As much as Frederick wanted to deny what had been shown him, he could not. His heart said no, but his mind screamed yes; for in the image presented, he could see the Red Potions scattered around the three. They hadn't even had the chance to consume the potions before they had been ambushed!"They are still alive, but barely," the True Goddess stated and the mist mirror dispersed, but not before Frederick noticed the slight heaving of their chests, suggesting that the True Goddess was indeed right when she said they were alive."Y...ou are....a...m...on...ster" Frederick squeezed out, trying hard to reject the image he had seen, but to no avail. And it was likely he wouldn't be forgettig it anytime soon - no matter what happened."Perhaps, but I am the monster holding your loved one captive," the True Goddess's vile character proved to be an endless pool of insufferable disgust. Her eyes flashed with happiness as she tightened her hold on Selina once again, forcing Selina to struggle t
"Impossible," the True Goddess stammered as she struggled to find her footing. She formed a large energy shield in one hand to keep the strong winds away from her, and summoned another in the shape of a sword to anchor her to the ground as Frederick's power revealed itself to the world."How can he have this much power? Why does he have he power of a god?!" the True Goddess was dismayed by the degree of Edict that had descended into the Promised Land. Her Domain's power was cut apart immediately this power was summoned, proving that Frederick was either on par with her, or stronger than her! This wasn't the power of a man; this was the power of a god!*Scree*The World Will of Zandor revealed itself as a flaming bird that covered the sky and obscured the clouds. With a loud cry and a flap of its wings the world lit up brightly, engulfed in the protective warmth of the Zandorian World Will. The flaming bird looked down below, it's gaze intersecting with Frederick's. It gave an excited
"Hephaestus?" Frederick repeated the unfamiliar name; yet his heart warmed when he mentioned this strange name. For some reason his soul was greatly uplifted by the name, and his heart grew increasingly at peace. However, that peace didn't last for long. The memories of Selina's broken body floating in the air came rushing back, haunting all the good emotions the name "Hephaestus" had brought."Is that a name I once possessed?" Frederick wondered. His eyes flashed with many unfamiliar memories that tried to take his Zandorian identity away from him; however, Frederick refused to be swayed."No wonder...no wonder...it's no wonder it left," the True Goddess looked a broken figure - inside and out. Her eyes flitted about and her arms remained to her side. She had stopped all attempts to remove the sharpened spear that kept her grounded to the soil beneath her back; well, it was more like she had subconsciously given up escaping. She kept mumbling to herself like a woman whose mind had be
The Emperor and his advisors weren't alone however. Next to the Emperor was his young son, the heir to the throne - Fareed. Fareed was about nine years old and was yet to awaken the element of the Royal Family. However, he was talented in mind and body, and though he was so young, he had been ranked as the most promising talent of his generation. Of course, the Emperor discounted Jake and John and lumped the two anomalies together with the older generation due to their immeasurable strength. "Father, do you think we would live to see the light of day?" Fareed asked a question that was beyond his age. His eyes were fearless. Whether that was because he had little real life experience or he was indeed not afraid of what was happening, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he fearlessly stood before a blistering disaster and couldn't be bothered to feel fear!"I do not know son," the Emperor sighed, the grey in his hair extending to his temples. In this past year he had felt increasi
"It is done," Frederick muttered as he looked down on the battered body of General Siwa. The beautiful figure that had caused he and his companions so much headache at the beginning was barely recognisable; in fact, it was difficult to describe the meat patty that was mixed into the soil below as a body; it was more like a fertiliser now.The soul of the imposter heralding as the True Goddess had been destroyed by his mighty hammer. His hammer had forged the truth out of a lie several hundreds of milllenia old. "I cannot believe that one so arrogant was able to deceive the universe that she was the True Goddess. Even more unbelievable is that she has people following her, thinking that she speaks the truth." Frederick frowned as the thought of several people following after the wrong person caused his stomach to churn painfully. The real True Goddess was too kind to build an army. That should have been enough to reveal the imposter to those who followed her. Alas, people always jumpe
Frederick walked into the room to see a masked man clad in a long black robe sitting next to Selina. Although this man had his hood over his head and a mask concealing his features, his aura was full of vitality - the joy of youth. In the man's hands was a small bowl filled with herbs and a tiny pestle which the man's hands constantly manipulated to grind the unrecognisable herbs in the bowl.The masked man turned to give Frederick a cursory glance. His stare was directed at the hammer on Frederick's back, for he sensed the powerful energy within that unassuming hammer. He nodded his head in appreciation of the strange tool and decided to go back to work. His eyes returned to the ailing figure on the bed soon after, not paying Frederick much heed.Frederick's eyes squinted as he assessed the mysterious figure. The man wore the mask of Hidden Cloak, and his number was written boldly upon it. His cloak was also that of the Silver Wolves, causing Frederick to realise that this was the my
Zandor stood outside the hut that had been his home the past million years. He had stepped outside to allow Legion and Frederick to bond privately. Legion was unaware of his true status yet, and it was going to take some time for him to regain his memories; however, Zandor hoped that befriending Frederick - who was Legion's best friend in the past - would help him regain his memories. After all, Legion had had his second Awakening, but his memories didn't come with them. It was going to take much more than a regular power boost to return the Alchemy God of the past to the present."The energy in Zandor is dense enough, and the clouds have shifted. The war is nowhere near being over. The Guardians must awaken as quickly as possible. That would be the only way to save Zandor; that is our only road of redemption."Zandor sighed as he gazed into the sky. The noiseless sky and quiet atmosphere was deceiving, but Zandor wasn't one blessed with naivety. He was the very soul of this planet, a
Zandor's troubles went beyond what was happening within the planet; for the battle outside its borders stretched beyond the confines of the stars that gave it light.*Boom**Bang*The sounds of battle were mighty, yet they dissipated before they could reach the surface of the planet. Space itself swallowed the chaos whole before it could stretch any further, and a good thing that was too, for the kind of power that was being enamted was strong enough to destroy a single city in one breath!*Bang*A loud explosion rang through the vast expanse as a figure was sent flying from within the chaotic mess that had formed in the middle of the explosion.*Cough*The figure that had been forced out of the clash coughed out copious amounts of blood as his ears and nose joined in leaking out the precious fluid of his body which carried all his nutrients. The person in this sorry state was a man wearing a military uniform with the totem of a red snake printed boldly on its pocket. This man's energy