On the 7th Floor of the Tower of the Hundred, two women were engaged in conversation. Both women were beautiful and dressed very conservatively. Not only were both of them perfectly lovely, they had similar demeanors. For both had the air of nobility and power swirling around them, only that one of them possessed both in greater quantity.
Of the two, one was seated on a simple stool with one of her legs placed elegantly over the other. In front of her was a small table that held a kettle and a teacup. The other was standing next to the seated woman with her arms placed before her in a humble posture. As she stood her eyes didn’t travel around the room. They remained fixed on a portrait on the wall across the room. The portrait held a painting of a woman flying through the skies with a slender sword in hand and a large Dragon flying right at her side. Although it was just a painting, it held a certain grandeur and charm that was sure to draw attention to it. T
“You are finally here,” Ashera squinted her eyes with a slightly irritated look on her face as she looked at the boy standing several feet away from her. Although his clothes were comically small, he was still a dashing young man. His hair was carelessly left over his shoulder, yet it added to his charm. It was a shame that she didn’t get to see those deep blue eyes that she had only caught a glimpse of in Ivor’s memories. But she wasn’t going to ask him to take the blindfold off because it was a wise decision on the part of the boy to avoid her eyes.“Pardon my disrespect Mistress Ashera,” Mane bowed slightly in apology. He was very much in the wrong here, and it would be foolish to do anything but accept his mistake.“Pff,” Sunflower softly laughed upon seeing Mane’s current appearance. His appearance in those clothes when taking the bow, coupled with his serious expression was as sight to behold.&ld
Shocked wasn’t enough to explain Mane’s current train of emotions. Surprised, scared and terrified were certainly better descriptions. But they still didn’t cover the full brunt of emotions that swarmed Mane when Ashera’s voice reached him. He blanked out, his mind nothing but a simmering black hole. His lips shook and twitched like one suffering from involuntary, uncontrolled spasms, and his body shook like a leaf struggling against a furious storm.His aura involuntary forced its way out of his body, as torrents of fire and lightning squirmed round him like snakes and bound themselves to him. Violent winds whipped the area around Mane, tossing the coffee table before him to one of the ends of the room. As Mane clenched his fists a black aura clothed him fully, accepting him in its embrace. His golden locks grew into red knots that hissed angrily at the current circumstances. He was still seated, with his arms placed on his laps like a calm gentleman.
“Am I allowed to use my weapons?” Mane asked the woman with a cold expression standing several feet away from him. This woman had beautiful silver blonde hair with red streaks running through the numerous locks that adorned her delicate head.“You are,” Rose nodded her head with a serene expression on her face. She was dressed in a long gown not suited for battle, but it didn’t look like she was going to change. There were a few other people in the room with them. Two ladies who had similar facial features to Rose and two beasts. The beasts were Sasha and Silver who had finally been spotted by Daisy after a three hour search. Silver sat on the floor with his knees to his chest and his eyes glued to Mane’s figure with a bit of anticipation and excitement. On top of his shoulder sat Sasha, who was still in her miniaturized state. She lazily licked her paws and only cast her eyes to Mane’s figure once in a while. She didn’t seem th
“So, how was he?” Ashera asked. She was seated on a large, comfortable chair. Her long hair fell carelessly over her shoulders, with some stray strands covering up her eyes. Before her were the three sisters – Rose, Daisy and Sunflower.“His understanding of wind is poor,” Rose gave her honest assessment. “His comprehension is at the Intermediate Stage, but his use of it in battle is limited. However, he is intelligent and creative. Before his practice with me ended he had been able to conjure a wind shield.” Rose added.“I see,” Ashera nodded her head.“And you?” Ashera pulled back the loose hair strands so that the triplets could see her dazzling eyes.“His understanding of water is exceptional. It’s at the Mastery Stage, and he is almost as good as I am.” Daisy started. “However, he doesn’t seem too reliant on it so he was a bit rusty when we fought. Tis no
*Boom**Bang*Countless booming sounds rang out from within a large underground palace. The palace was largely empty, with only several giant statues holding on to mighty spears guarding checkpoints every ten or so meters. At the end of the large room were two statues. One of the statues was that of a strong and mighty red dragon with its mouth wide open in a defiant roar. It had a beautiful red crown adorning its large head, and its eyes were just as red as its scales. The second statue was just as grand as the first. However this dragon statue had a calm disposition, unlike the fiery disposition of the first. This statue was a beautiful blue dragon with a majestic blue crown on its head and azure blue eyes.Within the palace were three figures entwined in a fiery encounter. Of the three, two were humans. The other was a phantom of a small red dragon. The two humans had identical appearances, for they were twins, yet their auras were different. One of the twins
“That should be the last one,” a handsome looking young man of about 1.7 meters in height stated as he tossed a large red leopard onto a small pile of dead creatures. The young man had shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. This young man was none other than Abelard. It had only been six months, yet the fat on his face had disappeared, and his height was anything but the height of an eleven year old. His broad shoulders and powerful arms was the envy of any other man, much less a boy. He held a large sword over his shoulder. The sword was a claymore, and it was several kilograms heavier than any regular heavy sword. His physique was worthy of one who belonged to the Clan of Wyverns. As for the recipient of Abe’s message, she was a beautiful battle maiden.“I think we should go back,” the beautiful woman in battle armor stated.She was an eye catching beauty, her facial features enough to earn her a place in the Heavenly Courts of any
“How fitting,” A handsome green-eyed man dressed in a beautiful white robe gazed at the huge trees that blocked his path. Countless roars resounded from behind the trees. These roars were filled with power and strength. The auras of several Heaven Realm Beasts could be felt from within those roars. And one could even make out the aura of a few Noble Beasts, yet the handsome gentleman in white didn’t seem fazed by them.The man ignored the warning growls of the beasts within the forest, and instead of moving away from the forest – a task that would have been all too simple considering that he was only standing on the outskirts of it – he crossed the boundary and entered it.Once he did several threatening auras locked on to him. Like a tsunami of power beasts of varying sizes and strengths rushed towards the man. There were large cats, dog-like creatures, and even Winged Serpents of varying sizes in this great assembly of beasts. The eyes o
A cheerful season is upon us once again. And once again the end of the year apporaches, and though the season has come over and over again for many of us, its magic and delightfulness is not lost on us. I am happy to have you celebrating this season with me. And I am grateful to God for bringing us all to the end of another year. In the Spirit of a cheerful Christmas, I will be uploading two chapters every Saturday instead of one from this day till January 2, 2022 by God's grace. Please stay safe and be blessed. And have a lovely Christmas: one filled with cheer that spills swellingly into the year that approaches anew.