At the same time Kiliano and his friends were enjoying a feast, people began to gather in a kingdom far off to the South. In a small town which occupied very few visitors, a large warehouse, the size of a city block, held a large group of people. Each one of these people wore black hooded robes and carried with them some sort of weapon. Paper's lined up on the wall, each of them read out similar things, always referring to the Northern kingdoms and the evils of their ways. Red paint was written on each wall, it said Lord of the Accursed - God of Gods. "Today is the day!" One of them spoke out. "Our saviour will be amongst us once more! Be truly grateful that you will live in a time where we can serve our master directly!" The man walked over to a giant cylindrical canister which stood about ten feet in length and nearly reached the warehouse's ceiling. He stretched his hand out to touch it. Once he did, the canister began to emanate a dark red. The inside of the canister was revealed. A humanoid shape was formed in the fetal position, but its overall size was much larger than the average human. Small traces of mana began seeping out from within the canister in the form of vapor which covered the floor. "This mana… it's time! Arise my lord, come forth… master… Sh-" Glosh! The man's arm suddenly began spewing blood. "Gaah! What is this!?" He turned his head to find another hooded man. "T-traitor! You dare defy our lord!?" The traitor spoke up, "He isn't my lord. Actually… he isn't a lord at all. You cling to him as if he's some God. But truthfully, he's a devil which will bring the world's end." The traitor ripped off his robes, revealing long, deep blue hair. "My name is Fuijin Inouye! And I've come to put an end to this little charade!"
Fuijin raised his sword and charged towards the canister, but before he could reach it, a group of hooded men appeared in his way, "Move you scumbag cultists!" Fuijin began cleaving through each one of them with ease. Blood splattering everywhere, he continued to hack at anything that got in his way. A pile of bodies surrounded him, "Bring forth an abundance of power with this offering of mana, tidal floods!" Massive amounts of water began washing away all the cultists. Now his path was clear, he raised his sword once again and began a chant, "Cleave through all that stands in my way, allow me to use the power worthy of a Lord! Windfall cleave!" His sword flew downwards, with a slash that emanated snowy mana from it, the atmosphere in the warehouse became freezing in an instant. The canister began to crack, but it wasn't enough. He had to destroy it completely. Fuijin charged at it, he raised his sword once more and jumped towards it, preparing to swing. But before he could land the final blow… Clang! Fuijin's sword was stopped by another. A man had appeared right in front of him. He had white hair and intimidating red eyes. He wore a black shirt with white baggy pants. Fuijin's eyes widened as he shot himself backwards. But before he could regain his stability, the man appeared behind him. "What're ya doin Fuijin?" Clang! They clashed once more. But Fuijin was obviously overpowered. "I don't think we've formally met, but I have heard a bit about you. Apparently you fight for Zuri'el, no? That unfortunately means you've probably killed men from this country. And I can't allow someone like you… to live." His words shot fear into Fuijin's body. "I might as well introduce myself, since you're about to be killed by me." The man's eyes met with Fuijin's. His stare turned Fuijin's fear into absolute despair. There was no way he could win this fight. "My name is Asfodel… Asfodel Zuri'el. And I'm a Sword Emperor." With those words, Asfodel lunged towards him, and plunged his sword into Fuijin's chest. Spewing blood, Fuijin grabbed Asfodel's sword with his left hand and raised his sword with his right. "I may be dying here, but I won't go out without taking you with me!" Fuijin switched the grip of his sword into a reverse grip, and plunged his sword into the ground. Light began to encase the warehouse. Asfodel's eyes widened, as he contorted his face into a smirk, "Good one, Lord Fuijin." A giant blast of light enveloped the entire warehouse, and destroyed it. A giant dust cloud was formed, leaving it impossible to see anything.
