A small, almost invisible light floated inside a giant dome filled with otherworldly drawings and structures. From this light, several extremely minuscule spiritual treads extended in all directions.
Little particles of light kept coming from those threads, feeding the small light. Although the process was so slow it couldn't be seen by the naked eye, the small light was slowly growing, getting larger and more detailed.
Inside this light, a dim and blurry figure rested inside, nestled in itself as it slowly grew. Its true figure was impossible to determine, but nonetheless, an aura full of dignity and omnipotence still radiated from it, making it seem as though it could crush any and all with a mere look.
This figure had remained unmoving in this place for hundreds of years, but now, the blurry figure inside the light slowly raised it's head as it looked in a certain direction, it's emotions impossible to determine.
After a while, as if pondering, the entire dome suddenly began shaking. Endless golden light rushed out from several churches across the north as an invisible tide converged into this dome, more specifically, into the small light in it.
After a while, the tide ended. The figure itself hadn't changed by much, however, a hand the size of a man stood in front of it. It had no arm connected to it and it looked like a mix between a claw of a devil and the hand of a saint, giving off a very strange, even disturbing vibe.
Turning towards a certain direction, the hand disappeared as it flew at a speed that no being could hope to achieve. The entire north seemed to cry out in joy as the hand flew, the snow underneath it melting to reveal beautiful flowers and small animals.
However, the aura of the hand was far different from its effects. A bloodlust strong enough to smash a normal person's mind just by remotely looking at it emanated from it.
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Meanwhile, somewhere near the border between the cold north and bountiful south...
Tens, perhaps hundreds of men were gathered, running forward at a terrifying speed. Anyone who had the disfortune of seeing them would find their heads suddenly separated from their necks, never to tell anyone of their presence.
At the front of the group, two men stood. One of them was an extremely fat man with chubby cheeks and a large pot belly, as well as a weird pig-like face. He was riding a giant wolf that seemed to have more teeth than fur.
Next to the fattie, a handsome man with black suit and two swords on his waist ran without any mount. Compared to the fattie, this man's aura seemed to carry a mercilessness that few could match. Furthermore, the look in his eyes was similar to that of a robot, uncaring.
After a long time running, the fat man finally turned to the handsome man as he spoke, "Lord Godking, may I ask why exactly we must go ourselves to capture the queen? I don't think she's good enough to be worth all this trouble..." The man said, his voice sounding similar to that of a pig. He even snorted a couple times whilst speaking.
Not even bothering to face the fatty, the Godking spoke, "Of course you don't realize it. A mere slave is just that, a slave." His tone was harsh and filled with mockery, but the fattie didn't even dare look at the Godking in the eyes as he said this.
"We need her, as you will need a proper heir. Otherwise, problems with successions in the future may occur. Those nobles do not yet realize I was behind all of this, so when I officially come in and annex the kingdom, you will have the legitimacy to let me do so. Furthermore, that woman is far more important than you realize. I felt a trace of space magic when she escaped, if I can capture her, I will be able to further my own power..." The Godking said as a hungry look appeared on his face.
Whether it was greed, lust, or a predatory gaze, it was unknown. However, the fattie did know one thing, and that was that as long as he was alive, he would never betray this devil made man.
Godking. The mere word would send kingdoms shuddering in fear. Tales of his power and cunning had long since spread far and wide. He was considered both the king and religious head of the World Empire, the largest empire in existence, covering over 1/3 of the world.
He had built this empire himself from scratch, only taking 800 years in the process. Hence, he had plenty of backing and money, making him a terrifying political figure.
That wasn't all. He himself was already an extremely powerful magician capable of leveling entire armies, and even amongst old monsters, he was one of the top figures.
Naturally, there were people above him, especially that man. The Godking shuddered as an image of that bastard passed through his mind, rage and fear both welling up inside of him.
However, it only lasted a second. Soon, he was back to normal, the cold, merciless look reappearing on his face.
After a couple hours of running, the Godking suddenly stopped, making everybody around him stop too. Nobody questioned why, nor did they seem to care. Only the fattie looked at the Godking with curiosity and fear mixed into one.
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Without any warning, the Godking slightly moved his hand, trying to touch something. He furrowed his brows as he murmured, "Weird..."
Although the others couldn't see it, a strange, green barrier stood in front of them. This barrier gave him a weird feeling, but it seemed harmless. He wasn't a barrier master, but he still had enough experience to tell that this barrier was very, very strange.
In fact, it wasn't even just the barrier. The things behind it were weird. Where the group stood, outside the barrier, snowstorms kept raging and a cold capable of causing instant frostbite was common, but inside, it was far better.
There was much less snow, the temperature far milder, and the snowstorms were basically only little clouds.
A strange feeling welled up inside the Godking, but for the sake of his plan, he ushered the group forward, entering the barrier. They got through with no problems, but the Godking couldn't help but feel strange.
As they kept going, the feeling became clearer and clearer, until he felt like, unless he got out of this place, fast, he would die. This feeling of inevitable doom was new to the Godking, and he didn't like it one bit.
