Golind closed his eyes, willing his own heart to slow down just to release more of his power to give life to his master. “I am willing to give all that I am, just to see you rise to glory again… my Creator.” Little by little, the barriers begin to break. Cracks on the first barrier appeared, soft light peeking in through gaps in the barrier, letting light inside and on the second layer. “Come on!” Golind screamed, his face contorting, his cheeks sunking and his eyes were losing light. Losing life. He kept releasing Golden dust until it penetrated the 2nd barrier and ultimately destroyed the first one. As he kept destroying the barriers, the golden dust began to destroy the cave as well. The dust following Golind’s will of destroying the entire place. The ground began to shake, the earth trembling. Were it not for the strong foundation of the cave, the roof would have given in and fallen minutes ago.“I am the son of Jutrude. The commander giant, the dark Druid’s creation. The p
Fraco and Leona were snapped out of their trance, their souls coming down from the other dimension along with the souls of the Celestials. The sun was streaming in through the window and both of them glanced around, wondering why the Earth was trembling.Leona was shaking her head, and as she looked at him, her eyes widened in horror. “Fraco, do you feel that?” Another tremor, she grabbed onto Fraco’s shoulder and gasped. “Fraco… can you feel it? The Earth is shaking.” She paused when a disgusting feeling assaulted her senses. What is going on this time?There was a loud pounding on the door and it flew open. There were at least twenty men and women standing outside the door, staring at them. Daimon and Gwendolyn were standing in front a grim look on their faces. Both looked angry, disgusted. Terrified.Fraco and Leona stood up, moving between the door and the bed. A man pushed himself to the front of the crowd, slightly middle-aged and tall. It was the Supremacist, Theodore. Fraco
Rowan stood from the stars. For just a moment, this moment, he was content. He was about to avenge the love of his life, it brought him back to the time before all this, before his life had gone from messed up to uncontrolled chaos. There were smiles around the room and everyone seemed to be in a good mood or, at least, a better mood than they had been the day before. He remembered when all the Celestials were still alive. How he and his mated pair would enjoy their day, and some days they would guide the humans. But then… his trance was disrupted when he heard a faint sound. A sound that came from the land of the Sorcerers. It sounded like a prayer. Like a cry for help.‘Rowan!’‘Rowan, help us! Help us please!’‘Rowan, he’s alive! The Dark Druid is alive! He escaped, help!’ From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Chaos on the Land of the Sorcerers. “How could this be?” Rowan asked, himself. He looked around and saw how hundreds of Sorcerers are dying in a snap of
As the dark druid stands up, Daimon concentrates his power into a single location. He puts all his concentration into making the water sharp, strong, sturdy — like how the other Sorcerers turned water sturdy. Like mud, like blood. “Pierce.” Daimon murmured. And soon he was able to conjure a water thick, flexible and much like blood. Red and black. And soon, he turned it into a sword. "Now you die..." He said as he stared at the dark druid. He pushed his hand and the blade pierced Dah from the Frey, hitting the chest. The sword digs in deeper, drawing even more blood. “GAH!” The dark druid shrieks as the blade pushes against his chest, the tip of the blade bursting from his back. “YES!” Gwendolyn cheered. But then, the dark druid did something unexpected. Doing something that turned their battle around. He absorbed the sword.Daimon released the power, so that the dark druid wouldn't be able to absorb the entire sword.Gwendolyn gritted her teeth and looked at Dah from the Frey on
The traumatic sight made the Giant quiver in horror as he let out a shriek. With a malevolent sneer spread across his features, Ezizh said: “Your impudence and blasphemous ways have spawned those creations that I conceived called invertebrates. From the soil they were created and possess no skeleton. They are to devour you until you are but the size of only one of them, the maggot. Hence, you will feel shame by being reduced to a negligible form for all eternity by insignificant boneless critters.”It took five tedious days for Granit to be degraded to the size of a maggot by a terrifyingly elongated ribbon worm followed by snails, leeches, arachnids, flies, scorpions, beetles and many more invertebrates that filled the deceptive cave. Following the Giant’s torture, Hermes visited the earth and eradicated all indication of Granit existence in The Land of the Giants such as the temples that were built to worship the Giant of pride and vanity and the written forms of his doctrine. Furth
How many years has passed since blood rushed through his veins? For a long time, he felt dead and forgotten. No one is talking about his power and magic. No person alive is talking about how he single-handedly defeated eleven of the Celestial beings. Today, he's known as a man who does favors. Man has forgotten his legacy, but he doesn't want to display his power by terrorizing weak---powerless humans. What euphoria will he experience if he stomped his feet against a helpless human? What joy will that bring to him? Nothing.For a thousand and hundreds of years, he did nothing but stare at the sky and curse at the cowardice of the remaining Celestial who lives in his house up in the stars. He sent fireballs and crafted potions that can create a humongous thunder storms and cyclones that could damage anything on its path. He created a plague, just to get the Celestial being's attention. But in the end he got nothing. Still, he felt nothing. He thought of his immortality as a curse and n
Loud cries for help and plea of mercy resounds inside a small damp and dark room. A young Sorcerers named True had been held captive here for days without food and water. He's naked, hungry, scared and confused. One thing is for sure, before he lost consciousness there was a big explosion on the Fortress of Scorpio, he was one of the soldier's in line.He can still feel his limbs trembling and his body ached everywhere. "Is anyone there?!" Again and again he screamed, yet he could only hear his voice echo inside a room. "Please, help me!"He tried to stand up but his feet were bound and so were his hands. He tried to wiggle himself up and tried to stand up but he couldn't find anything to lean on for balance. For days he has not heard a sound other than himself. And then the door suddenly opened, showing a small stream of light from the outside."Hello?!" He shouted with all his might, hoping that it was someone who heard his cries for help. "Please help me..." He begged until his th
For the first month, Kane can only last three seconds in the air. In the second month, he could stay up there for a minute.In the third month, he could last for 15 minutes until he completely burns down and loses consciousness and ends up falling and hitting a tree. If he's lucky... he'll end up on the grass fields with a few cuts and scratches.Now they have been training for almost a half a year. Rasmus's skin is dark from exposure to the sun, yet Kane's skin remains as pale as a ghost. He noticed that Kane's body grew faster than regular boys his age, and because of this the boy eats triple the amount of food boys his age would. Kane is only 17, yet his build is of an adult male. His muscles are slightly defined and his mind matured as well.He learns quickly, and easily picks up from his mistakes so that he knows how to correct them. And now with his hard work, he easily flies 30 minutes in the air using half of his power alone."You're doing a great job, Kiddo." Rasmus screamed