The destruction caused by the invasion of otherworldly monsters that poured out of the gate in mere hours had caused the countries to be infested by chaos. People regardless of their status ran amok to protect themselves from monsters which in some cases might prove futile.
Three weeks ago, the Empire proposed a plan to the entire world, a plan to work together in order to clear the state of dungeons. It is no news that most of the strongest heroes are found in the two elven countries. Driamwen and Faleron, the latter was out of bounds to any creature especially human and was hostile to the rest of the world while the former allowed other races but under strict guidance.
The reason why the elves suddenly went private centuries ago was unknown to the rest of the world. History read to middle school kids in Therut says to all that elves and every other race lived in harmony and unity until five hundred years ago.
After a major war on the claims of territory, the elves were winning and should the war have ended, elves would have had the majority of land on Therut today but they gave up all of a sudden and willingly secluded themselves from others– the two elven countries on the islands.
Emperor Alexander sent his plea to them knowing fully well that the elves possessed the strongest heroes. There have been rumors of them practicing a strange art and some even say that some of them are capable of summoning other creatures– a rumor told by travelers and believed by a minority.
He had to take a leap of fate which was why he did what he did– the young Emperor was truly pure at heart and considered the good of the world although he would only think of his country first before any other.
He is loved by all and revered by all, it is why his knights would thoughtlessly give their life to protect him.
His genuine intent was felt, –the truth was that the elves had also been facing this same problem in numerous dungeons. With how strong their heroes are, it is no problem for them but the council of both countries saw the necessity to investigate and put a once and for all end to it.
And so they had sent envoys on this very day who were supposed to be met by escorts– they had personally requested that the strongest heroes of the mainland should be the ones escorting them.
A request which in actuality was made by their strongest heroes, who would not forego the opportunity to ascertain one's skills before others said strong ones.
These elves of Driamwen were particularly very competitive and rude. They had looked forward to humiliating the heroes of the mainland even though the council of elders had severely warned them. They were quite full of themselves you see.
"Brother, are you not going to go out?"
One of the two elves sitting in the vintage-type limousine stuck his head out of the car window, grinning at the disaster that was outside as he called on his brother with a somewhat sarcastic voice.
His said brother was seated in the limo, eyes closed. One feature about him that could not go unnoticed no matter how much one tried to look away was the fact that the right side of his long ancient eastern hair was black and the other side was white. It was not to be said about his brows though– both of those were black. And his facial features were incredibly handsome.
He silently sat, his arms folded waiting for whatever easy happening on the outside to finish.
They had been sitting silently ever since the disaster began with an excuse of "Let the mainland heroes take care of their mess, I will not waste my strength on mob monsters"
Furtherly, "They deserve no alliance with us if they can't take care of these menial savages"
Daear Teaseneplith was one of the strongest three heroes of both countries, even with his pride and arrogance he was the face of many brands– that angelic face of his would seduce any form of existence.
His younger brother, not much to talk about him except the fact that he is obsessed with his strong older brother.
Thud!
Right in front of the younger one landed a winged humanoid creature with a serpentine face. It stretched its hand forth for a quick grab at the boy's face– a sonic boom that shattered into the air split its hand, simultaneously shattering all the glass of the car's window.
The creature stumbled back, shocked at what it missed.
"You vermin. How dare you lay your hands on royal blood."
Daear could be seen standing above the car with his arms folded, whatever he had done to the monster's hand happened too fast for anyone to see. But also seemed to carry enough force to split a car in two and more–
The car slowly separated with the insides revealing itself to the chaotic hair, as the car separated, so did the body of the monster. Two halves of it fell apart with its purple blood showering.
Daear lifted his head and looked towards the colossal building– the imperial palace stood erect amongst all the buildings of the capital, it is the largest and was so large that it could be seen from all sides.
Daear's fine brow narrowed to a frown! His shoulder vibrated and the expression on his face was clear enough that it wasn't a voluntary action. It was his reaction to something.
