White snow against the red sky—what a remarkable sight! This is truly something you do not see every day. One would take their time to admire such a sight but doing so now would make one crazy as the battle of two of Talmoya's strongest warriors took place along with two dragons of equal power resting in the early mythical stage. The Fire Elemental Dragon and the Black Ice Dragon
These attacks could easily destroy cities as these dragons clashed in the skies, releasing red and blue beams and balls of energy made from condensed Heiki. A loud explosion was heard each time their attacks collided, causing the earth to shake. Beneath them stood two of the strongest across Talmoya: Lady Liana, leader of the God's Hand Clan, and Zachael, the Dragon Emperor, or the power-hungry lunatic. None the less, his power was second to none, or at least that's what he believes, untethered against the magnitude each blast caused.
The area where they fought was a land of destruction filled with fire and ice, a contradiction of hot and cold. This was a battle between Blade Masters. Throughout the world of Talmoya, a Blade Master was considered the strongest warrior in a region who was able to awaken a spirit within a spirit blade and had mastered Heiki. Beyond the battlefield, five figures watched and awaited the outcome of this battle. These were the remaining Blade Masters from the other five continents.
"I'm guessing you all sensed the same power I did and came to investigate?" A man spoke, standing at the edge of the mountain as he watched out into the distance. "My beast indicated to me that the power I was feeling was similar to mine since he could also sense it. The aura they are giving off is similar to yours. For the first time in centuries, the seven Blade Masters have gathered. "Truly, this is a marvelous day."
"Indeed," a woman said, standing to his rear left, "but we cannot let them continue. Zachael could go berserk and end up killing this girl. and you're getting old, you might not be able to stop him."
"Hahaha... Indeed, I am Queen Cambollia, but don't let this old body fool ya'; I can still take on any of you."
"Yeah, yeah." This time a younger male spoke, dressed in black, and said, "But why haven't you invited that girl to our little group?"
"Well, let me see." I guess everything takes time, Johnny, my boy. Hahaha." The old man smiled widely, believing that now was the time for all seven of them to assert their power and put an end to the chaos war that had been wreaking havoc on their planet for years. "Well then, shall we end this?" he stated, and all five figures flew surrounded by the physical aura of their Heiki.
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Liana appeared to be at her limit; her lack of experience was beginning to show. Her armor is broken in various places, with a dash of red amidst the white and blue. Zachael looked at her with glee; he hadn't felt this good since losing to Renkai Himotu, the oldest and strongest living Blade Master, as well as the only person to ever defeat him. He had a few cut wounds over his body, which were going to add to the many scars he already had.
Liana was preparing her remaining energy for one final attack. Condensing her Heiki into a ball of energy and infusing it with the different elements caused different colored lightning to travel around it.
-Oh! You're putting your all into this, aren't you? As Liana prepared her attack, Zachael reflected. "Well, then, let's see what you've got!" He yelled as he increased his power, enveloping himself in a ball of red aura that extended out six feet around him and was tearing through the ground.
"Final Judgment, God's Hand!" Liana shouted the name of her attack and fired it off. As the beam of energy moved through the air, the earth gave way, breaking apart in its wake. - If he stops this, then it's all over.
Before her attack could reach Zachael, five beams of light—white, green, black, purple, and silver—shot down from the sky and hit the ground in the center of the two. There was a thunderous boom followed by a large explosion. Liana narrowed her eyes to see if her attack landed through the smoke, but what she saw surprised her. In the smoke and dust, five figures were standing, and all of them gave off the aura of someone who possessed a spirit blade. She was astounded, for she had only heard of the other warriors capable of using spirit blades to their full potential from her grandfather and mother, and these other Blade Masters were from the other human continents. Her mother passed away from disease when she was seven years old, and her father died before she was born while traveling to aid those less fortunate villages. It is said that he and his men were ambushed by over a hundred men who were in the early master to peak grandmaster power levels. She was raised by her grandfather, who passed away and entrusted her with the power of the Black Ice Dragon and the Spirit Sword of Milla.
Her grandfather told her that if she could harness the power of the spirit blade, she would be the youngest Blade Master since all the other continents have one and are the current Blade Masters of their continent. She learned to control the power of the sword at the age of twelve and was taken under her grandfather's wing, where she learned to awaken the spirit in the sword and control all the other elements at the age of twenty-five. Her grandfather, the founder of the God's Hand Clan and the Blade Master of the Spirit Sword No'pola, who could make the earth bend to his will as he pleased, died at the age of 105 of natural causes. The only other continent that did not have a Blade Master was the Land of the Beast since no humans lived there. The king and his arch knight first arrived three years ago, following her grandfather's death.
