Awakening Chronicles

Chapter 6

The overwhelmingly bright light slowly started to fade and was replaced by the familiar sight of the metal pod I clambered into what felt like ages ago. With a hiss, the pod slowly opened, and I emerged and dropped to the floor, the strength not entirely returning to my legs. "Welcome back, Marcus, or should I say Kairors now." Malek stood up from his chair and walked over to me, extending his hand to help me up. I was almost blinded again by a radiating golden light that seemed to radiate from his pores.

"Thanks, It's a pleasure to be back," I replied through the grunts as I managed to force my body to stand up. He guided me to an egg-shaped chair and then quietly took a seat across from me.

"So now that you are back, we need to have a small discussion of some things that you did." I gulped and clenched my fist, preparing for whatever was about to come. "Me being the nearest Rank 4A Administrator and the highest-ranked Angel nearby affords me some perks. One of which being notified when an extinct race is reborn and or a new race has come into existence." I let out a nervous chuckle and shifted in my seat. As he spoke, "And do you know which I was notified about?"

"Both," I replied and sunk into the chair like a child who was being scolded by an adult. He glared at me disapprovingly as he ran his fingers through his black slicked-back hair.

"Correct. You have not only created a race, but you also recreated a race that was annihilated by my own." I shrunk back in my chair, unsure about his true feelings as his voice was calm and steady with each word he spoke. "However.." he let the words hang in the air, and I felt my heart grow even heavier with dread. "I can't be too angry with you over this. You wouldn't know the story." He leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh while rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"What makes the Nephilim such a hated race?" Malek opened his eyes and sat forward. "The lost ones aren't hated for any other reason than their innate power. My race fears change, the demons fear that which they can not control." He let out a sigh and brought up his screen and started typing. "But don't get me wrong. I much prefer you have access to all three of these races. Maybe finally, my brethren can see reason with this." I saw a notification flash in the corner of my eye.

Malek is inviting you to join the Breath of Creation Guild

"I'd highly recommend joining. We are a very well renown guild, and many would think twice about attacking you if you have our name attached to yours." I accepted the invite and a new message appeared.

Breath of Creation

Large guild

56/100

Leader: Malek

Co-leader: Thalmius

I dismissed the screen, and Malek continued to speak, "However, please don't reveal the Nephilim yet until you are strong enough to fend off attacks." I quickly nodded my head. "No one else knows yet, and we need to keep it that way. It's okay to spawn the races, but ender the event of an attack, make sure they stay hidden.". Malek lectured me as I sat there before he finally stopped and looked at me. " Now, let me look at you. Ah, so this is one of the races you made." He gestured for me to stand and started to look me over. "Ahh, this is a beautiful race." His voice shifted from the disappointed tone to a more reflective one as he looked over my body. "Did you know when you speak your mouth doesn't open?" I let out a surprised gasp and placed my fingers where my lips would usually be.

"What do you mean?" I asked and didn't feel my mouth move. "Wait, why isn't my lips moving?" I started to panic as I realized that I had no nose either. Malek only chuckled as he took a seat.