People from all around the town rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. People began using wind magic to blow away the dust cloud but it did little to improve the situation. Then suddenly, a huge gust of wind shot through the air. Blowing away the dust cloud with ease, revealing only three men left standing. Two of them were Asfodel, who was almost completely unscathed, and Fuijin, who was bleeding out his mouth and was on the verge of death. The third person, was a naked man. He had white, spiky hair, and deep gold eyes. His gaze turned to look all around him, as if he was familiarizing himself with his surroundings. His gaze then turned to his hand which he stretched out, facing the villagers. His mouth opened, and with a deep, bellowing voice he said, "Die." Almost immediately, each villager's body expanded slightly before exploding into a pile of blood. This triggered Asfodel to fall to his knees and bow his head, "My lord! Please allow me to welcome you back after a long slumber." The man turned to face him, "Who might you be?" Asfodel raised his head, "My name is Asfodel, I am a devout follower of you, and have devoted my life to this very moment. Please allow me to serve under you." Asfodel made a smile, his eyes wide with admiration. The man turned his gaze to Fuijin, who was kneeling on one knee, and breathing sporadically. "Who are you?" Fuijin turned his head to face the man, "I… am Fuijin." The man's gaze stiffened, "What is it you want?" Fuijin's eyes fell to the floor. Tears began to fill his eyes, "What I… what I want, is for you to… For you to rot in hell!" He stretched out his arm to face the man and shot out a fireball the size of a small house. It flew at high speeds towards the man, but before it could reach him, a piercing white light shined through the fireball and directly into Fuijin's head, dissipating the fireball, and cutting Fuijin's skull in two. Splat, his body fell to the floor. The man closed his eyes, "Fool… one must know better than to challenge me while they possess such pathetic power. For my name is Shyzen, Lord Of The Accursed, and a God amongst Gods." Asfodel stood back up and began walking towards the man, "My lord, we should begin our preparations." Shyzen nodded his head, "First, I would like some clothing." Asfodel stiffened his body, "R-right of course! My apologies sir, but that man you just killed blew up our entire base, so all I have are these…" Asfodel handed Shyzen a pair of high quality pants with a belt. Shyzen put them on and balled up a fist with his right hand. Suddenly, a black aura enveloped it, and some white bandages formed from his hand up to his forearm. Asfodel continued talking, "Let us go to a nearby store and grab some clothes which are more appropriate for you." The two of them walked deeper into the town, in search of clothes for the newly born God of Gods.
On that same night, the King of Thyndhime began his preparations. After a long visit from his rival-in-war, they had agreed upon a treaty. However, King Piule -the ruler of Thyndhime, is a deeply evil person. He had no intention of upholding that treaty. Rather, he was going to use this opportunity to devise a plan which would destroy the kingdom of Zuri'el in a matter of days. Inside his palace, King Piule pulled aside three men, "I will appoint each of you as my Generals. You will each be in command of your very own personal army. Each one of you is an Overlord, who has achieved many victories in battle. I trust you will accomplish my goal." Piule made an evil smirk.
Back in the kingdom of Zuri'el, Kiliano and Nazeem were getting ready for bed. Kil's stomach had grown twice its original size, "Oh geez… I'm absolutely stuffed! What about you Nazeem?" Nazeem was laying face-down in his bed, "Ohh yeah. Honestly all the trouble we had got in made me really tired." Kiliano's face puffed up, "Oh c'mon. I could've played for at least another hour or two. You really gotta step up your game man… you'll fall behind, now more than ever since we just added another friend to our group." He was talking about Nyleah, the girl he met during the party. Nazeem grumbled in his pillow, "Ohh come on man! I don't have the stamina to do stuff like that for so long. I enjoy it and all, but I just can't last that long, you can't blame me for that." Kiliano shook his head in disappointment, "Man you're so wrong. Hahaha, you can't let yourself become the weakest in the group, Nazeem." "Whatever Kil, I'll see you in the morning, alright?" Nazeem fell asleep on the spot. Kiliano smiled and put on his casual shirt. He looked outside at a shining, full moon and began whispering to himself, "Wow… tonight was fun. I really hope I can have this much fun again some day." He chuckled to himself and hopped in bed, turning off the lights.