The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.They had hidden like rats before the face of the power of the gods. The hunters, including some of the most popular ones had suddenly disappeared. It was almost as though they had an escape plan in place in case things went south in Zandor and had used their get-out card the moment trouble descended upon the formerly glorious pla
Mane lay silently in his bed, his thoughts churning and swirling. His eyes were aimed at the ceiling. Those beautiful blue orbs that spoke of his heritage and his birth, sparkled with dim acknowledgement as the words of the God King Brahman continuously played through the young Supreme’s mind. His sparkling eyes may have been facing the ceiling, yet they were not focussed on it. His heart was somewhere else, just like his mind.“Are you wondering if he spoke the truth?” 1st asked his quiet disciple.The beauty of being linked to Mane’s mind was the ability to discern the unhidden thoughts of the latter without much effort. It was a convenient means of communication, and one that lovers all around the universe would no doubt have craved. Alas, they could only envy it.“No, I know he spoke the truth,” Mane shook his head at his master’s question, his reply showing how much he trusted in his masters.For the reason why he believed Brahman was not tied to the gifts Brahman had offered him
Mane had received four things from the ruler of the 4th Heaven: an integration stone, an amplification stone, the demon god’s robe, and the blade of samsara. Each one of these items was unordinary, and they had different uses, but the most precious of them all was the integration stone. It was so precious that even Cronos had gasped in shock upon seeing it. Mane could not fathom the degree of importance this thing had, and the fact that it had been given so freely made it harder to appreciate this item, but after hearing what it was capable of, he understood just how precious of a gift he had received.An integration stone was not a weapon like the blade of samsara or the demon god’s robe; yet it was more precious thran either one of these or even both of them combined! It was something that was coveted by demons and gods alike, and there were few who could resist the allure to procure this item. Alas, integration stones were almost impossible to find. They weren’t like devil stones t
The winds of change howled through the darkening skies. This wind had been prevalent since the Supreme revealed himself a few days ago. Since then, the hubbub had died out, but the name of the Supreme had not been forgotten. These few days were enough for the people to give the 7th Supreme a new name. Some called him the Rising Star Supreme while others called him the Storm Bringer because of his feat of commanding lightning during his duel; however, these paled in comparison to the monicker that the entire universe acknowledged.Mane Harbinger the Unbended!For the Supreme had refused to bow even when overwhelmed by the power of his foe! Every universe craved the power of a Supreme whose power was unmatched. After all, who didn’t want the protector of the universe to be the strongest in that universe? Of course, this excluded those who schemed in the darkness and detested the light. While might was important, a will that was above all others was regarded even more highly. The Supreme
“Thor Odinson, King of Asgard. One has to admit that it has got a nice ring to it.” Heimdall, master of interstellar transport and the one whose eyes could see through all deceit to ascertain truth, looked up at the being seated uncomfortably on the throne of Asgard with a teasing smile.“What are you doing here and why are you calling me that,” Thor asked, his eyes radiating his discomfort.“Am I to remain as a trapped lamb on the planet I was assigned to? This is more interesting, isn’t it? Seeing the King of Asgard squirming upon the seat which he wields power from.” Heimdall chuckled.It surely was an interesting sight to see the one who had the blood of millions of giants in his hands lose his composure because of a mere title. Well, who could blame him when Thor had hated the concept of king from the very moment he had learned what humility was. When he understood that freedom and kingship were two completely hostile factors, he had forsaken any desire to rule. In fact, he had s
“Have you not ever questioned what has happened here?”“No, why should I? My only role is to defend Olympus.”Reus and Heracles sat next t each other. Each one gazed longingly at the stars that adorned the skies of Olympus. Those stars varied in colours. Some were red, others so black that even the night sky could not conceal them, some purple, and others the classic white. These were the skies of Olympus. These were the skies of the gods of this world.“You truly are simple huh. When it comes to battle however, you are incredibly astute. You are a tough foe.” Reus chuckled“As are you. Even though I went all out, I was still not your match.” Heracles admitted calmly“You are putting it way too humbly. I was in danger many times throughout the battle.” Reus argued“That was because you weren’t taking it seriously. If you had gone all out from the beginning, I would not have been able to fight against you for so long.” Heracles replied, lifting his fair hand towards the skies“We fough
“Ares is dead. Should you not throw the towel at this point? Huh, brother?” Hermes, he whose speed was unrivalled throughout the 2nd Heaven, smiled as he looked at the man before him.Perseus, the man who had abandoned his beliefs and followed a murderer and an usurper, looked calmly at Perseus through the bars of his cell.Unlike what Reus thought, Hermes had not been off world when Ares had struck. Hermes had been part of the gods who failed to accept Ares as king, and the god of war had chosen to make an example of him, displaying his battered body right in from of the palace. Right now, one could say that Hermes was in better condition than he was in before. For while his power was still shackled, Perseus had moved him to an underground prison once Ares’ death was announced.“Why would I do that? He was a dangerous factor. He has now been removed. I will take his place.”“You are really ambitious huh. It seems you had prepared this from the start.” Hermes muttered, his eyes furrow
*Boom*Conflict. It was something that happened everywhere. There was no one exempt from it. What differed was its nature. For some, conflict came in the form of war and famine. For others, it was merely a disagreement that would not cost them their lives, but their livelihoods. Others fought against themselves. Whatever it was, conflict was universal, and even gods were not exempt from this. Apollo looked at his opponent, his eyes burning with the fiery rage that the universe had long forgotten. He exuded light so pure and true that the one who was facing him was forced to take a few steps back. Yet he did not retreat.“Will you keep standing in my path!” Apollo asked as his sword was enveloped by the rare light element.“Forgive me. I am merely doing what I ought to do,” Horus, the man who stood opposite the Olympian God with free reign over the rare light element, spoke.“What you ought to? You speak of this like it is your obligation. It is not. You are choosing to stand in my pat