Somewhere in the Supernatural territory.
In a wasteland filled with no sign of life as far as the eyes can see, under the heat of the sun burning in the broken sky was a figure that is walking like a Zombie, steadily and calmly without any sudden movement.
Aside from his hands and chest, the figure's other parts were covered.
Taking a closer look one would find the figure's hands have a red tint to them, like dried-up liquid that smeared his hands a day ago. On top of that, the wasteland should be crowded with mutated animals.
Yet at the sight of the figure, the mutated animals started to back away.
Despite not excluding any particular aura whatsoever, the instincts of the mutated animals shoot danger signal into their brains at the sight of the figure, forcing their bodies to move on their own.
Amongst them, there are some mutated animals that didn't back away.
One such mutated animal is a ten-foot-tall wyvern that flaps its wings and lands right in front of the figure, the scales of its body are dark grey while its underbelly all the way to its neck daunted a bluish color.
Roar!!
In an overbearing manner, the wyvern lets out a mighty roar and spreads its wings.
Upon finding that the wyvern is standing in its way, the figure stopped in his tracks. Slowly raising his gaze up, he made eye contact with the wyvern with his deep blue eyes that contains unspeakable power.
Naturally, under the figure's gaze, the wyvern surprisingly bowed its head.
Bear in mind that mutated animals are savages that have little to no sense other than their animalistic instinct, to make a mighty wyvern bow its head willingly must be an effect that runs deep into its blood and soul.
Looking at the gorgeous wyvern, the figure walks closer and caresses its head gently.
As the figure reaches out his hand, his fingernails which turn out to be thick deep dark blue claws are exposed. Additionally, there are parts of his arm that was covered in scales, showing clearly that despite his appearance, he was not a human.
Just as he was doing this, he then suddenly glanced to the side.
"Are you sent here by Lax'rad and Saruth...?"
Coming out of a dark magical portal were a couple of figures, there are six of them to be exact. Judging from their characteristics, these figures should be powerful Undead and Demons.
Amongst the six, there are two notable figures that are worth mentioning.
Both of them are standing at the center and also at the very front, excluding powers that can frighten most of the dwellers of the world. One of them is an Undead, a lich from the looks of it that emits green death energy with illusionary skulls hovering around it.
Each of those skulls are excluding a very dangerous aura, the souls of the damned dead.
In addition to the powerful green pure death energy and also the black crown of spikes that reaches high, this particular Undead definitely belongs to the upper echelon in the Undead community. A Basilich, the second-most powerful Undead of the era.
While the other one is a monstrous demon, picked from the deepest part of hell itself.
Standing towering as tall as the wyvern, this red demon is enormous with a body that is both muscular and bulky. Its demonic wings are imposing, and the giant flaming saber in its hand along with the fire symbol on its chest mark this Archdemon as one of the leaders of the Demon Kingdom.
One of the demons who hold the power of the seven paragons of sins.
Despite the fact that the figure didn't address their Kings by their title, the Basilich, and the Archdemon don't seem to mind it and in fact, already expected something like this. It's surprising to see them not confronting the figure about that.
Then again, there must be a reason for them being like this.
"Rancaladra, the Heavenly Dragon of Prime. King Lax'rad and King Saruth rejoice at your awakening and they want to meet with you, please, allow us to guide you to meet them" the Basilich said politely with its rasping tone.
It was a voice full of respect, there's no malice in the Basilich's voice.
But Rancaladra can sense a hidden intention from this untimely visit, and that suspicion alone makes him stand in his spot unmoving. "Answer me, which Executor has awakened? I want to know"
"My apology, but I don't have the authority to answer that" the Basiilich answered again.
Lucius, the Archdemon standing beside the Basilich then tries to add in order to help, "When you meet with King Lax'rad and King Saruth, they will answer all of your questions. Until then, be patient"
Not getting the answer he wanted, the air around them started trembling visibly.
Rancaladra tilts his head a little as his eyes glowed deeper, the pressure that is completely hidden inside his body slowly burst forth, putting an insurmountable weight on the Demons and Undead's backs.
It was so strong that even the Basilich and Lucius also struggles under the pressure.
Upon feeling the full brunt of Rancaladra's power that shocked them completely, Lucius gritted his teeth with bulging eyes, "How can he be this strong? His pressure is even stronger than King Saruth!"
"Don't be surprised, the Heavenly Dragon has a unique ability" the Basilich replied.
Shifting its gazes back at Rancaladra who is looking at them with a soured yet prideful expression, his chin slightly tilted up, the Basilich then continues, "It's an ability that we call Pride of the World, an ability that would allow him to bypass most of the world-scale changing effect. In other words, despite the world hasn't reached the second awakening yet, he wasn't as affected as much as us"
Lucius widened his eyes when he heard this, now it's clear why the pressure is so strong.
Every single living beings including the Supernatural race is restricted due to the world hasn't achieved the second awakening yet, but Rancaladra has an ability that makes him less affected by this fact.
