Mental Chamber, Bahukatsu Dojo, Mountain Sheng *** The odds were unfair. Ten against one and his family behind him. He could not escape. He should stand his ground to defend with all his wit. Nothing to defend with, only the walls of their shackle that served as a futile fence. The slightest chance of survival was beyond his comprehension. But even so, he had to try. Suddenly, he realized that everything was unreal. That he was sitting inside a room called the Mental Chamber back at the Bahukatsu Dojo. But his mind told him otherwise, or his feeling convinced him so. As if a higher power had granted him to relive the moments he most suffered, to cleanse the regrets, to cleanse his soul. ‘Could it be? Could there be a second chance to save my family?’ Dreygo thought. He spaced out momentarily. The soft sobs of his wife were muffled in his hearing. It was not real but it felt surreal. Doubts had loomed from the faintest corner of his memory but it was not important. What’s important
Mental Chamber, Bahukatsu Dojo *** Teetering, Dreygo felt immense aching on his left knee. It must have been due to the fall. He groaned and was forced to speed up his pacing toward his family. Until he succumbed to the pain and almost became numb. However, he ran as fast as he could. ‘Maria!’ His thoughts flooded with the safety of his family. “Damn you, heartless pigs!” Dreygo cursed under his breath. Finally, he reached a small clearing after the tree line. The clearing held wild yellow mountain flowers strewn loosely scattered along the grassy ground. The place was beautiful as strong sunlight shone upon it. However, it was defiled by a rueful sight. Three Southern warriors rustled to pin down the wife and his daughter. His son was gone. He had been sweating hard but this time, he felt an immense chill in his bones. His heart thumping strongly and his stomach churned with the possible gore they would inflict. He knew what would ensue, he knew the story, and he knew the endin
Bahukatsu Dojo, Mountain Sheng, Cheena *** Clap. Clap. Clap. A soft clap invaded the small mental chamber. It echoed on the walls. Dreygo stood up, wiped his tears trying to obscure from the source of the clap, and hauled himself up. He felt lighter as if he lost weight. It was Jade standing beside the large column, near the entrance door. “You passed!” Jade congratulated. “How do you know that I passed?” Dreygo asked. “If you fail, then you will probably be in a coma for a few days, or worse, you will be stripped from your insanity.” “Really? Maybe it won’t affect me because I am a demon. It only works on humans.” “I would not be sure about it. During your trance to another world, your body was continuously twitching, like you were having epilepsy. And your saliva is dripping down to your shirt. I thought you were losing the mental test.” Jade said as a long smile curved across her face. Dreygo was silent momentarily and inspected his wet shirt and confirmed that it was his s
North Degestan, Buratia. *** Private Andrei shivered faintly against the icy cold breeze that caressed his face as he stood on top of a 50 meters high guard tower. It was a full moon but its light could hardly illuminate the Buratia Central base that was blanketed with thick sheets of snow. The base was large enough that Andrei could hardly see the next tower adjacent to where he stood and the wind-carrying snow had hazed their visions. Even using his fog lamps had had little help with their visibility. “It’s shitty cold out here. I hate to be on tower duty,” he turned to his partner, Corporal Anatole, who napped on his seat with his both feet placed on a table. “As if you are not used to this cold,” Anatole responded, not opening his eyes. “I’m used to this weather but not this high. It is much colder when you are in this altitude,” Andrei complained, “There is nothing here to guard. Nobody would dare attack the largest military base of the Capital. And the attackers would not
Bahukatsu Dojo, Shang Mountain, Cheena *** “What is this place?” Dreygo marveled at the scenery. A small waterfall fell softly on a miniature lake and trees heaved the surroundings. Specks of water cooled the place and dampened the environment as the waterfall hit the surface of the lake. Mossy rocks surrounded the lake and at the center were two bamboo sticks hanging horizontally constructed that formed somewhat of a bridge that connected across the far ends of the lake. “You are going to train with the elements Dreygo.” Master Yamoto said. “You are going to master your mind, your balance, and your patience. Seems that you lack those qualities. Every great warrior must master not only fighting skills but first from within himself. Control your emotions.” “What am I going to do here, master? Meditate?” Dreygo snapped. “No. Dreygo. All of our meditation training is done in the mental chamber,” Yamoto responded. “You are going to fight the blind master on top of the hanging bamboo.”
The Waterfall, Bahukatsu Dojo, Mountain Sheng, Cheena *** The urge had overwhelmed his consciousness. ‘Not again. Not again.’ He drove to overcome the tremendous control of the urge to feed. The visitations were more frequent now. He felt immense searing strength that coursed his veins. His heart hammered hard and saliva uncontrollably spilled from his lips. His vision steered to the only person nearby, without further conscience and control. He darted to Master Chungtao at the center of the bridge, his steps finding easily the narrow bridge. He strode fast without difficulty and hesitation as if seemed to be light with his feet until he reached a meter near Master Chungtao. The Demon tried his forward hand to grab the master but it was flicked away with a swift sweep of the latter’s forearm. But Dreygo persistently came with a series of combination attacks that drove the master to recede from his position, continually sweeping all incoming attacks with his bare hands. The demon
Bahukatsu Dojo *** He hauled himself from a restful slumber. It was the first hour of sunrise and everyone was busy as always. The warriors had been disciplined to do labor not only in honing their skills but also in maintaining the Dojo’s upkeep. Dreygo and Sho had participated as well, such as hauling pails of water from the artisan wells, helping in the construction of perimeter defenses, and even plowing the fields for the new batch of crops. Two days of waiting for his next training had made him less idle for the said period. He and Sho had wonderful marvels at how the training of young ninja assassins took place inside the Dojo. They had not much time to see Elaine together with his rest as she had undertaken another training journey for herself. She was supervised by Jade and Master Yamoto as well. She did not disclose much of the objectives of her training but to her comrades, she looked like hell every time she rested in between her training. However, today marked the beg
Bahukatsu Dojo, Mountain Sheng, Cheena *** It was an utter acceptance that the Demon had to cope, that he could not defeat Master Jade in a fair fight. But with his full demonic power, the demon was sure that Jade would stand a tremendous chance of succeeding in a fight against her. It was the fifth day, he counted as he entered again the training hall. Dreygo would face another seemingly unending embarrassment. But this time, he was permitted to use his death sword. A weapon that could provide him a significant advantage against the scornful thought of the superior skilled master Jade. This was his final test and for the past few days, he was able to relish the learnings conveyed from the beautiful master. The use of ninja stars, kunais, smoke bombs, kyoketsu shoge – made up of a long chain and a knife at the end of it, and much more were taught and tested in a one-on-one fight with the charming master Jade. Even with difficulty, Dreygo coped with the basic use of weapons especial
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