"What's with the power outage!" "Fix it already!" Chants scattered across the world, the blackout was world wide but no one understood. Those who had a second source of attaining power made use of it immediately. Governments around the world had looked into the matter but still were unable to find any solution to restoring back for their people. Heads of states are baffled by the turn out of things, presidents find themselves in the wind of the events. "What are we going to do about the blackout!" "There's precisely nothing we can do." A man said, powers around the world had come together with immediate effect to attend to the situation. "I agree, there is nothing wrong with the power grid, the power grid has been reported to be in perfect shape, unable to supply power." Another unveiled. "There are no technical faults in the grid." "So what? magic?" The first man barked. "You can say I'm crazy by saying magic but that's what you are trying to incline isn't it?" "N
"Tsk!" Jason glared daggers at them. "No problem, I will just cut you guys down to size!" [[ Frost Tiger Twin Blade Stilettos Extracted From Inventory ]] "I did say this before." Srcccchhh The blades exuded an icy feeling. "There's a new Hunter in town." [] Cheetah Sprint Lvl. 1 [] -10 [] Sprint! Jason burst into a sharp marathon. The Orcs try to apprehend him but Jason's fearsome blade slices them half one by one. Swift! Jason flipped one of his stilettos and sent it hovering at one of the Orcs like a bullet. Stab! The orc groaned in agony and reverted it steps backwards from the house. swoosh! Jason moved fast and jumped on it. "Nice try." Jason smirked and sliced the neck of his body. 'Thank Goodness I have given Gramps his medication on time. He should be fast asleep already. I will handle this quickly and inform the others.' Jason launched on top of another who sought to launch a direct hit at him but Jason swiftly dodged and flips on his arm! "
The Next Day: The clouds had reverted back to normal and the people of earth were still angered by last night's blackout. Today's Headlines: — Citizens Continue Raising Their Voice Concerning Last Night's Blackout. — Mr Chad Is Dead. The second headline caused serious tension to rise in the heart of many of the deaths behind one of the elite politicians in the world. Investigations were carried out but the results weren't promising. His death wasn't the only event that occurred last night aside from the blackout. Numerous people out there were also killed. — Unidentified Creature Spotted In Lake Carina That particular headline got its attention amassed after Mr. Chad's death. This news alone started to make civilians divert from the blackout to Mr Chads' death. –What could have caused his death? – Perhaps he was killed by an enemy? – Nah, I'm sure he committed suicide, he has always been a foolish man! – Perhaps the creature spotted in Lake Carina is behind hi
"So what you're tryna say is that there's a high chance that all this is being orchestrated by another Orc? " "A Supreme Orc Commander... " Alexander rubbed his chin. "Of course I could be wrong." "The main question still remains the same." Liam furled his hands. "How do we stop it?" "Erm, guys, you should see this." Isabella showed them her phone as something devastating showed up. It was another news; "Many have shown footage about portals appearing in multiple parts of the world. The world as we know it, is being invaded by this Unidentified species that's crawling out of them." "Only a few of these things have been spotted around the world. The military defense association is putting up something against these extraterrestrial forces." "Stay tuned for more info." The broadcast ended. "Portals?" Liam shook his head. "No... Secret Realm." Alex said. "Realms that are connected to the tower, or the world beyond it." "There are over dozens of the realm around the worl
| REYNOLDS’ HOUSEHOLD | Tension bloated around the house. You could feel it crawling on your skin and pulling you into the scenery. Phoebe was harshly slapped across the face a few moments ago upon Alexander's sudden disappearance. Stanley didn't tolerate such nuisance, he hated it, infact, he had never been on good terms with Alexander. They were never that father and son kind of a thing, they were both always at each other's neck and Isabella was the one who suffered it They were the elephants at war and she was the grass that suffered the aftermath of it. A tight slap had sent her back to the father times of her past where life seemed to be too great, compared to now. She could boldly tell herself one thing, and that one thing was, she was in hell in another form. She recalled the moment Stanley hit her for one thing or the other, whether she was at fault or not, she'd be the one to get punished. "You can't even watch over a single kid!" He beamed. "How did one
'Players...' Alexander muttered. 'Is here for me and my guild?!' A shock slapped his face and after that, the being he had been waiting for walked out of the shades of the alley. The screams of agony intensified and everyone panicked even more at the sight of the Black orc. "It's a black Orc..." Alex's mouth widened in shock. He could clearly see the figure that made everyone panic. 'Run! we are under attack!' Alex, who was still maintaining his hiding spot, examined the Orc as its eyes darted in different directions. "Could it actually be looking for me and the guild? Did I even read that message correctly?" Alex was baffled, he felt fear, a fear almost equivalent to that of the King Of Valor. He had encountered a threat that was almost equivalent to the king and it made him tremble. 'Stats Screen...'[][][]STATS WINDOW [][]Name: Alexander Reynold. [][]Rank: Apprentice. [][]Level: 28 [][]Class: Knight [][] HP : 2,250/2,250 [][] MP : 980/980 [][][]TITLE: [] K