Taking a deep breath, he cast a strengthening spell on the entire group before yelling "Quick! We have to move!"
He didn't bother explaining. After all, everyone in this group was a mere slave, puppets that would only obey him and nothing else. Only the fattie was still partially human, as for everyone else, their eyes were like those of dead fish, and their movements too stiff to make them seem natural.
Hence, they naturally obeyed. The Godking couldn't care right now, however, as, after 10 minutes of extreme running, the mark he had planted on the woman began resonating, guiding him towards a small, defenseless town...
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Inside of his office in the church, the old man sighed as he silently whispered to himself, "They're here..."
Along with a stomp of his foot, he yelled out "EVERYBODY! GRADE RED ALERT! GO TO YOUR ROOMS!"
After his shout, a multitude of yells and screams erupted from the church as the priests quickly began ringing bells on the church before heading towards an underground complex, fortified with extremely though metals.
Soon after, the entire village followed the priests. Organizing the small populace was easy for these priests as they ordered everybody around based on age, sex and relationships. A couple minutes after, the entire village had turned into a ghost town with the exception of the mother, her daughter, and the old man. Saina herself wanted to come too, but she was taken away in the end.
After another tense 10 minutes of waiting just outside the village's borders, the woman began to feel truly anxious. She knew that although they had saved her, they would still sell her away if it would be convenient for them.
Looking at the old man, she could only pray for his kindness. As the sound of feet stomping on the ground drew closer, a group of men could be seen approaching.
Seeing this, the old man's face scrunched up. He could feel that each one of these men could destroy him easily, and yet, feeling the slight golden glow on his priestly robes, his emotions calmed down.
Looking at these intruders like they were dead meat, the old man began mumbling words under his breath. The woman couldn't hear him, nor could the kid. Nonetheless, they felt as though these words carried a strange power with them, making them shudder even in their very warm clothes.
As the two groups neared each other, the Godking slowed down, looking at the old man in front of him. He sneezed as he was about to obliterate him with a spell, grab the two females and run when the old man shouted, "Leave, intruders! You are not welcome in the Holy Kingdom of the Lord!"
For some reason, the Godking's heart felt like it stopped. A strange, almost unhearable sound resounded through the entire area.
Snorting in his pig-like fashion, the fattie said "Hehe, old man, know your place. You are in front of the Godking himself!"
Seeing the fattie, the mother couldn't help but silently grasp her daughter's hand a little tighter. She looked at the Godking with a hateful gaze, but he didn't even bother returning a simple glance.
Contrary to what the fattie expected, the Godking growled as he said, "Senior, I believe that this... junior, requires those two for a plan of his. Please, I will leave immediately, but I will only do so with those two in hand."
Hearing this, the old man snorted. "Leave. You are not welcome." He repeated, this time, his words louder.
Frowning, the Godking roared "Know your place!" As a powerful spell began taking form in his hands. A powerful feeling of death emanated from this spell, and in front of everyone, the Godking launched it at the old man, hitting him straight on. Or so he thought.
Instead, the spell just... disappeared, just as it was about to hit the old man. Seeing this, everybody's eyes widened, especially the Godking's himself.
Seeing their stupid reactions, the old man's face turned solemn as he roared, "Leave! You are not welcome!"
"You are not welcome!" "You are not welcome!" "You are not welcome!" WIth his roar, the entire world seemed to respond as the earth began trembling.
"LEAVE!" "LEAVE!" "LEAVE" "LEAVE!" Mighty roars resounded from everywhere and nowhere at once. The entire world seemed to come alive as it all screeched at the invaders.
The Godking's face turned pale as he coughed out a mouthful of blood. The fattie's expression was even worst as several of his veins began bursting one after the other, his eyes grew and grew until they popped from their sockets, and his ears burst out.
Even the people behind them weren't faring any better. Seeing all of this, the Godking wiped his mouth as he muttered, "Damn it..."
After pondering for a split second, the Godking suddenly threw himself forward, launching towards the two women. Seeing this, the old man's pupils constricted. Without a second thought, he threw himself against the Godking, knocking him away.
Feeling the old man colliding with him, the Godking growled as his sharp nails swiftly separated the old man's head from his neck...
Throwing the body away, the Godking looked at the two women with a harsh gaze. The young girl screamed as she hid behind her mother, and the mother herself took several steps backward.
However, the old man still did not seem dead. His bodyless head whispered, "You... not welcome... Holy kingdom... LORD!"
With a roar, the life in his eyes faded. Even the Godking was shocked at the old man's vitality, but this shock did not last long as he suddenly turned towards a certain direction.
The moment he turned, his pupils constricted so much they seemed to disappear. As for why they did so?
A giant hand, the size of a mountain, was tearing it's way towards him. A hatred so deep that not even the Bloody Berserker could compare to radiated from the hand, almost tangible.
The Godking's body began trembling. He had thought it was the old man who made him feel a sense of doom, but now he knew, it was this hand.
He also knew another thing...
He fucked up.