This was their arena, Tergon knew, this was their domain, their realm and their game. He was fighting against a higher system, an evolved cosmic order and playing by their rules meant inevitable defeat. It was specially designed to make the weak fall and if he played like a weakling he was definitely going to fail. "Are you hesitant for the third duel to begin ?" Tergon challenged, "Because I'm already battle ready." "You are a goldsmith of words", the leader of the warriors remarked, "but do you still want to fight is as a group or individually ?" "I might have allowed fury to have taken over my reasoning", Tergon replied, "but I'll be humble enough to admit my mistake - I'll take you all one after the other." "But remember !", their leader warned, "just because you are a fighting us individually doesn't make it any easier. What happened earlier was simply a case of shared labor, making it easier to take you down. But against one, you unfortunately still don't sta
Tergon felt those pulsations stream through his being and his vision rose to a higher level of comprehension making the hidden dimensions of this arena becoming visible to him. Those ideograms and geometric projections trailed the steps of the warrior, with every move he made, creating a strange series of geometric combinations, it was a martial pattern of combat, Tergon grasped the wave and the way they fought was so unique, that they played both roles of offense and defense based on the way those ideograms configured themselves. Tergon was beginning to see those symbols which trailed the warrior's sword with each strike he made, his blade disrupted the atmosphere, resulting in that explosion of geometric symbols and ideograms that reeled their way through his being, symbols which Tergon's ignorant mind could not comprehend. The symbols were undeniably explaining the warrior's battling moves but they were beyond what Tergon's mind couldn't and wasn't elevated enough to under
Staring at the warrior, Tergon knew that even though his opponent didn't show it, he was nevertheless taken aback by his transformation. So this was how the cosmic pirates were able to take down millions of soldiers and battleships without ever failing - by simple evolving - no wonder the likes of Kied could never be taken down by the Feudal Order, no matter how strong and fiercely armed they came, they still weren't their match even though they came as an army, because the war was truly within and like the arena, they were war. "What's holding you back", Tergon called, "I know it's not in your nature to be the aggressor but, there is no aggressor in the arena, there's only the victor and vanquished." Charging at him Tergon made the first move, striking, his sword locked with the warrior's, the impact was thunderous, pushing Tergon's opponent backwards, sending him skidding on his knees, their metal pads exhuming sparks as they screeched. Rising to his feet, the warrior s
Tergon's sword struck like thunder and the avalanche residing within him tore out from his being, consuming the entire arena, it's burning waves made the ether quake and quiver, exhuming that explosion which swept across the distance, the storm then died away. Still, the clanging of swords, battle-axe and shield persisted, Tergon ramming furious blows upon his opponent who staggered backwards, battling to keep his balance. Swirling around, Tergon launched a kick which struck the warrior's wrist, sending his battle-axe flying into the air, ramming the warrior with his shield, the impact threw Tergon's opponent staggering backwards, with Tergon rising into the air like a soaring eagle, then goring upon his prey, his blade cut through the warrior's raised sword, burying itself into his entrails, the warrior's being faded into a burning wind of ash. Rising to his feet, armour and blade steaming, Tergon's eyes blazed, ignited with the fury of the burning seas still rising within him, it
"Seven feudal lords along with us have already broken away from the Feudal Order on the same quest for the astral city of rising light." "Norden", Rakeal intoned, "a mythical realm revered by many, the sanctuary of this age and most call it a fairytale." Slamming his empty mug on the table, the sound echoed on striking the roof of the cabin of this battleship. "Unfortunately", Rakeal continued, "there can be no sanctuary in this savage and ruthless age, there is none. Not even a stellar paradise can withstand the clutches of the imperial lords." "We are no longer alone in the quest for Norden", Rakeal's general, Zavir, reminded, "and they could be searching for the same key as us." "The Harp of Discord !" Rakeal flared, "And I was the pioneer of this, yet without any success in finding even a single trail that could lead us anywhere. We've only been roaming the cosmic wilderness and battling packs of wild cosmic beasts all these astral months !" "Maybe ther
"What do you suggest we do sir ?" Zavir inquired. "We make them", Rakeal explained, "come to us. We don't have anchors for nothing. We'll nevertheless still take an offensive stance at the start to make them take the bait." "To attack", Zavir concluded. "Precisely Zavir", Rakeal commended, "precisely", emphasizing, he continue, "Give the order to commence the assault, what's left of the last Lance Crystal can pull us through, once we've sapped enough energy from their fleet, we'll fight our way through the battlements towards any of the galaxies' eye within this vassal." Zavir's finger tapped the metal band on his wrist which erected that holographic screen of ideograms and geometric structures, rearranging them, Zavir created a configuration that transmitted the order to the fleet, initiating a head-on assault. "This is what I was all about from the beginning", Rakeal said to himself, "supreme control and total annexation, there is no other necessity as imp
Kied's eyes were firmly fixed on that holographic screen with James and Judith standing on two separate platforms surrounded by those holographic aureoles bearing those flaring inscriptions, ideograms and symbols. Equivax stood at a corner with Hypernox resting on his shoulder while Trident was sitting on his knees, antlers ever glistening and eyes burning, they all watched as Kied crafted James' and Judith's armour. Judith stared at those flaring symbols and geometric configurations, so this was what Henry had been drawing during physics class. She tried to make out their meanings, but deep down she knew it was a futile effort trying, she wasn't an alien, was she ? Staring at Kied, she marveled at how much he knew at such a young age, how could a sixteen year old boy ... "Don't think we're age mates", Kied echoed, "I'm five times older than your father." Judith felt like strangling herself, he had read her thoughts again, why did he always have to do that ? Couldn't h
"Stop yapping nonsense and let's fight", said Judith folding her sweaty palms. "A fight you want", Kied replied, "and a fight you shall get." Hypernox screeched, the sound making the floor shake, with everyone apart from Kied and Equivax, stumbling as they tried to keep their balance. A magnetic force pulled Judith towards Kied, stopping a few feet away from him. A metallic and hexagonal lift took form beneath Kied and Judith, lifting them into the air, its sides flared as a holographic screen stretched from them, stretching across a few yards it formed a circle. The same force which had drawn her previously now pushed Judith backwards, enlarging the distance between her and Kied. "I don't think you know where your weapon is.", Kied revealed. Judith searched all over her armour fervently but couldn't find anything, was Kied playing games with her ? If he was trying to ... "You're too quick to react", Kied said, "even though you're more arrogant than I am, I'