It wasn’t enough to have a barrier to protect yourself in Charmy’s territory. Even if your domain was strong enough to allow you to reach Charmy, it was still useless. That is because 100 meters around Charmy is the absolute death zone that nobody can cross. Charmy’s combat style differed from Eris and Arran both of whom were close combat fighters. Her style closely mirrored that of mages. Powerful mages were at their strongest within their magic towers which served as their territory. Inside it, they can unleash devastating might from the scores of prepared magical spells and traps. The same was true for Charmy. Within the ocean created by the Charm Speaker’s Crown, subatomic nanamites were simply the first layer of abilities prepared for battle. 100 hundred meters around Charmy was where things started to get truly dangerous. This zone was covered by droves of whirlpools twisting around in tandem to create powerful ocean currents that acted forcefully on one’s body, forcing them
Aarrgh! “Kasack you coward! Come down here and face me. Let us end this once and for all!” Arran’s cry rang throughout the battlefield, the ripples of his voice mixed with his spiritual fluctuations reaching everybody’s ears. For a moment, it seemed like the battlefield fell silent as multiple pairs of eyes belonging to various dark creatures and monsters turned to look at Arran. In their eyes, disdain and loathing could be seen and their thoughts were filled with laughter at the words Arran had just said. It was as if they were laughing at arran for the audacious words he had spoken and the courage it had taken to utter them. What gave Arran the right to challenge Kasack? This was the prevailing thought going through the minds of the dark creatures. It was like seeing a child waving a stick at a bear and challenging it to a sword fight. Nobody would think the child was being courageous. Instead, they would think that he was foolishly courting death. Not only was it amus
The world was lightless, swallowed by a void of deep creeping darkness that expunged all warmth, casting a chilling shadow over the entire battlefield. Arran’s attack was like the end of days for all, a desperate attempt to end all life by all means necessary. The 10X effect of Death Bringer was on another scale such that it covered almost the entire battlefield including Kasack’s position at the center of the formation. This instant death ability which was mostly single target in nature had been transformed into a wide sweeping attack after accumulating 10 counts of Death Bringer charge during the fight, a feat that was easy to accomplish due to the sheer number of enemies throwing their lives at Arran. Before now, Arran didn’t know he could do this. But in his desperation to cull the number of enemies down attacking him and his companions and strike down Kasack once and for all, arran was forced to attempt a risky move. Surprisingly, stacking Death Bringer counts was feasibl
Kasack had a dream… that he was cast adrift on a boundless void ocean with darkness all around him and the light of the stars unable to reach him at all. Everything was peaceful yet the silence was desolate. In that dream, Kasack instinctively knew he was dead at least his mind told him that he was, yet his soul like a ship without anchors floated unmoored in an endless haze of darkness unable to find rest. Kasack didn’t know how long he had spent wandering the haze in his dream. It felt like an instant but also like a billion light years had gone by when a presence suddenly reached into the darkness calling out to him. Sigh! A sigh filled with ancient vicissitudes was the only thing the presence uttered yet it set the void ocean a-storm, causing tides to surge and Kasack’s soul to tremble vigorously. When Kasack opened his eyes next, the darkness had disappeared, his eyes filling with light as the scene of the battlefield became clear to him. Before Kasack, there was only h
As soon as the darkness receded, Arran’s and Kasack’s figures were revealed. In the entire 5-kilometer area surrounding Arran, only the of them remained. The rest had all seen their bodies completely vaporizing along with their souls under Arran’s attack. Kasack’s body was motionless and while he seemed alright physically, there didn’t appear to be any signs of life within him at all. Noticing this, Arran was incredulous. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing at all. ‘Have I succeeded? Did I kill him, truly?’ Arran was in doubt. He found it difficult to believe that he had managed to actually kill Kasack… this formidable enemy. Not only Arran but the others on the battlefield. When they — Aeth, humans, and dark creatures — saw Kasack’s body remaining unmoving after appearing from the blank patch of darkness formed from Arran’s attack, they were dumbfounded, frozen, and a little shell-shocked from disbelief as they all considered an absurd possibility. ‘Is this truly
“You deserve death!” “All of you deserve death!!!” Kasack in his fury exploded like a loose fuse igniting a stack of dynamite. His aura explosively surged outward affecting everybody on the battlefield including his army. The sudden turn of events caught everybody off guard. Arran and his allies weren’t so shocked as they expected some form of retaliation from Kasack. But the dark creatures and monsters were shocked by the sudden outflow of murderous intent surging towards them. They didn’t know how to react to Kasack’s declaration of death upon everybody, unable to tell if he was referring to them or their enemies. One dark creature that was relatively closer to Kasack — a daemon breed of some kind that possessed superior intelligence compared to the others in the army — stepped forward to ask sychophantly. “Lord, are you feeling alright? Should we resume our assault on the enemies?” Dark creatures and monsters unlike evil entities like vengeful souls and spirits were character
Everywhere was filled with white mist. There were obscure flashes of shadowy figures that filtered through the mist, along with the brief lull of various sounds. There were sounds of children crying, of metal blades clashing against each other, and of warriors shouting in their loud voices as they let out their battle cries accompanied by loud explosions that filled one with dread. These sounds interfered with and meshed together, like a piece of horrendous background music that told epic tales of war and savagery. Everything was dreamlike, and nothing could be perceived clearly. But above the din of hazy mist and blood-curdling sounds, there was one above all else that could be made out with total clarity. It was the sound of insane laughter that sent chills down the spines of those who heard it. Following it were indistinct mutterings, like the whispers of the devil. Anyone who heard it would be driven mad and be dulled of their senses and would leave themselves open to the sile
It was a typical winter day in downtown Los Angeles. As it was the eve of the new year, coupled with temperatures that were reaching an unbearable 32 degrees and below, the number of people that could be found on the streets was few.Everyone was inside their houses and staying warm with their families as they awaited the coming of the new year and anybody that found themselves outside on a day like today could only be said to truly be unfortunate.The new year was supposed to be a day of hope for everybody, a day where everybody started a new chapter on the story that was their lives, but for Arran, it was a day like any other day, filled with misfortune after misfortune.Arran as a 19-year-old hormonal teenager had dreams like any other teens his age had. Dreams of picking up girls and establishing a world-class harem, dreams of being every girl's favorite wet dream.Some would say he had the making of a popular harem king, with great looks and bronze t