Drax scanned as men stood on sentry at the wall of Tartarus, guiding it and trying to stop him from penetrating. At least, that's what they thought they were doing. Those that eluded earlier had given them warning about the incoming intruders, and they took formation instantly. From Drax's philosophy, he knew this wasn't a formation that was formed in a rush; they were prepared already.When he saw them increasing in number, he started questioning why he had to let the three men survive to give a report. Well, the answer is that he wanted to make a graduate entrance, but he wasn't expecting this. Nevertheless, he didn't doubt his skills. In fact, he couldn't wait to shed their blood if they failed to acknowledge him and made an example of them.He led the way, Kusandra, and Garry by his right, while Chiron walked to his left. "Is this how it always goes?" He asked, and they knew he was referring to Chiron."It began after the last war," He said. "But they will bow at your feet, and th
Trusting that Drax can take care of himself, Charon, Garry and Kusandra focus their attention on the incoming armies with Charon leading the way.He stared at Ezra Miller as he led the assault, and wriggled his head to show his frustration; "This isn't going to end well," he said, forcing Garry and Kusandra to give him a weird look."What's that supposed to mean?" Garry asked."I had an encounter with the man leading the assault a few years ago. I fought him with a pack of Minotaur, and we wounded him because he's greatly outnumbered. He thought I was cheating. Since then, he had been looking for a perfect rematch." Charon explained, puffing out a little smoke from his mouth as the wind of the underworld struck his face. "He believes he was touched by the gods, and there's no one like him in this realm."Garry smiled, "With my speed, we had an advantage over him." He raised his hand to display his power, and Garry gasped as nothing occurred. "What's wrong?""Your power isn't working?
Rey Reed Smith died again and again—at least of illusion and imagination. Even though he can't be killed again, the pain of getting struck, hit, and wounded is real. There's no possibility of him doing this, but the pain is unbearable, excruciating, and unexplainable.The illusion warrior struck again for the tenth time with more speed, strength, and agility. The attack was so blurry that Rey barely evaded it. The warrior raised his blade high above his head and swung it at Rey's head. Instead of meeting the blade midway, he bent low, the force of it whistling past his head. The latter brought his blade back as easily as wielding a chopping knife, swirling it as it came for Rey's neck. He rolled out of the way.The illusion leaped after him, aiming to thrust into his chest. Rey used his blade to parry the attack sideways, followed by a kick at the illusion's chest. The latter easily blocked his kick and swapped Rey's last feet away from the earth. With a loud thud, he collided with th
"I'm sorry," Rey Reed apologized when he saw the blood lord's angry expression."It's too late for sorry," the blood lord said, discarding his plea. He clapped his hand and said, "Follow me."Rey Reed Smith wanted to argue. He wants to tell the man that he wants him to change the enemies he's fighting or, better yet, change the pattern he's using. However, the man got it wrong. He could see that there was no point to it. There's nothing he can do or say that will change the man's mind.Reluctantly, he followed the blood lord to a spot where the Forest opened out into a roughly circular clearing bordered by Hawthorne, brambles, and wild roses with stinging nettles. In the middle of it, a blade sat balanced across a tree stump.No, it's not just any blade. Rey recognized the blade instantly. It's the one he used to fight the first illusion that was created by the Blood Lord from flame."How?" Rey asked, confused. He could remember sheathing the blade to the scabbard at his waist, and no
Rey Reed Smith trained until he wasn't sure if he could proceed or take any more death from his enemies. The blood lord is now training him with blades, sticks, fire bows, and throwing off different short and light metals.He occasionally ran, jumped when necessary, hid when needed, and killed from the shadows if required. During all the time of his training, his mind lay on the circle of trees and the sword that lay at their heart. He couldn't forget it—not so fast. It belongs to him, and he will make sure to get it back. He will never accept defeat from a mirror image. Something that doesn't even exist-not entirely real.Rey could still feel the pain of his wounds. Even though the blood lord had dressed the thorn scratches and the deeper puncture with herbs to aid the healing, which also suppressed the pain a little, he could still feel the pain with every step it took.Rey knew that the blood lord had the power to take away his pain. It's something he can do with a flip of his hand
Rey Reed Smith gasped as he found himself on a lonely road. He heard a ticking beside him, and he saw a compass. He needs no one to tell him that it will lead him to his friends.What Rey needs now is privacy. He needed to reminisce about what had occurred to him in the past few hours. He couldn't believe that he had officially become the messenger of a dark lord. But he couldn't think about that now. At least they had given him a chance to leave; that means his next move should be how he will save his friends before they perish.He hadn't walked more than five miles, following the direction of the compass when he appeared on the south side of the Styx river. His gaze stretched forward, and he saw the wreckage of ships sinking, flames dying off, and the ships letting out an angry hiss as they met with the water.He averted his gaze, and it collided with two beings fighting viciously on the field. On the other side, he saw his friends. They were vastly outnumbered, and Kusandra is the
Theme; crisis in another realmThe rest of the team, including Drax, fidgeted as Rey stood proudly in front of the advancing men, staring at them as if they were worth nothing. He looks confident, which is unusual. He wasn't panicking, nor was he attempting to attack. That leaves them in a mystery of, "What's he planning?"They tried to make themselves into a thing of immovable rock, still as tall as the wall of Tartarus nearby. It didn't work for them, though. They had been waiting for too long, and the armies never stopped advancing either."One hundred and fifty-one thousand," Rey kept counting. He wasn't sacred, crouched, and stiffening like the rest of the team. But instead, he stands comfortable as if waiting for his bride."It seems like you don't look bothered despite the armies," came Argus' voice. He stood about thirty feet away from Rey, watching his next move and anticipating his action. "You remind me of someone, though.""Of a scary dog named Ezra," Rey answered, still n
When the chaos continued with soldiers firing at each other blindly, a soldier's voice called for the men to cease fire, but it was in vain at first."Hold your fire," he shouted louder, but Rey could guess the soldiers were giving the order so they could reload. He wasn't sure if it was the order to bring the cacophony to an end either.Rey rose from his belly and ran, knowing very well that he had a little time before the men closed in on the spot where he was staying. He felt for the minds ahead of him, and he could sense the thought of men moving to cut him off. He let out a deadly smile.He leaped at one of the men in the mist, but it was starting to thin now, and he saw him coming. He parried the blow and then another. Rey struck again for the third time, and his blade easily slipped through the man's defense, cutting him down smoothly. The screaming of the man alerted a few soldiers nearby, and they charged at Rey. He runs again, bursting through the circle, and begins his mas