The dust was giving way, and she could now make out the figures. The first was a woman with long, golden hair, dressed in a revealing yellow dress with floral designs displaying her cleavage and a long split on the bottom right going up to her thigh. She had emerald, green eyes, and around her neck was a beaded chain similar to Zachael's but made from smaller beads. The other was an average height man dressed in a tight black shirt that hugged his well-toned body and a long black pant. He also has a pair of golden earrings in his ears and short silver hair that complement his silver eyes; he also wears the same type of chain. The other was a tall, muscular, brown-eyed bald man wearing no shirt, revealing tribal tattoos and well-defined muscles on his chest and back. He wore green pants with a yellow sash around his waist and a beaded bracelet like Zachael's beaded chain. The fourth was a female with a brown complexion. She stood about five feet four inches tall, and her black hair was braided in thin dreads with a tip dyed a golden brown. She was wearing long blue leggings and a tight light blue shirt that hugged her breasts perfectly, and she had curves in all the right places with a small waist. She also had her arms folded under her breast and wore a similar beaded chain. The last was an old man with a head of white hair wrapped in a bond, a beard on his chin, and a mustache that appeared to be too long. With a huge smile on his face, he was wearing a white shirt with short sleeves on the back; the shirt had the symbols of the different elements sewn on it, and long white pants with tribal designs on the side. He stood with his right hand held out in an open palm and had similar beaded anklets on both feet.
Liana was terrified when she saw figures appear out of nowhere and wear something like Zachael's chain. But what scared her more was that they all had specks of assorted colors in their eyes, showing that they were Blade Masters and already in an awakened state, and they all seemed as strong as Zachael. She immediately took up a defensive stance and called Climica to her, who was still fighting the fire dragon. The dragon immediately fled, stood behind its master, and gave a powerful roar as it landed. She was covered in the blood of the wyverns and the ash left by the fire dragons' blast.
"Easy there, granddaughter of Gutoro Sen." The old man spoke calmly to Liana, who opened her eyes in surprise.
"How do you know my grandfather?" she asked in shock.
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"That's a long story, but to keep it short, you can say he was a good friend of mine once when he traveled to my city in the southern continent of Alph. We always stayed in touch. He said you would someday grow to be a powerful blade master, and it seems he was right. "You are indeed powerful."
"Who are you people?"
"I assume that by "you people," you are referring to Zachael as well; if so, then my name is Decor Jinx, and we are the six remaining Blade Masters." "Your grandfather spoke of a day when all seven Blade Masters would gather after he had passed, and when that day came, he wanted us to combine our forces and end this time of war." The old man spoke no longer with a smile on his face, for he knew too well how many lives these wars between the different nations of each continent had cost. The innocent lives taken by those possessed by greed for power and more land, the so-called "Kings," "We have come to know that you are the strongest amongst the ones who possess a spirit blade on this continent, and you also command your grandfather's dragon, still as powerful as ever. ""I would appreciate your assistance in ending these foolish wars, my child." "Would you lend us your strength?"
Liana thought carefully about what the old man said and whether or not to believe him. - He recognized Climica as grandad's. He even knows of me, and his cause is most noble. How can I deny him even if he is lying? I can feel no ill will from them. She then spoke, "Is that man with you? And if so, why did you permit him to attack me? ""You seem like you're the leader here."
"Hahaha.." Zachael couldn't help but laugh. "Leader? You must be crazy, girl. I follow the man. I make my own decisions. Rumors of your power reached my continent, and as I was traveling here, I sensed your fight from earlier. I was observing from afar when you summoned the Ice Dragon, which I have always wanted. Master Sen never summoned the dragon when we fought, so I never knew the dragon was his. Do not concern yourself; I was never going to kill you. I only kill those who I believe are unworthy of life. But what Decor said is true. We are the six remaining Blade Masters. Your grandfather was the most powerful of us, and I could never defeat him. I had no idea today would be the day when all of us would be gathered, you crazy bastard. "You are indeed strong, my lady, and it would be an honor to fight by your side."
Liana was taken aback by what Zachael said; he had a weird sense of humor and believed he could choose whose life was worthy of being spared. "And how do you choose whose life is worthy?"
"Easy, those who pick on the weak, I kill; and those who fight to protect others who cannot fight for themselves, I protect. ""So, what is your answer?"
"Sir Decor, was it?"
"Yes," the old man replied with a glint of exhilaration in his eyes.
"I will assist you in ending this chaotic era."
"Thank you very much, my dear. We shall begin in a few days, after you have rested and regained your strength.
