Ivor’s faced paled at Mane’s unexpected words. But he gritted his teeth and nodded his head. When he pledged his services to Ashera, he had promised to run everything by her before taking action. And though she had asked nothing of him, he also promised to never find a partner, so that he could remain loyal to her. But now he had broken that promise in many ways. He expected the wrath of Mane Harbinger to fall on him. He expected to lose more sensation; maybe his arms will be lost this time. But the young Supreme’s reaction stunned him. For Mane burst into exuberant laughter, his expression reminiscent of a man reveling in utter joy. “Hahahahaha!” “Hahahahaha!” “Ivor the Tattler; the scheming one has fallen in love! Hahahaha!” Mane’s hand was on his tummy; he was hunched over as he expressed his surprise and joy at the most recent news he had heard. City Lord Sutton was at a loss for words. Ivor had informed them of what would happen if he were to be found out. So he was expecting
Within the Asher City Lord’s mansion hall, four men and a woman Mane was greatly familiar with sat calmly. These people were the former members of the Orange Team and reigning champions of the Grand Tourney. “There is no need to look at us with such great hatred you know.” A slender man wearing a large black cloak shrugged helplessly and said. This man was the very same one who dared to assassinate the City Lord the last time he was in this city. This man was Black Hand, the close relative and right hand man of the Dragon Lord. “What did you expect? We aren’t exactly welcomed here.” Another man chuckled loudly and said. Unlike Black Hand this man was tall and large. He wore a tank top that revealed his impressive physique, and the aura of a Predator emanated freely from him. This man was the captain of the Orange Team and subordinate of Black Hand. Vital Orange! His aura had grown stronger in the past few years, but he was still a fair distance away from breaking into the Pseudo Nigh
Tucker’s eyes went wide as he shakily lifted his head. No one called him Tucker anymore. Since he left with the Black Team, everyone knew him as Mr. T; the deadly Thrasher who was capable of completing even the most difficult missions. Not even Black Hand called him by his name. The only one who did was Orange Ivy. His eyes pierced the eye of the tall young man before him, wanting to confirm that he was really the one he sought. What greeted him was a face that was well chiseled, without any fat. Those blue eyes were reminiscent of a time that was short but meaningful. And though that face was before him was more mature, Tucker was able to merge it with the younger face in his memories. “Master Mane,” Tucker shakily fell to his knees with his hands clenched by his side. Tears he didn’t know he still had slid out from the corner of his eyes and wet his face. Soon, the dangerous fighter known as Mr. T was weeping like a mourning mother. Black Hand was stunned by the name he hadn’t hea
It had been a few hours after Mane’s fated meeting with the Black Team. Since that time, the representatives of the Citadel had retreated and left the city, and Mane had accepted the City Lord’s offer to rest for the night. City Lord Sutton who was initially eager to get Mane far away from him, was now very happy to accommodate the young man; and this was all because of what Mane had achieved for his city today. From today, unto the last of days, the Citadel would stay away from his city. This was a good cause to celebrate. Although Ivor was enough of a deterrent, he was still an Elemental and there was always the fear that his people would come for him when they found out what he was using his power for. But with Mane’s assurance that Ivor was free to do as he wished, this fear has subsided. Now the knew that they had Ivor as a protector and that was calming enough. After all, they felt the aura of Ivor right after his transformation. Although Mane used a barrier to hide it, they s
Mane walked steadily towards Tucker’s room. There was a small smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with great expectation. As he moved he realized that the guards had been alerted by Tucker’s aura. Many of the mansion guards were swarming towards Tucker’s room, and Mane even spotted Rusty and the Black Team members – with the exception of Black Ink of course – making their way to Tucker’s room with great urgency. Mane could also sense that Maggie and Steel Fist were on their way. They moved swiftly, and Mane judged that they would be at the mansion in less than 5 minutes. “Do not bother to come. I am here.” Mane locked on to the two and reminded them of who he was. They were stunned to hear a voice appear in their minds so suddenly, but they recognized the owner of that voice. They hesitated for a bit before choosing to listen to Mane and retreating. “You are now a big shot huh,” Hildegarde snorted and said. Mane smiled bitterly and ignored her. He kept walking towards Tucker
The night was filled with several eventualities, but just like everything else that relied on the power of time, it was bound to end; and end it did. Once the morning came, much of the chaos of the night before was lost; and only a few – Rusty and the other high-ranking fighters – remembered the incident. Some hours had passed since the sun’s lovely kiss fell upon the earth, and every working person was already up and about. Within the City Lord’s mansion, in Ivor’s room to be exact, the Space Elemental who had been blessed with the power of the god of destruction, was looking outside his window with a lost expression on his face. From time to time he would grip his fists and feel the power coursing through his veins, finding it hard to believe that he was now the person he was. Even more outrageous was the fact that the person who gave him this power was the very same one who had taken his legs away from him. *Knock knock knock* A series of rhythmic taps on his door prompted Ivor’s
It is said that everything has an end. Everything, with the exception of the elusive Supreme God who created it all, had an end. People said Space was endless, yet many complained of the inadequacy of their homes in accommodating their many needs. So space had its end. Time was called an element without an equal, yet each man and each woman knew that their time was bound to end. The gods who boasted of immortality knew that even for them time wasn't that kind. For if they could really escape the shackles of time, they wouldn't fear the Supreme so much.While it was true that everything had an end, there was something that was proving to be the exception. No one could tell when it first appeared. All everyone knew was that it was here when the first god showed up; and it had been here since that period. Since its appearance it had proven to be endless, defying the laws of both change and time. This place was the Dark Realm.The land that remained unexplored stretched far beyond what th
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