The Battle Realm, one of the 11th Realms, is on the verge of collapse—an ensuing implosion. The Realms are in turmoil. An unknown entity, from the Dark Realm, has emerged plunging the Battle Realm and the other ten Realms in dark magical energy. This abrupt change has offset the balance of light and dark magical energies…invoking chaos and havoc.
The entire Planet Realm is thrown into chaos by the disruption. Massive earthquakes erupt, quaking the entire Earth sphere. Devastating fissures rip across the Earth’s surface, leaving unforgettable scars. Overwhelming hurricanes destroy cities, resulting in haunting skylines. Darkness shrouds the land as thunderstorms rage, sending down deadly lightning strikes and booming thunder. This energy disruption is being caused by, no other than…the sorcerer of the Alexandrite Order…
“Aiyro!!! What have you done?!” A frantic scream is reverberated across the Battle Realm, from the stocky kyanite sorcerer. Why are you doing this?!!” The almandine sorcerer shifts his body slightly from atop of the rock pillar. He fixates his attention on the kyanite mage with unwavering attention. Both sorcerers maintain strong demeanors. “If you keep this up, this Realm will collapse in on itself…with you, me, and the rest of the universe inside! Airyo!!!”
“Do you not get it? That’s exactly what I want. Human, you’ve been one of the strongest sorcerers of this time. I look forward to killing you, and draining those magical circuits of yours and all of your magical energy.” Airyo sinisterly replies with a chuckle. “Once this Realm and the other eleven realms implode, I’ll consume all of the energy and create a new universe. A new universe in my own image and it’ll be filled with dark magical energy.”
“’Human’? ‘Kill?’ ‘A new universe?” This isn’t like you Airyo! This is possession, but by who? Better yet, what’s possessing him?”
“What are you talking about kyanite? This is the real, authentic version of myself! What, you don’t like the real me?”
“Not particularly. He talks as if he’s not human anymore. What happened to you Airyo? What’s possessing you? I have to find a way to snap him out of this before it’s too late. But how?”
“Why not? You’ve always boasted that people should stand their truth, but yet, you don’t’ even stand your own truth. The audacity!”
“What are you talking about?”
“It doesn’t matter! You’ll be dead soon enough.”
“I don’t know what callous magic has possessed you, but you need to wake up Airyo! You have to search deep within yourself and take control of this darkness that’s controlling you! There was a reason why the Eternal’s Fate picked you to be the sorcerer for the Alexandrite Order! It’s predicted that whoever is chosen as the alexandrite sorcerer is destined to win the Kaiser Crusade.
“Yes, the Eternal’s Fate chose me, that way I could destroy the universe and begin a new universal chapter. Do you not get it? That’s the very reason why it chose me! To win and create anew.”
“I don’t believe you! Whatever is possessing you, is convincing you that’s the reason why you were chosen. Can you not see it?!”
“There’s only one thing that I see. That’s me killing you to shut your mouth. You’re being pestilent.”
“Did you forget about your promise you made, after receiving the recognition as the mage for the Alexandrite Order? We both made a promise towards each other? We promised we would set our Orders to the side and win this Crusade together, as friends. This doesn’t make any sense!! You don’t need this dark magic possessing you. Airyo!!”
“Correction, we never were friends! I only got close to you, so I would know your weaknesses. That way, when the time came, I could see that exact look on your face!! Pathetic human!! Oh, by the way, I embraced this dark magic…freely.”
“Damn. That’s cold.” Cevera, the mage from the Chrysocolla Order notices the heartless words. “Those words are colder than the ice storms in the Cosmic Realm. Dang.”
“No kidding. What is wrong with that guy? If he keeps talking like this, I’m going to have more of a pleasure in killing him.” Gilter, from the Axinite Order, grimaces.
“Don’t make us kill you Airyo! I wouldn’t want to pierce your heart with this spear, now would I?!” Cydris, the charoite sorcerer, bellows with a grin.
