“I must leave now!” Ancestor Origin screamed to himself and blindly sprinted towards a section of Mane’s Soul Space. Surely there must be a way to leave this place he thought.
Cronos watched the Origin King’s attempt to escape with disinterest. The old relic had depended on his eyes to manipulate souls so much that he had no idea how souls worked. If he did, he would have known that a Soul Scape couldn’t be escaped by simply finding the exit. One had to break themselves out by using the power of their own soul. And this meant that if your soul was weak and you invaded a person with a stronger soul…
“You will be trapping yourself,” Cronos slouched in his throne lazily and mumbled.
The Origin King’s soul should have been a mighty one because he was so ancient. And it was. But the old coot didn’t know much about souls to be able to utilise his power. It was like handing a rocket launcher to an infant baby
Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.The only parts exposed by the robe were the hands, feet and head. The first to become visible were the hands. Soon the feet followed. And then the facial features of the shadow were revealed. If Mane could see the person he would have been stunned. For this was Ancestor Origin! This was his true soul! Cronos and Mane were right. There was no way the Origin King should have been so weak. And that was because he wasn’t! Everything was nothing but an elaborately planned ruse!“Yes kid. Touch it.”Great excitement could be
“Follow my lead and support me whenever there is an opening,” Odin commanded Mane and the young Supreme nodded his head in understanding. He had no weapons here – not like they would work brilliantly against the Origin King – so his fists were his sole reliance. Besides, he doubted that it would come to that. He swiftly cast a few leases on Odin, hoping that they would be of some assistance.“Celeritas”“Viribus”“Vitae”“Oh? This is pretty neat.” Odin nodded his head with pleasure upon receiving Mane’s consent and the blessing of his Leases. It was only now that Mane remembered that he was a Spiritual King. His boosts were significant. Odin gently stretched his neck and then without any hesitation he shot forward, his body moving through the Mind Scape like a specter of darkness that sought to crush its king’s life.*Wuu*Wherever Odin traveled the red light
Once it was over Mane slumped to the ground in exhaustion. Though his part seemed the simpler between himself and Odin, he was still facing someone much more powerful than he was. The suppression alone took most of his strength to overcome. And that last strike had been performed with every bit of soul strength he could muster. Odin’s figure appeared next to Mane’s like a specter. The God King of Asgard watched his descendant with a gaze that spoke of his impression of the boy – he was proud. The little he had seen was good enough.“It isn’t over, is it?” Mane asked tiredly.“No,” Odin replied. “You will have a real fight on your hands when you get back.” The God King of Asgard advised.“Yay” Mane mocked himself with a wry smile on his face.“You have elements of both your parents in you.” Odin commented as he moved closer to Mane.“That is what I have been to
“What is a Weapon Master?” Mane asked, unfamiliar with the new term.“They were a race capable of mastering any weapon they held in less than a second. No weapon was outside their jurisdiction – not even Soul Weapons”Mane was impressed by the strength of this race. For their power was similar to another. They reminded Mane of…“The Origin King. Are they related to that psychopath?”“No. But the artefact that formed their world and gave them their strength was part of the Origin King.” Odin replied, explaining why Weapon Masters had the power of the Origin King.“That makes sense. So if she was that strong, how did she die?” Mane wondered. From his experience, strong people were difficult to kill. And for Odin to proclaim his grandmother as a person of power, she was most likely not inferior to the Allfather!“She didn’t” Odin stated plainly, like he w
In an underground lab several yards away from Amalgamation, a handsome young man was confined in a glass tube. The transparent surface exposed the contents of the tube and revealed the viscous fluid shrouding the young man. This young man was Mane. And the fluid surrounding him was a special herb extract that could accommodate Edict. And that was why Mane was still alive without any sustenance or air.Next to the tube was a bed of straw. The bed was common yet uncommon. For though it as only made of straw, a strange cord connected it to a large battery. In this battery was stored the purest form of Edict; this was what maintained the figure on the bed. For upon this bed lay the unconscious figure of Ancestor Origin. The old man slept peacefully, furrowing his brows from time to time. Suddenly the peace he was experiencing was lost to the wind as his slumbering figure shook unstably upon the bed. Like a shivering leaf he clutched at the edges of his bed as his body fidgeted un
Along with a loud trumpet sound that announced the presence of another who had comprehended the laws of Space, Mane’s body was greeted by the light of the space elements. The ash of space blended with the grey of time and the black of Takeover to create a multicolored halo of darkness around the young Supreme. Mane’s eyes flashed with the brilliance of a man filled with understanding as he pushed himself forward. His hands went before him, clutching at the wind as he made a tearing movement and caused space to bend to his intent.Shuttling Through Space was one of the two Breaths Mane had unlocked after greedily swallowing the laws of the Origin King. Even with Devour, eating up high level laws were almost impossible since the skill wasn’t ranked higher than Space or Time Laws. For if it had no such limitations, Cronos would have dominated the realms of men long before the birth of Mane. But Mane had succeeded. The young Supreme’s success had to do with the fact that he possessed True
Once Mane activated Elemental Telekinesis, he turned off Basileus since he couldn’t handle so many Glows and Breaths at a go. But that wasn’t before he strengthened the power of the elements“Augendae: Elemental Telekinesis”The broken forest bed produced several slabs of stone that rose to the air and littered the atmosphere. The winds howled like starving wolves as they tossed broken tree stems and pushed soil aside. Mane flames burned even brighter and his control over them grew stronger. The most apparent change of all though, was the weather.The bright skies grew shy, covering their fair necks with blankets of dark clouds that hid their blush – its suitor the streams of lightning that gathered under her lax watch. The clouds danced with each other, giving out thunderous groans of pleasure as they swiveled and turned and displayed their vast array of exquisite footwork. The skies lit up in bliss as the heavens were tenderly treated to lightning’s kiss. And with great emotion did
Mane lost his footing but was able to salvage a kneel and prevent his fall. That didn’t take away from his current predicament however. For he was still battling with his own flesh that had robbed him; he was still battling his vulnerability.“Come on!” Mane screamed at himself, trying to regain his strength. He had never thought that Elemental Telekinesis was this taxing. The description of the skill hadn’t included any such repercussions. For if it had, Mane wouldn’t have used it in such a battle. And while it was careless of the young Supreme to use a power he had never used before against an opponent unlike the likes of those he had ever faced before, one couldn’t fault him for believing that this power had the strength to change the tide of the battle without a great cost. But even with the abundant Edict reserves at his disposal and his vibrantly youthful body, Mane was struggling to stay conscious. Elemental Harmony had condemned him to a fate of helplessness. And Mane could on