The Realm of Gods and the Tyrannical King

Chapter One

Screams of pure terror roared through the night. Bright fires engulfed a large base, burning what was made from wood down to the ground, turning it completely into nothing but ash. And the parts that were made of stone were scorched to the point where the stones were turning a jet black hue. Bodies lay everywhere. Some are already dead, some struggling to hang on to their last thread of life. Blood covered the dirt ground and the bodies. Some blood was simply a deep red hue, while others happened to be a light green. Strange creatures, some were. This was all the work of a singular man, whose appearance was concealed by a pristine white cloak that went down to his ankles, and a hood that was thrown over his head.

The only bits that could be seen were bright golden eyes that held black pupils within them along with white sclera. The darkness of the night made it all the more frightening. But that was the point. More men rushed the mysterious figure, all of them carrying some sort of weapon and wearing light armor, while others attacked with magic spells of a wide range. The offensive spells would be repelled by the mysterious figure, who was using his own set of spells to attack and defend as well. The men that rushed with weapons would be quickly disarmed with such elegance, swiftness and skill from the mysterious man, and would be killed with their own weapons.

Another small platoon of men, the final group, the ones that were left, rushed the man with pure fear in their eyes, almost like they knew what was coming next. The cloaked man would extend his right arm, opening up his right to where his palm would face the small platoon. Out would come a blast of beautiful orange, red and yellow fire. This blast of flame would shoot forward towards the platoon, crashing into them and engulfing all of them into the fire, giving every single one of them an excruciatingly painful death.

With that being the last of the base's defenses, the cloaked man would turn around, his golden eyes looking at the destruction he caused. The large sum of lifeless bodies lying on the scorched ground, covered in blood. Stained with the life-giving substance. With his work complete, the fire would begin to spiral around the man from the ground up, shrouding him in it. When the fire dissipated into mere sparks only a couple of seconds later, there was no trace of the cloaked man left. The only sign of him being there would be the destruction and death he caused, along with the distinct footprints that his boots left in the dirt.

At another location, deep inside an underground base with stone floors and stone walls, the spiraling flames would conjure up into the main hall of the underground base. When the flames would dissipate into sparks once again, the cloaked man would be revealed, standing there. The man would lift both of his hands upwards towards his hood, softly gripping it and sliding it back off of his head, revealing white, perfectly tanned skin and jet black hair that was faded on the back and sides, and not-too-short fluffy hair atop his head, which was brushed back. His eyebrows were the same shade of black and seemed as if they were perfect. The man appeared to be at the age of twenty-five.

Many people were walking around the underground base. Some nurses, others being warriors dressed in armor and carrying some sort of bladed weapon. "Prince Uzair," a deep male voice would call out from atop a short set of stairs from behind the cloaked man, whose name was indeed Uzair. Uzair would turn around, facing the man who called his name, who just so happened to be one of the Prince's friends. "Kasheer," Uzair responded.

Kasheer was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He had short, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and his skin was similar in tone to Uzair's. He also boasted a neatly trimmed, dark brown-colored beard. His physique was one of a very muscular type. He was very buff, each of his muscles being sculpted to perfection. His arms were perfectly visible, as he only wore a dark brown sleeveless tunic, along with black pants and dark brown boots. "Come. I wish to speak to you about something. It's urgent," Kasheer told Uzair.