Ivor's Evolution

The night was filled with several eventualities, but just like everything else that relied on the power of time, it was bound to end; and end it did. Once the morning came, much of the chaos of the night before was lost; and only a few – Rusty and the other high-ranking fighters – remembered the incident.

Some hours had passed since the sun’s lovely kiss fell upon the earth, and every working person was already up and about. Within the City Lord’s mansion, in Ivor’s room to be exact, the Space Elemental who had been blessed with the power of the god of destruction, was looking outside his window with a lost expression on his face. From time to time he would grip his fists and feel the power coursing through his veins, finding it hard to believe that he was now the person he was. Even more outrageous was the fact that the person who gave him this power was the very same one who had taken his legs away from him.

*Knock knock knock*

A series of rhythmic taps on his door prompted Ivor’s