The Dragon Lord surveyed the land outside his window. His citizens moved around busily, each to their own devices. Some rushed to the market to get groceries for the week while others rushed into their shops to get the day started. “They are hard workers. The day has barely began yet more than half of the homes in the city have been emptied.” Behind the Dragon Lord stood the man who was both his nephew and right hand man. Black Hand’s eyes were not focused on the bustling city below, but the man who was right before him. “Indeed,” the Dragon Lord nodded his head and slowly walked away with Black Hand following him to his desk. “This city wouldn’t have grown to be as strong as it is now if the citizens were lazy,” the Dragon Lord smiled as he took his seat. “Hahaha. Indeed, it is as you say so Uncle. However, you are the one factor that keeps this city moving. Without you, the Citadel would have been lost.” Black Hand chuckled and took his seat behind the desk as well, but op
Along with the thunderous clap of thunder and a flash of lightning that struck the ground and lit up the slowly brightening sky, Mane appeared before the gates of the Citadel. His eyes were shut as though in contemplation, and the aura that surrounded him slowly faded away. The power of lightning that he had so carelessly unleashed upon his surroundings faded slowly, and the singing throes of thunder disappeared as well. “To think we could travel in such a way,” Hildegarde watched her surroundings in surprise. Just a moment ago they were on the outskirts of Gowen City. However, in merely a few minutes, they had arrived at the Citadel.“When you said it would only take a few minutes I was skeptical. I guess I ought to have more faith in you.” Hildegarde leapt off of Mane’s shoulder and flew next to him. Her eyes scanned the large castle gates before her eyes and she picked up the faint barrier that surrounded the walls of the Citadel.“You should always have faith,” Mane finally sp
“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