Rameel stood there gazing at the meteor-sized mud ball on its way to destroy the whole clan, the whole Kabila, in mere seconds. But suddenly he seemed not troubled by their doom. Like he need not worry about them but himself at the moment. Rameel turned his back towards the House he honors, his family, and his dear friends.
He smiled and spun on his leg and sat down on the ground. "Traps? What a pain, I hate people who like to do tricks and not face their opponent head-on. You see I am not a guy who likes playing games, I seek to end war before it's even begun." He said while looking at the snow beneath him as if he was talking to another man. He covered his right hand with metal, "Metal Creation Prodigy: The Black Metal." He said, and punched through the snow and ground itself. He tightened his grip on something like he had found something buried down there. And pulled his hand out, and the ground busted open as Rameel stood up and pulled a man from the ground. He was a skinny man, wearing nothing but a rag around his thighs, the rag was so small it looked like an insult to the word rag. It was tattered and still covered the upper side of his legs. He had no hair but had a slight beard. Wearing golden-colored bangle-like bracelets on both wrists. He was covered in mud. Rameel placed his hand on that guy's neck and pulled him up, he stood at 5 feet and no more. "You thought you could deceive me with such a simple Prodigy trick? You were beneath me all this time, that's how you saved that fire guy as well. By hiding him in the earth itself. That's quite interesting tricks you have." Rameel threw him on the ground and turned back to see the meteor destroy his hometown and the Kabila of which he will be Sardar one day. But, the second meteor touched the shield that was made by Rameel's father to stop the enemy attack, the meteor passed through it with no trouble at all, but it did not pass but phased through it like it phased through the whole of Kabila and vanished in the air. "Illusion, it might be. You had me for a second." Rameel turned back, that guy had not moved a muscle. He was lying on the ground, terrified, or maybe the light had him blind for he had been living underground for a long time. The earth threw out another body, it was Adnan. "Now, where is the third guy? I mean, the guy who created that giant ball of mirage." Rameel inquired them. "Third guy?" Adnan stood up slowly, "You will never find him, I assure you. No matter how strong you are you will not win against us, for it's time for the three of us to Dumj." Adnan took a step back, "Imran!" He shouted. "Damj Kawahid!" He shouted again. The guy who was lying down on the ground shouted the same thing and another unfamiliar voice echoed, "Damj Kawahid!" Both of them started glowing like their skin was gold and the sun had fallen on it. The light was blinding, another light appeared right next to them. I took the shape of a man, but his face wasn't clear. "You weren't able to notice me, you damn fool. Now, you die." The light said, as all three of them tore apart and their pieces of body, started running wind in a circle. "What the hell is this now? I have other things to attend to you wrecked fools. Just die and be with it." The light started to fade, "Die? You speak like you have won. Do not misunderstand your victory against us when we were incomplete. Now that we have merged, you shall taste death." A seven-foot-tall man with 4 hands and two legs stood in front of Rameel. He had long white hair covering half of his face, and weird scars on his whole body, as if his body parts were sewn together. "Now you face me human." He had four hands and both upper hands held long curled swords, and both of his lower hands wielded shields. His swords and shields seemed to be made of mud and covered in blue fire. "What in the hell are you?" Rameel asked surprisingly, "Did you just join your limbs to fight me?" "We three together as one are known to be one member of the Elemental Ranger squad. They call this form The Triad Demon Demon. We three Qasim, Adnan, and I Imran, we three will end your miserable life." Triad Demon slowly walked towards Rameel. "Dream on, kids." Rameel created a spear and hurled it toward him, but Triad Demon simply blocked it with his shield. Triad Demon advanced and swung his sword, Rameel covered his chest with armor, but the sword crushed the armor and threw Rameel a few feet away with just one thrust. Rameel tried to stand up, but Triad Demon swung both of his swords and tried to take him out in one shot. Rameel rolled his body on the ground and stood up, spitting blood. "One direct hit and I am done for. His physical ability has risen to a demonic level, and he is considerably fast as well. I should come up with a strategy if I want to live--" Rameel thought to himself, and then he just yawned. "Whatever! That's future me's problem. I am sure he will be able to handle it." Triad Demon came towards him and swung his sword, Rameel stepped back and saved his neck by an inch. "Easy monster. That was close." Triad Demon swung his other sword trying to attack his neck again. Rameel jumped back but this time the sword made contact with his neck. Few drops it was but he bled from his neck. Rameel created spears and thirsted them towards his face, Triad Demon deflected both with