“That’s my kill.” Carvis, the Seraphinite Order mage speaks up from the distance, with his eyes locked on Airyo. “I always look forward to killing those who have wavered from their true path as a mage.”
“We will not kill him! None of you will hurt him!! Do you not see he isn’t his normal self?! I won’t let any of you lay a finger on him. If any of you try to kill him, I will kill you myself! That goes especially for you three, Gilter, Cydris and Carvis!” K jolts across the Battle Realm and clashes one of his blades against Cydris’ spear. K furrows his brow. Cydris grins with satisfaction.
“What’s the matter K? You don’t want to see me kill your boyfriend?” Cydris scoffs.
“Shut your mouth Cydris.” K reacts angerly. “You’re not helping with the situation!”
“He’s too far gone. The dark magical energy has consumed him, entirely. We have to act fast. We have to kill him if we want to release the black energy.” Xiren, the sorcerer from the Andesine Order shouts behind K.
“No! I’ll find a way to stop him, and save him…even if it kills me!! Even…even if I have to kill any of you to save him, I will.”
“The impudence.” Xiren scowls. “Stupid idiot. Completely blinded by his own selfish desires.”
“Unfortunately, Xiren is right, K.” Camalaya, the mage from the Morganite Order speaks. “If we allow him to continue spreading the dark energy, the Battle Realm will be destroyed, along with the remaining realms. You just said it yourself K, this Realm is about to collapse in on itself, with all of us inside. We have to act now!”
“The andesine and morganite are right.” Niyu, the mage from the Solecite Order, declares. “This is the possessive magic of RyuVolcon.”
Each mage reacts differently to Niyu’s chilling declaring. A few are paralyzed with fear, some are angry and focused on the challenge, and most are filled with pride and excitement. Each sorcerer begins to vocalize their own internal feelings of the situation.
“RyuVolcon? Awesome.” Cydris smirks.
“Even more satisfying.” Carvis growls with pleasure.
“Even more of a pleasure in killing him.” Gilter scoffs.
“Wasn’t RyuVolcon the dark entity from the Dark Realm? He almost merged the twelve realms together in darkness.” Camalaya generally asks.
“Yeah, but the 12 Supremes and the Prime Supreme were able to seal him inside the Dark Realm, before he was able to succeed,” Niyu explains. “The seal must be weak, if this were to have happened. Shit.”
“I’m sorry K, but if this is RyuVolcon’s magic, Airyo is gone.” Camalaya looks at K with distress.
“NO! He is not weak enough to be possessed by that energy. There is no way!” K reacts with anger. “Airyo is a strong mage. There was a reason why the Eternal’s Fate chose him as the alexandrite mage. The Fate never makes a mistake!”
“Look asshole, if you want to die by his side, I’ll be more than happy to oblige. Just give me the signal.” Cydris sarcastically says as he and K continue to subdue the other’s strength.
“That’s enough! If we all use our most powerful servants and their strongest attack, we can kill Airyo and stop the collapse!” Niyu proclaims over the rest of the sorcerers. “Let’s go!!”
Suddenly, Airyo’s soft voice is heard by everyone. He speaks in anguish. “K…please help me. K…please help me.”
“Airyo!” K is perplexed by the sudden shift in personality. “Airyo, just hold on, I’ll save you!”
“You idiot! Are you seriously that naïve and incomprehensible on what is happening? Xiren shouts at K. “This is RyuVolcon’s possession magic! This is what he does. He mimics his victim’s voice to convince us to lower our guard, then he goes in for the kill strike. Don’t be played by his games, stupid. Airyo is gone and you have to face that reality!”
“No. I refuse to believe that. That’s him. I’ll show all of you how wrong you are!” K retaliates. “Just hang in there Airyo, I’ll save you and keep our promise!”
“This idiot is going to get us all killed.” Xiren is aggravated.
“Damn. I give him credit. He’s adamant and stubborn.” Cevera speaks energetically. “He’s like a bull. Once he sees red, he doesn’t waver.”
Airyo continues to speak softly in pain. “Please help me. It hurts. It hurts. My entire body…feels like it’s on fire.”
