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
“What’s this power?!’ Zephyr thought as he felt the power emanate from his rune, unheeding of his commands, of his once very certain control. At this point, the tendrils had come together into a drill-like form, launching itself at Zephyr. He was only seconds away from being pierced.The lightning powers suddenly felt too overwhelming for Zephyr to bear. Then, a 300 foot long bolt of lightning suddenly formed, and it came down upon the drill, severing it to shreds Once the clash was over, it returned to Zephyr’s hand. ‘There it is!’ Zephyr thought, feeling the electricity course within him. He now realized the reason as to why his rune had been acting up ever since he arrived at the Land of Ghosts. It was probably because of the altar.Within the evil eye was something that the rune needed, wanted even. It was probably because of this, that he was led to the sudden shift and unpredictability of his electrical energies. It was all because of something the rune needed, thus leading to
The python’s evil aura caught up to Zephyr, quickly wrapping around him like a chain. “Damn it, what’s going on? My electricity powers should have finished that thing by now!” Zephyr gasped. His electricity was beginning to gather once again, coming together to form a protective barrier. However, Zephyr was too shocked to realize anything as the python wrapped around him, even his electrical powers were powerless at stopping it. Even his rune was shaking, but it was in a rather fondly manner. As though they were being served a warm meal after countless days of hunger.Before Zephyr could react, his rune shined brightly. In an instant, Zephyr was suddenly covered in streams of electricity. It wrapped the wicked python as well. The apparition felt the sudden electrical arrival, so it started to twist and contort, trying to free itself.Zephyr’s rune flashed constantly as a great wave of energy poured over. There was no escaping for the evil energies now. The electricity was holding it