... Lyra awoke to the grey sky and dark patches of fuming black clouds.She lingered. Her body sore and grinding with pain and a splitting headache. Her eyes and innards weren't except from the tremors that rocked her body.But at the moment, Lyra paid little mind to that and instead stared emptily at the dark sky struggling with her lukewarm memory.She felt dreary, her thoughts slow and foggy.What had happened, she asked herself and blinked her burning eyes slowly. Soon her attention drawn to a voice from the side."You've woken up." Slowly, painfully, she turned just her head toward the source and met with the vibrant red eyes of a young man with lustrous messy black hair and an unearthly beauty. His face was still and aloof, exuding a subtle sense of distance and allure.His eyes were steady, those vertical pupils lingered unreadably still on her body.Lyra forgot to breathe, then her memories all came flooding back.The Den, the knights...all of it.Ultimately, she realized she
"Fine. Speak." Saying so, Huey crossed his hands and sat against the floor reluctantly.Lyra could almost imagine him pouting, but quickly blinked the thought out of her head and rushed to sit opposite him.'... This is weird.' It certainly was.She was casually sitting around outside of the Walls and having a casual conversation like in a picnic. She wasn't wearing any working gears or visor to protect her from the air and 'Mana' radiation, or a single weapon to fight off an Elder God if one were to ambush them.Which for some reason... hadn't happened.There was nothing but desolation in sight. No prowling Elder God's, which was weird considering a Rift opened not to far away.Then she looked at the aloof man before her, slowly her gaze fell to the black sword resting on him. She lingered on the black ebony blade. Dull red details spread across the surface of the blade. She had seen those details throb like living veins and spreading a chaotic aura all around.Even now she still fe
I come from a long line of 'Legandary' swordsmen lost in time and history. Apparently. But now... we're just managing members of society holding up a rundown dojo. But who the f*ck wants to learn swordsmanship these days?! No shit! We've got nukes! Choppers that rain down lead pallets! Laser technology! Fuck, I can even swear China will keep it coming!So, who the fuck would want to learn swordsmanship?! When I'd rather spend the time grinding levels on my Call Of Duty account. I was only a few more grinds before I hit the Grandmaster rank now. So many years...so many sacrifices. I gave up my first kiss for that.That was what I, Huey Blade, first son and Heir to the Blade Sword Family thought. How I genuinely felt. What I believed. What I still believe. But of course, as many other heirs born into such similar families, I had to 'uphold' some shitty tradition and keep up the lineage. To 'carry on the legacy' and some other almost philosophical sounding bullshits like that. My sti
The year 2094.All was chaos. The apocalypse. The Fall.The end of the world. That was what the history books called it.The earths' fomer azure-blue sky was tainted a stagnant grey with dark venomous fumes forming massive patches of black clouds. In this 'futuristic' world, the sun was but a memory. A thin grey fog surrounded the atmosphere, the air tainted and veiled.The flourishing landmass were scourged, gouged and withered. The iconic greenery of the planet became vast patches of toxic fuming membranes filling the earth with pestilence. Cities fell, continents burned.Civilization collapsed. Humanity erased to dwindling numbers. Savage creatures of grotesque proportion proweld the ancient ruins of a civilization that was.On the first day of "The End", they said the sky and it's firmaments 'fell' first, bridging the boundary between the day and night. The second day, the ground withered. The third day, the oceans boiled and drained. The fourth, the earth shook. By the fifth, ha
A desolate wasteland spread as far as Lyra's eyes could see, and this was so even as her vision and visibility were enhanced even further by the interactive visor that covered her face.The neon-blue screen of her visor displayed a wealth of information, its characters and readings weaving a tapestry of data detailing the conditions within a five-meter radius of her position."Steadfast!" The man ahead of the group warned. A massive creature of an absurd size spread its ghastly maws for his head. The man raised his arm, his gauntlets whirled with an electric blue charg up to his balled fist.His fist flashed forward quickly into the spread open mouth of an Elder God. The speed was incredible, the impact even more powerful. The charged power burst into a powerful concentrated shockwave upon connecting with the creature. The Elder God had no room to even utter a sound as it's body exploded into dirty fireworks from inside, a subdued shockwave permeating the surrounding of impact.'That's
Dens were considered a massive treasure trove, as well as a definite graveyard.Elder God Dens held dangerously high concentration of "Mana" radiation, which also tend to attract the numerous presence of Elder Gods to gather, which further ,also, tend to simultaneously increase the amount of radiation of the Den to further higher density.Elder God's were known to be "Warm-blooded" creatures. Perhaps even too hot. This was as a result of the concentration of Radiation focused in their cells and body which led to an absurd increase in body temperature. This 'heat', when concentrated, can also be dangerous to mundane humans, hence, only one of the need for powerful ManaTech gears when facing against an Elder God or a group of them.The high concentration of "Mana" Radiation attracts the presence of numerous Elder God's, which further increased the density and concentration of "Mana" in the area as a result of the radiation from their body heat and temperature.With so much "Mana" Radia
Deathly cries and ghastly screeches resounded rippled through the air.The Party ensued in a bloody battle, with each mili-second spent fighting for the next ...for their lives.Those with swords, their weapons cut apart, shredded; those wielding Spears thrust and stabbed; those with projectiles, pulled the triggers and aimed.Yet the stream seemed endless.The corpses of Elder Gods continued to mount, piles upon piles, around the group; indigo blood painting the surrounding in morbid chaos.It was pure chaos. Utter chaos.Lyra cursed and her sub-transperent dagger flashed, denting a slash against the hard exo-skeleton hide of the creatures. Their flesh far tougher than those of the Elder Gods they faced before the Den, and her lower Class Advanced-rank dagger could only leave a white slash surface wound.The Elder God screeched then lunged forward at the girl, it's massive shadow loomed over her like an inevitable omen of doom, threatening to devour her.When John appeared."Move!" H
The remnant group of the hunting party of five continued to venture deeper into the Den. Along the way they encountered and slayed even more Elder Gods, these one of an even different type.The various appearances of various Elder Gods were of a mutation between the compliance of cells when humanity still tried to synthetically and genetically re-create Elder God cells years back.But that was only to a varies number of few. Elder Gods were generally known to come in all shapes and sizes, as these creatures could affect control their physical metabolism and hence influence their appearance and form.So to say; they can casually grow an extra limb if the need arise.But Elder Gods, as sentient as they might yet be, were still sub-mindless creatures raved by ravaging hunger and thirst for chaos; it wasn't always that many of them would actually actively think to make youse of this ability of theirs.John struck down another of the scorpion -spider like Elder God and panted grimly.'We'r