Born Of Void And Spirit

Arc 0.6

Regulon's Light

The Mayor of Silverstone Town could only look on in horror as his home was slowly turning to ruin right before his very eyes.
His strongest Guardian Forces was reduced to battered helplessness as bitter blue eyed terrors took over.
Those who was wise enough (or cowardly enough) to not fight back was captured and brought into a magical-created hexagonal Chamber at the outskirts of the Town.

'Where is Soul and his friends?'
he thought,looking out his window in the safety of his office.
'These Rogues are tearing my Town apart!If this keeps up,my career will be in shambles!'

Some of the hoard approached the Barrier that protects the City Hall the Mayor works in and attempted to destroy it with their magical capabilities.But they were unable to penetrate it's defenses,as the caster's sorcery far surpassed what most of them could offer.
It wasn't until a heavily plated, Centipede-like Familiar bulldoze through it's comrades that things took a turn for the worst.

The blank screen of the Photo-Vision monitor that was attached to a wall a few dozen feet away from the Mayor flared to life as the moving image of a muscular man with a bitterblue eye on one side of his jagged face and a brutal scarred mass of flesh on the other.
The man sat in a ornate chair,his lean body clad in thick,sapphire-hued armor that bears an emblem of an Angelic entity that resembled an orb with dove-esque wings closing around it.

"Is it sinking in yet,Mr. Mayor?"
the man questioned,his tone firm yet polite.
"We have won.Release your Barrier and surrender yourself to Regulon.
We will forgive your insolence and cease our onslaught if you relent now."

The Mayor glared at the man on the monitor but it was obvious that the pressure of the situation was closing in on him.
With a sweating brow, the elected offical he responded with,
"Not a chance,you scarred scoundrel!
The Soul Squad shall vanquish you and your deplorable Rogue abominations!"

"The only thing 'abominable' I can detect,"
growled the man,all pleasantries dropping like a fallen tree,
"is your cowardice,Mr. Mayor.The Hollow Seraph and his allies are sacrificing their lives to keep filth like you alive and content,and you repay their gratitude by hiding away in the relative safety of this office while your people suffer at the hands of my Familiars."

The Mayor's emotions became a mixed bag composed of immense fear and gloating satisfaction.

"You have no authority to impose your moral judgments on me,"
the Mayor countered,wrapping his fingers around each other and placing them on the clean,stone table.
"You and this 'Regulon' is just another band of marauding conquerors like the Dragone Nations or the Bastionites-except with more religious fanaticism."

"We are on the side of Holiness!"
the man snapped harshly,the intensity of his rage terrifying the emboldened Mayor to silence.
"Those heathens only desire to expand their own power.We desire to unite all Realms and bring a new Era of peace and prosperity!You have tested my patience for the last time,Mayor Monogold!Had you shown courage to at least attempt to protect your people,you could have been spared.But your cowardice could not be permitted.Enjoy your last seconds on the Mortal Plane,Mr. Mayor."

As the Photo-vison monitor shuts itself off, the Centipede Familiar's luminous body began to rear its hideous head as a great mass of blue light began to materialise from it's mouth.

The Mayor's stomach sank as the full weight of the predicament he was in.
The Beast was about to shatter his barrier,and the horde will come and consume him.And since the Soul Squad was no where in sight,it must mean that Regulon's victory was assured.He covered his hands over his bearded face as he sank in his chair and awaited the inevitable.Just as he was accepting his demise,a terrible screeched erupted from the mouth of the Centipede Familiar as a dark brown fist came across it's face,causing the light to flare harmlessly toward the sky.
Brilliant white cornrows glistened on the head of the Familiar's attacker- dark brown boy with a lean, toned physique and casual,loose clothing.
The horde wasted no time to lunge at the youngster in an attempt to subdue the newcomer but they proved to be unable to harm him.Their blades,swords,lances,and Magic bounced off the boy's peculiar,tough skin like they were nonexistent.
The Centipede Familiar gathered it's bearings and watched as its new foe as he brutalised its allies.