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Rox turned the knob and yanked the door open. Standing in front of her were two wolf warriors. One nervously rotated a water bottle in his paw, while the other fidgeted with their sleeve cuffs.
“What do you two want?” she asked unwelcomely. Past their beefy forms, she spotted Nokt, lifting his straw hat and wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. He held a half-empty water bottle, no doubt depleted due to his rigorous sparring.
She smiled upon seeing her brother’s return.
A smile flickered on Nokt’s face before quickly turning into a scowl, followed by a glare that was directed at his unwanted escorts.
Rox suspected— no, she knew for certain that the wolves were here under Ras’s orders.
As if having that control device attached to him wasn’t bad enough, Nokt was now being treated as a prisoner in his own home. To top it all off, the once loyal wolves were no longer his servants but instead his jailers.
Nokt leaned forward, his hands now clenching into fists. The wolves flinched and took a step back.
A smirk crept onto Rox’s lips; a mixture of amusement and approval danced in her eyes as she watched her brother's display of intimidation. It echoed the countless instances where the Five once asserted their dominance and power over all the lesser beings of their realm.
She could still hear the innocent villagers screaming in terror and see the defiant stares of the tribe leaders quickly dissolving into subservience as they pledged their fealty to the Five.
Then there were the elemental masters, the supposed protectors of their homelands, rendered powerless and reduced to nothing. Oh, how she savored their defeat before forcing them to watch as the cities and villages that they had sworn to protect burned before their very eyes.
But even their suffering was never enough for her. She twisted the knife by mocking the fallen masters for their failures to protect their tribes, their people, and their families. Just to rub salt into the wound and further humiliate them, she would make them bow before her and kiss her feet.
Ah, those were the days, she thought.
Rox eyed the water bottle still clutched in the guard’s hand and unconsciously licked her chapped lips.
Something shifted within her, a primal urge for survival that she hadn’t experienced in ages, now awakened in her. She was so used to the absence of water, of never needing to drink anything. She had forgotten its cool, refreshing taste and the feeling of it quenching her thirst. Her throat felt like it was burning, and her mouth was bone dry. She needed the water now to alleviate her dehydrated body.
Lurching forward, she snatched the bottle out of the wolf’s trembling hand.
“Get out of our sight,” Nokt growled.
The wolves quickly bowed, their movements almost comical in their frantic haste, before scurrying down the hallway.
“Traitors,” Nokt grumbled, his eyes following their purple forms until they dissolved into the dimness of the corridor. He then entered his room and shut the door behind him.
“Ras’s treachery has run deep within our forces. We cannot trust any of them,” he huffed, tossing his bottle to the bed with more force than necessary.
“All the more reason to be careful. But I wouldn’t worry about it,” Rox replied nonchalantly, giving him an insouciant shrug. The loss of their clan was about as concerning to her as misplacing a teacup. It was nothing to worry about in the least bit. After all, she and the Five never trusted their allies, servants, and armies. Every time, when their forces became redundant, they always betrayed them. They simply could not trust anyone outside of their siblinghood.
“We may have lost our army, but we can just as easily gain a new one. And we will,” she assured with a smile.
“Yes, soon. Very soon,” Nokt agreed vigorously, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation.
Rox looked down at the bottle in her hand and attempted to remove the cap by pulling it off, but it wouldn’t budge, denying her the water she needed. She tried tugging on it again, harder this time, but it remained stubbornly sealed. With a frustrated grunt, she banged the container against the wall. Still, the cap remained on.
It was as if the bottle didn’t even want to be drunk out of. If simple kitchenware was this problematic, Rox was afraid to find out what other changes occurred over the centuries.
“Need help?” Nokt offered with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I can’t get this blasted thing off,” she huffed, handing the bottle to him with a sigh. She watched as he effortlessly unscrewed the cap for her.
“I had the same problem earlier,” he said, giving her a wry smile, before handing it back to her.
She brought the bottle to her cracked lips and drank, savoring the cold water. A welcome mixture of relief and vitality filled her body, chasing away the lingering fatigue and quenching the burning thirst that had gnawed at her.
Nokt took another sip from his bottle, savoring the water and making it last. Meanwhile, Rox greedily downed the rest of her water until it was empty.
“Someone’s thirsty,” Nokt said with a chuckle.
