“So, how was he?” Ashera asked. She was seated on a large, comfortable chair. Her long hair fell carelessly over her shoulders, with some stray strands covering up her eyes. Before her were the three sisters – Rose, Daisy and Sunflower.
“His understanding of wind is poor,” Rose gave her honest assessment. “His comprehension is at the Intermediate Stage, but his use of it in battle is limited. However, he is intelligent and creative. Before his practice with me ended he had been able to conjure a wind shield.” Rose added.
“I see,” Ashera nodded her head.
“And you?” Ashera pulled back the loose hair strands so that the triplets could see her dazzling eyes.
“His understanding of water is exceptional. It’s at the Mastery Stage, and he is almost as good as I am.” Daisy started. “However, he doesn’t seem too reliant on it so he was a bit rusty when we fought. Tis no
*Boom**Bang*Countless booming sounds rang out from within a large underground palace. The palace was largely empty, with only several giant statues holding on to mighty spears guarding checkpoints every ten or so meters. At the end of the large room were two statues. One of the statues was that of a strong and mighty red dragon with its mouth wide open in a defiant roar. It had a beautiful red crown adorning its large head, and its eyes were just as red as its scales. The second statue was just as grand as the first. However this dragon statue had a calm disposition, unlike the fiery disposition of the first. This statue was a beautiful blue dragon with a majestic blue crown on its head and azure blue eyes.Within the palace were three figures entwined in a fiery encounter. Of the three, two were humans. The other was a phantom of a small red dragon. The two humans had identical appearances, for they were twins, yet their auras were different. One of the twins
“That should be the last one,” a handsome looking young man of about 1.7 meters in height stated as he tossed a large red leopard onto a small pile of dead creatures. The young man had shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. This young man was none other than Abelard. It had only been six months, yet the fat on his face had disappeared, and his height was anything but the height of an eleven year old. His broad shoulders and powerful arms was the envy of any other man, much less a boy. He held a large sword over his shoulder. The sword was a claymore, and it was several kilograms heavier than any regular heavy sword. His physique was worthy of one who belonged to the Clan of Wyverns. As for the recipient of Abe’s message, she was a beautiful battle maiden.“I think we should go back,” the beautiful woman in battle armor stated.She was an eye catching beauty, her facial features enough to earn her a place in the Heavenly Courts of any
“How fitting,” A handsome green-eyed man dressed in a beautiful white robe gazed at the huge trees that blocked his path. Countless roars resounded from behind the trees. These roars were filled with power and strength. The auras of several Heaven Realm Beasts could be felt from within those roars. And one could even make out the aura of a few Noble Beasts, yet the handsome gentleman in white didn’t seem fazed by them.The man ignored the warning growls of the beasts within the forest, and instead of moving away from the forest – a task that would have been all too simple considering that he was only standing on the outskirts of it – he crossed the boundary and entered it.Once he did several threatening auras locked on to him. Like a tsunami of power beasts of varying sizes and strengths rushed towards the man. There were large cats, dog-like creatures, and even Winged Serpents of varying sizes in this great assembly of beasts. The eyes o
A cheerful season is upon us once again. And once again the end of the year apporaches, and though the season has come over and over again for many of us, its magic and delightfulness is not lost on us. I am happy to have you celebrating this season with me. And I am grateful to God for bringing us all to the end of another year. In the Spirit of a cheerful Christmas, I will be uploading two chapters every Saturday instead of one from this day till January 2, 2022 by God's grace. Please stay safe and be blessed. And have a lovely Christmas: one filled with cheer that spills swellingly into the year that approaches anew.
There were many gods in this universe. And each god clan had its own residence. However, for the god clans that ruled over the heavens, their status was far from that of the ordinary god clans. Of the 7 Heavenly Realms, the rulers were each strong and powerful. And rarely did their clans become engulfed in the struggles that plagued other god clans. But this was a strange year. For two of the Heavenly Realms were plagued with exactly these kind of troubles. For the 1st and 2nd Heavenly Realms were in turmoil, and the worlds that fell under their jurisdiction felt the effects of their chaotic battle for succession. The 2nd Heaven was the realm of the Olympians. Aries, the son of Zeus and brother of Athena had declared himself king after defeating his father – Zeus. Along with his declaration was a fierce struggle that was still ongoing even till this day. The 1st Heaven was slightly better off in comparison to the 2nd Heaven. For the 1st Heaven still had Thor – the
“That’s the last of them,” Thor stated as he crushed the head of an Ascended Giant easily with nothing but his bare hands. Next to him was the Valkyrie who shared many of his facial features. The beautiful Valkyrie evaded the blow of an Ascended Giant herself, before twisting her body and making her way behind the Frost Giant to deliver a devastating jab to its temple. Then she leaped high into the air and came crushing down with her sword.*Whish*The head of the Frost Giant came off quite simply. These two made killing Ascenders look really simple.“Don’t wipe that on your cape,” Thrud, daughter of Thor and one of the Heads of the Valkyries chided as she forcefully separated the God of Thunder’s hands from his cape. Alas, the simple thunder god had already wiped much of the blood and gore onto his golden cape.“Sorry,” Thor shrunk back from his daughter’s piercing gaze.“Frigg work
In a desolate land long destroyed during the war of the gods so many millennia ago, a cloaked man with a raven perched on his shoulder resided. He was seated on a small solitary rock; his eyes fixed on what was before him. Before this man was a tear in the dimensional space; a new land of pure energy right before him. In his hand was a long wooden staff that looked insignificant and unimpressive, regardless of which angle one viewed it from. Yet the specks of Edict that flocked towards it and latched onto the staff said otherwise.*Croak*Along with a loud caw, another small raven descended from the clouds and landed stably on the unoccupied shoulder of the man – nay, the god.“Oh Huginn? You’re back. What did you find out?” The man’s raspy voice was heard as he strangely communicated with the bird.*Croak*The black feathered bird displayed its unusually high intelligence by actually cawing out a reply. And even stran
In the World of the Three Great Races; A Few Minutes After Mane Had Been Taken“Matriarch, I have found her body,” a tall man with a gorgeous sword strapped to his waist was knelt right next to a withered corpse. Although the condition of the corpse wasn’t great, with several bruises and injuries littering its frame and severely atrophied muscles, this man still recognised the corpse. And why wouldn’t he? After all, this woman had been his rival for over a hundred years. This man was the aide of the Matriarch of the Ancients. And as it was, as it always had been, he was here with the woman who held the fates of every Ancient in her aged hands.The Matriarch of the Ancients was several meters away from her aide. Her focus was on the four figures hanging from the pole. She stared at them with eyes that radiated with infinite wisdom, almost as if they had been soaked in the well of Mimir for dozens of years before being gi