Sheng Regions, Tsi Luen Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** Crash! Dreygo dove into a thick cluster of branches from large trees occupying the forest bed. Numerous twigs or branches snapped upon his descent and grazed slightly wounded Dreygo’s forearms while he covered his face. A great thud appeared as he landed against the loam soil, his feet sunken a bit. 'No pain. But not enough.' He watched over his previous projectile. He had jumped high almost above forty-foot-tall trees but it was not enough that he could recall his full jumping potential. Although, it was an improvement. ***************************** Demon Ethers = 356 souls Demon Lord = 200 souls Total = 556 souls ***************************** He felt a stinging pain on his forearms brought about by the branches but the pain receded immediately, his wounds healing at an increasing rate. As if the wounds became minor scratches. He saw his cold breath as he exhaled. The gloomy forest produced draught that caressed his face
Sheng Regions, Tsi Luen Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** The growls increased as a few of them took a few strides nearing their positions. Elaine and Sho went inside the tent as instructed by Dreygo and the two followed immediately without question. At least the linen that composed their tent could serve as a meek defense against the attacking wolves. They scurried in and closed the zipper from behind them, Elaine’s sobs were evident. She knew, with the presence of Dreygo, they are safe whatever this situation might ensue. Dreygo swung his sword once and an audible whooshing sound of metal sliced the air, fearing the pack. Others withdrew a bit from their position. The wolves sensed that their adversary did not possess a hint of fear about the intimidating exhibition of their dominance in this territory. "These are not normal wolves, Sho," Dreygo said. A black wolf, the largest among the pack, loomed afterward, striding confidently among the front liners. Other wolves had stepped asi
Elaine *** Elaine’s fear of death had been tested countless times. She had encountered notorious assassins, undead demons-like zombies, demon-possessed humans, and now wolves. These encounters made her life exciting and more meaningful, aside from the fearful notion of death, life before Dreygo was dull and boring as she recalled. *** They walked along the mountainous steep of Sheng. Dreygo was walking two steps ahead of her and Officer Sho took the lead on their trek. Sho had a map and he knew the place better than them. The air was uncomfortably cold which added to her fear of being attacked by wolves again. It perturbed her the moment wolves attacked them, she never had experienced such magnitude of fear ever since. The first audible howl had given the instant gooseflesh that awoke her. The rustling of leaves that brought about the hurried trods of the four-legged creatures had tingled her skin. The gleaming sharp teeth of the wolves had given her a familiar but undefined memor
Elaine *** Tears welled in her eyes. She knew her two comrades had not recognized her sudden shift of emotions. They were hiking ahead of her, silently - only the chirping birds of various varieties sang unrhythmic hymns that emerged among several corners beneath the thick leaves. She sobbed under her breath. She knew the pain that was rooted from but tried hard to relinquish the detailed memory pushing itself to break through in her thoughts. Undoubtedly, pain carried with it. ‘Think of something else, Elaine.’ She forced the thought. But the more she shut the painful memories down, the more it plays in her mind. She wanted to talk of something to his two comrades to avoid sulking in tears but the memory was strong enough that the need to reminisce was insatiable. Until she succumbed to it. *** “Wolves,” her father said. The coldness of the air and the coldness of her father’s voice gave her chills. She was a teenager and had not experienced such an encounter, only the inform
Elaine *** Thud! The sound of her small body as she slammed to the ground. The rifle that hung at her back cracked against the outcrop that sat below the tree. She lost her footing while descending the somewhat slippery tree trunk. She immediately hauled herself up and inspected the rifle. It was damaged. She cocked it but something inside was dislodged. Now it was broken. Luckily, her back was not hurt, only small concussions that developed on her thighs but were still manageable for her to force a long walk. She assessed the area but all she could see was darkness and the faint gleaming moonlight filtered by the thick leaves above her. Her vision adjusted to the environment, and slowly the tree trunks appeared before her. She took gentle strides toward the direction her father had given her. ‘There is no sign of them.’ She pondered the thought, referring to the wolves. She glanced in the direction where her father was taken. Her vision fell to the paints of blood, faintly conc