“And hungry. No, that’s an understatement. I am dreadfully starving!” Rox groaned, followed by a rumbling sound that emanated from her stomach.
“Well, a millennium without food will do that to you,” he said dryly.
“Way to state the obvious,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“If you could eat anything, what would it be?” Nokt asked.
“Bison. Oh, I can almost taste it,” Rox said, her eyes glazing over as she conjured the image of a roasted bison haunch. The gamy flavor and the hint of sweetness returned to her mind, and it was enough to make her mouth water.
“I would kill for a wild boar,” Nokt said, his voice filled with a similar longing. He could still remember the rich, nutty flavor and the unique, juicy succulence of the meat.
“Me too,” Rox agreed, her gaze drifting off into the distance. The two were now lost in the cascading memories of the thrilling hunts for their prey and the satisfying killing blows they dealt, before savoring every bite of their well-earned dinner.
“The female boars always tasted the best,” Nokt murmured dreamily.
“All this talk of food is making me hungry. Why don’t we head down to the pantry so we can… no, we can’t. All our food must surely be expired by now. Either that, or the wolves ate everything down there.”
“Well, we won’t be hungry for much longer. I heard Ras ordering them to hunt for animals in the forests. They’ll be back with something soon,” Nokt said.
“Good, because I am working up a mean appetite,” Rox said, her hand tightening on her abdomen.
“Now, onto more pressing matters. Have y—” Nokt paused, his brows furrowed and his nostrils flared, as he now caught the faint scent of blood in the air.
His hands gripped Rox’s shoulders tightly.
“Did something happen while I was away?” he asked in a low, urgent voice.
A grimace pulled at the corners of Rox's mouth. “Yes,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice tight with suppressed anger. With a snap, she crushed the empty bottle in her hand before dropping it. “I was punishing my host, who so foolishly took control of her body and used it to try and find Ras.”
Nokt’s eyes went wide. “Rox! I thought you—”
Rox raised a hand, silencing him. “Fret not, brother! I’ve already taken care of it. For now, we won’t have to worry about her,” she assured him.
But the doubt in Nokt’s expression didn’t fade. If anything, it only grew by the second. Clearly, and rightly so, he was still unconvinced by her words.
How Rox lost control over her body was beyond him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. In fact, as far as he could recall, this had never happened before until now. He now had a sinking feeling that her host may be a potential liability to their plan. Still, he kept faith in his sister that she would keep a tight hold over her current body.
Nokt gave her a reproachful look and poked her sharply in the chest. “You need to be more careful! We cannot let her reveal our plan,” he scolded.
Rox shook her head and waved a hand dismissively. “And she won’t. She’s just a weak child. Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she said in a confident tone, bordering on arrogance.
Nokt scowled at his sister, seeing that she was treating this matter frivolously. “That ‘child’ broke free of your control!” he exclaimed with exasperation.
“Should she ever emerge, I’m quite confident that you’ll know I’m not actually present in this body,” Rox said.
“And if I don’t?” Nokt asked cautiously. Their entire plan hinged on Rox maintaining control over her body and keeping her host at bay. He could not do this alone.
“Then, ask me something that only I would know,” Rox calmly advised. “Ask me where I’ve been. Make me talk, and you’ll know whether it’s me or not.” She had no doubt that Nokt could differentiate herself from Jordana, especially through the cold, curt tone that she spoke with.
“Very well. Now, tell me, how fares your search?” Nokt asked in a lighter tone, now focused on their primary goal.
“It’s already at an end, and I have good news! I’ve found another way!” Rox exulted, beaming up.
Nokt smiled proudly and patted her on the back. He knew without a doubt that his sister would find a method to reach the void. “Excellent! So, where do we begin?”
“I thought you’d never ask. The answer lies in the Cloud Kingdom,” she answered.
“Very good. Now come, we leave at once!” he exclaimed, his impatience now surging forth. He was already making his way to the door, eager to begin their journey to the realm.
But Rox stepped in front of him and raised her hands, halting him in his tracks.
“Don’t you know by now that rushing only leads to failure? We don’t even know how to get there,” she chided, smiling in amusement at her brother’s impetuousness.
“What on earth are you talking about? Of course we do. Just use your crystal ball and guide us there,” Nokt countered, crossing his arms.
