Sitting inside the secret chamber of the Imperial Castle were five people. A large rectangular table was set in the center of the room, facing the door and behind it, massive curtains that hid something were barely opened. Four members from the Elder Clans were currently present. Saito Yoshitatsu who sat on the left side of the table, closest to the curtains, had her eyes closed in silent meditation. Sotomura Tomo, or better known as the Grand Sage looked to be quietly facing the empty seat across him, but everyone knew he was busily investigating blue prints he had stored in his head and thinking up new marvels for the world. He sat at the right hand of the table, closest to the door. Daisuke simply drank a cup of warm tea, facing his friend Yoshitatsu. Sitting at the end of the table with her back to the door, was Tatsumaki Suzuki, fanning herself.Behind the veil was the emperor whose face was illegal to be seen by any. Any except his royal advisor, that is, Suzuki Tatsumaki, the o
A feeling of doom settled on all but Sotomura who had already calculated the possibilities. If he was being very honest, the situation did not look good for them in anyway. But if there was one thing he was certain of, it was that there was no traitor amongst the current circle. As much as Akihiko disliked Suzuki, even he would recognize the situation immediately. That was why no one complained when Akihiko was drunk. In fact, Drunk Akihiko was abnormally smart. It was so weird Tomo had been tempted to dissect his brain for research. Surely, he had heard everything that had happened and would make the best possible wish. Fafnir crouched next to the drunk and lifted his head. A few light taps and the behemoth of a man was looking up in a daze. “I am here to grant your wish, Akihiko. Make your wish.” “W-Wish… hic…?” “Yes, Akihiko, your wish.” Fafnir whispered into his ear. Akihiko stood up and his body cackled with lightning. “You know? Hic… I’ve always disliked… hic… you, Ibuki.”
So, I messed up big time. The only leverage I had on Zana, I accidentally revealed it didn’t exist. At that point, I expected for a big battle where she’d kill me, but she simply asked me to leave her cave. I tried to talk her into rethinking it, but in a rage, she let the aura she had been hiding flare and sacked me out of the cave.Currently we were on our way back to the lizardman village to get the others and teleport right back to the West.“Hey, you there.”We encountered a snake person on our way.‘Who are you?’I forwarded a message to their minds. Its eyes widened in brief shock, before completely disregarding my question.“Follow me to my village for a moment.”They said,“I have information that will be very crucial to you.”‘Huh? Don’t ignore my question in favour of your own.’The snake person still slithered past me into the fog.‘Oi. Snake dude, girl, person, thing? I don’t know what your deal is, but either you speak now or we just leave.’Still not responding to me, t
Ten years had passed and the shaman had come to the conclusion that her adopted granddaughter was for lack of a better term “Gifted”. A prodigy when it came to learn shamanism. A bright child that loved to play around and experiment, with a character that did not befit her appearance. She was so much of blessing that even The Fog had taken a liken to her.For these and several other reasons, the shaman had decided that her granddaughter would inherit her role as the next shaman. Since she specialised in [Totem Magic], she believed that would be watch she should teach her.It did not take long for the child to become proficient with that brand of magic and move out to discover others.Truly a bright granddaughter anyone would wish to have. She was content with all matters, but little did she know there was a budding problem. That was her son’s wife had eventually laid an egg and from it was born a powerful beautiful granddaughter. Though she was not stronger than her predecessor, she w
“Feeling guilty for all that happened, I decided to help Zana do whatever it was that she did.”‘So, you’re the sister that allowed their sister to get bullied because you didn’t want to feel left out? You’re the kind of sick animal I hate most.’I told her and stood up.‘Get up, Ulva. We’re going back home.’She stood up and walked ahead of me.“Please! I beg of you! I stood by to let her get bullied the first time. I do not wish the same events to happen this time round!”I saw her prostrating herself, but I didn’t stop to take what she was taking seriously. I really didn’t want to abandon Zana after hearing her story. That was exactly why her sister told it to me. So, I would feel guilty about leaving her to die in a fight. Still, tricking me to come fight a necromancer with the lives of hundreds of people who looked up to me for protection on the line? That was way more vexing.Ok, maybe she was misdirected into believing that I could resurrect people. Maybe her plan wasn’t actual
“AAAAGGHHHH!”There was a horrid shriek that spread out through the quiet battlefield. Surrounded by five hulking figures, one woman was on her knees, screaming in pain. Her body started to act up, holes forming at random and almost immediately healing up, flames engulfing her and an eerie blue aura that forced itself down her throat.When it was all done, she fell on all fours, huffing heavily. The orb she dropped glowed faintly and hummed calmly. It was speaking to her, informing her of what was happening to the souls.‘H-Half? Gone? Already?’The orb hummed again.‘What do you mean I’ll die if all my undead die?’ZIIIING!‘Y-You… my soul… I was never going to get my revenge, was I?’ZIIIING!‘Someone created the monsters that destroyed half my soldiers?’ZIIING!‘If I make them mine, I won’t have to create more undead?’ZING!A sharp shock went through her brain and she stood up immediately with a crazy grin on her face.‘That’s it! Whooo!’She jumped on one of the undead that was
“Haa~ Zana!”The necromancer jumped at the tyrant who moved out of the way swiftly, avoiding her hug.“What is the meaning of this?”She asked.“What do you mean? I just wanted to thank you.”“Then do so normally.”The necromancer stood up and cleared her throat.“Fine. Drop the summoner on the ground.”Zana looked at her surroundings. Hinotori’s summons were still going at it, beating up the undead army, whereas the necromancer’s top five undead were being kept busy. She still failed to see how the necromancer would win, but there was something about the necromancer’s confidence that made it look like she was not going to lose.She cautiously dropped Hinotori’s body on the ground. Zana approached it and picked at the body for a bit.“It’s still alive?”“Well, you said you want to meet her.”“Hmm, I wanted to converse with her first. And I see they don’t just go back even if she is asleep. That means she can literally have such an army at her disposal all the time. This little one is
The warmth of the sun, the buzzing of insects in the air, the flow of water down the waterfall, the smell of beautiful flowers in the atmosphere and the rustling of trees in the cool breeze. It was a perfectly normal day in the West of Larm. Well at least, it used to be one to Tsuna.Ever since the invasion, things had been… different. The calming warmth the sun provided was now like walking in actual fire all the time, the insects in the air were now nothing more than pests that kept feeding on her body, the sound of gushing water only reminded her of what she believed she saw when she… when she… She didn’t even know what!She had heard rumours from the goblins about what happened. About how the wicked witch had possessed her body during the invasion and this led to major losses. Anytime she asked Gorm about it, he would brush off her question with something else that was happening. This gave her many questions. Too many questions to the point she would sometimes just daze about duri