The sewers are more interesting than what they put out to be. Besides the grimy, slimy, and overall nasty greenish-brown walls. There laid a nice amount of walking space through each tunnel. Every so often throughout the tunnel were thick boards of wood that laid foundation to cross to the other side. Despite this they continued down the straight path they were going.
"How much longer, we've been walking this straight path for a while now...." Zion wondered.
"Not much longer." Victor answered. "Infact might as well say we are here."
Before them a faint light glowed. An opening was ahead to what appeared to be a large room. It didn't take long before they entered the room. Zion looked around as they entered, the room was large, with a dome shaped ceiling. On some ledges on the walls, and scattered around the room where an array of thuggish people. All with the same insignia on their bodies in various places. Most of them minded their business while others just glared at Zion. At the far end of the room was a broken throne like seat, a man sat there with a bottle of beer at hand. Behind him was a large, slowly melting block of ice with two mysterious figures trapped inside. Zion recognized the block of ice immediately and smirked just a bit.
"Ah!" A voice boomed from the throne. "Our guest of honor has arrived!"
From the throne stood Daēvan, taking momentary sips of his beer as he walked to meet Zion in the middle of the room. He smiled as he met Zion at the middle of the room.
"If you hadn't heard already, my name is Daēvan, leader of our great group."
Zion only stared at him giving him a strange look.
"Not much of a talker it seems..." Daēvans smile faded a bit. "Well, anyways, I'm sure you know why you are here." He began to pace slowly. "You see, we are a group that likes to instill order into this town." He began his speech. "This town has become quite the fine, and safe place to live. The only thing we ask for is for people to obey our rules." He'd smirk at this part. "What I called you here for is to join our crew. Just think of the benefit you could have; all out access to these tunnels, a good amount of money, great food, and let's not forget women." He'd hold his hands up and out. "Am I right guys!" All the guys in the room boomed, yelled and shouted. "Yea, thats what I want to here!" Daēvan yelled back. He clapped his hands and everything fell silent again.
"So, what do you say." Daēvan held out his hand to Zion. "Join the Rift Gang, you could even be an executive."
Zion stared at his hand for only a moment before brushing his hand off to the side, turning around and walking back the way he came. "I'm sorry, but I'm not into being in such large groups. Not to mention no good gangs such as yourselves."
Every member in the room got up, an ominous atmosphere presented itself in the room.
"You shouldn't have done that." Tamer chuckled as Zion passed him. Zion kept walking despite this, he soon passed Victor who somehow was very close to the exit.
"If I were you, I'd run now...." Victor said in a dreadfully ominous voice. Growls erupted from all around the room. Zion continued walking not caring about the things going on behind him.
A group of the members moved to block Zion path. They, taking on different beastly forms. A roar erupted behind him.
"You do not deny me what I want!" Daēvan boomed angrily. "All of you, destroy that man from the inside out, bring me his head!" The thugs in front of Zion lunge to grab him. Zion swiped his hand in front of him, large spikes of rock and concrete rose quickly between them.
"It's never a quiet get away.....", Zion would say through a sigh. More of them would rush towards Zion at full speed. Fangs, claws, swords, and guns all aimed at him. Seeing as his quickest exit is blocked off he'd rush another way. Multiple shapeshifting thugs would try and attack him. He'd kick one into two others, jump up and slam another into the ground. He'd continue his path to the tunnel net to the first one. Two creatures with large blades take turns trying to hit Zion with different combos. Zions would equip his arms with calcite crystal while dodging the first few attacks. Weaving under a joined swipe then catching another attack of both at the same time with his hands. They'd hold that position, more shapeshift thugs would try to jump in as well. The air around Zion grew incredibly cold to the point where wisps of steam emit from him. Thick frost covered the blades, Zion let go of the blades then did a swift chop to both. The blades snap in half and fall to the floor with a brittle clang.
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The Legends of Dawn ~ Book 1. Chained Ice
FantasyZion is a man who left his peaceful life behind a long time ago. Trapped in the shame of what he caused years ago he travels the world as a loner, until he stumbles upon a town deep in the forest whose mystery is yet to be left untold. This is where...