For the next few days, Liana and Zachael rested and regained their strength. Decor introduced the others to her. Zachaeel was fully recovered by the end of the second day. After a week had passed, Liana finally felt like she was 100% again. From there, they set out to end the chaos era, starting with Liana's continent. They went to the nations that were there and spoke to the leaders, telling them that their foolish squabbles had to stop and that if their troops were not called back, force would be used. After waiting a few days, they saw that nothing had changed. The seven were standing outside on earth-manipulated buildings, looking into the distance, and what they saw surprised them, even though they were expecting something of the sort but not all the nations. The damned kings did not heed their warning but instead left their armies on the battlefield, and now the armies were marching to the location they had given the kings to meet them once they had changed their minds. On one side were the nations from the south, dressed in green and white armor, who allied themselves against the northern nations, dressed in red and golden armor. "A war for more land among different nations. "
Your dare threatens us as kings of this land. "You want a treaty, then we shall give one at the cost of your lives." One of the kings spoke, sitting on a horse-like creature with the kings of the other seven nations to his left and right. The war horn was blown, and the troops charged towards the building where they were.
"You damned fools, none of you shall leave here alive." The muscular man, whom she came to know as Alex, roared out.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" this time the girl with dreadlock girl spoke who she came to as Aabrie, she had a sinister smile on her face.
"You may not be used to killing young ones, but this is war, and I know you know the spirits in our sword crave a battle." It was Darius who spoke to encourage her, dressed in full black.
"That's encouraging, don't you think, Dari?" The female named Cambollia spoke, still showing too much skin, "If you don't want to, you don't have to kill them, Lili." She always seemed friendly whenever she spoke.
"No, I'm going. I owe it to all those from my clan who died in these pointless wars. ""Milla, the Ice Queen of Carnage, is the name of the spirit in my blade, so I think it's time we unleash some carnage."
"That's the spirit, girly," Zachael teased as he tensed up his body, showing off his well-toned body, and everyone followed suit, and the symbols of the elements on the accessories they wore began to glow as it increased their strength; even Liana now wore a chain.
Seven beams of light shot down from the sky and landed in the middle of the army. When the beams hit the earth, they caused the sand and debris to form into a cloud of smoke. When the dust cleared up, it revealed several figures standing in between the troops. These seven figures were none other than the Blade Masters. The soldiers looked at them in surprise before attacking.
It was a massacre. There was blood everywhere, and bodies decimated and chopped to pieces littered the earth. Some died without arms; others without legs were left to bleed to death; and others without heads were killed where they stood. The kings watched as a gust of wind blew perhaps 100 men into the air and then sliced them to pieces by another gust of wind; they watched as the earth was raised from the ground, fifty of them in the air and of a 100-meter length; and they watched as mountains slammed together, squashing everyone in the middle before being swallowed back by the earth. Mountains of ice began to form from thin air, and in these they could see the lifeless bodies of soldiers dressed in red and green armor.
Another area had a fire tornado ripping through the earth and fireballs raining from the sky, causing explosions whenever they hit the ground and sending bodies soaring through the air on flames. They could hear the screams of their armies from all directions; this was a nightmare, and they regret not choosing to heed the warnings of these warriors they were indeed gods among men. Only a few minutes had passed when they realized that half of their army was already dead or dying. Over a million men and women who were thought to be strong warriors of the master to sage status, even some on the grand stage, were easily defeated. They had lost all hope of winning.
The war, if you can even call it a war, ended in fifteen minutes. The blood of the last king splattered through the air, a thick red splattering among the already red battleground. Darius put away his blade as he spoke: "What a shame! ""So many lives could have been spared. ""May the god Raki watch over your souls," he prayed.
This scene continued over the other six continents, killing so many that could have been spared. Many young men and women could have become great warriors, perhaps even Blade Masters, if it hadn't been for the greed of the royal families of each continent. always wanting more—more land, more men or women to enslave, more money, and more power. Finally, each continent was liberated from the clutches of its greedy rulers. After that, they assigned a ruler to each continent, and those who would have to answer to that continent's ruler, or they would have to intervene again. The Blade Masters' initiative was formed to avoid a future of more bloodshed. The Blade Master would remain together and protect the High Empress on the Ambidion continent.
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Over 500 years have passed, and the lands have remained peaceful. Humans now no longer train like they used to. After the Chaos Era ended, there was a period of peace. The strongest warriors have now reached the peak strength of a grandmaster due to fewer battles and the no longer necessary need to fight to survive.
In the Alph region in the Kingdom of Sierg Hunter II. As part of his monthly routine, King Sierg had a psychic read him about events that had yet to happen to him or what would happen in the future. So far, she has never been wrong. He sat on a pillow on the couch across from his psychic, with just an empty table standing between them. The throne room was quite large and seemed to go forever into the distance, as the room was dark and only lit by a few purple candles. The psychic was chanting her spell, so the silence seemed eerie. With a gust of wind, the candles were blown out, and the room became as dark as night. Then purple smoke formed over the table and gave it a purple glow, illuminating the two. The king rubbed his beard, wondering what it was this time. The mage then spoke: "Darkness and greed shall once again take over Talmoya. Born from hatred and betrayal, its only goal is to devour everything in its sight. With the Blade Masters gone, who will protect its people? A child born with the mark of the dragon. With the birth of the child comes the first step on the journey to become a Blade Master: "With the death of this child shall come the birth of a god."