Upon the peek that held a blue hue, there were two people, a man and a woman with a striking resemblance to each other, they bore green eyes and long red hair like flames, they looked even more similar due to their attire that was blue and white like the flames that currently burned bright in this land that only knew darkness.
Tyron fell to his knees as the explosion ensued, his eyes seemed to be shedding a mighty weight as they gazed upon the structure turning to dust.
Though he looked strange, his body radiating a blue glow, his veins especially looked strange with channels filled with deadly flame, coursing through his body.
“Cough… Cough… Cough,” Tyron heaved up mouthfuls of blood and flame, oddly the intense flame took it’s time to dry up the blood.
“Holy Priest try to relax so I can heal you,” the red head woman said coming up to him, her eye’s shook with concern.
There was a stream of light racing along an infinite path, at least that’s how things appeared. Within the light stream a small capsule was traveling as time passed it seemed to be growing smaller. Inside the capsule Reyna sat with crossed legs and tightly shut eyes, as if in a deep state of concentration. A strange circle was carved on the floor around her that she was transmitting energy too, at that moment her creased brow relaxed, and she opened her dark black eyes. “You can stop releasing energy now, we’ve reached maximum speed,” she said to her three comrade’s that were seated in the circle. The first to stop was Velma, she still hadn’t fully recovered after their battle against Raylin. As soon as she stopped releasing her energy she slumped down against the floor of the capsule and fell asleep. The bald swordsman clim
Dalis had no idea what happened next, the world seemed to fizzle out into nothingness and even his mind went silent. “Ahhhhhhh,” he started to scream as he regained consciousness, his body felt like it was being stretched into a straw, when he suddenly felt his body scrape against something. Then bang!!!!!!! He hit the ground hard. “Cough… cough… cough!” Dalis choked as dust fluttered through his mouth and nose. “Forget bruising, I think I broke a couple of somethings,” he groaned out as he clawed at the ground, the first thing he noticed was it was solid and rough. ‘What just happened?’ Dalis suddenly paused, he was just about to think that thought, but something seemed to have beat him to it. ‘No,’ he thought shaking his head ‘My head is just a little wonky from all the craziness…’ the sound of an ex
The tidal wave off… earth… rushed forth climbing over the buildings swallowing them whole and adding them to its increasing height. The ground shook under Dalis and lifted him, sending him flying with the child in arms, his body moved instinctively and curled around the boy, protecting him as he was flung at least a hundred meters forward. Dalis rolled to a stop and the boy tumbled to the ground in an unconscious heap. He rolled his tongue around his mouth and spat out a glob of wet dust, then he hurled the boy over his shoulder and limped down the street as he limped he noticed the cause, it was his right leg that like his hand was a bazillion times larger. He aimed the blame for his condition to that damnable vile of corrupted energy, he knew that it wasn’t safe. All around him was pandemonium, as he pulled himself along the streets, he noticed a sea of water in the d
Zip. The winds whistled from high above down onto the city ruins, a city that had once been filled with glory, a relic on an age passed, but an age that had ended not long ago. Vines wrapped around the lampposts and green moss crept up the damp walls of decrepit buildings that had once stood tall and proud in the sky of Progress Island. Zap. The tranquillity of the wind was suddenly disturbed as motion found its way into the abandoned land. “Woohoo,” a young woman belched as she swung through the air, a long green cloak flapping as she soared upon the wind. Her long black hair tussled through the air as she zipped along freely, with one hand extended out, a metallic gauntlet was locked upon her arm and a long cable extended out, the cable was thin hardly thicker than a strand of hair, the tip of the cable darted out lodging itself into the wall of a high building. A gust of wind suddenly shot out from her arm propelling her forward with even greater speed, she swung across the
Siara ran through the open door on the roof top with her cannon musket ready, as the first one came running she let it draw close, the moment it swiped at her it belched out a grotesque roar, she pressed the tip of the barrel into its mouth and pulled on the trigger. BOOOM A shell half the size of a fist exploded out the barrel head, blowing the zombies head to bits, and it continued blowing a hole straight through the next one in line. The zombies went crazy when the loud sound reached them, and came rushing in a greater flurry. Siara pulled back and put in a second shell, she waited for them to line up again and pulled on the trigger once more, this time it tore through at least three. She quickly put the musket back in its holster, she only had one more shell on her, they were too bulky to carry around many shells. She ran back out and shot the
Siara dropped the topic sensing that her uncle didn’t want to discuss it any further. She went down next to him and pulled out a few medical supplies from her little pack and went to treat the wound on her uncle’s face, blood was still pouring out of it profusely. Her uncle swiftly moved his head back, “It’s nothing serious, I’ll be fine,” he said in complaint. “Shush now,” Siara spoke with a tone as she grabbed his head and started to wipe away the blood, “You could get an infection,” she said applying an ointment to stop the bleeding. “I swear girl, you’re as bad as your aunt,” he said keeping still with a begrudging look. “Maybe that’s because we both know what’s best for you,” she replied grabbing his head even tighter, her actions also became slightly rougher. When she finally got a good look at the wound, she was surprised by how deep it was
“Princess is there any point in doing this?” Siara’s uncle asked with a look of reluctance. “Of course there is,” Siara said giving him that look, that said if he didn’t do what she wanted he would be faced with her temper tantrum, “I’m going to give my saviour a proper burial,” she said. Her uncle sighed and reached down, with his added strength, they still struggled a little but eventually managed to lift it up and turn it over. Gong It released a loud ring as it hit the ground, the two quickly checked the surroundings, to see if any stray beasts decided to attack. They sighed softly, everything seemed safe… for now, they looked back down where the bell had been little bits of white powder could be seen on the ground and tiny little fragments that was likely crushed bone. Siara looked at the upturned side of the bell, there she saw most of the s
“Tsk,” Dalis clicked his tongue as the creature tried to ram into him. But he wasn’t having it, he sent out one firm smack, that hit the creature so hard it toppled over and ate the ground, Siara shouted something but he didn’t hear it. The thing was still alive, but before it could get up he smashed it’s chest with a solid kick then stomped it locking it in place. He caught its arms and pressed it down taking a close look at it, it had red lines on its face, like Siara’s. ‘A mutated native of this world that’s mindless, this must be a zombie,’ he concluded. ‘My people have done extensive research into the zombie’s, they spread by infecting the members of their race, infections are transmitted through physical contact with its target… etc…, I doubt there is much more I can discover about them,’ he thought and started ruthlessly stomping on its head.