Zephyr suddenly noticed a flash of light. “Is that…?” he wondered. He stared at the shining object, and with a flick of his finger, sent out his energy to bring it over. It was a gold and jade ring. Upon it were many intricate engravings, the ring itself also gave off an odd aura. Zephyr had seen this ring before, it was the one the Ice King had worn.The ring dropped onto his palm easily. “Is this another Loot ring?” Zephyr wondered as he inspected it. He sent his spirit into the ring, finding a whole new world within. The space it housed was way bigger than his current Loot ring, and even had some items within it. ‘This is a lot of space, this ring must be worth a fortune!’ Zephyr thought as he dropped a bead of fresh blood onto it. With that, he had now officialized his proprietorship over the item.“Strange, even if these vampires were under the control of someone, I doubt they’d entrust such a valuable item and its contents with a vampire!” Zephyr wondered. It was a strange thin
The steeds of the Headless Horsemen started to whine and neigh. Each of their emerald green eyes carried wicked contempt as they locked onto Zephyr. They stared at his energy signature with greedy hunger, it was as though they wished to devour it.‘There’s too many of them…’ Zephyr thought. Although they had not begun to battle, he could tell from their energy signature it would be a challenging one to overcome. This unsettled him greatly. He started to wonder if he should have brought some other Supreme Peak apprentices along as backup. Before Zephyr could further think about the potential threat he was about to encounter, the Horsemen made their move.Suddenly, they began to charge hungrily at Zephyr. Each of them carried a heavy black spear of which each tip emanated a wicked glow. Zephyr had no choice but to meet their attacks with his own personal weapon — Draken. Through the clashing of steel, one of the horses raised their hooves against Zephyr. Then, a gust of wind blew past
Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.Finally, Zephyr stood there sword in hand smiling, satisfied, and relieved. The combined strength of the Headless Horsemen could have easily given fighters like Vert Murray a run for their money. Only someone as powerful as Zephyr Khan — with his incredible strength and godly energy — could have turned the tide in his favor just like that.Once Zephyr made sure the riders were gone for good, he noticed some mysterious gems that lay among the bone piles. ‘Could that be…?!’ Zephyr wondered to himself as he stared at the gems, his expression quickly changed to one of shock as he prodded further…These gems had a nice sheen to them, in f
Zephyr’s spirit began to stir from the changes. At this point, his spirit felt like it was under fire, it began to boil and spill at the seams. It soon boiled out to the surroundings, trembling the ground as it did so. It was such an incredible burst of energy, one that shook Zephyr to his very core. However, this feeling was incredibly euphoric as well, it relieved his body of the weariness of the world. His expression shown had not betrayed his feelings either.His spirit quickly began to strengthen by it all, although, Zephyr did not forget to channel some of its effects into his weapon. With a glide of his finger across the tip, a streak of blood began to drip down the blade. Sensing this, Zephyr’s spirit began to flutter over Draken.His freshly drawn blood, his sword, and the spirit gem were all enveloped by his spiritual energy. With a loud and crips ring, Draken began to shimmer and glow. Soon, it began to vibrate violently in his hand. This was because Zephyr’s spirit was co
Spirit creation!It was a metamorphosis in one’s spirit, a metamorphosis in one’s type. It was a change that occurred when one’s spirit reached a certain level, and turned into a metamorphosis. A creation that occurs as everything is made anew.Zephyr’s Spirit Realm was now a realm that was solid and grounded, a realm where his spirit’s potency had maximized itself. Despite that, his energy flow suffered no quandaries. In fact, it hastened to compete.His spirit energy was boiling and overflowing, much like a sudden gust of rushing water. It wanted to burst forth, to test its mettle. Zephyr had no choice but to be sat on the ground, crossed-legged. His sword plunged into the ground with riveting force. He quickly became one with his blade, their energies coming together, harmonizing into one.As Zephyr focused his breathing, his hair floated with the wind around. He put his hands together, and as he did so, ten or so spirit gems started to float before him. With the appearance of a
“No… it’s disappearing! No!” Zephyr gasped. He was nearing creation, yet had no power to achieve it, to control it. His spiritual energy rose like the tides, yet he did not have the ability to control it. It felt like he had reached a treasury door, yet did not contain the key to open it. In a few more moments, the treasury would collapse on itself.Soon, darkness slowly encroached within his Spirit Realm. Zephyr felt his spirit slowly enter a catatonic state. He could see his consciousness slowly fade away before his very eyes. His world was disappearing before him, were Zephyr to lose his spirit would mean that he would turn into nothing but a husk.As all seemed lost to him, a low wave of energy rose from deep within his Spirit Realm, rising slowly. This wave of energy felt very light to him, akin to a drop of water from the ocean. However, this droplet was much purer than the rest of the ocean.Suddenly, a great flash came out blindingly. Zephyr too, glowed in its footsteps, ill
Zephyr’s rune was shining brightly from the new information he had just gotten. Zephyr sped forth with vigor, though his expression was one of serious concern. After undergoing a spiritual metamorphosis, Zephyr’s rune had felt nothing but a sharp, subtle pain since, as though something was trying to claw out of it.Zephyr had felt this sensation before, it was at the beginning, though he paid it no mind as it disappeared quickly without a trace. That sudden pain almost felt like a hallucination. However, after achieving spirit creation and the bolstering of his spiritual energy, the painful sensation appeared once again.“Damn it!” Zephyr cursed while grabbing his forehead. He expressed a deep frown. He had covered at least ten miles by then, though the pain did not go away. It continued all the while he traveled. As Zephyr was readying himself to go forth once more, a great wave of wicked energy came down upon him. It felt as though a great mountain of evil was trying to crush him.
A sudden frantic burst of sound rushed over. At the heart of the altar, within its circular core, countless streams of wicked energy emerged. They quickly floated over, bringing with them a dark purplish light. This ray of light came with corrosive powers, in an instant, the area around it was riddled with holes and decay.“Sh*t!” Zephyr cursed. He did not expect the altar’s sudden changes. He quickly lept away from the burst of attack, dodging to the sides. The wicked energy that was hot to the touch came at Zephyr, but it quickly disappeared before him. It appeared once more elsewhere, shooting up into the sky like a sharp cleaver, before morphing into a terrible tornado.Zephyr’s behavior turned more frantic. He did not expect the ray of light to harbor such powers. He knew he could not hold against what he just witnessed. As if sensing Zephyr’s successful dodge, the altar seemed to have been angered. The ground started to tremble. Next, within the altar’s core, the runes began to