In a land hidden by snow and ice, a man in blue robes traversed a frozen lake. His eyes were coffee brown, more beautiful that neatly stitched fabric and his hair was as white as the snow that surrounded him. He had a lean physique that gave him an effeminate appearance and his beautiful appearance made it even more difficult to convince people that he was a man. There was no flaw on him; at least, there was no visible one. Strapped to the man’s back was a sword that was as slender as he was. The sword had no scabbard, making the symbols that caressed its blade very obvious. Several of the symbols were in a strange language that was not spoken by men; however there was one thing that any man would see and understand right away - wings. The hilt of the blade was shaped like the wings of an angel; however, unlike the wings of an angel, these wings were pitch black! As strange as it was to see someone traveling a land as barren as this one with so little clothes on, his pet was even stra
While there were many things happening behind the scenes, that didn’t concern Kylie right now. First and foremost, those things had nothing to do with her - at least for now. Secondly, she was too weak to have an effect on the current affairs of any race. Third and lastly, she was in a predicament of her own.“Erm…do I really have to come as well?” Kylie asked Davies who was seated next to her. The two were seated at the back of an expensive four wheel drive. The car was an irregular one and had four backseats instead of the usual three. The other seats were occupied by burly men dressed in expensive suits. Kylie and Davies were sat shoulder to shoulder, sandwiched between the two men. Jack wasn’t with the duo. He had been escorted to a similar vehicle that was right behind theirs.“I don’t think you have a choice. It isn’t like I wanted to come as well. Tsk.” Davies seemed upset by the current development, but he too didn’t have the power to stop what was happening.“How did we even
“This place is huge!” Kylie whispered to Davies. Although her family was also well to do, there was no way they could compare. For starters the Kingsman Family House compound was so large that Kylie couldn’t even see where the gate was located. There were several large gardens all around and many guards position strategically. It was almost like a royal palace, and Kylie couldn’t help but be astonished.“Well yeah. That brat is wealthy.” Davies cleaned his ear with his finger with a nonchalant look on his face. He had been here enough times to not be fascinated by what he was seeing anymore.The guards frowned upon hearing Davies calling Jack a brat, but they did not step out to correct him. These were the young master’s friends and their guests; the Kingsman Family would never throw their fist toward a friend.“Kylie; Davies; I am sorry for this,” Jack got down off his vehicle and approached the two with an apologetic expression on his face. He looked truly sorry about the whole thin
“Hello. I am Kylie,” Kylie replied shyly and returned Clara’s hug. Galbraith just stood there with a large smile on his face as he watched the two chatting. “Looks like they are getting along huh,” he laughed and struck Jack’s back with enough force to break a tree in half. Jack sighed and shook his head with a wry smile on his face. He knew that the reason why his father was so ecstatic to have Kylie over was because this was the first time Jack had come home with a girl. There was nothing that he could say or do to change his father’s mind so he didn’t bother explaining to his father that there was nothing between them. More explaining would only breed more misunderstandings. Jack’s mother walked away with Kylie to keep chatting with her. The two seemed to be having a god time and shared a laugh here and there. There were also times when Clara would whisper something to Kylie that would cause he to bow her head in embarrassment. While Jack wondered what that was about, he couldn’t
Within the area of the Sound Insulation Technique, Clara was explaining the leveling system of Beastmen to Kylie. Kylie listened attentively as the older woman spoke, for Clara had told her that to protect herself from this world that she had stumbled into, she would have to grow stronger.“Beastmen are classified based on two systems: the much rarer Aura Users and relatively common Non Aura Users. Aura Users are those who have the ability to draw upon the natural power of the world to augment their own inherent abilities. Because of this, Aura Users possess the abilities that Non Aura Users have while simultaneously being able to use aura restricted skills. Aura Users are classified into three levels: Awakening, Manifestation, and Extension.”“Awakening refers to being able to sense and imbue aura into the most basic of attacks. It is not something that can be taught; it is inherent. It is either you have Awakening, or you don’t. It is as simple as that, and Aura Users must train the
“Sir Kaizo did?” Jack was surprised. Davies didn’t say a word but he too was stunned. Both didn’t know much about Mr. Kaizo, but they were aware that he was an unordinary character. Jack’s father had warned him several times to never disrespect the man and whenever the two met, Galbraith was always very respectful of Mr. Kaizo. It was almost to the point of submission, so Jack knew that Mr. Kaizo was someone with an impressive background. To hear that someone like that had interfered with Kylie’s fate was as surprising as it was impressive.“That explains why he interfered back in the museum. I thought it was pretty weird that he went against his own people for our sake and assumed it was due to Jack. It seems I was wrong.” Davies thought silently to himself. Jack turned to his friend and sighed. It seemed that he too had thought about the very same thing.“He never came to save me. He was there for Kylie.” Jack mumbled.“Indeed,” Galbraith nodded his head in assent. When he heard abo
“Language kid,” Galbraith frowned initially. Soon though, a wry smile graced his lips.“Sorry Sir,” Davies quickly apologized and regained his composure. “But Sir, are you really sure his name is Kaspian?” Davies asked again. Maybe it was someone with the same name, but how many people were called Kaspian with a k? The common spelling was Caspian with a c, and Davies had only ever met someone called Kaspian. Unfortunately, no matter how Davies tried to think of that man as a powerful warrior of the Moon Wolf clan, that image did not appear. What appeared was a man with a bright goofy smile and a childish personality.“It is exactly the same Kaspian that you know. If you still doubt it, then I will clear that up.” Galbraith stated and slumped into his seat.“His full name is Kaspian Aurelius Smith. Still doubting now?” Galbraith smiled and said. Davies sighed upon hearing the full name of the man, and there was a defeated look on his face.“I can’t believe it,” Davies now had the same
“Can we come in?” Clara gently rattled the doorpost to the Study and asked. Her voice was as silent as a whisper, and Kylie who stood behind her wondered if those behind the door would be able to hear her. However, her worries were misplaced for a reply came soon after the question was asked.“Yes Love; please, do come in,” came the polite voice of Galbraith Kingsman, Jack’s father. Clara smiled at Kylie and grabbed her hand warmly before opening the door and entering with the girl.Once they were inside, the figures of Galbraith, Davies and Jack sharing a few bottles of wine and laughing about trivial things greeted the two women. Kylie was slightly surprised to see Davies so jolly. Was he not the one who was uncomfortable in the presence of Galbraith? Clara seemed to read her thoughts, causing Kylie to wonder if they shared the same abilities; for the elegant mistress of the Kingsman Family chuckled and whispered into Kylie’s ear,“Alcohol works wonders with men.”Indeed, the three
Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern