“They don’t look any different,” Mane rubbed his bearded chin as he analysed the two swords that lay before him. After confessing that she was done reforming his blades, Zica had retrieved the two companions of the Supreme of the True Universe. She had presented them to the expectant mane who then went on to check out the twin swords. Unfortunately, Mane’s excitement was dampened swiftly when he did the initial analysis. Neither Night Mare nor Night’s Kiss looked different from how they looked before they were given to Zica. How was this supposed to be an improvement?“Are you really a Supreme?” Zica asked with furrowed brows. Her words caused Mane’s brows to twitch but he didn’t respond. The reason he didn’t respond was because of his fairy. Just like Zica, Hildegarde was wondering if Mane had forgotten about his abilities. “Have you forgotten that you are also a Spiritualist?” Hildegarde sighed with an exhausted look on her face. “Sorry,” Mane smiled wryly with an embarrassed
Mane stared at the strange markings that had appeared on the two swords. With his sharp vision he could easily discern that each sword was engraved differently, displaying Zica’s remarkable skill. However, the symbols on the sword were so familiar that Mane swore that he had seen them before. “Are these runes?” Hildegarde who had been silent during this entire encounter was stunned by what she was seeing. As a member of the Fairy Race which had a close relationship with the God King Odin, she was familiar with the many runes that Asgardians could engrave. Of course, the citizens of Asgard preferred to engrave runes on their bodies, choosing not to sully their weapons. Although one would think Asgardians strange because of how highly they regarded their weapons but disregarded the sanctity of their bodies, Hildegarde was aware of the real reason why Asgardians refused to engrave runes onto their weapons. “Runes? Yeah, they definitely look like runes.” Mane nodded in assent. That was
As Mane walked back to the inn, he was lost in thoughts. Gowen City was a Second Class City that he had merely stopped by. This was not his destination. Of course he had never expected to meet Zica here. That encounter could be best described as one with an uncertain fate, for although Zica had granted him a Divine Weapon, what she required of him was a great burden; and he would find out in the future if his decision to accept the bargain was the right one or the wrong one. “Where shall we go next Young Lord,” Tucker asked. “The Citadel,” Mane answered quickly. There wasn’t much to think about. That place had been one of his destinations since he left Asher City. “I thought you would actually choose to go to Sunflower,” Hildegarde was slightly surprised by Mane’s decision. The young Supreme had not seen the woman he loved for several weeks now, and he had confessed to Hildegarde more than five times that he missed Sunflower dearly. Now that his weapons were ready and there was no
The Dragon Lord surveyed the land outside his window. His citizens moved around busily, each to their own devices. Some rushed to the market to get groceries for the week while others rushed into their shops to get the day started. “They are hard workers. The day has barely began yet more than half of the homes in the city have been emptied.” Behind the Dragon Lord stood the man who was both his nephew and right hand man. Black Hand’s eyes were not focused on the bustling city below, but the man who was right before him. “Indeed,” the Dragon Lord nodded his head and slowly walked away with Black Hand following him to his desk. “This city wouldn’t have grown to be as strong as it is now if the citizens were lazy,” the Dragon Lord smiled as he took his seat. “Hahaha. Indeed, it is as you say so Uncle. However, you are the one factor that keeps this city moving. Without you, the Citadel would have been lost.” Black Hand chuckled and took his seat behind the desk as well, but op
Along with the thunderous clap of thunder and a flash of lightning that struck the ground and lit up the slowly brightening sky, Mane appeared before the gates of the Citadel. His eyes were shut as though in contemplation, and the aura that surrounded him slowly faded away. The power of lightning that he had so carelessly unleashed upon his surroundings faded slowly, and the singing throes of thunder disappeared as well. “To think we could travel in such a way,” Hildegarde watched her surroundings in surprise. Just a moment ago they were on the outskirts of Gowen City. However, in merely a few minutes, they had arrived at the Citadel.“When you said it would only take a few minutes I was skeptical. I guess I ought to have more faith in you.” Hildegarde leapt off of Mane’s shoulder and flew next to him. Her eyes scanned the large castle gates before her eyes and she picked up the faint barrier that surrounded the walls of the Citadel.“You should always have faith,” Mane finally sp
“They seem upset,” Mane smiled as he spoke to Hildegarde discretely. “Of course they are upset,” Hildegarde rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You literally landed here without any prior notice within a bolt of lightning. Besides, look around you?” Hildegarde pointed at the giant crater that spanned several hundreds of meters. Mane stood at the center of this crater, with the damage being so expansive that the men who surrounded him had to hop down into the crater and run for a few hundred meters before getting to him. “Well I guess anyone would be upset if their home was wrecked – even if the part that was destroyed is just the outskirts,” Mane smiled bitterly and said. “However, is it wise to come out a barrier that can protect you from Ancients just to satisfy one’s curiosity or even worse, uphold one’s pride?” Mane asked Hildegarde. “Sigh,” Hildegarde rubbed her forehead helplessly. What Mane was subtly hinting at was that the Citadel had grown arrogant. As a city – no, a nation
The heart of the captain went cold when he heard Caitlin’s words. He struggled to lift his head but his neck would not even make an attempt to fulfil its task. This alone paired with the monstrous pressure bearing upon his bulky physique was enough to convince him that Caitlin’s words were not mere drivel. Even without personal confirmation he was sure that the boy was really the God Slayer.“I should have checked the portrait that time,” the captain moaned ruefully. On the day that a meeting was held to discuss the God Slayer, all captains were invited to see the portrait of the God Slayer. He was out on a mission at the time and returned the day after. Upon his return, he was told to check the God Slayer’s portrait so that if he was ever to meet him outside, he would not offend him. However, he had dismissively said he wasn’t going to leave the Citadel anytime soon, and that he would come check it out when he was ready to leave. He sent Caitlin in his place and she came back making
“What do you mean by ‘created him’?” Hildegarde asked, baffled by Mane’s choice of words. “Are you saying that he is an artificial creation?” Hildegarde asked, wondering if the Ancients had been able to reach such a high realm of technological advancement.“Not artificial per se. It is almost like they captured a human baby and loaded it with Ancient blood to force a mutation,” Mane scanned Razer thoroughly as he spoke. His words caused Razer’s expression to turn sour, and the slight tremble that was elicited due to Mane’s words was picked up by Mane’s strong senses.“I can’t imagine how many people that they killed to produce just one of you – but I cannot help but wonder if there is only one,” Mane’s eyes grew cold when he spoke the last words, his bright eyes boring into Razer’s soul.“How are you even related to such lunatics?” Hildegarde shivered as she thought of the countless infantile lives that must have been lost in the Ancient’s bid to create someone like Razer; and if M