“I said that’s enough!!” Niyu shouts across the Battle Realm, echoing across the open space. “We have to stop this demon now. If we don’t stop him now, it is all over for us and for everyone we love and care about. Let’s go!!”
Niyu changes his servant to his blade servant; armored in black and gold armor with a zanbato sword in his right hand and a khopesh sword in the other hand. He leads the charge with a superior jump. The other mages are motivated by his words and some change their servants and a few of the other mages remain as their current servants.
Cydris takes advantage of the distraction and knocks K’s blade to the side, lands a kick to his chest and sends him backward. Cydris bolts himself towards Airyo, alongside the rest of the ten sorcerers. K struggles to speak. He tries to stop all of them with only his lungs but is unsuccessful. All ten mages surround Airyo, each one preparing their strongest attack and chanting magical attacks.
Before any of them release their attack, a dark magical energy shockwave is released from Airyo’s body, by a swift impulse from his eyes. Each one of the sorcerers is knocked off balance and plummeted back towards the ground. All sorcerers unsystematically are slammed into the ground, some slewing a cough of fresh blood.
“You, insignificant pieces of flesh have done nothing but destroyed this planet, with your selfishness and egoism.” Airyo returns to speaking sinisterly. “I’m here to reclaim this realm and the other eleven. You humans have desolated everything with your egotistical materialistic desires and obsession for power. It’s time for the renewal of a new world and the extinction of the humans!!”
“Airyo. STOP!!!!!”
“Hesparian Hundred!!!” An arm, glimmering with alexandrite armor, cloaked in a mask of dark energy, theatrically raises into the sky. “Darken the Battle Realm and destroy everything!” Airyo proclaims with sinisterly assertiveness and determination from the top of the giant rock pillar, reverberating echoing chills across the Battle Realm.
Ten magical golden rings hover in the sky above the alexandrite sorcerer. Each ring is encompassed with alexandrite crystal shards and energetic flames. These brilliant rings shimmer through the darkness; reflecting off the previous battles and destruction of the Battle Realm.
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Ten dragon heads, infused with red and golden magical energy, materialize through the rings. These dragons rage ferociously through the sky, reigning fire blasts down upon the sorcerers below. The dragon blasts cut through the lingering smoke and dust from the previous attack and smash into the blacken earth; forming giant craters and exploding on contact. Painful screams and shouts are heard across the battlefield.
The Battle Realm is shrouded with black and grey smoke, mixed with dust and magical red and gold remnants. K struggles to stand, using both of his blades as a crutch to lift himself up from the smoke and dust. His armor has been severed and gravely destroyed in numerous spots.
K is hit with temporary amnesia. He slowly, incoherently, examines the damage and destruction inflicted by Airyo; noticing the blood pools spilled by other sorcerers. K is able to shake off his amnesia and quickly discerns none of the other ten mages are moving, concluding all of them have been killed by the magical bombardment.
“It’s obvious that…I’m not going to be able to…snap Airyo…out of this possession…this easily.” K stammers. “Looks like…I’m just going to have to beat it out of you.” K locks eyes on Airyo. “I’ll find your weakness, RyuVolcon. I’ll break…your hold on Airyo. Asshole.”
RyuVolcon simply and deviously chuckles in amusement, admiring and praising K for being able to survive that onslaught. RyuVolcon is clueless to his survival but is entertained by the humor of the Eternal’s Fate, acknowledging the fact he was the survivor among the rest of the sorcerers. After admiration and praise, with grins and vile laughs, RyuVolcon conjures energy for his next and final blast.
RyuVolcon raises his giant zanbato sword high into the sky. Black and red energy filters from the zanbato. Loud electrical strikes of crystalized alexandrite erupt from the blade. The electrical strikes spark encompasses the sorcerer, causing a black and red electrical storm.
“I... I... I won… won’t let you, you win. I will not…allow you, to win this Crusade. The Eternal’s Fate will be mine!! I will save Airyo and this universe from your madness, RyuVolcon!!!!”
