Book 1 of Realms' Transcendent
With a devilish grin, the old man took a swig of the wine in his palm, and with a wave of his hand an image appeared before them, "I'm pleased to introduce you to the one destined to be the Ruler of the newest Realm. O...
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On the Border of the Immortal Burial Mounds.
Fire crackled swallowing a now nonexistent village, collecting the falling corpses of their killers. A pale figure wearing ragged black robes danced gracefully through the fire of battle. Their skin a sickly grey nearly matching the rotting blue-ish grey flesh of the corpses fighting at their command. Hellish screams of agony, fear, and anger echoing like a chorus to the eerily beautiful contradicting song of their flute.
Emotions ran rampant within them as their eyes glowed a striking red. Sadistic satisfaction flowing through their blood at the sight of what they were sure was the most beautiful thing in the Three Realms. Pleasure simmered in their long cold figure, as the world burned around them, the first step of their plan underway. Hidden from view their long frozen hearts warmed with happiness as the Cultivation World faced its retribution for its crimes against him.
They may have sought for this result, may have secretly wished for it day and night, yearned for it, even guided him towards it. But it was them, the Cultivation World, that had made it a reality. They were the ones that had made him out as a monster unprovoked. They were the ones that had pulled at his humanity, whittling away at it through time, until he finally snapped. They had wanted a monster so badly, he merely acceded to their wishes.
The Cultivation World finally faced its retribution. And this was just the beginning of their plan.
Chaos rained all around them, and they thrived in it. The sky darkened around the provinces of the Four Great Sects, the muddy red mist that was Resentful Energy pulsed as it joined together, charging through the carnage of battle at their command through him, attacking the thin barrier trapping them within. A spark of annoyance ran through them from him, as their onslaught against the thin yet strong outer layer of the barrier failed. Worry flooding them as he gained awareness from them.
Yet it was for naught. Their eyes turned to the darkened sky, the sun long covered by angry dark clouds. A tendril of an idea jolted through them from him, making them bristle in excitement. The mass of Resentful Energy swirled around him, dancing with praise as they guided him back to just within their prison walls, while preventing the Great Sects from approaching him. Glee spread through them as they watched the members of the Siege look on helplessly in despair as corpses pushed them back.
Only now did the mortals understand the truth. They had never had a chance of winning, they'd only have won if he had let them. Unfortunately for them, he no longer cared for any of them. And there was nothing holding him back from ripping apart those that wronged him constantly without reason. The thought sent tendrils of excitement through them as they looked forward to his revenge.
Like the ancient demonic god in their visions, they were sure it was an event to look forward to, as the once warm selflessly forgiving heart had tasted the bitter cup a few hundred times too many and had learned selfishness and cruelty. Anticipation rippled through their spirits, even as they felt regret at the loss of a sun, as they abruptly realized their vision was so close to reality. They had won him over, and all they needed now was time and they would make sure they had plenty of that.
