Dark hair with even darker eyes and horns protruding from his temples. A build of almost six and a half feet tall with rippling muscles exposed proudly for all to see, kind courtesy of the sleeveless tank top. The uniformed lieutenant raised his head and cast his eyes onto the hill before him, the pearl sitting majestically in between his eyebrows a giveaway of his race.
His dark eyes looked at the figure that stood atop the hill- a young child. Per his observation, this little boy wasn’t even in his teens, yet he felt unsettled looking at him.
“Lieutenant, he is just a child. I think our caution is overzealous.” A man who was even taller than the lieutenant, by about two inches or so, addressed his superior.
The lieutenant still had his eyes fixed on the hill, not looking at the
Mane was impressed at the reaction of the team. His speed had startled them-yes- but their recovery was brilliant. There was no sign of panic, only rage could be felt from the leaders. They obviously cared very much about the ‘foot’ soldiers.Mane thought of this as he calmly avoided the spear aimed at him, twisting his little self and coiling around the attacker like a snake coils around its prey. He brought down his blade and separated the Lesser’s head from his body- the 7th to fall to his blade. A fine achievement considering that the battle had been going on for barely a minute.He leaped back expertly to avoid falling into the enemies’ enclosure as his sword glowed brilliantly.“Prideful sword. Dance of th
“That was a curious end to a satisfying day.”Outside of the simulation chamber, and outside of the ring itself, Mane lay down on his bed with his limbs spread akimbo. It was surely exhausting to spend several hours training. Even as a wielder, he still needed rest.The simulation chamber was a very unique place. Mane found out that it wasn’t just an illusion about two years ago. His suspicion began from his very first experience. That very day, his experience with the intelligent wolf had bred all sort of questions as to how real the simulation chamber was. After several years of fighting in that chamber, he was certain that everything was realIt was almost as if he was teleported whenever he accessed the simulation chamber. But he was sure it wasn’t a simple teleportation trick. If it was, he would have truly died in his first death match. Teleportation wouldn&rsqu
There were no concrete records of the dark realm. Information on the realm of mystery was scarce with no evidence of it being true. Unlike the other realms, the dark realm seldom let go of its intruders. Entities like Cronos who had escaped the realm were few and in between. In fact, it was highly likely that Cronos was actually the only survivor. For even the Allfather Odin, a being ever so thirsty for knowledge that the sacrifice of an eye was seen as trivial, had no curiosity concerning the Dark realm- just trepidation.So why was it called the dark realm? Why did the gods fear it so? Why did the prideful Cronos keep mute about what he experienced there, leaving only descriptions of what the realm looked like in a thin, withered book.It was of great fortune that the dark realm was located at the edge of the Universe, a location only available to the strong. Hence, only a few were privy to information concerning this deathtrap. Its legend
Eyes that shared its color with the deep blue sea. Eyes that caused the sky to lose it grandeur. These normally boisterous eyes did not reek of beauty today, but of melancholy and emptiness. In the carriage that was sending him back to school, Mane thought back to all he knew about his parents. He had excellent memory, and yet even he had a hard time placing them within his memories. He was sure his memories had been tampered with, as for the reason, it surely had to do with the fact that they had left him behind and didn’t want him to dwell on his memories of them so much. It may seem an overboard decision to make, but it sure did work very well.Though he loved his parents, if he always dwelt on his memories of them, this love was going to turn into a longing so great that his training would be impaired or greatly enhanced. The latter option seemed like an advantage, after all, he was going to get str
"So, we finally meet, President Frederick Fulbright."Frederick looked at the group that stood before him. Their smiling faces did nothing to ease his discomfort. The hydra twins, Jake and John, sons of the Northern Empire's Grand Duke; the Western Empire's Prince, Prince Abelard; and the handsome chap with the seemingly unimpressive background, Mane. With the exception of Mane, whose background was a mystery, the other members of the Silver Wolves team had very impressive backings. Frederick may be the head of the student governing body here, but outside the school walls and in the face of any of these behemoths, he was as good as naked.Even his sway over this team in the Academy was almost non-existent. Especially after finding out that the strength of their captain exceeded Selina's- the strongest of the Student Council body. While this was the Student Council building, and while this was his office, he felt as though he was the vi
“I have wanted to see you for a long time now, President Frederick. Would it be possible to speak to just yourself and the Vice-President? You see, the contents of this meeting are very sensitive. And while I have no intention to belittle or show any distrust in the Council, it would be best if very few people heard what I have to say.”The members of the Council frowned at Mane’s words. They felt they were being looked down upon. While they did not look down on the Silver Wolves team, a rumor was still just that- a rumor. While they believed that Mane had beaten down Frederick’s brother (after all the poor boy was bedridden in the infirmary), they did not believe it was done with a simple flick. To them, even Selina would be incapable of such a feat, much less a ten year old.Thankfully, Frederick was unlike them- he was no idio
The Dark Kingdom. An organisation that had terrorized Zandorians for years now. There was very little information on this organisations. This band of terrorists had plagued the Planet of Zandor for centuries. No one knew where they originated from. Information on their leader was scarce. There was information on their ranks was as rare as a dragon’s tail. It was an organisation that stalked from the shadows, striking when a weakness was realised. That was the most terrifying enemy to have, one who could see you yet wasn’t seen.This dark force was in constant battle with the Wielders Association for centuries now, the reason for the conflict unclear as a fog clouding a major street. One thing was certain though, the Dark Kingdom had a depraved habit of capturing geniuses and brainwashing them. They then incorporated them into their ranks and had them fight those they were previously sworn. It was a disgusting habit had earned them the ire of all. They were a rampa
"What?!""Please don't joke about that"The statements made by Frederick and Selina were different. But the shock and disbelief contained in them were well and properly conveyed. Mane did not look bothered by their disbelief, and neither did his team members. Jake had placed his attention on his nails, the bite marks on them the evidence of their suffering. John had his attention robbed by a statue at the corner of the room. As for what he saw in that figurine, no one knew. For it wasn't anything unique. Abe, perhaps the only attentive listener on the team, had his eyes shut. One who didn't know the Prince would have assumed he wasn't listening. An assumption that was very wrong."Well Hidden Cloak isn't a single individual. It is an organisation. One that I founded three years ago."Mane ignored their surprise and continued with his explanation, gently sipping the glass of water that was before him."So wh