If there's anything Ezra Miller hated in his entire life, it was being summoned by King Argus. He disliked him so much that he never ceased to disobey him. Everyone might regard King Argus as their rightful king because of his achievements, reign, strength, and every army that he commands, but Ezra Miller regards him as a fool. A weak man who can't fight his battle alone.He grumbled, rolled on his bed, and hissed in frustration. Why is it that the king never ceases to disturb his peaceful moments? Ezra hates Argus for that. That man surely knows when and how to interrupt his happy moments. He's just too arrogant."Ezra Miller, the king demands your presence on the battlefield." The servant that had come to summon him yelled.He groaned, "Tell your king that I'll see him in the evening. I'm having a peaceful sleep now."The servant dashed into his tent, removed the blanket that covered his body, revealing his naked buttocks, and slapped it.Ezra groaned again. The servant boy is just
Ezra Miller's men roared in victory. None of them had any doubt about his skills, and they never questioned him. He had never failed to defeat any opponent before, and he never ceased to amaze them with his skills at every war."Is there anyone else that wants to challenge me?" He demanded, his voice cold and harsh, like the sting of a scorpion. "Is there?"But his voice was met with silence. No one dared challenge him from King Ichabod's men. Slowly, the king himself stepped forward, and Ezra turned to give him a hard look."Who are you, son?" He inquired."Ezra Miller," he said harshly. "I'm the outcast son of the Jeroboam clan."The king smiled and said, "I won't forget that name, son." He stretched the staff to him and said, "Take this to your king; it's the staff that I used to govern my people."As Ezra stretched his hand out to receive the staff, a cold voice said, "Not so fast. Defeat me and my men, and you shall have the staff."Ezra looked at the new beings, and he shook his
Garry and Kusandra Dracaena Smith walked out of the palace through a secret door that leads out of the courtyard, leaving Sebastian and his council to settle the people. He believed he had done enough for him. For someone who lost two brothers less than a week ago, he's trying.Well, what choice does he even have? He couldn't break down yet. If there's anything Garry has learned from Rey, it's to never give up. He knew he should be mourning for those he loved. He should tear his clothes, put on a rag, pour ashes on his head, and fast for them. But Garry is doing the latter. Why? Because he knew none of the two beings would do that if they were in his position, especially when there was a way to bring one of them back.He walked towards the lone path that leads to their hut, Kusandra Dracaena following closely behind, and a great silence reigned between them.For some reason unknown to Garry himself, he felt safe, secure, and calm with Kusandra. He's feeling a strange sensation that he
Flashback toOne hundred years agoNevertheless, he hardly had that typical demeanor. Xavier Knoll, Alpha of the black wolf pack, stood at the highest peak of the mountain. He is a tall man, wide and lean, with a broad chest, a wide jaw, a hard face, crimson blue eyes, and long braided blue hair to match the color of his eyes.He had small scars at the lower part of his cheek and plastered at his nose, crushed from too much battle. He was wearing his royal armor. A gold breastplate forged from Mount Vernon fire. Long, golden trousers that glisten with the help of the first sun. His breastplate is an armless one, exposing his muscles and light skin. He was clutching his blade tightly as if his life depended on it, waiting for the right moment to put it to use. Xavier could have used his claw. But he dislikes it. He hardly trained with his claws, unless compulsory. All his life, he had been breeding himself for a day like this. He was a die-hard warrior, a tough man, and hard to beat,
“You're the Titans' god of war,” Hela said, shifting away from Drax. “You're Deimos, the terror god.”Drax smiled. Of course, he is the one. The old man Tim is gone, he's now replaced with a middle-aged man, well-built, who had scars from different battle wounds. He had a white body like an albino, and the mark of the ancient Titans is visible on his body. “I know you all had different questions running through your head, but I want you to know that we don't have enough time for that,” he said, frowning his face as if nothing had just occurred. “Every savior in the middle land always had a protector,” he pointed at Kusandra and Garry, “the both of you were chosen for a special reason. I'm alive till now to guide you, it's your duty to protect him.”Garry scoffed, “Protect, you say?” He wonders how they will protect someone that can destroy a whole territory. Someone that had the spirit of an ancient demon beast, and was possessed by a god.If none of them were aware of what Rey could
Drax gasped back to life, his eyes flung open, and he adjusted to the environment almost immediately, and his body became tense. He's back at the place he never thought he'd visit again. The place that harbors his dread memories. A place of great anguish. A tortured place for unlucky beings and a paradise for the devil. A beautiful place for the Titans and a tormented place for both pure-blood gods and demigods. The underworld.Beside him, Garry and Kusandra Dracaena gasped to live, too, and their bodies tensed as the aura of the underworld overwhelmed them."The underworld," Garry commented, his eyes looking around like a robot. "It's the underworld, indeed."Drax ignored him and stood up, his armor making a clang as it met with the scabbard of the blade that was tied to his waist. He stretched a hand out to the two of them, and as they grabbed it, he yanked them up.As they let go of his hand, Drax examined the atmosphere. Nothing had changed. The earth, a dark, gloomy, and scary sk
“No!” Rey hollered. He shrieked with all his might. He tried to focus on everything he had as the atmosphere started to change. Furthermore, he calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and forced himself to think that it was just an illusion, a fragment of memories that had been plucked somewhere to torment him. An illusion that was crafted into images of those he loved.“This is not real,” he assured himself, his eyes still closed, and he hoped with all his might that the memories would vanish once he opened his eyes. “It's just another illusion. I shouldn't allow unreal images to hurt me.”Rey opened his eyes, and he wasn't surprised to see that it was still the same. Nothing changed. Of course, he should have known better. It will never change. He was struck here in the underworld, sentenced to eternal torture because of the souls he had killed.Did I deserve it? Rey asked himself. No, I'm not cruel; they all deserve it. Starting from the military man he killed at the beginning of his qu
Theme: Crisis in another realmThe six pillars of the underworld appeared in front of Rey Reed Smith again, a dirty smile plastered on their faces, and they looked eager to begin another round of torture on Rey.Weakly, he raised his gaze to meet them, and he could feel his brain starting to imagine how excruciating the next round of pain would be. He didn't need to peer into their thoughts before he knew they had a lot of things under their sleeves that they would be unfolding soon.Rey looked deep down for his power, for the strength of his hellhound, for the divine power that was granted to him by Lord Rey, but he was empty. He's as weak as an ordinary human. He's useless. He couldn't feel his beast power, nor the one that belongs to Lord Rey.Eventually, Rey started blaming himself. He had been so eager to save Arianna that he ignored Lord Rey's warning against the barrier. Only if he had to step back and find another way to break the barrier. He regrets acting in haste. Perhaps,