“We are almost there,” the driver informed Kylie.Kylie nodded her head in response and turned to the man seated next to her. Michael, the archangel who signified war and combat, was sleeping soundly next to her. She and Michael were sharing on car while Davies and Jack were sharing the other. It was difficult to believe that this person was capable of turning the world upside down if he unleashed his power. Alas, it was usually the most unassuming of individuals who were capable of the most unexpected things.“Sir Michael, we are here,” Kylie gently shook the archangel awake.“Really? Ugh. Man, that was a good nap.” He yawned tiredly while stretching.Kylie smiled wryly as she watched him. Initially, when he had dozed off, she thought he was just pretending to be asleep, but after ten minutes and some snoring, she was convinced that he had fallen asleep. It was an interesting side of Michael which she had yet to see. Though to be fair, based on how he had acted back in A City, this w
“Erm. Pardon me for saying this Sir Michael, but what you are saying…is a little difficult to believe,” Galbraith smiled wryly as he addressed the man leisurely sipping tea opposite him.“What is difficult to believe,” Michael shrugged as he drank the rare beverage he had been offered.“Well, you say that you only came here to oversee Kylie’s training, but from what I recall, getting you to agree to train her in the first place was not easy. Why the sudden change Sir?”Michael coughed lightly when he heard Galbraith’s words, and that was because what the man had pointed out was very true. Initially, when Galbraith had sent Kylie over to Sky Cooperation, he included a petition to the angels, asking for Kylie to be trained under them. As far as Galbraith was concerned, he saw this as highly beneficial for Kylie. She needed to maintain the momentum she had bult over the past few months, and what better way was there to do this than to ask the strongest individuals he knew to personally g
Kylie lay on her bed with a small smile on her face. Clara Kingsman, Jack’s mother and Kylie’s guardian in the absence of her parents, had just left her room. The two had spoken for hours about how her Labour had gone, and it was safe to say that for Kylie, this talk had been very beneficial. Clara understood Kylie’s feeling’s better than anyone had so far, and she was quick to sympathize with her. She had spent most of the time comforting Kylie and assuring her that her feelings of guilt were proof that she was alive and warm, unlike the Undead. While she had said much of the same things that Michael and Davies had echoed long before her return to the family, for some reason, it sounded different coming from Clara’s mouth. Kylie could feel her heart regaining its light after speaking to Clara and while she had not forgotten the memory or feeling of her hands taking the lives of others, her heart was not heavily weighed down by that memory.*To think that after all that we told you, i
*You are sure that he is going to come? Huh*“I am confident. He knows I returned today. He will come today.”*I thought you didn’t know much about him. Was it not only recently that you two got closer? Yet you seem quite close now if you can predict his actions*“We may not have known each other very long, but I feel close to Grandmaster Kaizo. I know he will come today.”*Well, speak of the devil. He is already here*The night breeze found its way into Kylie’s room as a dark shadow made its way into the darkened room. His entry was as silent as a night whisper, and his intrusion went unnoticed by the scores of elite guards of the Kingsman clan. Even though the elders were staying the night, they too were unable to discern his visit. After all, how could they perceive what even the great Crowned Lion King, Galbraith Kingsman, could not?“It seems you were waiting for me,” Grandmaster Kaizo chuckled as he took his seat next to the child he regarded as his granddaughter.Unlike their f
The next day arrived swiftly. Each day was usually filled with normalcy in the Kingsman mansion, but today was bound to be different. After all, today, the great archangel Michael was going to personally train Kylie! Due to this, the elders had not left either and had chosen to attend the young Beastman’s training. If they would be unable to see the Hand of Destruction through petitions and requests, then they would wait for him to finish his training before ambushing him. There was no way that Michael would be able to avoid them all if they were in the same room as him. Or so they thought. When they arrived at the training grounds however, they only met the current instructor, Shattering Lion, and the other members of the younger generation. While Jack and Davies had returned to training, Kylie and the Hand of Destruction were nowhere to be found!“Where are the headliners of today’s main event, Shattering Lion?” an elder who bore a striking resemblance to Philip walked ahead of the
Kylie moved swiftly. With each second she got faster, and each failed attempt to get at the insufferable angel before her pushed her mind to strive for even greater speed. At first, her figure could be made out. Then, it became a blur. Then it became untraceable! As all this was happening, Michael was stood in the centre, laughing maniacally like a fool as he warded off each and every attack with the smallest of movements. His smile became more and more annoying as time went on, and with her injuries growing while all that grew for Michael was his laughter, Kylie’s emotions soon reached their boiling point. He may be an archangel, but even legends were infuriating when they looked like that; and there was only so much that she was expected to take. And so she tapped into the power of the Sun of Destruction. If Michael was the Hand of Destruction, then Red was the destruction itself. If Michael was destruction controlled, then Red was destruction unhindered; and Kylie was going to draw
Several days passed in this manner. Days slowly turned into weeks and soon, two weeks had gone by. As Jack and Davies trained alongside the other trainees, Kylie trained with the crazy archangel with the power to start and end wars. Each day was a gruelling one for all three champions, for though they trained apart, their minds were one. Their first mission had gone smoothly, but they had not forgotten that it was only so because their enemy didn’t know that they were enemies. Imagining actually facing off against Professor Huckleberry who was the 7th Sword of Ogre in his full strength was enough to send chills down their spines. Even without his blade, Professor Huckleberry had been a threat that could have easily ended their lives with one wrong step. While it may have looked like they survived fighting against him and even overwhelmed him, given that they had not been injured in that battle, that was because of the suddenness and carelessness of the old man. It wasn’t as a result o
Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposable trash.Not only did they lack wisdom, but they lacked knowledge or basic intelligence entirely. They were like babies, but babies were more intelligent than they were. For even a baby knew to cry when it was hungry, hurt, soiled, and thirsty. So, calling them babies was an insult to babies. For