Emperor's Reckoning

Wyverns were flying around a lonely building on a small island. The riders were equipped with robes and staffs, they kept on circulating on every possible entrance from the sky. Though the island already layered with magic spells, they took the precaution seriously.

Meanwhile, the sounds of metal boots marching around the forest were heard. An arsenal of elites, the wall they made with their bodies wouldn't even let a fly slipped in

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One of the soldiers furrowed his eyebrows before he pinched the fly to heaven's realm. The others didn't even react to his action as time went by.

Inside the building was only one floor with one round table in the middle. The tiles were glimmering and reflected the grand chandelier on top. The place was surrounded by tall but slim windows each meter and provided only one door as both exit and entrance. The roundtable had six seats that were fully occupied by six men.

They were all wearing different clothes to resemble their different cultures. Their figures also varied, one was slim like a skeleton while another was big and burly. One has a kingly aura while the other had a sinister one. One looked very intelligent while the last one was hot-blooded.

"It is quite amazing how you guys can gather here so quickly," said the one with the sinister look.

He was wearing a black coat with a pair of piercing on his right eyebrows. He always played with a coin to run through his fingers. There was something that couldn't make him stop doing it. However, despite his unique behavior, he was still a respectable ruler.

"Enough chit-chat, Mara, we are here to discuss something important!" said the hot-blooded one. He wore a sleeveless upper garment with two sabers behind his back. His hair was bright red and he had swordlike eyebrows.

"You don't need to shout, Bairong," said Mara as they stared at each other with a gaze that clashed like metal against metal.

"Enough," said the one with a big and burly figure. He was the biggest of the six and was quite easy to pinpoint with his bald head. His garment was quite unique, fit for a giant but he was human. There was a standing giant ax on the side of his chair that broke the tile just by the sheer weight alone.

"Bairong is right, but Gutee, you also need to rest that ax of yours, since—"

"Huh?" said Gutee sarcastically as he raised one of his eyebrows.

The skinny one didn't even finish his words before a wind bellowed at his body from just a moving eyebrow, but amazingly the wind could only flutter his martial clothes but not his body, let alone his sharp gaze. His gray hair was residing and he looked to be the oldest of them all.

"Retract your killing intent, grandmaster Poh," said the one with a kingly aura. His figure was broad and balance almost like Bairong. He had golden hair and a majestic beard that further enhance his charisma.

"Your report please," said the one with the kingly aura with a smile to the potbellied old man that was sweating to his pants on the side.

He was more than a league below from all of them, more than just one entire realm difference. Yet he was appointed to sit and lead an important secret mission. He still wondered why he was chosen.

"Y-yes, King Loewe!" said the potbellied old man.

"One of our spies was recently discovered inside one of the islands that are dominated by the demi-humans."

"It's not a spy you idiot pig," said Mara before he continued, "It's the pendant that was discovered, the host means nothing to us since we could control it."

"Y-yes, I'm sorry general Mara," said the potbellied old man frantically with three succession bows.

"Continue," said King Loewe.

The potbellied old man nodded before he shared his story about the events that led to the destruction of the mirror. After he finished his report, King Loewedidn't speak but only grunted as he contemplated.

"Hahaha!" Mara laughed, "See you later? Hahaha! What a joke, does he intend to come here and kill us or something? Just beating a leader from a small branch of guild makes him so cocky!"

"Interesting, I wonder how many blows can he survive against my dual saber!" shouted Bairong.

"Supreme Mage Daraoh, what do you think?" asked King Loewe.

He was wearing a specialized wizard cloak with star motive that actually moved around. It was actually a spell that constantly activated to protect his frail figure from physical harm. He had a handsome face and a wooden staff made from a million years old divine oak tree and a million years old divine gemstone that could store mana.

"Hmm, we should be more cautious, anti-mana is still a new type of energy that is quite dangerous to play with since it would cancel out mana itself. Even the type of magic that was implanted on the pendant was still a prototype that I conjured based on your diagram King Loewe."

King Loewe nodded before he glanced at both Gutee and Poh, "What do you guys think?"

"I would just cut him in two if he comes," said Gutee without further bullshit.

"I could kill him right now if you wish, your majesty, hidden and clean, like always," said grandmaster Poh.

King Loewe nodded before he said to the potbellied old man, "You may leave."

He nodded before doing what he said.

King Loewe stood up and went to one of the windows as he watched the grand security that was placed on the island. Unknown to his subordinate, he was talking to an entity that was not from this world.

"What is wrong? You seem distressed," asked King Loewe.

"Hmm, the name that the fatass mentioned, reminded me of someone," said another entity inside of him.

"Lyon Torga?"

"Yes, Lyon Torga, but no worries, it must have been someone else, since the one that I know is more than dead, he was erased along with with the world where his body died. It happened long before your grandparents even born."

King Loewe chuckled, "What if by chance he is actually the one you reminded of? Hahaha."

"Then... we are all dead."

King Loewe immediately stopped his light chuckle.