The smoke wavered and Alex and the Elite Commander were at it! Blows and Slashes were exchanged with one another as a terms of trading damages. Alex's sword and the Elite Commander's fist makes contact and tiresome waves protrude and both sides are unaffected as Alex struggles to maintain his stance. [] Vine Emergence! [] Wild vines sprouted out of the ground and rushed towards the Elite Commander. They entrapped and pin him down without any difficulty. Alex rushes in an attempt to use the ‘Effortless All Slicing Range’ sword skill on him. He covered the gaps and leaps to lay his attack when a sudden tremor shook and and the vines tore apart gruesomely as though they were nothing. The Elite Commander roared and shot at Alex who was stunned in mid air. 'Such strength...' He was almost lost but regardless, he regained his senses and even thrust forward at the Elite Commander. [] First Form! Effortless All Slicing Range Has Been Activated Slash! Swift! Slash! Alex m
Alex and his guild stopped attacking for a moment, the whole field was completely hurled into a crucial state of no return. News reporters could be seen a distance. Helicopters hovered, police cars were around. "What's the situation?" The commanding chief officer queried with a perturbed face. His eyes finding every excuse to look into the direction the heavy fallout has occurred. "Sorry chief, but the situation is really bad, we have a giant figure being pushed by four individuals with extraordinary abilities." The chief froze at first, then he said, "Superpowered individuals?!" "Yes Chief." He stepped forward and examined properly. Thick smoke clouds exuded from the battle ground and Within its perimeter, the commanding chief officer spots an individual, no, he spots 4 individuals standing tall against whatever creature had come to their world. "Impossible..." He muttered, then turned back to his men. "Who the hell are they?" "Sir we don't know..." The latter from
The instant Gaia’s eyes flared open with an unnatural light, the prison cell dissolved into chaos. Alexander barely had a moment to brace himself before the ground shifted beneath his feet. The stone walls of the dungeon bent and twisted, as if reality itself was no longer bound by the laws of nature. Gravity became fickle—pulling in one direction one moment and then reversing violently the next. Gaia, now hovering above him, was a storm of pure, unrestrained magic. The air around her crackled with raw energy as she extended her hand, and the very fabric of space folded around them. Her voice, though once familiar, now echoed with cold malice. “You are nothing but an obstacle,” she hissed, her tone devoid of the warmth he remembered. With a flick of her fingers, the ground beneath Alexander’s feet warped into an abyss. The solid stone floor seemed to collapse into itself, pulling him toward the void. Reflexively, Alexander leapt to the side, Emberbane flashing as he slashed at the sp
“Hm?” Alex knocked one of the standing guards down and half-turned towards Aelia. His eyes gradually dilated and he turned completely, appearing before the cell in a blur. Thick iron bars reinforced with runes of containment loomed like an unbreakable wall. The magic was palpable in the air, an invisible force that resisted their presence. Through the dim light, Alexander caught sight of her—Gaia, the witch of space magic, and one of his closest companions. She lay still on the cold floor, her vibrant energy suppressed, her body weakened from days of magical containment. "Gaia..." Alexander’s voice was soft but resolute as he knelt by the bars, his piercing red eyes scanning for any signs of life. Her breathing was shallow, her once brilliant aura now dull and muted. Without wasting time, he summoned Emberbane and created a scabbard with it, sheathing it by his side. “The prison is enchanted,” Aelia whispered, her eyes darting over the runes etched into the walls. “No wonder her m
Alex carried Aelia again and hopped from rooftop to rooftop in a blur. It was the best way to avoid any confrontation with the guards below. He knew a fight with the guards at the dungeon’s entrance was inevitable, but there would be little to no repercussions from that. Not only would he take care of them quickly, no one would notice that the guards had been killed, since no other guard would patrol into the area. The recent guard shift made this a concrete fact. Besides, for those guards to be placed at such a volatile spot, they must be among the strongest, if not second to the Elite Guards. They got past the guards loitering the streets in over a minute and landed before the dungeon’s entrance. Alex dropped Aelia and immediately curled his hands to fists, a small smirk creeping at the side of his lips. Aside from his very short bout with Borg—the mercenary at the tavern—he hadn't gotten the chance to flex his body. And Borg was a disappointing opponent anyway. Feeling the sud