Rox put a hand up on her forehead and sighed in exasperation. “Oh, brother. Surely you know that we can’t just walk there, right?”
“Perhaps your body is unfit to do so, but I can. What’s the matter? Do you need me to carry you all the way over there?” He teased with a simper.
She pouted before giving him a scowl. “No, I am fully capable of walking with this body, thank you very much!”
Nokt raised a brow, his expression filled with playful skepticism. “Are you sure?” he prodded.
Rox rolled her eyes and let out a light chuckle. “Oh, stop it! But I really meant it. Traveling there on foot is not an option,” she reiterated, her voice now dropping to a serious tone.
“Whyever not? How else do you expect us to get there?” Nokt asked.
Rox let out a strained laugh. “Because Cloud Kingdom is in the sky, you dunce! Hence, the name. Or is your memory that dull?”
Nokt blinked a couple of times before her words sank in. “Oh. That certainly presents a problem. Forgive me, but it’s been years since I’ve studied the realms of creation. I must have forgotten that one.”
“Think nothing of it. But we must come up with a way to get there, and fast. If only Drix were here to help us,” Rox groaned. “He’d fly there in a heartbeat.”
Upon hearing her words, Nokt’s head shot up. “Brilliant idea, sister. We’ll fly there!” he proposed.
Rox raised a brow at him. “And just how exactly are we going to do that?” she asked skeptically.
“We’ll search until we find some dragons, and with our magic, they’ll have no choice but to do our bidding. Then, we will use them to fly to the Cloud Kingdom,” Nokt suggested.
Rox shook her head in disapproval of her brother’s idea. “I’m afraid that won’t work. We would be gone for too long, and Ras would eventually suspect something. We need a faster method to get there. Plus, the dragons would attract too much attention and alert the cloud monks.”
“Good point. What if you used your magic to fly all the way over there?”
Rox retrieved her crystal ball and peered into it with the intent of locating the realm. After a moment of concentration, she huffed in frustration. “I could, but it’s too far away. It would take days to reach.”
“Well, you better be coming up with some ideas because I’m running out of them,” Nokt said, his patience wearing thin.
“Hmm. Let me think,” Rox muttered, pursing her lips and putting a hand to her chin. “How… just how in the blazes would we— aha!” she suddenly exclaimed.
“You have something?” Nokt asked.
She gave him a broad smile. “Trust me, this is going to be a cakewalk,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence.
“Well, let’s hear it,” he said eagerly, leaning forward.
“Because all the realms are now merged, it’s much easier to access them. So, all I need to do is create a portal to Cloud Kingdom. I just need to gather all the components first.”
“Will it work?”
Rox gave him a short, patronizing laugh. “Does a sorceress use magic? Why, of course it’ll work.”
Despite being trapped for thousands of years, the Five refused to let their strength and skills deteriorate. They could not afford to be weak and out of practice. Nokt preserved his physical strength and combat prowess. Meanwhile, Rox sharpened her skills and maintained her mastery in magic. She had no doubt whatsoever in her abilities.
“So, where do we find them?” Nokt asked.
“My best guess is that they’re in my quarters,” Rox answered. “That, or my pocket dimension.”
That settled it. The two siblings rushed down the passage, past Zarkt’s quarters, before stopping at the next room.
Rox entered first, her eyes scanning her room before landing on the old, tall shelf that housed her magical trove. With an elegant gesture of her hands, she slowly rose from the stone floor and floated upwards. She moved through the air until she reached the peak of the highest shelf. Then, she began to meticulously search through the ornate containers and examine the dusty labels to find the thing she needed.
“So, how did your sparring session go with Cinder?” Rox started, just to fill the silence as she rummaged through her collection of potions.
“How do you think it went?” Nokt replied with a self-satisfied smile, thinking back to the ‘spar’ he had with Cinder. Everyone in the clan was an enemy, and no one except his sister was an ally. So naturally, he perceived his training session as a fight to the death and didn’t hold back against his opponent. That was, until Ras put him in his place with a controlled shock.
A knowing chuckle escaped Rox’s lips. “I take it you handed him his backside, then?” Whether it be a friendly spar, a real fight, or a raging battle, she found it difficult, almost impossible to picture her brother being bested by anyone.
Well, apart from me, she thought, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She could take him on any day, even with this unfavorable body.