his sword and threw his shields so that he could catch Rameel from his neck. "You are dead." He said as he pulled the weight of Rameel from the ground, Rameel punched him in the face and kicked him in the gut, and that gave him enough time to jump back. But, as he was falling back, Triad Demon used his other two hands to swing both of his swords at once. Rameel tried to defend his head and covered it with his hands for he had no time to use any Prodigy. Both of Rameel's hands fell far from his body. His body fell on the ground, but only for a second, as he stood back up in no time. Triad Demon looked surprised, as there was no blood coming from his body even after both of his arms fell. "Your arms aren't real." He lept back, "That does explain the power behind your punch." Rameel stood in front of him with no arms. "Yeah, gave them to my Eldris. It was but a small sacrifice for such magnificent power." Triad Demon looked disappointed, "You people disgust me, for power, you would trade with the devil himself. I no longer wish to fight you, for I won't fight a man who is not at his best." Rameel looked at his arms that got sliced. "You think I will let you go?" Triad Demon looked at him, "You haven't used much of your Prodigy after we merged. I know you can feel it as well. We were draining you of your Djinn Energy. This form is taken by using the Eldris force of your opponent, as the fight goes on he gets weak and you get stronger and stronger. You are low on Djinn energy and you are short on two hands, and on the other side we have 4 hands, and a lot of Eldris force that we took from you and ours as well. We stand here with not even one scratch on our body and you are bleeding from your leg and I don't know if you have noticed or not but the wound on your belly has reopened as well." Rameel looked down and saw his blood draining from his leg and gut. "Don't feel bad, this was always our plan to begin with, draining you off all of your Djinn force. We knew it would have been impossible to win against you, for you had more Djinn force than all three of us combined. You will die from blood drainage soon, do not worry about your family or House for they will be joining you shortly." Rameel looked pale, he had no answer to give to the man for he was saying nothing but the truth. He had an advantage over him, fighting would be a waste of time. The Triad Demon turned his back and started walking towards Kabila. But he did not know who he was fighting, he didn't know this guy didn't know when to give up. Rameel's body started glowing, "Then I will just surpass my limits and become more than what past me was. Now, you will know why they call me Divine Beast of Battlefield."In the Djinn Domain, power meant strength. It doesn't matter how rich you are or how many people know you, the only thing that matters is how many you can kill. No one cares about how funny your jokes are or who your father is, you make your name in the underworld by your ability, speed, and strength. If you are so fat that you can't walk, you are food, if you don't train your body to be strong and can't bear pain, you are dead meat, if you don't stand on your word, you are dead. In Djinn Domain, killing, selling human meat, and human trafficking along with running shows like throwing some humans with soft skin in the arena and watching them getting eaten alive were some main businesses. There are butchers and others too. The humans who were in this business and had good physics were called Soliden and those who were weak and pathetic and hid until someone didn't find and sell them or eat them are called, well they aren't called anything they don't even deserve a name.Abban entered
Ivar stood before a mountain cave, probably waiting for someone to permit him to enter because the cave was open and he was still standing in the Crimson sunlight. A man came out from the cave, "You can go now." Ivar rushed into the cave, the cave wasn't normal from the inside. It looked more like an army camp; camps and guards everywhere; there were a lot of white, red, and black tents. These three colors were the ones that the Soliden Army used in their flag and uniforms. White for justice that they fight for, red for blood that will be shed, and black for the future, because they didn't know what the future holds for them. There in between all those camps was a huge wood room, it was made with huge logs of trees and had a door, unlike other cloth tents. Ivar knocked on the door. A man with red hair opened the door, "Come in." There was a round table around which a total of 6 people were seated including the red-haired man, with a big beard and blue eyes. All of them were masculine
Abban was once again bathing in fresh blood, standing on corpses that he probably slaughtered. It was hard to count because they scattered their limbs all over the room. Walls painted with blood, Zayan opened the door only to find another one of Abban's slaughterhouses, and it was the third room that he had found on his way. He was looking for any survivors so he could add to his count, but all he found were limbs scattered in the entire building. "You killed the whole crew, that's like 24 Solidens," He said with anger, "I told you to leave some for me, and we agreed that we would divide, the job I was on was too small, only 3 there were." Abban turned back and eyed him. Zayan lightened up, "Whatever, this was the last job in the pool. So, how many of the total did you kill, my count is 19?" Abban passed through the door, "I don't count bugs I step on." Zayan frowned, "The Silent Reaper talked," Zayan rushed behind him, but suddenly a Soliden swung his sword but Zayan ducked before i
