“Thus far, we’ve dispatched our Supreme Peak enforcers to look for them. You initiates will also be tasked with finding them. Your destination will be the Land of Ghosts!” Dewey said with a stern look. Zephyr frowned at the prospect. Something was amiss. Enforcers? Zephyr observed the twenty or so initiates once more, noticing a black dagger-like mark on their robes.Every Peak had their own team of enforcers. They were each powerful in their own right, being taught advanced skills and techniques and all. They have also been through life and death situations. Each of them had to go through rounds of selection before making it onto the team. Their duty was to their Peak and their Peak alone, to the protection of their Peak’s principles, honor, and members. Only the head of each Peak as well as some elders had the right to select them. Other Peak heads or Academy officials would find it difficult to utilize them.As far as Zephyr knew, Vert Murray and Tristan Zane were once enforcers t
“What if brother Murray’s in there?” Amber asked. “We… we have no choice!” Alan sighed. “Is that really all we’re gonna do?” Amber asked once more, this time voicing out her displeasure. “Sister Amber!” Tristan shouted, looking over at her group, “this is the Land of Ghosts we’re talking about, it’s a terrible place. If we enter, there’s only death that would welcome us. At that point, we’ll be the ones that would need rescuing!” Although what Tristan said was harsh, it was not without reason. It was the only way to minimize casualties.“Let’s go…” Alan ordered, forcing everyone to move. As they neared the Land of Ghost, Zephyr felt his lightning energy go wild. He found it hard to resist letting it all out. There was a wickedness to this place. It clashed with his electrical powers, forcing Zephyr to suppress them. As the team neared the Land of Ghosts, a great pressure came down upon them, blurring their vision. Although the sun was high and hot, its rays were quickly swallowed by t
Within the black fog, loud noises could be heard. Following that, ten silhouettes could be seen cutting through and out of the fog. It was Tristan and his group. Everyone was heaving as they exited with terrified expressions.“Open!” a voice came, followed by the sight of Alan brandishing a great halberd. As he waved it about, a path was cut through the fog. Behind him, the newly recruited initiates followed closely by, each of them shivering as they moved. They quickly and safely exited the fog. “Did you find anyone?” Tristan asked, though he already knew the answer. Alan shook his head, “None. The fog’s too wicked, the more we tried to enter the place, the worse it got. It came close to corroding my energy, I had no choice but to turn around!” Tristan nodded, “Me too!”“Is the headcount correct?” Alan asked an enforcer. “Sir, we’re missing one!” he replied hastily. “What?!” Alan and Tristan exclaimed. “How’s this possible? We were merely around the perimeter. Although the fog’s pow
As Zephyr focused his gaze to meet the path ahead, a loud popping noise had already come his way. It was cold, extremely cold. Snow dropped from the sky, and painted the ground white. Ice spikes as tall as a man dropped to the ground, refracting light brightly. A great cold chill enveloped the area. No longer was there any black fog, it was as though Zephyr had entered a whole new world, one which was far more terrifying than before — a cold, cold world.Zephyr heard his battle attire rip. A part of his shirt had been frozen solid, and ripped. “‘This cold…’ Zephyr thought he had not expected it to be so severe. He quickly channeled his energy into a protective barrier once more. Suddenly, a great wave of cold swept over him once again.Zephyr could clearly make out many scars forming on his barrier. Zephyr’s energy levels were far greater than most, had it been a common Agile of level one or two here, they would have immediately been frozen to death, and soon shattered into frozen pi
In ancient times, vampires were often used by those who practiced evil. They leveraged these creatures with their inability to die, utilizing them as tools for training. Stronger vampires could even conjure elemental attacks. However, vampires did not have souls, rendering their powers subpar when compared to those with ancient bloodlines. Nonetheless, one must not forget their undead nature.The vampires that were running after Zephyr were Blizzard Vampires, and they possessed great, icy powers. In other words, ice was their main element. Zephyr quickly unsheathed Draken, engaging his Focus. The sword glowed and shimmered in his palm, “Taste lightning!” Zephyr screamed as the wind kicked up beneath his feet, accompanied by a streak of electricity. Zephyr was preparing his attack stance. With Zephyr at the center, his flurry attack rushed to them like a blossoming flower, striking outwards at everything. Zephyr’s lightning sword skill was an incredible thing to witness, its speed wa
’I wonder if brother Murray and the others really are in this accursed land…’ Zephyr thought as he scanned the cold plains around. He frowned, remembering that Murray and the others were far stronger than he was. Though they did not have any electrical powers. The vampires he had faced would have been very deadly to them. Zephyr sighed a breath of relief as he felt his energy pool start to replenish. When it was done, he took a step out into the cold environment…As he walked the ice plains, Zephyr’s expression grew more and more solemn. ‘This feeling…’ Zephyr thought as he felt the cold become colder as he marched onwards. His protective barrier was barely holding up. The cold winds blew past, cutting at everything with its iciness. Each gust was like a hot knife, cutting at his barrier, his clothes, his skin. It surrounded him, following him as he moved along, like an icy-blue dragon. The howling of the wind was as similar as a roar.“Hmph…” Zephyr huffed, increasing his speed. Aft
If this attack had hit him, his fate would have been unimaginable. “He’s fast!” Zephyr grimaced as he came to a frightening stop, cracking the ground below. It was Zephyr’s turn. A great stroke of lightning came, followed by a whirl of electricity. The Ice King, feeling the electricity coming his way, let out an ear-piercing screech. He quickly raised his staff against Zephyr as self defense. The two powers clashed and it created a shockwave. “What?!” Zephyr gasped as the energies came to a boil.The Ice King stood there with the staff in hand. He was blocking Zephyr’s attack seamlessly. Although he was knocked back slightly, he was not completely overpowered. His crimson eyes glowed brightly… Once more, the Ice King let out a great roar. With a flick of his other hand, a blast of energy came at Zephyr with incredible speed. As his attack rushed over, one could see the air freeze as the attack passed, forming a great shaft of ice. The attack then quickly surrounded Zephyr within a bli
Another bone-chilling screech came. Suddenly, a layer of ice appeared on the Ice King’s body. It expanded to the extreme, forming a wall of ice. However, Zephyr was a master of lightning and he possessed great destructive power. If the Ice King were any other elemental monster, he might have had a chance. Alas, he was but a beast of ice. With another stroke of lightning, Zephyr’s electricity cut through the ice wall, shocking the Ice King’s body.Almost instantly, the layers of ice exploded while the Ice King’s body flashed. The vampire’s body was smoking, and it emitted blue smoke. Its once battered and broken body was now falling from the sky into shreds. What was left was a blue skeleton that lay on the ground. “It’s not dead!” Zephyr paused, watching the skeleton jolt as it was covered in an electrical blanket. He was in awe of its durability.Zephyr had released all his energy, yet it was still insufficient. His true power was too weak, his mastery over lightning was still novic