Years ago as the moabians resided in their realm Eather, some were tending to the injured while some stared at the graves made for their fallen comrades in the war against the orcs. During that time, within the bounds of the moabian courtroom, the moabians there argued on the events of the war that took place.
"Impossible! Ashuk would never betray us!"
"Well he did! He left us to die!"
"I saw him denounce us and strike Zirus down!"
"Nonsense!"
"I saw it, too." Bills said which made the other moabians turn their gaze to him, "He said this race disgusts him... He has forsaken us."
"But it is not like him." A moabian tigress replied, "Something must have happened for him to behave like that. I know-"
The tigress stopped as she heard the court doors opening. The tigress and the other moabians turned and saw the person to be Zirus who at the moment was emitting a disturbing aura while facing the ground; Zirus stared at the ground for some, filling the area with silence until he raised his head a threatening glare while his eyes glowed.
Currently, Ashuk stared at Mikrea menacingly but Mikrea casually smirked at him.
"Well, that was unexpected. I guess it will take more than that to take you." Mikrea said.
"If you value your life and the lives of those you brought with you, you will leave." Ashuk said.
"I don't think i will." Mikrea replied, "And besides, you breaking out of my first hold has piqued my curiosity on your level of power.
I have heard and watched your display of power but now i am interested in experiencing them first hand."
"I gave you a chance." Ashuk said as he appeared behind Mikrea.
Caught off guard, Mikrea's irises glowed but before she could move a muscle, Ashuk drove his fist down and created a great wave, filling the area with dust clouds. Shortly after the dust clouds had gone, Ashuk stared down at the craters he had created.
"My, my, my." A feminine voice sounded.
Ashuk turned to the direction of the voice and found Mikrea sitting afar on a black chair.
"That was quite impressive." Mikrea said, "Such speed and power. Someone of your caliber is indeed worthy of joining us."
Ashuk sprinted towards Mikrea and hurled his fist at her which created a rift on the ground but Mikrea appeared behind him.
"Hmmm." Mikrea said with a smile.
Ashuk slammmed his palm on the ground and the surface Mikrea stood on glowed yellow. Several yellow beams sprang out of the ground but Mikrea materialized in the air.
Ashuk showed up at her back and attacked with a double hammer fist that sent a wind pressure to the earth and created another dust cloud. As the dust clouds had cleared, Ashuk descended to the ground and caught sight of Mikrea casually sitting on her black chair again while smiling.
"Not bad at all. But can't you do better?" Mikrea asked, "I know you are stronger than this. I know you are still holding back."
"Could it be because of them?" Mikrea asked as she was referring to the moabians that were watching, "Of course, it is because of them. The destruction of Ekhabor and the injured moabians are still on your mind so you are being careful with how far you have to go and the amount of power needed.
It seems your fight with Zirus has left a plague on your mind..."
"But i am no Zirus." Mikrea said as her irises glowed, "So here is what we are going to do."
Mikrea snapped her fingers and Zirus along with Ghùme and the other moabians found themselves trapped in a black barrier which left them shocked.
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Omega Wars Chronicles
AcakThe story talks about a young boy known as Cloud who aspired to become the greatest pilgrim warrior in Agaroth (the first warrior realm of mankind) despite his flaws, however there is more that meets the eyes as Agaroth is on the brink of extinction...