“That, along with some bruises,” Nokt added. “He’s young and competitive, but quite unskilled, compared to us.”
“Sounds just like my host. Well, I’m sure when we enter the tournament, we’ll face even greater foes there,” Rox declared, her voice brimming with excitement.
Nokt raised a brow at her. “We?”
“Yes, we! Together, we’re going to crush all the elemental masters!” Rox exclaimed.
Nokt gave her a frown. “I’m afraid you’ll be sitting out on this one, sister. Only elemental masters can compete there. Plus, look at the body you’re in.”
For a moment, Rox nearly forgot she was inhabiting this vessel. Catching her slip-up, she let out a titter. “Oh, right. Well, I suppose participating in the tournament would make me rather conspicuous.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed her features. As much as she wanted to fight in the tournament and sate her bloodlust, she knew she couldn’t risk attracting any unwanted attention. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and she had to remain this way until their mission was complete.
She examined a container filled with red, glowing liquid. Popping the lid off, her eyes lit up in recognition as the scent of dragon blood hit her nostrils.
“Be very careful with this,” Rox said with heavy emphasis. She slowly led the container down to Nokt. Then, she descended to the second shelf and began searching through the scrolls for the necessary incantation.
There were scrolls that contained the very first spells she had learned in the forbidden arts, ones that she remembered all too well. There were some that could be used to transmogrify matter or living beings into whatever the user wished. There were even ones that could allow users to harness the very elements of nature and create weapons from nothing.
“Found it,” Rox announced, holding a Theroxian scroll. She then landed on her feet with a soft thud.
Nokt handed the container to her. She silently read the incantation three times to herself, and once she memorized it, she rolled up the scroll and returned it back to the shelf.
“Something just occurred to me,” Nokt said.
“What?” Rox asked.
“Once we find the answer we seek, we won’t have to return to this place. There’s nothing keeping us here, so we might as well leave when we’re done,” Nokt said.
Rox nodded readily. The sooner they left the Shadow Dojo, the better for them. Plus, she couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her brother being tormented again by Ras. “That’s true,” she agreed. “We’ll be long gone by the time Ras discovers we’re no longer here.”
She rubbed her stomach, and a small frown creased her brows. Even in the midst of their mission, she couldn’t help but be distracted by the persistent pangs of hunger. “Still, I would have liked something to eat.”
“We’ve been trapped for millennia. I think we can wait a little longer,” Nokt said.
“My stomach begs to differ,” Rox muttered, earning a slight eye roll from her brother. “Oh, before I forget…”
She went to the door and cast a locking spell, ensuring their privacy. She couldn’t risk anyone disturbing them at this crucial stage. Secrecy was paramount.
She then made her way back to the center of the room and uncorked the container. With deliberate care, she slowly poured the blood onto the wooden ground, forming a perfectly shaped crimson circle in front of her.
She then took out the magical orb and gazed deeply into its swirling depths, setting her intent and visualizing the Cloud Kingdom’s archives. A moment later, her desired location appeared in the crystal. After observing the archive, she found it to be uninhabited. Now was the perfect time to initiate their infiltration.
“There’s no sign of anyone. We won’t be met with any resistance,” she said.
“Good. We already have enough on our hands,” Nokt said.
Rox drew in a deep breath and summoned her Theroxian magic. She extended her hand, palm down, just above the crimson circle and channeled her magic into it. Then, she began to recite the incantation, the ancient words rolling off her tongue with ease and poise.
Scarlet runes began to materialize within the circle of blood. At first, they were faint, but with each syllable, their glow slowly intensified. With her other hand, she placed it upon the crystal ball, channeling her magic into it. The orb now glowed with a dark shade of red. As more energy was poured into the spell, the runes blazed with light, and the air began to crackle with building energy.
Then, a single red spark ignited in the air just above the circle. The blood began to steam and boil unnaturally, sending wisps of smoke up in the air. She glanced into the crystal and saw the same red spark form in the archives.
She concentrated more of her intent into the spell, and the circle of blood glowed with dark energy. Right after she uttered the final syllable, a blinding flash of light filled the room, and she instinctively shielded her eyes. When her vision cleared, the blood-stained circle was gone, replaced by a swirling, crimson vortex.
The two siblings entered the portal and set foot in the archives. They surveyed their newfound surroundings of the towering shelves, stacked high with countless ancient scrolls.
