Arkaylia : Mage Of Destruction

Chapter 4 YEARS GONE BY

Word Count: 956 | Released on: 18/03/2021

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y the side of his face and it hovered in t

he dropped to his knees. Blood and sw

awe as a quick flash

e creature before him and ins

momen

he targeted someone wit

ping in the way, therefore got pierced

s, out of the void of Puppet Lord's garment, channeled through h

is blood. His wife's hand dropped instantly marking her death and just by t

figure in reference and relativeness to the creature,

into the bloody room, marked with th

gulfed with darkness and n

n Year

ent locale sprung up. Another creature was see

eed was incomprehensible and quite a bit of him was seen, until he set

ing its way above the thick

m the floors which had leaves scattered around

let which instantly turned to dust af

e with the blood they shed!" "How...foolish!" M

area was caught from an angle where his h

en clearly. Having a golden plate running in the midst of his breas

and opened up his left palm. He brought the

ding before him and he saw through every d

n't just a glitch. He phases through the fabric of reality, thus,

tive of the house was seen as sig

sound that des

, bones shattering, bodies being

ere were five individuals on a wide dining table filled with all manners of riches. Two were dead already. The three peered around like they had no idea what was occurring

d that no one could know where

before one of the

t words

ps which seemed wretched to Mar, he scattered his face with deep marks before finally slapping out his oeso

against the throat of the man before tearing it out from his neck. Blood

r of the feast and the owner of the house. As his looks were like the best of all livestock to feed on, Mar sure did save him f

Of The Anti Mag

right under the na

sed on the thick trees and the rising sun bef

ew from their given tree

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David-Ekeledo Fantasy

“There once was an empire, a home of one of the creatures that started mystery and Legend, witches. There once WAS, until men turned legend to reality. Until their existence was no longer concealed by twilight but rather exposed by the coaxed effulgence of men. Destructions of man made history the year witches were discovered. Upon a peaceful mass of hidden creatures, their end came upon them within a twinkle of an eye. The year, sixteen ninety three, the year the Salem Witch Trial took place. Must have seemed as the end, but what end is given without a beginning? They say just 'one' made it out. A single persona of the witchcraft race. Upon her, the rage of her lost ones is bestowed. Into the void of creation, she vanished, not to hide, but to get ready for war. Under her royalty, five Elders exist, elders who are to gather all possible information as they can have, information on the weakness of men and how they can be ended. The witch exists under the shadows of her elders, her face never to be seen, until the countdown elapses, until the day of wrath befalls. Her significance has been executed as in perpetuum and crowned as victor ludorum, one which men fear. She is a legend, preparing to devour, but what if there is another. One whose past life has been entombed by the tales of history arises, p'rhaps his existence holds no past, at least at the given time. A human having the tales of Witches embedded in him, but all forgotten and washed away for they were embedded as his past. His visions are perhaps mankind's only hope. The thing is, his visions are not just visions...They are past, present and future merged together. Will he be man's given savior? What tales does his vision hold to rapture? What exactly is the beginning to the tale of nightmare which rained upon the land of Witches?”