It took less than a minute for the ancestors and Mane to get to Ancestor Pier’s home. Soon they were all seated in one of the halls, with high quality alcohol and tea options placed before each one of them.
“Okay Ashera’s Herald. Now that we are all nice and comfortable, can you tell us what it is that you are doing here?” Ancestor Origin asked. He didn’t suggest that Sunflower, whom Mane had seated next to him without seeking anyone’s consent, be removed from this meeting. If Mane was willing to do that, he wouldn’t have come here with her.
“My purpose here is simple: To help fortify Amalgamation and prepare her for Pazuzu’s return,” Mane stated as coolly as one in deep comfort would have spoken. His words caused the expressions of every Ancestor to grow stern. They had their suspicions when they were informed that Mane would be coming. But to hear that it was indeed related to Pazuzu still chilled their hear
Time worked in different ways. For some it led to progress, whilst for others time robbed them of everything. Some had it both ways, but whichever one came last was the true defining factor for them – progression or robbery. However those with their destinies already written in the stars always experienced the most turbulent of eras. Their fates were never set in stone. Succeed at what fate had touted its horn that you would do and you would be remembered for all eternity. Fail, and you would be forgotten. Even if you were remembered, it wouldn’t be the kind of memory you would hope people have of you. A man with such destiny was the Prince of Ancients, Dan.The mysteries of the Dark Valley were plentiful, so much so that each of the Three Great Races had their own agendas and beliefs concerning the place. For the Ancients, their strongest belief was that a powerful weapon was hidden in the Dark Valley. This weapon was believed to possess unprecedented power, and
Back in Intersection, Waska and Rasa were getting ready to depart. The details of their departure were simple: find the boy and bring him back if possible. If capturing him was impossible, kill him. With the two Flames of Magma were three Elders who were all in the Pseudo Phenom Realm. And one of them was even a Peak Pseudo Phenom. Magma was really holding nothing back to capture Mane.“The report reaching us is that he is in Amalgamation now,” Rasa informed Magma as he polished his blade in his final preparations.“Yes. Apparently he went to the Forest of the Gods first before making a beeline towards Amalgamation. We don’t know how long he will stay there, but I reckon that it wouldn’t be for long” Waska was loading a few supplies onto his mount as he spoke.“Bring him back the first chance you get,” Magma ordered simply and left, not bothering to see his men off all the way to the gates. He needed to tell the Pr
“Do you think that he’s still going to come? It’s almost midnight!” Lam paced anxiously around his sister’s bedroom and said. Pacing next to him in a comical fashion was Silver who just seemed to like causing mischief. Lam’s eyebrows raised in annoyance upon noticing the monkey walking by his side, trying to imitate his gait.“Come back here Silver,” Lily ordered the stubborn monkey return to her side when she saw that Silver was getting on her brother’s last nerve.“Maybe he’s forgotten?” Lam asked. Although Lily didn’t necessarily say anything, she was inclined to agree. After all, it was a bit too late. They were all staying at Ancestor Pier’s house, and the old man never slept early. He didn’t really need sleep actually. He only did it for pleasure, not rest. So they didn’t think that Mane whose understanding of Edict was so high wouldn’t know that a Phenom didn&rs
Just like how the three Great Races had their own capitals, humans also had their capital. The difference between the two was that humans were so divided that they even fought amongst themselves and didn’t try to band together, mainly because they didn’t know about the Three Great Races. However, the most capable city was undoubtedly their capital. And over the past few years, this capital had been moving, mobilizing men and women and pulling warriors into their ranks. They swallowed cities and towns that Elementals had infiltrated long before they came along, and tried to pool the humans together. It hadn’t reached the level they hoped it would reach by now, but their plans were progressing nicely. This was a city hidden to the ignorant and feared by those who craved power for themselves. This was…The Citadel!The Citadel was a large city. It was much larger than Amalgamation and Intersection combined and multiplied by a factor of ten! One co
Turbulence and chaos were the hallmark of change. Before change could be effected, there must be rebellion. People were naturally resistant to change, whether good or bad. Everyone was entitled to a difference of opinion. However, it was usually the opinion of the masses that counted. For they made up the bulk of the world. But this wasn’t always so. For the powerful could ignore the words of the masses. They could disregard the thoughts and feelings of the entire world even if it meant they were in the wrong. That was the benefit of power. That was the truth of strength. Strength was disregarding. It cared for nothing and no one but the one who possessed it. And it had every right to. For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength.The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Bea
Why were the gods so fearful of the 7th Supreme? Why did they fear the boy so much that his parents had to send him away? Why did they leave him stranded on the lonely planet of Zandor? Why did gods of such prestige and power like Ray and Alexis have to resort to such a means? And why did the Olympians and Asgardians – pantheons of great power and authority – have no choice but to stand aside, bidding their time and building up an army for the boy? Why? Why? Why? Why did they have to humble themselves so? To the point where even some of them were against keeping the boy alive for they feared for their lives as well. What could possibly cause one to conceive the thought of killing one of their family?FearFear was the driving force for many of the decisions people made. Just like determination was a powerful driving force, fear was also a powerful driving factor. And fear was the reason why the gods sought the head of the Supreme. There were too
As Odin moved through the serene space of the galaxy he had discovered – well, Mimir had discovered – his eyes took pleasure at the grand sight he was beholding. Several lights shone from so far away that they looked like several grains of sand. These were Primordial Stars; stars which had just been birthed and remained untainted by the Beings of the Universe. Their energy was so pure that Odin could feel himself being refreshed every second and every minute.“I could get used to this,” Odin could understand why Mimir had chosen to hide here. Because there was no life yet born in this galaxy, it was easy to pick out the only one there was. It was like a beacon of light in a dark corner of the world; easy to see and simple to detect. And from that aura Odin felt a pressure that was nonexistent before. The God of Wisdom’s aura was much stronger than it was before. Clearly he had benefitted a lot from this place. After all, he had monopolized the re
The Norse Gods told of a story; a story of the end of times. They told of a time when their lineage will end; their blood dispersed to the furthest ends of the Universe – the Ragnarok. For millennia they had been trapped under its curse, fated to die by the hands of beings of destruction and be reborn only moments after. It was because of this dastardly curse that they who had been born long before the times of the Origin Divine Artefacts hadn’t mastered the power to go against them. For their constant birth and rebirth left them weak and unimpressive. Yet that curse had been broken by the one called Odin, granting him the title of Allfather. They grew stronger and finally had the power worthy of beings who had been born in the early years of the formative Universe.Ragnarok was known only to the Norse. The other Pantheons had their own trials, and they called them by other names. But they had not faced their trials yet, and they did mock the Asgardians for their fa