the remark made by the Plummage Wonder. "They managed to defeat one of my fingers... Hehehe, Nightshade, we shall meet again soon." Tyson, Farrow, and Vladimir had managed to defeat a weakened Fiendlow.Farrow ran towards the city to get medics so the injured could be healed. Tyson, on the other hand, made his way back to the battlefield. A few moments ago..."Guys! Vladimir is in trouble; that Fiendlow over there is a fake.""I was with him when he picked up Adamas earlier. He made off in the direction of the district. I thought he'd be back by now.""Tsk." Tyson activated his seismic insig