King Vishera stared ahead, seemingly at nothing, as sweat drenched his body. His eyes had a faraway look, lost in troubled thoughts. He couldn't help but ponder if the pain had been real or just an illusion. His body remembered, making his stomach churn as he stared at his trembling hands. His vision blurred as memories of the swirling mass of flesh and bloodshot eyes flooded his mind. One thought echoed - this was pure evil.
Icon looked at his father with concern etched on his face. Their backs were pressed together as they huddled in a defensive stance. The air was filled with arguing voices from beyond the castle walls, creating an unsettling atmosphere. "Are you alright, father?" Icon started to ask. But Vishera silenced him by putting a finger to own his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. His face turned stern with suppressed anger, as the voices seemed to vanish, leaving an eerie silence.
The anger on his father's face quickly shifted to alertness as he carefully surveyed their surroundings. It was as if he sensed subtle movements. His hand went to the strange belt at his waist, fashioned from an unknown bone-like material. It was more than just a belt; it seemed to be a weapon of sorts, a bone whip sword.
As Icon watched, his father began to slowly draw the bone sword from its belt sheath. The weapon responded to his touch, it transformed into an object of lethal grace. The bone whip sword now looked like a weapon of great power and craftsmanship.
Centurion's rang out directly to the left, causing Namia to spin around in fright. She found herself face to face with Khorath, who smiled tauntingly at her. Before she could react, Vishera's bone whip sword lashed out from behind Namia, aimed at Khorath. But he easily dodged the attack with preternatural speed.
Vishera looked upon his brother with smoldering hatred etched on his face. "Khorath," he spat out from behind gnashing teeth.
Khorath's smile only widened at his brother's venomous tone. "Dear Vishera, is that any way to greet family?"
"I've long disowned our bloodline," Vishera snarled.
Icon now stood facing Khorath, trident in hand. Namia stood nearby as Centurion blared toward Khorath at three hundred miles per second. Khorath, surprised at its speed, managed to dodge by crouching. He launched at Icon, claws grown into blades, but Faye intercepted, grabbing his hand by the wrist. She tried to use Khorath's momentum to throw him off balance. However, he overpowered her, pulling her forward and palm-striking her face. Sensing Centurion flying behind him, Khorath swiftly spun around.
Centurion smashed into the ground as Khorath nimbly dodged. The chakram began to spin with whirring intensity as Namia shouted, "Death of Shiraku!"
Vishera, Icon, Azores, and Faye and the hooded figure scattered in different directions at her words. Centurion started to glow an eerie green as the ground liquefied into bubbling, dark poison.
Khorath's smile turned savage in anticipation. In an instant, the toxic liquid erupted toward him as four Centurions arose, blades dripping with viscous venom. They spun rapidly, gathering the liquid in a dizzying vortex.
A faint sense of foreboding filled the air as the chakrams hurtled at Khorath with supernatural speed. He struggled to evade them, his smugness turning to alarm. Namia stood at a distance, fingers deftly manipulating the attack.
Khorath darted about at inhuman speed, but the chakrams were closing in. Two slammed down in front of him, poisoned blades extending and rotating like deadly Buzzsaw's to cut him off. He tried to dodge left, but the poison solidified into jagged spikes. Khorath's only option was right, but Centurion barreled toward him from that direction. Namia smiled, thinking this was the end of Khorath. But then he raised his hand skyward and brought it down with unholy force. The ground seemed to warp toward him in that moment.
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FantasyCreatures from a dying world sought refuge in another realm, desperate to escape their ever-mounting problems. Unbeknownst to them, the World they had stumbled upon was far more sinister than anything they could have ever imagined.