"DEREK! MOVE!!" Hayaa screamed in his head and he barely rolled over to the side in time.A massive red gas of souls left Mr Woody's dead body. Dissolving into the air as there did. Derek looked back at the body on the ground. It had shriveled into skin and bones."You are very lucky. That was really close. If those demented souls had gotten into you, you would have very much regreted your identity as a Writer." Hayaa adviced."Wait is that what was caught all the ringing in my head?" "Yes! Writers are destiny's instrument for maintaining balance. The deafening ringing you heard standing close to him was as a result of their beg and resentment towards your kind. Mortals being what they are have little to no control and sensitivity to the soul. But once they become dead and in soul form, they can sense the authority your soul rune has over them. They can also sense the abundance of life your soul rune carries. Normal dead souls would have done nothing and maybe even stay away. But no
"Damn it! At this rate,we will not be able to switch nodes in time." Bastet lamented in annoyance."We have to stall them. Before they get through."She turned to an acolyte beside her. "Bring out the canons!""Yes madam!" She responded and left but then she turned back, "which of them, madam!? Mortal cannons or the ones used during the war?" She asked panicking.Bastet faced palmed. It was moments like these that she missed the presence of Lydia. She would have probably brought out the cannons even before Bastet ordered it."ALL OF THEM!!!" She screamed in anger."Yes! Madam Bastet." The acolyte bowed in panic before running out of the room.Walter opened a small zodiac gate that led to his room. Stretching his hand in, he brought out a bottle of wine and a glass. He poured the contents of the bottle into the glass and using his walking stick, he walked to Bastet."Here, have some. You need it." Bastet took the glass from his hand and downed it's content in one gulp."You should tak
Yes! Erugard was a fire elemental Norminer. And he was a very high one at that too. Just the appearance of his quill pen alone that was deep red and looked like it would burn his hand was enough for the surrounding temperature to rise.And as more of the feathers of fire surrounded his body, the more the hit in the environment increase.His hands moved and walls of fire were formed that protected against Bastet's assault.And then he willed again and his pen wrote runes in the air. These runes morphed into large scary balls of fire. And the moment he stretched his hand, they went in the direction he pointed.They went straight for the Zordia gate. Some of the acolytes were already shivering in fear. Nobody here was dumb. If those things were to get in here, they knew there were as good as done for. After all, who would survive such a blast from a high level Norminer.But just before the blast would make home, Bastet suddenly had a smile on her face. Her fingers moved and the so wide
This idea by Bastet made Mr Walter remember an old saying by mortals: A mighty dragon cannot win a snake in its own hole.Egypt as a whole was Bastet's tuff. And it had been her tuff for thousands of years already. She had made a home for herself here. She had also created traps here and there. She had faithful followers and worshipers till this day. Even though she intentionally had the temple above ground destroyed in other to confuse people that she was no more there, she still had a firm hold of the place.Infact, a good number of her acolytes unless those from special cases, were from this land.This meant that she had in her palms what many would normal refer to as the home advantage. And she was at the moment, taking full advantage of it.Erugard looked ahead only to see the crowd rushing towards him. Now the 'crowd' in this case does not refer to crowds of people but rather a crowd of exotic animals.Bastet was a collector by nature. She enjoyed taking rare creatures and ite
This particular skill of hers that she displayed during times of war, was indeed the reason that she was called a war Goddess.Those same skills that she had not brought to the table for a long time now we're displaying their effectiveness.She did not need to participate in the war herself before it had incredible results.Although, she did feel a bit sour about the loss of her exotic animals, but that did not matter as of the moment.Erugard had been caught unawares on two fronts. But that did not mean that the fight was over........Meanwhile back at Atlantis, another battle that had been going on was already at its peak.By now, news about the fight within Atlas was already known by many in Atlantis including members of the Grootslang there.Derek and Gina had worked together to get rid of one monster, but a more problematic one was still on the loose.And the person facing him was Esther.Elder Caleb drank the bottle of red vile and had become a walking disaster. He looked like
As the chos continued at Atlas Fist, civilians were scared. It was still dark. When the prince had kicked Ramond, it had also shifted the Trident slightly out of place. Every body was worried. Never in the history of Atlantis has a futon festival period lasted this long. People were not dumb. They knew it. This was not a good sigh at all.In the midst of this closed up disaster under the ocean, a particularly unique guest made way into Atlantis.This Erson had a hoodie to fully cover their head and big baggy robes for the rest of the body.The person made way through the dark streets to a restaurant with the head bowed throughout the time.This was the same restaurant that was owned by the family Derek and his friends had saved.He took a sit at a table. The restaurant was made bright with oil lamps here and there.Maria with a small note in hand walked towards him. Since the start of the futon, this was the first customer they were getting. The lot of people of the city were current
Meanwhile back at the Atlas Fist, Esther had just made a move and was panting on the ground. The blue water runes in frontt of her had disappeared and Elder Caleb who was expecting something to happen but did not, was mocking her.He walked up to her. Lifted her up by the neck. "You know I have never had a Writer woman before. Although you are lacking here and there," his eyes scanned her body in a perversive manner.Esther on the other hand, was currently battling with the screaming of souls that felt like they were invading her mind. Even though she was a Norminer, souls trying to eat at her soul rune was still a problem.Elder Caleb licked his lips, "if I am not mistaking, you should be maybe around three hundred or maybe four hundred years old. Yes! You will work out just fine."His other hand glowed slightly as souls gathered there. He smiled as he delivered a series of punches directly to her belly.He smiled, "see your kind are not so mighty."Just then, he noticed she was lo
Everybody stopped what they were doing and watched as Aesir made a beautiful mess of Elder Caleb. Meanwhile, Hayaa adviced, "Derek! Although Your friend is very human. If he receives a direct blow from the demented souls, it is not going to be very to watch.""I know. I'll pull him out before that time." Derek replied."You don't understand. As it is, i am gathering my energy for a task if great proportion. I will not be able to protect your soul rune again."Derek frowned a bit, "don't worry, I understand." Aesir had already cut off the hands and legs of the elder and watched as he laid helplessly on the ground.Even though his limbs were already cut off, he surprisingly did not scream out in pain. A result of his outstanding endurance. Although, he still gritted his teeth."Truth seeker! Why have you done this. You have stained the name of the Ebora. You have...""Oh! Shut up. Firstly my name is not Andrew and the only truth I am here to seek is where you had my sisters shipped to