The B Class city of Gowen was a bustling place. The city wasn't as large as major cities like Asher City, but it was filled with life and beauty; splendour and simplicity. The buildings were state of the art, and the people were as jolly as an old clown. As Mane walked through the streets of Gowen, he slowly grew intoxicated by the atmosphere of excitement clouding the hearts of the people. Following after the young Supreme was Tucker. The successor of the god of destruction tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible; but the budding god of destruction could hardly keep a straight face. However, he wasn't the young Supreme's only escort.The young Supreme's ever present fairy was here as well. However, unlike her usual tradition of sticking to Mane and using him as her personal ride, Hildegarde was flying around with great enthusiasm. She kept flying from store to store to check out their wares. Whenever she saw something she found interesting she would leave the side of the y
Mane placed the eye-catching dark blades onto the counter with a small bang. The metals used to forge Night's Kiss and Nightmare were no trivial minerals. They were forged from high grade Dark Elemental Stones. Naturally they weren't easy to carry. To people like Mane who were Body Wielders, the weight of the two blades was nothing. However, to others the two blades were like heavy boulders that couldn't be moved.Even so, when Mane forced the elegant looking counter before him to carry the burden that had been his until now, the seemingly weak looking flat board didn't cave in. The counter stood steadily, with nigh a creak nor a complaint. Mane couldn't help but feel surprised by this."Whatever was used to create this counter is extraordinary." Hildegarde stated, noticing that the abnormally study piece of furniture in front of them was special. "Indeed," Mane agreed, subtly sniffing in the air around to ascertain the origins of the counter."It reeks of the odour of a powerful bea
*Bang*Mane felt his head spinning as a loud ringing sound overwhelmed his senses. His eyes stared straight ahead, right in the direction of Zica; however, his mind was not in the present, nor was it trapped in the past. His thoughts swirled around his murky brain aimlessly, as the young Supreme of the True Universe tried to comprehend the words he had just heard. Mane had been informed of many things. There were many a secret that had been revealed to the young Supreme. In all those situations, Mane's réactions were acceptable. No matter how much surprise a piece of news brought him; no matter how mind boggling a piece of information was, Mane had never been struck down this badly. His heart and mind were in complete disarray. His eyes could see nothing but the great shock that occupied his brain, leaving everything in his vision appearing as white and hazy.Zica just stood and watched. She didn't say a word after introducing herself, and she wasn't planning to. She watched silently
Mane heard Zica's words. He heard her pleas. He understood her thoughts; for she was just like him. Besides, Mane knew that this was something he couldn't refuse; and the reason for that was simple.Order was a threat to every universe! Order was enough to take universes from Supremes and break the fate that bound a Supreme to their Universe! Supremes were the epitome of their Universes. Their talents were the very peak of the realms they lorded, and it was almost impossible to surpass them. The theory was that a Supreme was the strength cap of the universe they were born in. Order had broken this theory! Mane didn't know about this theory, but Zica did. This was what made Order such a freak and such a powerful threat. If he could conquer one, then he could conquer two, three, four and eventually take them all! That made him a threat to every universe. It was for this reason that Zica wasn't afraid that Mane would reject her offer. She was confident that the young Supreme would accept
"Chronos?"Mane was filled with disbelief when he heard the name of Zica's clan. It was but a single word, spoken in two syllables; yet to the young Supreme of the True Universe it was akin to the constant beating of a drum; it was similar to the recurrent strikes of lightnung during a heavy rainstorm.; it was as heavy as brass cymbals and as high as a great oak tree.Mane could feel the soul of Chronos within him tremble slightly at the mention of his name. He could feel great instability within Chronos's soul. It was as though the Selfish Titan King had been struck at the core of his soul and was struggling to contain his injuries. Mane had never experienced such a thing with Chronos; for the Selfish Titan King was always quiet. He was always calm. He was always composed. It mattered little what had happened or what was happening; Chronos regarded everything as mundane. If Mane had any doubts about Chronos representing something else but the man whose arrogance and pride towered bey
Order was like a good towering mountain. His presence was akin to a sleeping dragon, and though his eyes were all that could be seen, there was a great majesty about him that suggested that he wasn't a mere usurper. Order's gaze was like a sharp sword, sweeping past the realms and cutting the winds apart. His calm gaze filled the universe with dread. In his presence the Universe Will dared not blab out loud, and even the Watchers had to be cautious. Order stood silently for hours. He didn't move; neither did he speak nor shift his feet. Like a strong tower Order remained where he was, overlooking the firmament. The Castle of Order may be imposing, but Order made it seem a subservient kitten. Suddenly, there was a slight shift in the winds above, and a man clad in black just like Order appeared behind the Usurper of Zica's throne. Like a man without tongue and limited in speech, the man remained silent like Order. He brought his knees to the ground and was only content when they kisse
Chaos is universal. There was no place without it; and without it, life would be incomplete. The Dreamscape was facing a period of unprecedented crisis; for their Supreme was no more the apex existence of their world. However, only a few were aware of this. For those whose lives were devoid of the knowledge of other planets and Supremes, nothing had changed. Order's rule had changed little for those who belonged to backwater planets. One of such planets was the Word of the Three Great Races. It was important to remember however, that even gold was found in the muddiest of places. So it was with the World of the Three Great Races. It may be a weak world filled with little knowledge about the vast expanse, but it had its own fair share of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. In an Enchanted Forest which was located at the edge of the planet, was a strange mystery. This was a mystery known yet unknown. It was unknown to the folks of this world with very limited power, but known to those
Chaos was universal. It mattered not where one lay one's head, one would find chaos lying next to him or her. Just as the Dreamscape was faced with its own challenges and trials, the hand of fate had not been removed from Zandor either. The world of Zandor was facing a crisis incomparable to any other. One could say that what Zandor was going against was far greater than whatever trial Mane was facing. If Mane deemed Pazuzu a vast ocean, then Zandor's situation was akin to being besieged on all sides by 4 great oceans! So it was now; so it had been for a while now.Within the palace of the Western Empire's royal family, in a room that was desolate of all things but a man, the young Prince of the Western Empire was seated in a cross-legged position. The neatly cut brown hair of the boy - nay, man; for the past few years had forced the young Prince to go through much growth - slightly shivered with the currents of the winds that lifted them to and fro. Like a still boulder the young Pri