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
It was late into the night but considering that it was the eve of the new year, the night sky was filled with dazzling light that gave one an illusion that it was still daytime.All around the streets were filled with festive decorations and from the homes of the city's residents came the joyous sounds of laughter and cheers as families sat down together to wait for the coming of the new year.At a certain park, in a corner where the lights and festive mood did not reach sat a teenage boy all on his lonesome.In the darkness, the boy could be seen looking around suspiciously and with caution. Making sure one last time that his immediate surroundings were free from any interference, Arran finally got around to examining the box.The polished surface of the box was decorated with fine grain patterns as well as frescoes and inlaid carvings depicting various wildlife. There was a deer with huge antlers branching out to the skies like a huge sky-reaching tree,
Now that Arran had gotten all the details down it became so much easier to proceed. All that was left to do now was to open the box.All across the surface of the box, there were a series of white dotted spots that looked like jewel encrusting's. These were flowing along the lines of the river drawn along the length of the box. They represented the bone that lay in the depths of Iylls and their numbers varied.In order to open the box then, Arran was going to have to trace the spots with a very defined amount of varying strength. Too much strength and the spots would just depress into the box without achieving anything, too little and the spots would not even budge. All this would have to be done following a special sequence.After a little thought, Arran figured out the sequence. It was one in which he and his parents use to communicate on special occasions like when they were separated on missions in order to relay their situation to each other.Without