Zephyr flashed his sword, it sent him and his sword into a dance of death, deflecting here, slashing there, slicing here, stabbing there, all the while accompanied by the roars of a dragon. Even though he was faced with the Elders’ onslaught, he had no intention of backing down. Their powers crashed with each other, it shattered the breeze, the air, and even the silence around them. Zephyr took a great hit, the impact sent him reeling back a few steps. The Old Khan did not leave Zephyr any leeway, they immediately followed up with another attack. “Kneel!” they commanded. “This is bad, they’re stronger than I’ve thought, incredible! If it weren’t for the Way, I would’ve been sent flying to the nearest healer by now!” Zephyr thought, right now, he was afraid, yet excited at the same time. ‘It seems like they leave me no choice,’ he thought. Zephyr stood still, ignited Lightfoot, and gathered up his Focus, he was going all in. “Elders, please, hold your hands!” Right then, an old voic
“Zephyr my boy, I’m so sorry,” Typhoon’s tone was wracked with guilt. He raised his head slowly, an old visage stared back at Zephyr. Typhoon had aged a lot, regardless, Zephyr knew the old man before him was really his grandfather – Typhoon Khan. “Grandfather, what happened? Why are your energies so low, so weak? Why is your spirit so gravely wounded? What happened?!” Zephyr’s eyes were wide with rage, he was angry beyond belief. His eyes spoke a thousand words, all connoted with rage and anger. Even the two Elders felt Zephyr’s wrath emanate from him. “This one sure has some fight!” the Elders sighed. “I was secretly attacked, and it forced me to go into hiding to treat my wounds! However, their attacks were too strange. After so long, even with the Old Khan’s help, I have not recovered!“Zephyr my boy, the suffering you endured these years, I am aware, yet unable to do anything! I am so sorry,” Typhoon said, unable to control his own tears after. “Who hurt you, grandfather? You a
“Hmph, this is nothing!” Zephyr huffed, his eyes suddenly beamed with light. He let out a roar which signaled the coming of the Way, and manifested draconic energies to wipe out the intrusion. Roar, after roar, after roar, it all stormed out of Zephyr, thundering the palace. Typhoon and the Old Khan could only watch in shock as Zephyr expelled the bad energy out of his body through wisps of dark smoke. It was the Way of the Dragon after all. It was an ancient yet powerful technique, one which had no rival to, nothing could withstand it. Although short, the technique quickly expelled the toxins within Zephyr. “Power! What power!” an Elder cried out. He was tall and strong, his body ablazed in unceasing energy, no doubt a user of Sunflare. “Zephyr is strong! He overcame the impossible, a great energy that even we couldn’t withstand. Typhoon might have a chance!” another Elder followed. Although he was dressed in rags, he emanated a great wave of energy. His body was surrounded in a flo
With the support of Typhoon Khan, and the two Elders, Zephyr knew Mist’s time was running out. Although most of the Khan had chided, opposed, and oppressed Zephyr, they were all Mist’s cronies. In the end, Zephyr was still a Khan, and a Khan would not stand to watch their great clan come to ruin. … In a blink of an eye, a few days have passed. Zephyr had kept his guard up since Lewis’ report. Zephyr was seated in his house, deep in thought, training his spirit. He knew that being a medicine man was a revered and lucrative career, especially in such an undersaturated market. Moreover, the trials taken to be a medicine man are few and far in between; not to mention, very difficult. Zephyr knew his spirit needed to match the requirements. A medicine man’s quality heavily depended on the strength of their spirit. Without a strong spirit, one could do little with the herbs and essences involved. Zephyr had been reincarnated for a while now, and he has been training himself all this wh
A great tremor shook the realm, followed by the revelation of a great serpent, with that, it burst forth from the sea of clouds. In the boundless realm within Zephyr, this beast towered like no other, its length spanned hundreds of feet long, its body emanating a deadly aura. It was a Winged Serpent! Zephyr shuddered, a Winged Serpent was a great beast, it’s powers were immeasurable. No one has ever encountered one, it has only been mentioned in hushed legends. Zephyr knew nothing about it, save for the characteristics he remembered from the legends which matched it — a great serpent, a devourer of the sky. Zephyr was shaken, this was no easy challenge. He knew he could not risk getting attacked by the Snake, not even once. “Why is a Winged Serpent here, in my spirit realm?” Zephyr could not help but ask. “For this beast to appear, wouldn’t that mean… unless…” Zephyr suddenly thought of something, back to when he murdered Kerr of the Winged Serpents. When he was looting Kerr, a gre
Wards were something Zephyr learned in his previous life, it was used to constrict spirits and creatures’ souls. The stronger the user’s spirit was, the more effective their wards were. Zephyr casted the ward over the Serpent, constricted it, and captured it. The Serpent did not react, almost as if it felt nothing, the injury it sustained must have been grave. “I’m not sure if this ward would last long, but it’s all I can do for now!” sighed Zephyr. Zephyr shuddered at the thought of another great beast appearing in his realm. “However, your energy would help me very much,” Zephyr continued. He nodded at the Serpent, before he began to absorb and ingest its essence. However, Zephyr did not realize, right as he closed his eyes, the Serpent opened theirs. The Serpent’s eyes glowed as it scanned the area, and stopped at Zephyr, yet it did nothing, and closed its eyes again. Time passed little by little, and Zephyr got what he wanted. His spiritual powers have increased manifold from the
Mist was seated in the Khan grand palace, to his sides were rows of Khan people that quarreled with one another. Outside, stood more Khan people. “Hmph, the Khan will not stand for this insult! My Lord, how can we allow our great clan of Khan be attacked like this?” shouted a middle-aged man angrily. The angry man was one of the Khan elders. “The Sun has been around longer than we have, if we were to push back, it would no doubt lead to dire consequences,” another elder calmly retorted. “Is this what the Khan have come to? A sheltering turtle?” the angry elder replied. “The Sun have insulted us for far too long! If we continue to let them have their way, the other factions in Starlight would never respect us again!” he continued. “This time, the Sun has gone too far! In fact, it is solely their fault! We can’t let them get away with this!” another leader argued.“He’s right!”“That’s true!”“Agreed, we are not in the wrong here!”“We can’t afford to back off here!”“F*ck’s sake, Z
Seeing the uproar of support the other Khan leaders had for Mist, the ones that opposed him initially had no choice but to lower their heads and cower. However, nothing could sway their disappointment in Mist. The same went for the clansmen that were outside, some were pleased with Mist’s answer while some despised his inaction. Nonetheless, more were against Mist than with him. Mist’s inaction had planted a seed of disappointment amongst the younger clansmen. They were unable to comprehend how their lord could let others cross them like this, were they really that small as compared to the Sun? Regardless, the bitter truth was, no matter how displeased they were with Mist Khan, none were strong enough to oppose him. After all, Mist was the top fighter of the Khan.“That’s the spirit, that’s right! Now, do you understand why I do what I do?” Mist said whilst he nodded at his supporters. He would not forget those who opposed him however, and made an effort to remember each leader that