“So?” Asherah snorted, her actions showing that she also knew this.“You knew?” Old Fan was surprised. If Asherah knew that the boy was not from their world, why then was she okay with leaving such a great burden upon his shoulders? Asherah merely frowned at his remarks and went on to explain her reasoning.“I wasn’t hundred percent sure, but I had a strong hunch that he was not of our realm. He is the offspring of gods, and from the way he carries himself, it is clear to see that he has been trained in the art of nobility and elegance from a young age. Well, he is still young, but his manners are those of a man trained for at least ten years in the path of proper etiquette. Something like that is only seen in the children of prominent God Clans; yet, I have not heard of a clan that can produce such a child, neither have I heard the names of his parents before. The skills he possesses are largely attributed to his bloodline, and the weapons he uses are not easy to find. He has the lux
In Camelot, once understanding of the blade was crucial. It was this understanding that separated the peasants from the knights of the round table. It was the power of the sword that gave Camelot its title and fame, and it was that power that set its king apart from the rest. But that was also their bane. The swords of Camelot were prouder than the knights that wielded them, and even among the knights, the swords would not easily allow themselves to be used. Durandal was the same. It was blade that belonged to Old Fan’s son and had failed to acknowledge the old man himself. Whenever Old Fan used Durandal, he gave up part of his life as tribute. But, even Durandal had a monarch, for just as there was a monarch in Camelot, there was a monarch of swords, and that monarch had an arbitrator. The sword monarch was a blade that was considered royalty and a fable, and its arbitrator was the sword that led one to the royal blade, Caliburn.Old Fan held Durandal in his left hand, and Caliburn i
“To think you’d abandon your blade,” Asherah chuckled as she stared into the eyes of the man she had once revered above everyone and everything else. Looking at her foot which had been blocked by Old Fan’s forearm, Asherah was reminded once more how much his fighting style had changed. The indomitable warrior who neither retreated nor surrendered was now an old man capable of giving up his blade to stop an attack. This was surreal coming from the man who had taught her that to abandon one’s weapon was the greatest disgrace of a swordsman.“Well, I grew up,” Old Fan chuckled, secretly surprised by the strength contained in that kick. His arm had taken the brunt of the blow and though it was protected by a high grade gauntlet, his bones were creaking and his arm was shaking.“I must have gotten really old,” he concluded, for while Asherah had an unusual amount of strength for an Elemental – no, a weakened Wind Demon – she should not have been enough to shake him so.“Well, since you cou
As though two meteors had crashed into each other, the skies shook and the ground gave way as the earth was made desolate. Pathfinder and the others who were embroiled in their own battles could not help but stop to retreat, for if they stayed as they were, they would be caught up in the storm.“Destiny,” Red Rose called out to her friend and partner, and the latter nodded his head and replied, “I know.”The two retreated hastily, abandoning the Blood King that was ridden with many holes. The Blood King’s eyes shone brightly as it attempted to chase after them, but before it could take another step the ground underneath its feet gave way, and it was sucked into the abyss.“To think that we are not the highlight of today’s events,” Red Rose could not help but marvel at the scene she was witnessing.“Primogenitor,” Pathfinder landed next to the two who had come way before he had, his eyes glued to the energy storm that was turning the entire world upside down. His heart which had been f
Asherah stared at Old fan coldly, her eyes completely devoid of the respect that she had been showing him all this while. He may have betrayed her and hurt her deeply with his actions, but even then her respect for him remained. Even if he stabbed a dagger through her chest, her respect for him will still remain. She may not agree with his methods or his current goals, but he was still someone who had taught her the way of the sword. He was her only master, and a man she had looked up to as a father figure. His large heart had opened up to her even though there was no reason to serve the race of his enemy. That was enough to keep her eyes glistering with respect for him for all eternity, even if that respect was not as broad as it was before; yet, with just one statement, Asherah’s respect for him had been pushed down into the depths of hell – burned and suppressed; never to rise up again.“Do you know what you are asking for? Do you understand what you are requesting of me?” Asherah’
Old Fan was knocked backwards as a tremendous force travelled through his arms. Even with Durandal and Caliburn crossed before him, the power that had crashed into him was not easy to control.“That was just a palm?” Old Fan thought in surprise, staring at the transformed Asherah who was slowly withdrawing her palm. Indeed, she had merely thrown a palm at Old Fan. She had met her swords with her flesh, yet her skin remained in good condition and there was not a single injury to be found.“No wonder Pazuzu wanted her so badly. With this level of physical capability, the greatest weakness of Wind Demons can be voided. If he is able to mate with her, he can create a species of the same level as the strongest God Clans there are.” Old Fan sighed, comprehending fully Pazuzu’s obsession with Asherah.Asura was an ancient power with no origins or clear understanding. All what Old Fan knew was that it had suddenly appeared in the world one day. Just as the gods and goddesses appeared suddenly
“That old fool!” Chief Priest Kaka gnarled in rage when he saw Asherah clutching onto Old Fan’s corpse. The golden goose he had been hoping to reap many benefits from had died to a mere Wind Demon of Asherah’s calibre. There was no pain and remorse seeing the death of a lifelong friend. All Chief Priest Kaka felt was anger and disappointment. Anger that Old Fan had died earlier than he thought he would, and disappointment that he hadn’t died to the great general or to the king, but to a mere Wind Demon whose only redeeming factor was the king’s interest in her. His sentiments meant that he had no idea what Asherah’s secret was; for if he had known she was an Asura, his greed for her would have gone beyond anything else, and he would have accepted Old Fan’s death as the work of a powerful being.“Get away from him,” Chief Priest Kaka gnashed his teeth as he moved towards Asherah’s position. If Old Fan was dead and could not be made use of as a living being, then Chief Priest Kaka would
There were phenomena that shook the world, and those that did not, just like there were those born to lead the world and those born to follow. General Samoa was both of these things. He was a man born to lead the Wind Demons, but destined to follow the rule of one who was the king of all the Wind Demons. Such a man had been lost in a time of war protecting his liege, losing his memories and sense of self; but he was awake now, and the world recognized him for it.*Boom*The skies screeched in pain as a presence greater than the feeble attempt of the Wind Demon King that led to his current slumber, descended upon the world. The man who was lying silently on the floor stood up, his hair fluttering in the wind and his skin regaining its glossy colour. The paleness that was characteristic of the Undead was swiftly replaced by redness, and the eyes that had been unfocussed all this while were closed; and when those eyelids fluttered open, time ceased for just a moment.*Cackle*The laughte