Something fierce was to the direction in which he was looking.
"Hell! What in the world of the eight archons is that?!"
He leaped away immediately like a metal being pulled by a magnet.
***
Meanwhile at that same time.
Hallan Lamar.
His figure was a blending blur into the air as he darted forward and grabbed the knights merely by their hair, throwing them away. Weapons broke as they met his body, he was very formidable and none of them were strong enough to land a satisfying blow on him.
With his initial tearing speed forward, he had done away with numerous knights most of which had secured large injurious.
Prince Andres swung his sword at him, a diagonal arc cleaving through the air as it dawned on Hallan.
"Slow, too slow"
Hallan Lamar yawned as Prince Andres's sword came down, he caught the sword and—
Pow pow
His speed was unperceptible, his hands flew like a blur as he delved numerous punches into Prince Andres's fine face, accurately targeting the same point. The prince's face folded in as Hallan Lamar repeatedly battered the same point on his face, tightly holding his head to prevent him from being tossed away by the impact of each punch.
"Haaaa!!"
In an attempt to free the prince from this monster's grip, another knight dashed into the fierceness, unfazed, and full of courage.
Hallan's hand made a hole in his stomach with just one single blow.
That meant he was holding back a great ton of his power while he was beating up Andres.
Emperor Alexander's eyes narrowed. He understood something that instant.
'He just wants to agitate me, perhaps see me suffer.'
He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Your majesty."
The surviving knights protecting him tried to stop him but he didn't respond. Before such a magnifying evil, even they began to show fear and couldn't press harder– for deep down, they knew that they would have to put their life on the line to do that.
If they take any step closer to Hallan than they already are, their death was certain. Every fiber of their body tingled with fear. They were plagued by it.
The Emperor with a courageous tone stood before Hallan Lamar whose hand was still gripping his brother's face like it was some tofu. "It is I you want, isn't it? Then let them go and have me."
"Haaaa..." he exhaled, sticking out his tongue. "At least you still have that courageous heart of yours. Alexander, Alexander. The sacrificial lamb of Therut."
He threw Prince Andres away not paying attention to him and slowly walked closer to the Emperor. Sticking his head closer to him with a perverse grin. "That heroic act of yours. You do know it will get you killed. And all for what? Nothing but lies!"
He retracted his head flinging his hand in the disappointment that flowed with the tone of his voice.
"I don't care what you think. Your words over and over again have been proved to be lies. You have never been able to provide evidence for your claims and you still foolishly clung unto those vain beliefs that was what got you killed in the end."
Hallan Lamar facial expressed a brief shock as the Emperor spoke— a shock that didn't last a second, he clapped his hands with an accepting nod.
At his pause, he put them down, crossed behind his back.
His eyes glinted with a hint of sorrow as he began to speak solemnly to the Emperor.
"Alexander, of all of my students, you were the brightest, the smartest... have you no idea why I am here. Having this needless conversation with you despite." He took gentle steps closer to Alexander as he continued. "If there is any man capable of seeing the truth of my words it is you. Even if you don't understand it now, I want you to live to witness the destruction of your world. So, you will see... I was never wrong."
Alexander shook his head with pity, "How far have you strayed that you will destroy an entire world just to prove your point."
"It is salvation!!"
His body crackled with green energy as he shouted, the veins around his neck and temple pulsating. His anger was almost touchable, it was like he had gone nuts– the anger of a psychopathic bastard that wants to kill his waifu crush so no one else can love her and probably thinks it is for her own good... to protect her from the harm of the world.
After a few pants, he calmed himself and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh as he opened them.
"You will never understand... I have nothing more to say to you."
He shook his head as he walked past the Emperor.
But before he could walk any further, Alexander's flamberge was pointing towards him.
"You must be crazy to think I will let you walk away freely after all that you have done to my men... and to my brother."
He slowly looked back at the Emperor and the tip of his sword.
"That is a fine sword you've got there."
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