In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls con...
In the dark of a rainy day, a humanoid figure strode with a confident verve towards two massive doors that barred the entrance to a dilapidated old castle.
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Clad in armour and sword in hand, they charge up a kick as they get close enough to the doors. Their leg extends with tremendous force, and as it makes contact with the wooden surfaces, the foot rips the doors off their hinges, sending them flying into the castle. The doors crush several other humanoid entities before landing next to a large figure standing in an altar. This figure had crown-shaped pupils and white eyes. As the armoured warrior approached, it grinned.
White Crown: Almost there, aren't we, redeemer?
With a hand gesture, the figure commands the humanoid entities to attack the invader. They moved like zombies, as if their mind was not their own.
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The warrior paid them no mind, easily slaying them as they got in range of his sword, while he walked steadfast towards their leader. This warrior had golden eyes, and cross-shaped pupils.
Golden Cross: Awfully cheerful, for someone who's about to spend the rest of their days imprisoned in the void.
As the warrior defeated the foes that came towards him, glowing white orbs were expelled from their bodies. The orbs were their soul... Although, these were tainted. They were empty inside, hollow. The person inside had entirely been destroyed, leaving only a mindless husk behind, to obey the commands of the crowned tyrant.
White Crown: Your over-confidence will be your downfall, Raxyas.
The figure descends from their altar, meeting the warrior at ground level. By then, all the thralls had already been vanquished by him.
White Crown: Still, it is most impressive that you could take my organization alone. It leaves me rather... Embarrassed.
The warrior stops walking just a few metres away from his enemy.
Raxyas (Golden Cross): Don't be. Nobody else in Mortmundus could best me, Zal'kator... It would be foolish for you to assume that it would be different for any of you.
