DIMENSIONAL WARP!!
Immediately, the sky became more darker, as it felt like they were all being thrown into an endless abyss.
They tried running, but their legs didn't move. They tried screaming, but almost as if someone had clogged their throats, sound did not escape.
" You all think that because you are great in numbers you can defeat me? Your king! I'm king for a reason!" A loud voice echoed into their heads from all directions, but for some reason, they couldn't see the owner of such overbearing voice, nor could they pinpoint the location it came from.
It was like a god was speaking to them from all angles, leaving them no chance to figure out where and how he was speaking.
" Sylvester, I trusted you. I saw you as my right hand man after Henry. But you dare scheme against me? Ha! You're a fool!"
Arggg!
A blood curdling scream was suddenly heard, as one of the attackers had suddenly been killed by an invisible force.
Everyone's body immediately became stiff. Even Sylvester, the leader of all this, couldn't help but gulpd down saliva.
" I had to do it! And I don't think I was wrong! I wanted to be higher than a third rate! I wanted to be king!" Sylvester said, his voice a but shaky, but filled with resilience!
" Haha! You wanted to be king? To sit on my throne? To take my woman and strip my son of his bloodline? What a fool!"
Arrgh!
Another scream came, but immediately died down like nothing had happened. The face of the others became so pale, that in this dark space, one would be able to see the faint outline of their faces.
" Do you regret Sylvester? Do you regret ever having such thoughts? Because if you do, then good, because today....you will die!"
Agggg!!
Another scream, another death, another silence.
That was the cycle. Everytime he spoke, someone will die, and Sylvester shall be the last.
" No! I don't regret! I don't regret anything!" He exclaimed, gritting his teeth, as he continued:
" In this world everyone knows that power is your only right! If you weren't strong enough, I would have been king. I knew that it was a risk, but I still took it. In this cruel world of ours, the only true law is strength! You're king because you're strong! You're king because you're powerful! I want to be king, and I will, even if I die trying!!"
Arrgh!
Arrgh!
Nnooo!!
Six different voices of pain was heard, meaning six different people had died because of Sylvester's work.
" Who sent you. And don't you dare tell me that it was you who had thought of all of this, nor that you had been able to get a dozen Adepts to follow you. No, no, no, no Sylvester, you're a fool, a dog. You cannot mobilize such a force," Micheal said, his voce digging deep into Sylvester's heart, and making him feel a wave of embarrassment and guilt wash over him.
This was another ability of a heart weaver. He can harness his emotions and make them into any form of power he wants, but he can also affect the heart of his opponent.
He can make them feel sad, happy, guilty, motivated. Every single emotion, he can make them feel it. Right now he's using that ability on Sylvester, and making him feel so guilty that he would reveal the name of the one who sent him.
" C- no! I won't tell you!" Sylvester exclaimed, his voice a battle between heart an mind.
He felt guilty and sad, and so was about to say who had sent him, but rationallity had brought him back to his senes, as he knew that he was probably being a victim of the ability of the heart weaver king.
" You will tell me," Michael whispered, his voice coaxing the mind of his captive.
" You will say the name of the one who sent you,"
" Because you feel guilty, sorrow, and remorse for your actions,"
" You feel regret, and so must speak the truth!"
" Henry!!! Consort Henry!!" Sylvester roared, as the guilt overflowed his mind.
Boom!
It wasn't an explosion, but a destruction of trust!
" Henry! How?!" Micheal exclaimed with a grim look, as his voice shook. His voice seemed to be covered in pain and amusement.
He was pained by the fact that someone who he regarded as a brother was the one who had schemed and plotted against him. The one who he saw as his best friend had always wanted him dead.
It seems the saying is true:
Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.
Aaaaggghhhh!!!
Noooo! Please!!
"You swine don't you dare kill mearrrrgh!!!!!!"
....
Screams. More screams. Then silence, was continuously heard, until no one but Sylvester remained.
" Dimension, closure," a sad voice said, as the darkness that once covered him was gone, replaced by the scorching heat of the sun.
On Sylvester's face, a smile grew as he left that darkness. He knew it wasn't over. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't care, he just wanted to admire the sun....one last time.
" Face me Sylvester,"
He turned his face from the sun and looked straight at the same man he once called king. The man he once used to laugh and joke with....this man.....had never treated him like a dog, but more like a brother.
* What came over me? Why did I want to kill him? Sigh! It's all too late now,*
" Leave, and never come back,"
*Boom*
Those words sounded worse than death, as he had just told him to leave. He should never come back. He was no longer a part of the human empire. He was no longer a part of anything.
Now he was a true dog. A dog worth nothing. without a master, and definitely without a home.
" Yes... your highness," and just like that, he turned around, grateful that he at least got to keep him life.
" Are you okay?" Nivea asked, her voice breaking through the veil of thought in Micheal's head.
" No, I'm not,"
" Then let's go. Let us fix our mistake. My child is in the hands of the enemy. And I shall not rest till they are all dead," she said, her voice solemn but filled with anticipation.
" Alright then...let us leave,"
" Leave? To where? I hope it is to hell, as today? You must die!"
Golden-red clouds began rolling in the sky, as a man slowly descended from the heavens. His eyes calm with a smile, as his fiery red hair flowed in the wind, looking like that of a celestial war god descending from the heavens itself.
Every step he took, a sun pattern would appear on the ground, scorching the clouds he stepped on.
His eyes were golden, just like the sun. He had facial features more handsome than the most handsome of humans.
He was Etheral. He was the sun god Alzuras!