"Uncle Kaizo," Sam smiled sweetly, stealing the souls of the many men who were watching from the sides. Her lovely image was so imprinting upon their retinas that some forgot to breath, and it was only after the guard at her side blocked her from their view that they recalled this very important life process."Miss Sam," Kaizo kept his smile as professional as it was before Sam got here. His expression was that of a respected butler coming to see his superior, but the elegance that surrounded him made his actions seem to be more of humility, rather than responsibility. The way Kaizo addressed Sam was much too different from how he addressed Jack. His treatment of Kylie and Davies was even better. For while his smile remained and that dignified appearance of his was far from cutting an offensive figure, the fact that he hadn't bothered to bow showed that Sam was not placed on the same pedestal as Jack! And this was simply because the two were related. For while Kaizo did refer to her
Jack, Kylie and Davies followed the beautiful guide through the hallway. They walked for almost 15 minutes with the end seemingly out of sight. This forced Kylie to wander about the vastness of the museum. "It didn't look this spacious from the outside," she thought.The further the group went, the darker it got. The surprising thing about all this for Kylie was the response of their fellow guests. Although they had been walking for sometime, none of the guests uttered a word of complaint; for each one of them remained silent throughout. This showed Kylie just how much power the museum possessed; for she recognised a few of the guests as very prominent men and women! Seeing any one of them on an ordinary day was rare, but seeing so many together was beyond rarity. This was the power of Levity Museum!Kylie looked to the sides of the hallway as they moved. Although it was so dark that even a bat would struggle to find its way, Kylie somehow could make out the strange engravings on the
Jack rushed to Kylie immediately upon sensing her unusual state. Davies snapped out of his trance as well and held Kyle's arm, roughly nudging her. His attempts proved futile however, for Kylie kept mumbling those same words. And her actions drew the attention of the guide."There should be no noise in Levity," the beautiful guide reiterated. Her smile remained, but her gaze was cold and unfeeling. Several ominous lights flashed in her eyes as a creepy aura was exuded from her slender frame. She cared not for Kylie's present state. All she knew were the rules of Levity. And the rules stated clearly that no noise should be made in Levity!The prominent guests who stood with them silently took a few steps back upon feeling the guide's change. Although they were figures of great power and authority, none of them seemed eager to get on the bad side of the Exhibution Guide. The eyes of many of them flashed in anticipation, eagerly awaiting what was coming. Davies and Jack kept trying to wa
Davies quaked in his boots. Beads of sweat that shouldn't have existed in a world that was virtual, fell down his face. His eyes shook in trepidation as his arms lay limply at his side. The wolf before him was large and that couldn't be denied. But he had been in the presence of larger beasts and had survived! In all of those instances he hadn't experienced fear like this, yet right now an inherent fear that he couldn't fight suppressed every urge to run. He felt his heart telling him to kneel and accept his fate; to dare not go against the beast before him. It was a suppression that went all the way down to the depths of his bloodline; to the history of his origins! And Davies couldn't help but recall the last piece of writing that he hadn't understood."All of beast blood shall bow to it"Davies's body was trapped, but his mind was still very much free. He finally understood what it was that stood before him. He finally understood the secret Levity Museum had been guarding for years
Davies was as quick as a speeding train, yet he had the elegance of a swan. He was carrying a human being on his shoulders, yet his steps were light and quiet. He moved so quickly that it made one wonder if Kylie had any significant weight at all!Kylie's eyes easily took in the swiftly changing scenery. Each tree and leaf that they passed was captured by her eyes as easily as they would have if she was walking past them. It was a remarkable thing, and Kylie finally realised the oddity in her perception and cognitive processing skills at this point. However, those didn't intrigue her as much as Davies' speed did. Even with her ability to follow his movements, Kylie didn't know if she could react to such a speed! There was one thing she was certain of though: there was no way she would be able to emulate this kind of speed; and this was clearly not Davies' peak velocity!Logically speaking, Kylie should have rubbished what she was seeing since this was all happening in her head. But so
"An Alpha?" Kylie asked with much confusion clouding her mind. "What are you going on about Davies?" Kylie's heart beat furiously as the question came out of her mouth.Initially her heart had been pounding ferociously, but it was due to the dangerous beast that sought to consume her. Now it beat anxiously because of Davies's words. She didn't know what Davies was referring to, but her blood seemed to know much more than she did. For her heart suddenly run into overdrive when she heard the word "Alpha", as though it knew exactly what Davies was saying. If she could speak to her heart, she would ask it why it was so excited to hear the word; however, that treacherous organ that loved and hated as it saw fit and tried to dictate the affairs of the mind, wasn't ready to give an answer. It turned its head away in swift abandonment, not caring about how Kylie would find her answer. All it knew was that it was definitely not going to come from it."Well..." Davies stated before leaping over
Kylie lost her focus for a while. This loss in concentration was not because there was so much running through her mind, but because there was nothing occupying that pretty head of hers! She was an Alpha? How was that possible? Up until several hours ago, she had no idea that a world like this existed. How was she suddenly an Alpha? "It isn't set in stone, but that's what I think anyway. It isn't something we should be worrying about now though."Davies stated as he made his way past a few more trees before descending down below. It was this sudden stop that woke Kylie up."Why have we stopped?" she asked, confused at Davies's decision. The Great Wolf hadn't forgotten about them. She could still hear it's mighty stomps and loud growls. Since they hadn't been forgotten, it was unwise to forget about it!"It's a dead end," Davies explained with a bitter smile gracing his lips. His eyes were much sharper than Kylie's, so he could see much farther ahead. Up ahead was a cliff. There was
The eyes of the Great Wolf shone with curiousity upon seeing the strange action of the Davies. The boy who was running away from it with the one it sought on his back was suddenly returning to it - with its prize in hand! It was suspicious no matter how the Great Wolf looked at it. It's eyes shone with several questions as it wondered if Davies had finally seen the light and had decided to do what was right; which was to present Kylie to it and save himself! However, when it saw the resolution in the young man's eyes, it knew that this wasn't the case. The boy's eyes were filled with much greater determination than he had shown thus far. The Great Wolf growled threateningly at the approaching Davies. It could care less about Davies's motive for suddenly changing his trajectory and running this way. All that mattered was that the boy was coming its way. It wouldn't let him get away this time! And it howled loudly as though trying to assert it's authority over the speeding duo.*Awooo
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