K is finally able to fully stand, with an unwavering determination in his eyes. The dual blades wielded by the mage instantly ignite into a blinding sapphire, white, and yellow light; cracking with loud echoes across the battlefield. The cracking of his blades sends bolts of white and yellow lightning crashing into the surrounding ground before him. He lifts his head, furrowing his brow and looking upwards at the RyuVolcon. “You’ve gone too far, RyuVolcon. I will find a way to release your grip on Airyo and save him. After that, I’m going to kill you for what you have done!! I won’t even seal you back in your corner. You don’t deserve any mercy!”
K and RyuVolcon fixate their attention solely on one another as if both mages are piercing the soul of the other sorcerer and shredding their magical circuits. After minutes of unswerving fixation, RyuVolcon strikes his raised electrical zanbato into the rock pillar. He smacks his palms together in front of his chest and begins to chant an ancient ritual in Greek, his voice echoing with the cracks and breaking of the lightning.
A heavy, dark crimson energy leaks from between each palm, hissing like a python slithering towards its prey. Coursing through the crimson energy are fragments of alexandrite crystals. The atmosphere around the alexandrite mage envelops into a cloud of dark glittering crimson energy. More severe black and crimson lightning strikes continue to surround him.
With a theatrical ritualistic presentation, the sorcerer slams both palms into the pillar. The zanbato dematerializes into crimson and black energy and filters itself through the pillar towards the base. The ground cracks into a giant fissure, sending a loud eerie resonating sound across the Battle Realm. The fissure cracked deep into the Realm’s core, releasing a supernatural dark and heavy energy from the unknown confines.
“Witness the breaker of souls!” RyuVolcon bellows. “Let’s see if you can handle my strongest attack, by no one other than the ruler of the underworld!”
The air becomes thick with the heavy heat and dark crimson. Thick beads of sweat pour out from K’s forehead. The beads of sweat roll down his cheek, dripping off from the ends of his thick beard. He slowly positions himself for his final attack and holds his ground, releasing stronger surges of lightning energy from his double blades. The surges pierce through the thick heat and crimson energy, like a butter knife.
Once RyuVolcon is positioned, a thick flood of imprisoned black crimson spirits is relinquished from the fissure. The spirits begin to encircle the two sorcerers. The spirits liberate themselves by delivering loud and obnoxious screeches of anger, frustration, and pain.
RyuVolcon describes to K that they are spirits that continue to experience pain, anger, and suffering for an eternity. RyuVolcon declares, with a wicked laugh, he will use this suffering and anguish to destroy K and take possession of the Eternal’s Fate. Once he possesses the Eternal’s Fate, he will destroy the Battle Realm, along with the other eleven realms and shroud them all in darkness and create his own universe.
RyuVolcon manifests a black and red scepter. Sitting atop of the scepter is a statue of a purple and black bird with extended wings. The extended wings illuminate a bright light from a conspicuous purple and alexandrite crystal. The same illuminating light is similar to that of light emitting from his double horned helmet.
The mage theatrically twists and spins the scepter around his body. Once he is finished, he pierces the base of the scepter into the cavity where the zanbato blade was struck into previously. The suffering spirits are pulled towards the scepter, encircling into a giant sphere above the mage’s head.
All of the spirits are completely absorbed into the spiritual sphere. RyuVolcon rises the scepter from the pillar with his left hand, ascending the sphere higher. The sphere releases dark more crimson electricity across the Battle Realm, scorching passed K, with each strike more copious than the previous one.
“That’s incredible.” K is stargazed.
“Come at me, kyanite,” the RyuVolcon antagonizes with intense laughter.
“I can handle whatever you throw at me RyuVolcon. Don’t underestimate me.”
“Come on kyanite. I don’t have all day. I have eleven realms to destroy.
“Damn. How am I going to be able to save him? I don’t think I’m going to be able to save him through words alone. I’m going to have to unlock my strongest weapon if I want to break through to him. Then, I’ll use the Eternal’s Fate to bring back Airyo.