“Writers of destiny? More like hoarders of destiny,” Rox uttered with disdain, her voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber. "Look at all this knowledge. You think they’d share it freely with the other realms, but instead, they just keep it locked away for themselves. Such selfish vermin.”
“Are we going to have to search through all of this?” Nokt asked, his gaze sweeping across the seemingly endless rows of shelves.
“No, we just need to find—”
Rox’s words died in her throat. Something, a flicker of movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Then, to her left, more movement. A few scrolls dislodged from their resting place and dropped to the floor.
Then, blurs of blue began to fly in the air, darting from shelf to shelf. Multiple worms, each about the size of small snakes, dropped from the ceiling and gathered in amass in front of the two siblings. The scroll worms, disturbed by their intrusion, bared their mandibles and clicked them.
“Intruders!” The worms chanted.
Nokt stomped his foot, readying his Shatterspin. “And here I thought this would go smoothly,” he grumbled.
Rox, however, took a step forward and brought out her crystal ball. “Save your energy. I’ll take care of this.”
The worms reared back defensively, their mandibles clicking faster, and their blue bodies tensed like coiled springs. They opened their mouths, revealing their rows of sharp teeth, ready to spew their streams of thick webbing.
But Rox wouldn’t allow it. Her eyes glowed a deep crimson, and with a flick of her wrist, she unleashed the static spell on the worms, rendering them immobile. Their mouths remained ajar, and their webbings floated in the air.
“I’ll stand guard, just in case,” Nokt said, moving towards the staircase leading to the higher levels of the archives.
Rox nodded, then turned back to the paralyzed group of worms. Another spell flowed from her fingertips, and the red tendrils of magic seeped into the worms’ minds. They shuddered and groaned, their bodies contorting slightly as the magic burrowed into their minds, compelling them to obey her without question.
Then, she released her hold over the worms, allowing them to move freely once more.
“Input search request,” a worm said in a flat, mechanical monotone.
“How do we create a gateway to the Netherspace?” Rox asked.
The worms leaped and slithered back to the shelves, working in unison to find the information Rox sought with surprising speed and efficiency. Once the process was complete, one of the worms crawled back to her.
“Information obtained. To create a gateway to Netherspace, you will need to perform a blood moon ritual—”
A frustrated sigh escaped her. “That’s not an option anymore. We don’t plan on waiting for another millennium. How else can we access Netherspace?”
“You will need to accumulate an abundance of elemental powers and dragon ivory,” the worm answered.
“If I’m not mistaken, the crowns of the Arc dragons are made of ivory. How many do we need to open the gateway?”
“Three.”
The two siblings were now one step closer to freeing the rest of the Five. All they needed to do now was slay three Arc dragons. As for gaining a multitude of elemental powers, it seemed that fate had conveniently presented them with the perfect opportunity to do so.
“Thank you for your service,” Rox said with a satisfied smile. A ripple of red energy washed over the worms, causing them to glow for a moment, then their bodies went limp, collapsing to the floor in a deep, dreamless sleep. The memories of the encounter with the siblings were wiped completely clean from their minds.
“We have what we came for. Time to go,” Rox said beckoning her brother to follow her. She turned and stepped back into the portal, with Nokt following close behind.
Once the two returned to the Shadow Dojo, she closed the gateway.
“We’re so close!” Rox exclaimed with a smile.
“Indeed, we are,” Nokt nodded with a toothy grin. His eyes, normally cold, were now filled with a rare warmth that she hadn’t seen in ages.
Then, a shadow passed over Rox’s face. Her smile vanished as swiftly as it had appeared. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to tolerate being with Ras for a little while longer.”
Nokt shrugged at her. “A small price to pay. But in the end, it will all be worth it,” he murmured.
She couldn’t help but glance at the contraption on the back of his head, a constant reminder of his forced servitude and hindrance.
Nokt could see the concern in her eyes and the way her jaw tightened with contained anger.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“We need to get this thing off you. Hold still,” Rox said.
With as much hand strength as this borrowed body could provide, she latched onto the device, her knuckles whitening as she strained. She tried everything from pulling and twisting to even a few spells, but it didn’t even budge an inch.
Her shoulders slumped and she let out a pent-up breath of frustration. If only there was a way to remove it.
