“They seem upset,” Mane smiled as he spoke to Hildegarde discretely. “Of course they are upset,” Hildegarde rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You literally landed here without any prior notice within a bolt of lightning. Besides, look around you?” Hildegarde pointed at the giant crater that spanned several hundreds of meters. Mane stood at the center of this crater, with the damage being so expansive that the men who surrounded him had to hop down into the crater and run for a few hundred meters before getting to him. “Well I guess anyone would be upset if their home was wrecked – even if the part that was destroyed is just the outskirts,” Mane smiled bitterly and said. “However, is it wise to come out a barrier that can protect you from Ancients just to satisfy one’s curiosity or even worse, uphold one’s pride?” Mane asked Hildegarde. “Sigh,” Hildegarde rubbed her forehead helplessly. What Mane was subtly hinting at was that the Citadel had grown arrogant. As a city – no, a nation
The heart of the captain went cold when he heard Caitlin’s words. He struggled to lift his head but his neck would not even make an attempt to fulfil its task. This alone paired with the monstrous pressure bearing upon his bulky physique was enough to convince him that Caitlin’s words were not mere drivel. Even without personal confirmation he was sure that the boy was really the God Slayer.“I should have checked the portrait that time,” the captain moaned ruefully. On the day that a meeting was held to discuss the God Slayer, all captains were invited to see the portrait of the God Slayer. He was out on a mission at the time and returned the day after. Upon his return, he was told to check the God Slayer’s portrait so that if he was ever to meet him outside, he would not offend him. However, he had dismissively said he wasn’t going to leave the Citadel anytime soon, and that he would come check it out when he was ready to leave. He sent Caitlin in his place and she came back making
“What do you mean by ‘created him’?” Hildegarde asked, baffled by Mane’s choice of words. “Are you saying that he is an artificial creation?” Hildegarde asked, wondering if the Ancients had been able to reach such a high realm of technological advancement.“Not artificial per se. It is almost like they captured a human baby and loaded it with Ancient blood to force a mutation,” Mane scanned Razer thoroughly as he spoke. His words caused Razer’s expression to turn sour, and the slight tremble that was elicited due to Mane’s words was picked up by Mane’s strong senses.“I can’t imagine how many people that they killed to produce just one of you – but I cannot help but wonder if there is only one,” Mane’s eyes grew cold when he spoke the last words, his bright eyes boring into Razer’s soul.“How are you even related to such lunatics?” Hildegarde shivered as she thought of the countless infantile lives that must have been lost in the Ancient’s bid to create someone like Razer; and if M
Elder Hanuman sat alone in the great hall. His eyes were as white as snow with no pigment staining the clear pool that filled those sockets. His hair was whit and long, and so were his eyelashes. His beard covered half of his face, but it was well trimmed and didn’t give off an unsightly image. He wore a large cloak that covered much of his physique, making it impossible to tell if he was slender or muscular.“This is truly how one is meant to live,” Elder Hanuman smiled as he sipped the glass of wine in his hands with the elegance of one who was used to the many but restricted luxuries of life.Elder Hanuman rocked in his chair silently, calmly sipping his wine. Occasionally he sat up to refill his empty glass, but that was the only active movement he performed outside his wine drinking. His eyes were closed as enjoyed this moment. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as annoyance flashed past those pupil-less eyes. Soon, the object of his dissatisfaction became clear.“Elder,” a young man
“Elder Hanuman,” the Dragon Lord’s voice seethed with the rage of a man whose commands had been disregarded repeatedly.“You shall refer to him by his title. His age isn’t yours to exploit.” The cold eyes of the Dragon Lord bore into Elder Hanuman, causing his expression to grow stern for a brief period; however, that was all it was. His smile soon returned to his face, and he replied calmly,“But of course. In our world, strength is much more important than age. After all, how could one forget that many of your extraordinary feats occurred in your youth.”The words of the elder caused the light in the Dragon Lord to glow even brighter as his mind discerned the hidden meaning behind the elder’s words. Although it sounded like Elder Hanuman was conceding a point to the Dragon Lord, any one with a foot in the world of politics could sniff out the threat in his words. Usually the Dragon Lord would brush over it and turn the other cheek; however, today was no ‘usual’ day and the one who r
Under the weight of the Dragon King’s true aura, Elder Hanuman could not muster the strength necessary to even part his lips, much less strike his teeth with his tongue to generate a response. Although the man before him was asking a question, he was not giving him the right to answer!“I really have gone too far huh,” Elder Hanuman thought bitterly as he watched the Dragon Lord unsheathe his official blade. The Dragon Lord had already made his mind by now. He was going to punish the noble elder so that he would never forget the weight of his authority ever again; and he was going to do so with the blade that never saw blood. The ceremonial blade was a precious artefact made from a variety of precious materials and was seldom used in battle. The last time it had been wielded was when the Citadel was in crisis during the time of the True Dragon Lord and every King after him had been reluctant to use this famed sword for trivial matters. However, Elder Hanuman seemed to have removed the
Mane stood within the centre of the city with his arms crossed. Like a straight pole embedded into the earth, he didn’t move nor did the furious storm stirred up by his power ruffle his clothes. “Are you not going a bit overboard?”Hildegarde asked as she flew around her Tested. Looking at the countless humans running for safety, she worried about the aggressiveness Mane was displaying and wondered if he was losing control again. However, when she stared into the eyes of the one called Mane Harbinger, her worries were put to rest. Within those beautiful blue orbs was a storm of fury waiting to explode; but that was all it was. It was a chained storm that hadn’t gained free reign. The bright eyes of the Supreme flickered with understanding and control. His emotions weren’t in control of his fiery self; he was. There was only one ruler here, and it was him! “I know what you are worried about; but I would advise you to throw away such worries,”Mane reassured Hildegarde that he was fine.
History is written by the winner; losers have no right to tell their tale. However, even as a loser I will tell my story. I ought to, since I was the one who started this mess.Ever since I was a child, I had been raised with one belief: The Citadel is invincible. This belief has been my bread and butter - my daily bread - which I genuinely cherish. I muttered it each day I woke up and each time that I swung my sword against the Academy’s practice dummy I reminded myself that this was the truth. I grew strong, so much so much so that even those who wielded greater energy than me couldn’t dismiss me. Before long I was leading my own team under the banner of the elders of the Citadel.I have been sent on many missions. Many areas have required my power over the past few years and rarely have I let the city I was born in down. My mission success percentage has always been 100% and there is no team in the Citadel that can boast of such a record. If the elders needed something done with