“Come on kyanite. You’re not afraid of a couple of spirts, are you? Do you even know who this servant is? I’ll give you a hint, he’s a god.”
“No.” K immediately answers. “It looks like it’s an accumulation of spirits. Spirits? God? “Underworld?” And that scepter and helmet seem familiar. His servant must be Hades from the underworld. How ironic.”
“You hold the power of Zeus, the god of the skies and thunder, don’t you?!! The king of gods!!! Now, let’s see it!!”
“This attack will determine who’s the winner. Maybe this attack will release Airyo,” K whispers to himself. “I better pull all of my power in one attack, if I want to win this, and save Airyo.”
“Give me a challenge kyanite! Show me the full power of the god of thunder!”
“Fine.” K reacts to the proposal and unlocks the true power of Zeus. He begins to filter magical energy into the double blades, sparking a blue and white electrical reaction. K slowly brings the two blades together, sparking a more intense electrical reaction and sparking yellow lightning strikes. K releases the double blades. The hilts are fully enveloped in the same electrical reaction, morphing into an extraordinary sword. The electrical reaction subsides, revealing the powerful sword…the Olympian Sword.
K reaches for the hilt with both hands, grasping it firmly. He monologues about the history of the sword, being the sword that defeated and trapped the Titans in Tartarus, for an eternity, by the action and order of Zues himself.
K fuels the sword with more magical energy, releasing a stronger electrical reaction. The cracks of electricity become louder and a white and yellow thunderstorm erupts from the sky. The white thunderstorm and black thunderstorm separate the sky into light and darkness. The white and yellow cloud formation reigns colossal bolts of lightning down and around K. The Battle Realm is scarred by giant electrical craters. Thunderclaps echo across the sky after each lightning bolt is released from the sky.
K grips the giant sword more firmly, concentrating all his focus and energy into the final attack. He slowly ascends the sword into the sky; generating an extraordinarily bright light of cerulean blue, yellow, and white energy. The sword hums in a humbling and calm radiance. The bright light generates electrical sparks of scarlet and azure, complementing the humbling radiance and the surrounding thunderstorm.
Between the two supremacy attacks, the Battle Realm is filled with heat, electrical energy, and tension among the two final sorcerers of the Kaiser Crusade. The impending attacks react to one another’s electrical energy, raging rapidly against one another with more intensity and ferocity. The electrical energies are clashing against one another, as if the two Olympian Gods, Zeus, the God of Thunder, and Hades, the God of the Underworld, are fighting over dominance.
K’s eyes turn bright blue, issuing in the creation of a white, unique octagon in the sky, with a blue hue on the outside edge. There are several different electrical panels rotating in an asymmetrical clockwise and counterclockwise motion on the outside of the edge of the octagon. Inside the octagon are three different circular panels, with distinctive lightning bolt symbolisms, fashioned in a triangle formation. The left and right panels rotate clockwise, and the top middle panel moves counterclockwise, symmetrically. In the center of the octagon, an alluring white and cerulean eagle silhouette elegantly flutters its wings and screeches its presence.
The electrical lightning continues to rage across the sky and the Battle Realm. This action causes the Olympian Sword to react with rage, producing a brighter light. In response to the mage’s sword reaction, RyuVolcon summons more underworld spirits, to fuel the hovering sphere; expanding it further in darkness and power. The aura of the spirits continues to taint the scent of the air with suffering and despair, effecting the atmosphere to become heavier, hotter, and more desolate.
“Underworld Amaryan!!!”
“Olympian Thunderkaiana!!!”
The underworld spirit sphere explodes in pitch-black and crimson energy streams from four different angles. The four streams hiss like boa constrictors, killing the atmosphere within its path with poisonous miasma. The four streams spin simultaneously and merge together as one giant stream, aiming directly at the kyanite mage. The energy stream transforms even further, eventually evolving into a three-headed chimera. The chimera evokes three powerful roars, sending a powerful windblast towards the K.
