Gauntlet versus Sword.Destruction versus BloodGrey versus RedIn the end, destruction prevailed.Dracula was sent flying by the deadly blow, Smashing into the ground several hundreds of meters away. Tucker stood solidly at the point of their clash; his eyes narrowed in realization as the blood blades disappeared all around him. He had finally figured it out; although he had to be so direct to find the solution. He cast his astute vision into the cloud of dust that concealed Dracula’s image. Although his sword had prevailed in this round, he didn’t get the sense of cutting into flesh. Dracula was still very much alive and active. Tucker’s mission of turning him into an invalid was far from complete. As the dust settled, Dracula’s unfazed image was revealed.“You truly are a refreshingly surprising human,” the Prince of Darkness chuckled, his red eyes flashing brightly with appreciation. The gauntlet he was using as a weapon had shattered, exposing his arm which had been twisted in a
War was a fragment of fate, and like every piece of fate, it could be everywhere yet nowhere. In reference to the former, every planet could be at war, but their conflicts would have nothing to do with each other. In reference to the latter, every planet could be at peace, with none of them experiencing any chaos. War was a strange thing. At times, it could be totally exclusive, meaning that several countries or even planets at war may be fighting for very different things. Country A could be warring against Country B because of limited resources, while Country C and Country D could be in conflict because they had vastly different principles. In these two cases, these four countries were all at war, but their causes for war were completely different. At times, war could encompass everything. Using the previous example, all four countries could be fighting against each other for resources, meaning that they were at war for the same reason. The universality of this individualistic fragm
“You are strong. For a human, you are truly strong.” Dracula stood before Tucker with his smile still present on his face. The left side of his body had been crushed beyond recognition and his aura wasn’t as flamboyant as it was before. He looked like half of an actual human being. It was amazing how he was till able to smile in that situation.“Are you waiting for my thanks?” Tucker asked, his expression having returned to what it was before. He was largely unharmed, with the exception of a fist sized hole in his abdomen. His countenance was pale, and his eyes were slightly glazed over. The sword he wielded was broken in half with the broken piece embedded in the earth. He looked to be in a much better condition than Dracula, but that was only when one looked with merely their eyes.“What a freak” Mane mumbled, and Keira nodded her head in assent. The young Supreme’s shock came from the fact that while Dracula looked worse off, his body was regenerating speedily. Initially, after Tuc
Nightmare trembled strongly, failing to settle in the hands of the one who had inherited half of Shiva’s power. Tucker tried to keep it under control, but it would not listen to him, neither was it willing to allow him to hold on to it.“I’m merely lending you to him. I am not giving you away. Be a darling and pardon my antics.”Mane’s soothing voice was what it took to calm the rebellious blade down. Tucker was amazed by the sentient blade, for he had never held such an intelligent weapon before. Now that it was cooperative, he could feel the uniqueness of the blade. Just by holding this sword, he could feel the energy of destruction yielding to him. The uncontrollable energy that refused to yield to him was yielding to a mere blade!Pushing down his amazement, Tucker took a deep breath and adopted a standard sword stance. His eyes flashed brightly as he held the divine weapon diagonally before him. Dracula furrowed his brows at the sight of the divine weapon. Although the weapon was
“Hah”“Hah”“Hah”Panting roughly, Tucker’s eyes struggled to maintain their focus. His hand that held onto Nightmare’s hilt shook constantly like a leaf and his grip weakened by the second. The divine weapon forged by Zica had already lost its lustre, and the greyish energy of destruction that fed it had grown so dim that it best resembled a flickering candlelight that was about to be extinguished. Tucker’s face was still expressionless, but exhaustion could easily be seen on his face. Sweat streamed down his chiselled jaw as freely as the waters of a waterfall. He was greatly fatigued.There were people in the universe who were resistant to tiredness. Nobles, Gods, and Ascenders. These three could fight for several days and nights without rest, relying on nothing but their superior hold over Edict. Tucker was a human being, but he was also an Ascender, and an incomplete god. He had been fighting for just about 30 minutes – and the countdown started from the time Mane had handed Nigh
Mane rushed to Asherah, swiftly sheathing Nightmare and Night’s Kiss in the process. The Asura was being suppressed by Komfo Anokye, but it was taxing to do so. Zica’s letter had taught him two things: one was that the Usurper was coming, and the other was how to put the Asura to sleep.“If only that stupid bird had gotten here earlier,” Mane moaned as he reached out and grasped Asherah’s head. Even though she was being suppressed, she still resisted strongly, and Mane could feel her violent energy rushing into his body. It was energy he recognized, for while he could not abuse Chaos now, he still knew its scent.“It hurts” Mane gritted his teeth and Chaos travelled through his blood vessels tore them apart. Unlike Edict, this energy could not be tamed. Mane didn’t know how Asherah was able to use it freely, but now was not the time to think about that. Bowing his head he placed a kiss on Asherah’s forehead and said,“I, Mane Harbinger, Supreme of the True Universe, do seal you as my
“Are those them?” the 2nd Sky turned to the 9th and asked. The latter nodded his head in assent, prompting the Skies to descend from the sky and embrace the earth.“It looks like an earthshaking battle occurred here,” 5th mumbled as he looked around. The others nodded their heads, admiring how much destruction had been wrought on the land.“I shall get answers from them,” 6th chuckled and took a step forward. In a flash, she was before Mane, her enchanting eyes drawn to his handsome face. Appreciation flashed in her eyes briefly before disappearing. She had seen many handsome men in her life, so Mane’s looks didn’t move her. What moved her was the fact that he smelled young; however, she was as arrogant as a peacock and saw no use trying to use her abilities on a mortal from this world.“Kid, what happened here?” she asked, her tone uncontrollably arrogant. She completely disregarded Keira and Komfo Anokye who stood behind Mane.Mane watched the 6th Sky silently, assessing the others
“Take the kid. I will handle the others,” Komfo Anokye ordered as his figure floated towards the Skies. Mane hesitated slightly upon hearing his command. He was basically being told to do the least amount of work. He felt like he could do more.“Be appreciative of their efforts and just follow orders. If you strain yourself too much, that tear in your soul would only get larger.” Cronos reminded Mane of his weakness, forcing the young Supreme to sigh in resignation. He knew Cronos was right. Not using Chaos was a protective mechanism, but if he overused Edict, he would still be damaging his soul. It was best to do what was minimally possible. Besides, he knew that Komfo Anokye didn’t need help. He was only asking him to help so Mane wouldn’t feel totally useless.“Fine,” the young Supreme sighed and dashed forward, flashing past his granduncle, and flying into the group of eager Skies.“Look at this young chap,” the 7th Sky chuckled and swung his sword towards Mane’s neck. While he se