Considering the scale of effect, being less affected is a really great ability.
"Both of you, tell me, the Executor that has awakened, is it the firstborn?" Rancaladra asked.
Rancaladra squinted his eyes sharply as he inspected the Basilich and Lucius intently, he really wanted to know the answer to his question from them. But it seems they don't have any intention of telling him.
In an instant, the two of them activate their powers and try to resist the suppressing force.
Straightening their backs once again with their energy doing a very intense work to resist the pressure from Rancaladra, the Basilich then said again stubbornly, "If you want the answer, then come with us"
"Or you could try finding out the answer alone, see if you can do it yourself" he added.
Upon hearing this Rancaladra kept his eyes fixed on both of them, the suspension is killing the others as they don't know how this will play out. But surprisingly, the pressure vanished almost instantly in the next second.
Cracking a prideful grin, Rancaladra then replied, "I'll find out myself then"
After saying that, he instantly strides past the Basilich and Lucius without stopping and heads toward his intended destination. Despite not being given an answer to his question, he feels confident that he can find it out himself.
But this catches the Basilich and Lucius in surprise, this is not going according to plan.
Not having any other choice, Lucius clenched his fists before he eventually opens his mouth, "It's the fifth born, the Executor that has awakened is the fifth born. Can you come with us now after knowing that?"
Step!
Upon hearing this, Rancaladra stopped in his track as the other side finally succumb.
In a brief second of pause, a confused expression can be seen on Rancaladra's face. 'Fifth born? If it's not the firstborn, then why would they try to stop me from meeting with the Executor?'
"Lead the way, I'll talk to them" Rancaladra finally said and turns around.
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Meanwhile, Ratmawati City.
Earlier this morning when he was still at the SCO headquarters, King John gained a message from President Sebrof who request a meeting with him at the stroke of ten. It was a meeting that he doesn't expect.
But considering that the duel is tomorrow, this is not out of the ordinary.
King John is curious to hear what President Sebrof has to say to him, heck he might even plead for his life knowing full well that he wouldn't win the duel. With the Executor pulling the strings, there's nothing President Sebrof can do.
Now, he was now standing in front of a building that seems to be a hotel.
"My King, should we secure the area? Even though it's the UWO, we still need to be cautious of them" the White Messenger said while looking around the place warily, he wanted to quickly secure the area before King John gets inside.
Even though that is the case, King John declined confidently, "No need for all of that"
"Go and wait in a nearby cafe or something, I'll meet with President Sebrof alone. Knowing that I have the Executor on my back, he wouldn't try and do anything to hurt me lest evoking the Executor's wrath" he added before striding inside.
Although the White Messenger has some disagreement, he was unable to voice it out.
Upon entering the hotel he was greeted by two Awakened in the seventh-rank realm which then leads him into a less crowded area, he then reaches a big door that leads to an aula reserved solely for their meeting.
In the center, there's a long table covered in white cloth prepared for him.
Sitting at the end of the table was President Sebrof in his pearly white formal suit with a black shirt underneath, he was smoking his cigar nonchalantly as he seems to already be waiting for King John.
Considering that King John is modestly late, it's probably the case.
But him coming modestly late to the scheduled time showed that he was in control, he was the one with power as of this moment, and President Sebrof can only do nothing but deal with it in silence.
"Get straight to the point, Sebrof. I'm busy, as you might know already"
Not even intending to give any amount of respect to President Sebrof, King John sat on the chair opposite of him nonchalantly. Despite the Awakened surrounding the room, he seems to be as relaxed as if there were no Awakened around the room.
President Sebrof smiled even with the obvious mocking words directed at him.
Surely King John is already preparing everything to seat on his throne and replace him completely, and those first words that came out of his mouth clearly directed at that undeniable fact.
If the duel goes as planned then that would definitely happen.
But President Sebrof keeps his calm composure, he didn't react strongly at that remarks.
"As you might be anticipating, our duel is scheduled for tomorrow, yet I suggest that we postponed it until we're definitely ready to do it" President Sebrof said with a straight face, his eyes hawking, inspecting King John's facial changes.
Upon hearing this, King John chuckled, "And why would I give you more time to prepare?"
"No matter how strong your new master can be, that's just it, he's just strong. Changing the seat of power demands more than just strength, there needs to be politics involved and also the public opinions that needed to be handled first" President Sebrof explained.
But this further exposes the mocking look on King John's face.
Listening to what Sebrof has to say makes him chuckle inwardly, he then lifted his chin slightly with pride before he replied cheekily with a slow and collected tone, "President Sebrof, the incompetent leader of the UWO that fails to anticipate an attack that decimated half of Ratmawati City is replaced by the leader of the SCO, whose people invented Intra Technology to avoid anything similar to that tragedy happening again"
"I don't know about you, but I think the public will lean more toward me, no?"
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