“It’s alright. For now, I’ll just have to—”
“No, it’s not alright!” Rox shouted, her fists now trembling. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”
“That, among many other things, yet here we are,” Nokt said calmly.
“You shouldn’t be restrained by a lesser being. A tiger of all people, that isn’t even half the warrior you are! What if this device causes you to lose in the tournament?” Rox asked with a hint of worry.
Failure was not an option. To lose in the tournament would mean losing their chance to free the Five, and he couldn’t accept that. Nokt vowed to defeat any foe he faced. In his eyes, this viewed this as no mere competition, but a war. A war for the freedom of his siblings.
He put a hand on her shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort. “It won’t. I promise you, I will not lose,” he assured. “Don’t worry about me, sister. I’ve endured far worse than just electrocution.”
“I know. But if he does that again, can I please kill him?” Rox asked, her voice dropping into a dangerous whisper.
Nokt gave her a disapproving look and shook his head. He hated Ras as much as Rox did, if not more. But their intentions had to remain concealed and killing him would only backfire on them.
“Not if you want our plan to work. As much as I hate to admit it, we need Ras so we can enter the tournament. Remember what’s at stake,” Nokt reminded. “Right now, we must maintain focus with the task at hand.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Rox sighed, her anger slowly receding. This wasn’t out of loyalty. Ras was not and would never be their master. This was simply out of necessity for their goal, nothing more. To them, he was unworthy of being called a master. Not when he was a servant to someone else. “We must claim the ivory crowns before the tournament starts. Assuming the Arc dragons still live in their ancestral homes, finding them will be easy.”
“We’ll have to hide the crowns somewhere safe, where no one would ever think to look. Someplace close, where we can easily access them, once we acquire all the elemental powers,” Nokt said.
“Let’s see,” Rox mused, surveying the City of Temples with the orb.
Retro-futuristic architecture blended seamlessly with ancient, ornate stonework. This place has certainly changed over the centuries. No longer were torches lit. Now, strange light fixtures lit up the city, and giant screens displayed recordings of moving images. Clearly placing the crowns within the city would eventually warrant someone discovering them. They had to store them somewhere secluded and secret from their foes.
With his inquisitive eyes, Nokt spotted a large structure on the outskirts of the city.
“Stop! Go back. Do you see that?” he asked, pointing at the image.
“Ah, the Monastery of Gates!” Rox exclaimed with recognition. “Excellent idea, brother! No doubt, it will be vacant with everyone gathered in the city. That’s where we should put the horns. Now then, shall we?”
“Before we begin our hunt, we really should eat something first to keep our strength up,” Nokt suggested. “I for one, don’t plan on fighting three Arc dragons on an empty stomach.”
“That would be wise,” Rox said, giving him an enthusiastic nod.
The pair exited the room and walked down the hallway. Their minds swam with thoughts of the Five, reveling in their freedom together before continuing their barbaric dominance.
The siblings’ baleful laughs echoed through the hall, a chilling promise of the Five’s forthcoming liberation. They were not mere pawns in Ras’s games or tangled in strings like puppets. They refused to answer to the whims of destiny, for they scoffed at the dictates of fate. In their eyes, the Forbidden Five viewed themselves as the highest power. The fiercest warriors to ever set foot in this world. Unstoppable and unyielding, with terrible power and ferocity, they perceived themselves as the true masters of all things that decided the fate of everyone and everything. Of who lives and who dies.
Nothing, not even the deepest, darkest prison in existence could contain them. Long ago, they burned away their weakness and let their pain mold them. They let themselves die and were reborn into something greater. Strength emerged, and they achieved true power in this world. They were finally free from everything and became agents of chaos and destruction.
Soon, the day of judgement will finally arrive; the roars of righteous fury and the raging storms will harbinger the return of the avatar of chaos. The eater of souls shall walk among the earth once more and cast dread upon everyone and everything. The power held within the giant of extermination will punish all life, and his wrathful vengeance will be swift.
All will have no choice but to submit to the Five’s absolute rule or be destroyed. With no one left to stop them, their reign over the merged realms would last forever. It was all just a matter of time before their grand design inevitably unfolded.
Patience in the shadows shall breed their triumph, and the Five have waited for millennia. They were willing to wait a little longer before the day of their glorious return to the earth.