There was no time to discuss it with Aelia. Alex took action immediately. He began to mumble some inaudible words under his breath whilst taking one step after the other out of the storage room. He placed his palms some distance away from each other, waving them in back and forth arcs, as though an invisible ball lay between them. The air got thick, red threads of mana sparking around him like electricity. The threads soon flourished into a dull red aura of magical energy around him. He had to keep the releases of his power to the minimum, or all eyes would instantly be on him—including the normal guards, who were weaker and less sensitive to mana auras. He could tell, his ears twitching to the constant shaking from Aelia behind him. She was already overwhelmed by such a small fragment of his full power. He continued reciting the spell in a whisper and the aura of mana around him flowed down his upper body, and up his lower body. It was as though the space between his open palms w
The two of them waited patiently for the switch to happen. Eventually, Alex had to dispel the ball of flames as the guards did a last patrol around the premises. Their infiltration had been going on pretty well now. He couldn't risk them getting caught when they were so close to the central chamber. It wasn't as though they would cause him any trouble. He knew he could take all of them, even without Emberbane, but he needed to be covert for now. If a fight were to break out and it reached Lord Varek’s ears, the warlord could change the location of the witch’s cell, since that was obviously what the intruder—Alex—was here for. No one was foolish enough to try and kill Varek without a very substantial reason. “They're coming,” Aelia whispered, her ears twitching to the vibration of the maintenance room and the trudging of incoming horses. Alex stepped away from the window, his hand finding its way around Aelia’s wrist once more, “Let's move.” The gate to the central chamber opened
Aelia moved to and fro nervously before the sleeping Alex. It was almost time and he was still fast asleep. She was scared that he might lash out at her if she woke him up abruptly—a negative side effect of being a slave to Lord Varek. She had been manhandled and violated over very little mistakes. She gathered some courage after two minutes and crouched down before him. She exhaled softly and tapped him on his shoulder, “Uh... Alex. It's time.” At that very moment, Alex opened his eyes. Crimson met blue as they locked eyes. Aelia almost jumped back in fright. She didn't expect him to wake up so suddenly. Alex could read the fear in her eyes. He sighed and stood up, stretching his left hand down toward her, “Sorry for startling you.” “I-It’s fine,” she took his hand and he pulled her up without any effort. She cleared her throat afterward and began to turn off each lantern, “It's almost time for the guards to switch. We still have about fifteen minutes, but it would take us over
Alex made sure to exhaust the hell out of Liora by walking around the inner city aimlessly. She wanted to act strong at first, but after walking for an extra two hours, fatigue and thirst began to kick in. She spotted a nearby tavern and suggested that they had some rest there. Alex was in no way tired. He could keep going for days without food or water without faltering, but he agreed anyway. At least… She thought he did. In the brief moment that she turned to look at the tavern, he cast an illusion spell, creating an exact replica of himself close to her, while his real self blended with the darkness of the nearby alley. He was gone. His replica would only last for an hour or so, since he didn't put much magic essence into the spell. He had to reserve his power for his battle against Varek. Liora noticed a slight distortion in Alex's replica’s countenance, but she was too tired to give it any thought. It wasn't as though she could read him in the first place anyway. After havin
The mercenary squeezed his fists, “You're fodder, red eyes. I was only trying to warn you so you wouldn't do anything stupid. But it would seem I would have to beat some sense into you.” Alex couldn't help it at that point. With his head still cocked to the left, he grinned. Slowly unsheathing his axe, the mercenary announced, “By the way, the name's Borg. You should at least know the name of the man that wipes that stupid grin off your face.” Alex stretched his right hand to the side, “Borg… I'll try to remember that.” Space rippled by his right palm, cracking ever so slightly that nether and dark energies leaked out in a very small quantity, creating this red-black bubble of energies. He grabbed something within this bubble and pulled out a long broadsword. The flux of energies was immediately sucked in and space repaired itself. Gently, and with much care, Alex placed the tip of the sword on the floor, sending a slight tremor across the tavern and the surrounding areas. The b
After cursing him a few more times internally, Liora turned to look at the tavern, and without looking at the placard above, she could already tell its name. “The Broken Shield? Why are we here?” she quizzed with a raised brow. Before Alex could respond—not like he planned to anyway—she quickly added with a slight frown, “Seriously? Beer at this hour? How do you expect to sell your stuff with clear eyes when you're drunk?” For the first time in a while, Alex took a glance at her. In that very moment, he imagined conjuring a big cog and shoving it into her mouth. She was too loud for him. He retracted his gaze without saying a word and made his way up the short flight of stairs that led to the tavern. Liora's brows twitched, but she had no choice than to follow him. Though, at the back of her mind, she strongly fought against disregarding her superior’s orders to escort Alex. She wanted to at least stab him through the leg. By the time she entered the tavern, Alex was alread