Man of Misfortune

The path of the king

He walked across the wasteland, knowing where to go. He had thought for a long time if he should go or not, but as he had seen how his people started to become restless, as some had died even when nothing but their avatars got destroyed, he could not help but go there himself.

He was not in the realm; he was not controlling this puppet from a safe place; that was the realm his people were in. He went there himself, into the sea of life, just in the body of the avatar. He didn't get how his people were controlling these avatars from the kingdom, but being here on this world and breathing in the air gave him a peaceful mind.

The plants were withering, but new life was also blooming. Life and death are the two forces that many cherish but are also despised by others. Those two were in his very hands to end the fight that his people started to survive.

He heard the whispers; they were the whispers of gods who had an interest in him. It was funny that the same gods who abandoned his people are now helping some of them as they take an interest in them. He didn't know if that was a cruel joke or just showing their true selves.

The being was twisting the space, shortening the distance between him and where he was going to appear. He did not plan to just manifest there; that isn't how a king should do such a thing; a king should come in a majestic way.

The warping of space made his avatar reach the destination in an instant from a large distance just to be there, which one could say was no different from teleportation from what he did. The king then saw Jack. The distance between him and Jack was nothing more than a meter.

The flow There was a flow. The first second Leo and Lily moved for everyone, they disappeared. Their eyes could not perceive them; there was nothing to perceive when light itself didn't reflect on them. Holding the sword with one hand and the rapier with the other, the king blocked the attacks of the two.

A spell came towards the king; the spell was fast, and he would be hit. The time for him to get hit by the spell was less than a single second, even shorter as the distance between the two is close to zero already.

The avatar disappeared before the spell hit the king. The king reappeared beside Serlo, his hand moving to cut his head off from his body. The closest to Serlo was Oryn, but lacking the time to react, he wouldn't be able to stop the king's attack.

>Killing the mage should be accomplished with this< The king felt how his hand penetrated flesh, but the flesh he hit was not the one he expected. The flesh at Serlo's neck had grown to an extreme degree and was such a mass enhanced by the essence of life that it could block the attack of the king.

The time it would take for one to chant a spell to cause this much flesh would at least take some seconds, which he should still have been faster for either the chant was faster than he expected, or the time of chanting took no time at all.

>Ah...I got too much into questioning again< It was still weird to be here as a living contradiction; the avatar was bound by concepts that the real him would not be bound by. However, the real him, who is also there in the very avatar itself, was not following the laws of time, as for him, he sees time as it is because he does not exist in time anymore.

He could see the flow of time in everything; it was linear and clean. He could move much faster, but he didn't know if the gods were to interfere or not. If this is a show and he did something to anger the gods in this very moment, something they would dislike, it would make his end closer than ever as they may remove him, so the fight is not boring.

The king turned his head. It came from Jack, but he couldn't perceive his eyes. The eyes of Jack seemed to be covered by black lines all around them, similar to how one would scribble hard on a drawing.