Ajax groaned and slid himself down on a wall he was eating on a random arm he picked up on the battlefield. The rich dine and eat while the poor survive. That was the way of life. Ajax grimaced at the rancid smell of the meat as he reluctantly swallowed his first bite gagging at the disgusting smell. It was ok he was already used to it the media loved to call him psycho deranged a puppet of Lord Rot but he was just another man trying to survive. Fate wasn’t always given and the powerful intended to make it stay it that way.

Ajax was only trying to survive to become strong and change things but he wasn’t in the state too. The evil things he does were just a means to an end. Once he got enough power he will change it just everyone wait.

Leo smiled drunkly as he fell onto his comfy bed at the hotel with Shade on the other bed an exchange of looks happened and the two beds became one.

Ajax cuddled next to the corpse that used to be his friend one of the blasted Hegemons ripped his head off without any thought but he was fine at least he still had a body. Sadly his head was mixed in the many head that were lobbed off so this would do. He would endure.

Leo smiled as he got ready to head to the battlefield ready for another day of leveling up. Battlefront #54 perfect.

Ajax pulled himself up and reluctantly opened up his Battlefront Transferrer. Battlefront #54. Those unlucky souls.

Leo came out of the portal and looked up at a floating man. No. It couldn’t be? Ajax? Wasn’t he powerful? Where was his armor?

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Ajax smiled at the rags that covered his body at least he had something to wear today. He grimaced and let himself get taken over by Lord Rot as he mourned in a corner of his mind.

Leo looked at Ajax’s hollow eyes and realized. Possession. Ajax was a catalyst for something truly powerful. And no one can stop him.

Lord Rot looked down at the mortal that dare look at him and he roused his power feeling the noticeable strain on the vessel. Immediately millions of beams of power and bombs rained down on him as his unfathomable aura stretched out. He swept his hand clearing the dust with just one sweep as a crater so big it consumed nearly a tenth of the planet appeared. Lord Rot at the mortals cowering and smiled. He saved them for one reason. It would be a shame to not add these bodies to his collection wouldn’t it?

Leo looked on with pure fear as he saw the sheer force they just used. What was even scarier was the look of boredom on Ajax no the being who possessed him’s face. Leo knew immediately that they were screwed and even as everyone screamed friend and foe alike the being just smile eerily and clasped his hand together then opened them again sending out waves of putrefaction out.

Waves of pure sword slashes and cursed energy rolled out to combat the putrefaction as two being appeared in the air. A old Japanese looking man with a whitish grey beard reaching just above his chest and a simple katana in his hand stood levitating in mid air. The other man was a tall man with a set of black and red armor on a weird seal on the part where his Heart should be. The man was also holding a two handed huge red sword radiating immense power.

Leo kneels buckled and he puked out mouthful after mouthful of blood as he felt the auras clash even though the Intent wasn’t targeted towards him. 90% of people just kneeled over and died and even Hegemons looked incredible uneasy and sick to the stomach. The old wisened man was most definitely the Sword Saint and the other man was the Cursed Monarch. This was meant to be a nice outing with Shade! Not an actual battle! Leo could only hold on to his consciousness as the three auras clashed.

Even with both Monarchs trying to push back the Aura of Rot it still persisted and the only reason the two Monarchs weren’t immediately pushed back was because of the limits of Ajax’s body. Leo felt an unfathomable depth behind the shown power and Leo felt uneasy thinking of such power. Definitely an Early Autarch.

Then the Sword Saint drew his blade and Leo’s vision was split by the sheer sharpness looking at the sword generated Leo felt his vision waver for one last second before he toppled over and joined the masses.