It had been two weeks since Davies and Kylie found themselves trapped in this world of lies and dreams as Neves called it. During this period of time, the two friends focused on recovering, and both were fully healed by now. They had already left the cave and were currently on their way back to a place Neves had suggested they go to if they wanted to return.“Are you sure that we are going the right way?” Davies asked as the duo walked through a forest full of trees and strange beasts. Davies had both hands in his pockets as he walked without much caution. He didn’t look like someone who had lost a limb only a few days ago. Although Davies came across as nonchalant and unconcerned, his senses were very much heightened, so he could hear and see everything. Davies’s eyes twitched as he spotted a stripped cat as large as a tiger stalking the duo from a few meters away.“I am sure,” Kylie nodded her head confidently and kept moving forwards with a clear goal in mind. While Davies didn
Within Levity MuseumJack stood before Kylie with beads of sweat slipping off his forehead and heavily striking the cold hard floor of Levity. The beautiful guide was only a few yards away from him, and her hand that boasted of claws as sharp as diamond gleamed brightly within the darkness of the museum. Her eyes were focused on Kylie who was right behind Jack, not bothering to pay attention to Davies who was passed out right next to her. The two unconscious folks stood upright, with Davies’s hand on Kylie’s head. Like statues they stood unmoving, unaware of the chaotic fight that was coming their way.“Please, they speak no more,” Jack pleaded upon seeing the unwavering stance of the guide. While Levity was known for its strict rules, Jack was hoping for a slight leeway. After all, what had happened was something that could best be described as accidental and unexpected. It would be unfair to punish Kylie for something that wasn’t her fault.“If you weren’t the son of the Lion K
Under the astonished gazes of the spectating crowd, a powerful wave of wind was generated in the hallway. As they were deep within Levity Museum, such a strong wind making an appearance should have been impossible. However, they were witnessing it now! In the center of the storm was the second son of the Lion King Tribe. His eyes glowed brightly with the luminance of the sun, and his hair whipped around in the strong wind. His teeth extended to become fangs that could tear into flesh and rip apart bones. His nails became claws, extending into analogues of steel that the strong metal couldn't compare to. His whiskers were a few inches long, and a large blue circle surrounded each eye. His ears were bright red like heated bricks, and there was a strange looking sign on his left cheek. Fur grew all over his body, and his clothes tore apart under Jack's intense transformation.The young man grew instantaneously to twice his size, a transformation that was more impressive than Aiden's, an
Vanessa moved within the shadows cast by the dim lighting like the creature of the night she was. Her figure flashed repeatedly as she sought to strike from the most ideal position.In contrast to the rapidly moving Vanessa, Jack was very calm. Like a tall mountain struck on all sides by a turbulent storm, Jack remained calm. His eyes roamed the room as he made sure to keep an eye on the fleeting figure of Vanessa. The greatest thing to worry about when it came to someone like Vanessa was attacks that came in the most unexpected of ways.The earlier strike to his chest ached slightly, but that was all it did. Although Jack knew that Vanessa had not struck with her full strength, she hadn't held back much of her power either. Jack reckoned that she had attacked with about seventy or eighty percent of her power. If that attack had merely caused a small ache and nothing more, then he would be able to handle whatever came his way as long as it was expected.Vanessa's movements continued a
*Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* How long had it been? How many times had she crashed into the cold hard floor of Levity? When did this torture start? And would it ever end? Just how many more times was this supposed to happen? Vanessa had long lost count. Now the only things that remained were the loud banging sounds and the massive headache she was experiencing. “I can’t believe he’s still going” “Do you think we should stop him?” The guests who had finally gotten what they hoped for were now worried about Vanessa. They wondered if they had allowed this farce to go on for too long. However, although they sought to break things up, there was one question that had to be answered correctly for that to happen. “Do you think we can?” Indeed, that was the question that required an absolute response. A "maybe" was not enough to push these men and women who valued their lives above all other things to make a move. And that was because by taking one look at Jack’s eyes, no one in their r
In the long history of Beastmen, many strange things had happened. This led to a dilution of their culture with many myths and legends. This happened everywhere. Time, an attribute with was as finite as space itself, was pompously elevated as a necessity for healing all wounds. Many didn’t like to talk about the ability of time to dilute the purest of things and make them less worthy of their former glory; nor were many fond of talking about its ability to do the opposite, making the impure pure. Time had a hand to play in everything, and the Beastmen were no exception. Just like other living things, they too had been influenced by time. It was even worse for them due to their long history.The Undead were a race of people who had lived as long as, if not longer than the Beastmen, yet they hadn’t been so influenced by time. This was because unlike the Beastmen who were confined by the finiteness of their lifespans, the Undead were near immortal beings that could live till the end of
“Hehe. I guess it was ignorant of me to assume that I could overpower a Levity Guide.” Jack laughed bitterly at his ignorance. He had been so caught up in his own strength that he had forgotten that Levity wasn’t a power that could be looked down on. It was a strong group that even his father was wary of. There was no Beastman Tribe that would dare go against Levity because of the power they possessed. If it was a weak organisation, several clans would have torn it apart already. The fact that it still stood still showed that it was a powerful force. How could such a powerful group be undone by a university student? Jack was delusional to think that he could go against Levity with the meager amount of strength that he possessed. After all, Kaizo was someone who was strong enough to go against several Elders of the Lion King tribe; yet with all that power he was only a Levity Guide. How could Vanessa who was ranked similarly to him be weak?“So kid, do you think you can handle me?” Va
“Kaizo?” Vanessa was surprised to see the man holding onto her wrist was her own colleague. With curiosity she asked, “What are you doing here?”Kaizo was not one to leave his post, and today his duty was to welcome all Levity visitors and to discern those who were worthy enough to enter these halls. What was a man famed for his circumspect nature doing here?“Stopping you from killing mere children because of a silly rule,” Kaizo was still holding on to Vanessa’s wrist to stop her from doing anything foolish. His words caused her brows o furrow in annoyance, and a cold light flashed through her eyes. “How dare you call the rues of Levity silly?” she clenched her teeth in anger. To her Levity was the law, and whatever Levity deemed as good was good. Whatever it deemed as bad was bad. How could a man who was working here with her, disregard their rules as though they were a piece of rotten meat? Did he have no respect for Levity?“Let go before ‘you’ regret it,” she hissed as she
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