Intersection, Within the Palace of the Barbarian Lord
Magma was seated upon his throne of authority, his mood a much improved one from the last time when he heard of his sister’s death. Next to him was Rasa the Wise Flame. However they weren’t the only ones here. Although Waska was nowhere to be found, almost every Elder was here before them. And in their midst was a beautiful woman covered in dust kneeling on the ground. As she spoke the looks of the Elders grew grimmer and grimmer. Ugly expressions overtook the faces that were formerly filled with a genuine lack of interest. And they began to speak amongst themselves.“If what she says is true, then we must strike ourselves”“Yes. Based on her report this boy is too dangerous to be left alive.”“To think that a Pseudo Nightmare would be able to take on an entire team stronger than him and force a Nightmare to retreat.”“It’s unbelievable”The Barbarian Race was blessed with 7 Ancestors. They were blessed with seven men and women who had the power of Phenoms. However, these 7 weren’t always around. At times all but one were outside Intersection, seeking to find the mysteries of the world they didn’t quite understand although they had reached the very summit of the said world. It was rare for all 7 to be present at Intersection at a time. At most there would be about 4 or 5 available. But even then, the people of Intersection had no idea which Ancestors were around, and how many remained to watch over their city. Even the Elders weren’t privy to such knowledge. Of course there were some Elders who knew more than others. A few families which were blessed to have a member of their race as an Ancestor knew when their Ancestors were around. And an Elder like Glass was also made privy to such knowledge because of his special identity. However, there was one person who was always aware of the movement of th
“Calm down Primogenitor,” Pathfinder placed his hand on his ancestor’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. Very few things could make the one, true ancestor of the Barbarians lose control.Unfortunately, Ashera was one of those few things. In fact, the other ancestors knew that to mention the name Ashera in her presence was inviting her wrath. And no one wanted that – not even those who now shared a status almost equal to hers.“Whew. Sorry about that.” Primogenitor apologized with a bright smile on her face. It was almost as if her outburst from before was nothing but an illusion. But it wasn’t. And Magma knew that all too well. His pale face and rapidly trembling frame from the residual aura of a powerful Phenom was proof of that.“Calm yourself,” Pathfinder furrowed his brows and placed his hand on Magma’s shoulder. Immediately Magma felt a warm current flowing through his body and calming his r
“Ashera isn’t as strong as she was in her prime,” the Primogenitor suddenly decided to say some things that she had kept hidden for a while.“How so?” Pathfinder asked. As Phenoms they didn’t grow weaker as they aged, only stronger. So the 1st Ancestor had to explain what exactly she meant.“When she was sealed in the Tower of the Hundred, she wasn’t sealed as the Blood Witch.” The Primogenitor started.“The Tower of the Hundred isn’t an ordinary cursing artefact. It has the ability to seal a person’s strength as well. But since it wasn’t evoked in her curse, it isn’t part of the bargain. That’s where her actual curse comes into play.”“The reason she is able to leave the tower every now and then is because of the sealing power of the tower.”“What do you mean?” Pathfinder furrowed his brows. The 1st Ancestor
Back in the village where everything began, two older men were engaged in conversation. They sat on small stools within a well-lit hall with small bowls filled with mead before them. Both had heads full of grey hair and wrinkled faces. However, that was where their similarities ended. Whilst one of them was relatively dashing yet ordinarily dressed, the other had several peculiar piercings all over his body. As if that wasn’t enough, he had ornaments of iron hugging his wrist and ankle joints. His eyes were entirely white in color, and his expression that of total nonchalance. These two old men where Old fan and Chief Doctor Kaka.“She shouldn’t have appeared. Now that old witch in the Barbarian camp would be stalking her like a hungry wolf.” Old Fan sighed before gently downing a bit of his mead.“At least she was the one to come for him, and the worst case scenario you hoped to not see didn’t happen,” Chief Doctor Kaka gulped
“Mane! It’s time to wake up!” a lovely voice informed the only male resident of the Tower of the Hundred that he had been in his room long enough.“Okay,” a young boy dressed only in a short pair of trunks and currently in a pushup hold was quick to reply. His voice wasn’t particularly loud, yet it travelled all the way from the training room he was in and into the ears of the lovely maiden standing outside his door.“Let’s wrap this up shall we?” Mane mumbled to himself as he exhaled a small breath of air to lift his long hair off his face.“976”“977”“978”Suddenly, there was a small gust of wind in the still room, and Mane felt his someone appear.“Not bad,” Sunflower smiled and said. Mane smiled bitterly when he felt her presence right next to him. He had been here for about two weeks already. And that was enough time to understa
Mane jumped out of the way to avoid a long water whip that came crushing his way right after the fight had started. The whip looked feeble and delicate, yet when it struck the ground it created a small scar in what was supposed to be a highly reinforced floor. However, the scar healed quickly and in no time there was no evidence of the whip’s frightening capabilities.*Whish**Bang**Whish**Bang*Mane moved with the gracefulness of a seasoned dancer, avoiding blow after blow. He always managed to avoid the whips by a hair’s breath, yet the calmness of his expression showed that he was anything but tensed. His eyes were steely; his gaze unwavering.*Roar*Mane quickly jumped to the side when he heard Sasha’s roar. And in time too, for a beam of light flashed past him and rammed into the wall.*Boom*A fist sized hole appeared in the wall before it was rapidly mended. But Mane couldn’t stop his eye
“So this is the power of old; power that belonged to my ancestors?” Mane mumbled to himself as he gripped his fists. Yet the only person who could currently answer his question was silent. For Cronos had grown quiet – just as he was all these years. However, Outer Energy wasn’t as eager to maintain its silence. It streamed into every corner of Mane’s body, perfectly merging with inner energy to create small explosions within his Star Map. These explosions could actually be heard by the triplets, and the small sparks around his fists gave them a clue as to what was going on.*Boom*The Water Giant that had now lost its head was reduced into a large puddle all around Daisy. Although she was encased by the giant all this while, her clothes were still tidy and dry. The only thing out of place was her mouth which was wide agape in surprise and wonder.“What was that? You know you aren’t allowed to use skills right” she
“There we go. Unleash your potential to its fullest. I wondered how long it would take to see some real power. After all, you are a Supreme. But you have exceeded my estimates. Well done, boy with the Blood of the Olden.”Ashera sat in her room with her eyes closed. With her senses extended she could feel everything on her floor. She always resorted to this whenever it was time to train Mane, in order to ‘see’ how his training was going. So she had seen, heard and felt for herself how he had changed. Although the why was unknown, that was less relevant. Only her curiosity as a Scholar craved for such information, but that was it. In the grand scheme of things, it was irrelevant.“They are here,” Ashera smiled slightly upon feeling the chaotic auras of the two women who had been with her since they were 15. With nothing but a thought, the door to her chambers were opened, and Daisy and Rose entered unobstructed.“Mistress