Bahukatso Dojo, Sheng Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** Elaine *** “We are here!” Elaine exhaustedly said after hours of a trek along treacherous mountain cliffs. She stood before a few ramshackle concrete columns that were half-covered with moss and plastered with ancient carvings. These six pairs of columns were sharply filed in two lines, in between them was a cobbled pathway that led to endless stairs seemingly reaching heaven. Beyond the stone-piled steps were ruggedly strewn shrubs/bushes and wild mountain plants. The stairs were almost covered with dead leaves and some of them seemed slippery brought by the mountain rain. The sun started to retire for maybe less than an hour. The worry of wolves again had sunk into Elaine’s thoughts. Dreygo would protect her at all costs, at least was what she convinced herself. She avoided the thought again of revisiting his father's death. “We should keep going, at least we could reach the Dojo before dark. I am allergic to wolves,” Officer
Unknown location, Sheng Mountain, Cheena *** Darkness. The blank sky. The smoke and the heat. The cries and screams. He knew he was dreaming. He knew these horrors had not escaped his memory. For Centuries of agony and despair had defined not only his character but the essence of his mind, his thinking, and his existence. His dreams were vivid enough but consciously, he knew that nothing was real. He inspected his hands, his forearms, and body, he had no armor and walked on bare foot. He was a humanoid demon when he experienced his first descent to hell. He felt powerless, weak, and full of remorse. He tried to pull a memory of Elaine’s last encounter but he seemed to forget. Dreygo tried to move but surprisingly, he was not able to freely do so. He inspected again his body only to find out that he had shackles on his hands and feet. He could walk but with limited freedom. Instantly, a long line of humanoid demons had filled his vision and he found himself in it. He swept his eyes
Bahukatsu Dojo, Sheng Mountain, Cheena, Earth *** “I am the leader of Bahukatsu clan. The ancient ninja clan. Your friends here said that you need to train the ninja way fighting style. Is it correct?” The old man said with no hint of disdain in his face. ‘Is this the guy who would train me? He seems weak.’ Dreygo thought. The man had a friendly expression and his ninja skills were hidden within the unhostile and comfortable tunic he wore. “That's right. I believe the Zi Lok clan leader trained here with you.” Dreygo said. He was still adjusting to the tranquilizer’s residual effects that course through his veins. “Yes. My question to you is why? Why train here, Dreygo?” The old man’s face somewhat tested him. His expression was somewhat joyful and full of humor but with a certainty that this man did not want to waste time. “I want to kill the Zi Lok leader and stop their menace,” Dreygo responded blatantly. He was confident that the teachings of the Ninja way must be used toward
It was the rain that woke Dreygo up. The gentle drops of the rain like small drums on his small hut roof had struck him with nostalgia. His head rang hard as if he had been asleep for years. His knees teetered as he tried to stand from the bed and found himself leaning against the wooden wall. His energy was drained maybe from the long slumber, he thought. He tried to think of something, but he knew that the world he was in was not a memory, nor the past, it was a new world. The feeling of nostalgia had suddenly visited him, escorted with pain, and depression. The reason was vague for the emotion he had experienced. He feared ever digging further into the root of what rumbled inside his stomach, deep in his thoughts something had lingered. He knew only sadness was waiting for him if he ever fathomed the reason. He took gentle strides outside the bedroom, his sole felt cold against the wooden floor. The woodwork was great, greater than he could ever build. The shack was small, and the
“Elaine, start the incantations!” Viriel suggested. “We will triangulate him.” Elaine opened the book of Forbidden Spells. “Dreygo ready your weapon.” “Wait! You said, there is a sacrifice, what is it?” “Do not to worry, Dreygo. Just do your thing. Keep Kragus weak and I will do the rest. Viriel, hold him again with your vines. He had no powers at the moment but we have very little window of opportunity here.” Viriel summoned again the vines, now they were deadly as ever as Anacondas in the deep rivers of Amathon. The pointy sharp tips of the vines like-blades, weaved through Kragus's body. Kragus incinerated them eventually, but it gave a heavy toll on God as his knees trembled right after. “You can all stop what you are doing, and I will reward the three of you. Kings and Queen of realms. You will have power and riches you can never imagine.” Kragus tempted, his words bubbled with blood. “Stop with your lies, Kragus. You are going to die now.” Dreygo said as he stabbed his swor