With a great downward slash, K releases a colossal blue and white energy blast from his sword. The bright energy from the attack chases the shadows away. In a gigantic clash, the two attacks collide. The two attacks struggle for power back and forth, attempting to overpower the other. Both sorcerers grunt and writhe. Quarrel words are exclaimed by both sorcerers, at the other, for who will be obtaining the Eternal’s Fate.
A few minutes pass, the struggle continues between the two mages, both grunting and growling to maintain their attack, raging against each other’s strength. The energy of the attacks become more intense, expanding in size and destroys more of the realm. Each sorcerer’s heels begin to crack through the surface as to which they each stand upon.
“It’s time to die, kyanite!!” RyuVolcon declares his victory.
“No!!!” K resists and activates his final attack. “I will release him from your control, even if it kills me!!”
The encircling, symbolic cloud ignites in a marvelous, luminous white, yellow, blue, and red piercing energy. The silhouette eagle is fueled with the luminous energy, expanding exponentially in size. The exponential eagle evokes a powerful screech.
RyuVolcon glances at the eagle while maintaining his attack. The eagle expands its ginormous wings and quickly descends from the white clouds, aiming directly at the alexandrite mage. RyuVolcon grimaces in anticipation.
Before the eagle clashes into RyuVolcon, he reacts swiftly by outstretching his right hand. RyuVolcon opens up an underworld portal, from under K’s feet. A surge of pitch-black, maroon-crimson and purple energy explodes from the portal. The energy pillar fully engulfs K’s body. The kyanite mage screams in agony and anguish, being that he is being poisoned and his armor, underclothes, and body are being burned. As K suffers, the silhouette eagle unswervingly slams into RyuVolcon, causing him to suffer the same level agony and anguish; being electrocuted and burned by the electrical energy and energy flames.
Both sorcerers’ knees buckle and they both collapse to the ground, therefore losing control of their attacks. The Underworld Amaryan chimera slips underneath the Olympian Thunderkiana and collides with the energy pillar. The Olympian Thunderkaiana slips over the Underworld Amaryan and combines with the eagle attack.
The two impacts reverberate across the Battle Realm in several shockwaves. All four attacks explode in a blinding white and blue light, and a pitch-black, maroon, and purple light. K loses his grip on his sword. RyuVolcon loses his grip on his scepter. The massive explosion consumes both weapons, both mages, and the entire Battle Realm.
“Useless human.” RyuVolcon sinisterly whispers in Airyo’s head. “I’ll just find the next broken human, but first I must heal myself. Next time, I’ll come back stronger.” The magical energy of the possession is released from Airyo’s body and disappears with the explosion.
The Hades’ scepter and Zues’ Olympian Sword plummet back to the ground. The Olympian Sword pierces the ground first, tilting to the right side. The scepter follows close behind the sword and pierces the ground, tilting to the left. Both weapons form an ‘X’ together, symbolizing their connection. The storm clouds begin to divide and separate, leaving the Battle Realm in quiet solitude.
The smoke and dust begin to settle. K is left in a giant crater. Airyo comes crashing down, beside K. Airyo slews a pool of blood from his lungs and leaves a crack on the crater’s surface. K smiles, noticing Airyo has been released from RyuVolcon’s control. K and Airyo stare at the other, understanding why the other did what he just did.
“I’m, sorry K. It’s all…”
“It’s, okay Airyo. I figured it out. You, you weren’t in control. As long…as long as I was able to destroy that asshole, that was controlling you, I’m okay with it. All that matters…is, is, is you’re safe now.”
“Thank you, K…I’m happy, you were able to stand your truth, in the end.”
“I would do anything for you, Airyo. I would, I would protect you with my life. I’m just happy, I’m just really happy you’re safe.”
K continues to smile at Airyo and reaches for Airyo’s hand, entangling their fingers together. Both sorcerers are severely injured. Each of their smiles begins to fade away, like the storm clouds in the sky, until both of their last breaths are breathed, leaving the Battle Realm left silent by all twelve crusaders.