MASTERS OF DESTINY | Followers Written Novel

1. ZHEMIN POV - The Enigma of Wenxia

"If fate decreed this day my last,
I'd chase her down, my heart steadfast."

cit. Zhemin

[FADE IN]

SOLAR REALM

- IMPERIAL PALACE -

INT. ABANDONED ENTRANCE GATE

EVENING

A vast and fiery landscape lies within the solar realm. The air crackles with energy, and the ground trembles with the Sun's pulsating heartbeat. Amidst this inferno that many creatures call home, ZHEMIN, the current Solar Guardian, stands tall, his armor blazes with a mighty glow.

ZHEMIN, a formidable warrior with a chiseled physique and piercing dark petrol-colored eyes, gives his back to his lover, WENXIA, the former Lunar Guardian.

WENXIA, a beauty with eyes warmer than sun rays, wields a moon dagger that shimmers with a dark chilling aura. Its luminescence is as cold and menacing as the void itself. Her stance is a predator's, coiled, and poised to strike.

"Wen-", a single word escapes ZHEMIN's lips, tinged with disbelief at WENXIA's attempt to stab him behind his back. He barely manages to evade her murderous blow.

"Have you gone mad?!!", he roars, the very air crackling with the fury of his question. She remains a whirlwind of steel and moonlight with her strikes imbued with the power of the celestial body she once swore to protect.

She persists in the fight.

The two guardians circle each other, seemingly dancing a deadly ballet. Their movements are fluid and precise. Each strike is imbued with the power of their respective celestial bodies, each parry a shower of sparks, and each riposte a tremor in the fiery ground. The air hums with the tension of a universe holding its breath. Anticipation arises as the battle intensifies.

Suddenly, she unleashes a tempestuous flurry of attacks, a storm of moonlight against the solar inferno. Her blade cuts through the air. ZHEMIN, a bulwark against the onslaught, deflects each blow of which only were self-inflicted to WENXIA herself.

His movements, a symphony of energy and flame, form a solid shield of sparks. The heliosphere around the two has risen. Yet, in this desperate struggle for peace, ZHEMIN, being protected by his own formation, seeks a different melody. He takes the opportunity to end the ongoing conflict.

"Wenxia!" he cries, his voice a beacon in the chaos, "Violence isn't the answer. Drop your dagger!", he pleas, but his words fall upon deaf ears. Hard to persuade as always..

A chilling smirk arises in WENXIA's face as she continues to fight.

"Wen-" he gets interrupted. Ready to take away the weapon from her hand, amidst the chaos, her moon dagger piercies ZHEMIN's neck.

"-xia." A gasp escapes his lips that his celestial body invoulntarly lets out. She strikes true, her blade pierces his entire back. A cruel counterpoint to his desperate pleas.

The pain he perceives is a once in a lifetime experience. An intense tightening in the chest occurs, and his eyes widen in total disbelief. Air-hungered, he falls on his knee. He tries to get up, but the attempt fails, and he crumples, collapsing down to the ground and his heliosphere shield brakes in the air. She just destroyed my most powerful shielding formation!

WENXIA stands above him, her expression unreadable. An enigma.

"You should have been more careful." she whispers. Her voice devoid of warmth, a wasteland that echoes with apathy.