The Portal Keepers were giants riding with horses twice as large as cattle. They did not speak; their presence spoke for themselves. Their empty rustic helms held no face, only a long mantle of torn cloth that covered their bodies. Skeleton arms were mounted with rustic armor and gauntlets that held their weapons. Kragus was even silenced as their horses set foot on the ground. They stopped neighing and the horses stared at Kragus with a deadly intent and one portal keeper glanced at Dreygo. The harbinger was stunned by their presence as if one move would kill him instantly. He could not read their intentions, their plans, or how they fight, they just stood there as if they were greater than the God in front of them. The Hag finally drowned in her own blood and dropped dead to the ground. Elaine released a heavy sigh after their skirmish of black magic. She won, defeated a Century-old witch but it gave out a large toll on her. Weakly she stood against Viriel but happiness was plastere
“Now, Dreygo. This will be my last offer. Are you going to join me or join your comrades who had died in battle?” Kragus asked. He recovered and a mantle of aura could be sensed from afar. The Seer was beside him, delivering the Ferrum Minus back to God’s hand. “Welcome back, Lord Kragus.” The Seer whispered. “The clock is ticking, Dreygo. What are you going to do? I do not have time to wait all day. There is so much to do.” “Just kill me now, Kragus. I do not want to join with the likes of you. A scum to the realms! You made me what I am today, and you have shared your power. This does not give you the right that you can bend my principles. Kill me, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Dreygo answered. “So, you are determined to keep your decision on taking a God like me, even if it's impossible. Dreygo, I like your persistence. You have come this far and become the most powerful being in Hell, second to me. It is sure that I admired you, even from the start. You are my creation and my
As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar
“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I
It was too late. The Kraken was only a diversion and Arkeus had fixated his attention on killing it. Even Dreygo and Sarakiel had bought the same distraction. It gave ample time for Kragus to rally strength to conjure his ultimate weapon. His Solar Flare and Hell Freeze combined. Flame as bright and hot as the sun and frozen wind gust freezing everything it touches, both phenomena in one plane on opposite sides and Kragus was at the center. It created a dome around the two Gods, it was faint at first, but it became more visible as time passed.A dome made of flame and cold chilling air combined, it seemed that Kragus’ ultimate power was a God killer, Dreygo thought. The look on Arkeus’ face was stunned and surprised. Dreygo and Sarakiel was outside of the dome, but they could see passed through it. Dreygo could not explain but the dome was horrific to look at. Never in all his waking life had seen such powers of opposite character were merging into one. Even science could not fathom a
The Templar’s Hall cracked open as two Gods clashed each other with their unfathomable might. Kragus summoned a flame that engulfed his arms and Arkeus with his wind and lighting on both palms and with tremendous speed and energy, everything was devastated as both clashed together.And as the dust settled, the two gods were both gone, only the rays of the sky light shone through the devastated ceiling. Sarakiel had difficulty in standing up as his skin was burnt. But he was healing. Dreygo followed as he jumped through the ceiling and landed on the garden outside the hall. He found them just over the outskirts of the city boundaries as the clash continued, just at the foot of the mountain Stoic.He could feel the small quakes of the ground trembled below his feet. Lightning came and a gush of a deadly wind all in one place where the fight transpired. Flames and Ice also towered as assumed Kragus with his attacks. Dreygo ran towards to where the fight took place. It would take him ten
Just right before Dreygo had to jump for an attack, Kragus faced him and said, “Remember, Dreygo. Remember, who you serve and remember the stakes for killing me. I know you have prepared on the knowledge of conjuring the Forbidden spell.” The Hell God smiled. It gave Dreygo a jolt of memory of the powers the coursed through his veins were just borrowed from the Hell God.Sarakiel sauntered to the dead angel bodies and took one sword lying on the ground. Without hesitation Sarakiel moved almost unnoticed by Dreygo as the former grasped the sword. Sarakiel poured everything on his sword attacks, even shouting at every strike. Dreygo could feel the heavy reverberations of steel hitting against steel in an incredible showcase of skill. It was intense and fast. But Kragus just defended them all with his sword, wide and light, almost effortless and without even delivering a single counter attack himself. As if Kragus was just observing or relaxing as their skirmish lengthened. It was seemin