After a long sleep, Zayan woke up, it was daytime, and the red-blooded sun was shining in the sky. Zayan looked around to find Abban but, he was nowhere to be seen. Anny was cleaning the floor, where Abban had slept. She was sitting and brushing the blood off the ground with a wet cloth. Zayan became curious, 'What the hell is up with her? She isn't afraid of us; people die of a heart attack just by laying eyes on Abban. And she said that he stinks and now she is cleaning his room. Could it be?' He frowned and stood up instantly, he took a blade off the wall and placed it on her neck, Anny fell backward with sudden shock and fear, her eyes filled with fear of death. She started shaking to the bones. "You are a spy, aren't you?" Anny felt not only fear but, her life flashing before her eyes, 'I'm going to die, and he is going to kill me.' "What do you think you are doing?" Abban jumped in through the window, "She must be a spy, that's why she is staying quietly here, she isn't even a S
Zayan looked at Woodwraith, "Why would you try to slay yourself?" Abban looked at Zayan, "They have speech but they can't get pronouns right." The Woodwraith said with an idiotic tone, "She will kill it and eat the Sofitel." Abban ran forward before Woodwraith could see him, he jumped on his head and took him by his horns before anyone could comprehend what was going on, Abban Buried Woodwraith's head down in the ground, and broke his left horn. Abban backed down, and Woodwraith stood up, "You are angry." He yelled and elongated his right hand to punch Abban, but before his fist could make contact, Abban ducked down and stabbed his hand with the horn that he had taken off from his head. Woodwraith's hand started bleeding but, before it could touch Abban, he jumped away. The thing coming from his hand wasn't blood, it was lava. Djinns have lava surging through their body. Just before Woodwraith called his hand back, red lava touched the ground, burning it. "I know you are strong and all
Anny hung with the arrow, Abban took the rope off from the arrow that was attached to the wall, and then he took another arrow and tied rope with it, then shot the arrow just a few feet down from the chamber of Zephyrclaw. Abban was about to start climbing when they saw blue eyes looking down on them from up there. That thing looked at them for a second then backed down to its chamber, "At last someone came, I was just about to die of boredom." Zephyrclaw thought to himself before he sat down on his throne like chair a few stairs up. Abban started climbing the wall, "Looks like I was right," Zayan sighed. When Abban reached the arrow he stood on it and grabbed the window's bottom side and pulled himself up. That's when he laid eyes on the Eighth Hellguard, Zephyrclaw. His body was wrapped around with zinc and blue colored cloths; even his mouth was covered with a scarf, blue fire coming from his head. He had four hands and no legs, only rags in place of legs floating in the air. He wa
"You survived that! You are the strongest humans I have ever met, no one in the past made me use this much Djinn force." Abban stood up straight and took out something from the back of his robe, it was as big as Zephyr's sword, maybe even bigger but it wasn't a sword for its handle was 5 feet long and a big axe-like head, a weapon in ancient times used by great warriors, Gandasa. Abban always had it but, never used it on humans, it was big and only a foot of handle was visible when he had it in his robe. Gandasa, a legendary weapon and a fearsome one, not everyone can use it for its heavy and too big to swing around. Zayan's face lightened up, "I knew he would use that, I was waiting for it." Abban held Gandasa with both hands, not from the handle but from its head; Zephyr seemed confused and surprised by the shape of the weapon because he had never seen anything like that in his life. He floated a few feet towards Abban, the second Abban came in his range he swung his sword and trie
The man who came out from Zephyrclaw's body was lying down on Abban's floor. Zayan was sitting in the corner right next to Abban, while Hania was standing in front of the washroom door. "We shouldn't have brought him here," Zayan says, "He came out from a Djinn, how many humans do you know who come out from Djinns?" He looked at Abban, "Come on, say something, I've been talking since we got here."Abban was sitting on the ground with no armor on, just a simple black torn-up shirt. He had wounds on his right arm and he was bleeding on the floor. He just looked at Zayan and ignored him.Zayan stood there a minute or two, then suddenly, started kicking the man's unconscious body, "Wake the hell up you stupid little shit!" He shouted as he kicked him over and over. "Stop it!" Abban said with a calm voice. Zayan stopped kicking; his golden bangs were covering his face. He tied them up and sat down slowly. "What are we waiting for now?" Zayan asked, Abban sighed and stood up, his both hand