Ultimate Zero

The Beginning

Year 903
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"Filthy humans!" The silver-haired elven monarch growled as the slaves continued to dash across the gates, escaping from the palace grounds.

"Quickly! Capture them all! Kill those insects, if you must!" The sylvan knights sharply nodded before immediately going for the chase.

The slaves were strangely different this time. Not only they were able to escape easily, their auras were visibly strong, their speed unmatched. Just the day before, they have barely strength to even carry loads for the upcoming feast but what happened?

Was he wrong about these weak creatures all this time?

He lowered his back, running both his hands through his hair. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes burned with anger. How could these lowly pests defy them? How dare they challenge the most powerful monarch in Cirus?!

The king gritted his teeth, remembering the human who led the rebels, "That Darius!" He snarled.

This all happened after a certain slave, they call Darius, began to defeat the sylvan guards one by one. It was still a mystery how he did it but it was believed that he gained abilities from Kai.

"I don't know where you got those powers from but you'll definitely pay for this! I'll kill you mys–"

A sudden sharp glowing blade slit through his neck. His eyes widened as he immediately tried to stop the bleeding with his both hands. It was so fast he wasn't even able to utter another word.

"Who?" A man wearing a black hood with a golden aura, almost blinding, appeared as the monarch takes a last look, his eyes squinting from the light and pain, slowly discerning the face of his assailant.

His eyes reflected the person he hated the most. The reason why he was filled with rage.

But it was too late.

The evil monarch finally lost consciousness and fell to the ground, blood seeping from his neck, spreading through the once spotless silver floor.

Another hooded man appeared from the shadows, silently walking towards the lifeless king.

"It's done," he declared, "It's finally done, Darius. You have saved us!"

The golden aura coming from his body vanished as he stared at the empty throne. He stared at it for a while before turning his head to the other guy.

"Tomorrow," he uttered, "This kingdom will wake up without a king."

He looked down to the blood that was still flowing, reaching the tip of his boots. His amber eyes showed no emotions.

"Darius," the other man warned, "The sylvan knights will be back soon, I already informed Hendrich to gather the people."

"Ezekiel, we must go North." The moon's glittery light illuminated the mysterious mark on his chest, like gold.

Ezekiel, understanding what he meant, knelt down. "We now owe our lives to you, wherever you want to go, we will gladly follow you."

Darius was silent. He started walking towards the massive door, passing through Ezekiel who was still kneeling.

He stopped and turned his head back to him.

"Help me build the North."

To be continued..