Spectral Claws: Ancient Recurring

A Torn Page(Surge of the Terroters) Collection of Faudian 3

The bright sword he held in his hand accompanied him through the dark depths of the lands away and to the first destination he had gone, the place of fire and horns and the maker of disasters. He was entering paths that never before had any people who went in and escaped from them. He could sense fear and another alarm, the sound rah echoing in his head or around him again as he kept his foot in ignoring all of this and letting his will win as he got inside. The place was scorching with harmful plasma and light falling on the floor heating up the entire place. It seemed like it could melt a creature right off as he would dare set foot into this light. The whole place was rather resembling hell more than just a place for fire enablers to practice their magic.

The heating grounds were battle floors for something more fierce that was about to emerge and the man already knew at the moment he step in, his sword twitched and he already felt alarmed to be here. There was this mist, mostly from nearby moisture at first glance but it was turned into something physical and structured slowly as it grasped every air in its space and rebuilt itself just to match the person that is there at that time.

There was an intelligence surrounding him and it made him notice in quite some time that the mist in front of him was rather of the most fearsome beast he would have faced. The claws from its hands and its hanging jaw lets you know it can bite even the hardest steel or rock with the teeth showcased and above all pointy and switchable horns that turn shape while its body was a bit red and on full plasma covering its entire body whilst some of it was on fire.

The fellow was bright enough for the brightsword to dim down and he didn't strike yet just hoping at the moment that it would have been just another giant friend. Its roar wasn't so friendly neither was the respawns of something similar to him but a lesser size and surrounding the place and me roaring and marking his body with its eyes. Ready to claw his body and engage in combat, the wanderer turned warrior comforted himself to a calmer state that he was always known for and smiled at the beasts leading them on to question, "What do those people there even deserve to be called to such a beastly place....tell me what is the purpose of the place etched so close yet under and away from the people just to have them bring themselves here...what is this?"

The creature breathed out and looked at his spawns and back at him, "you do not understand even your own purpose? why you are here, why they were in their own story and why you are is yours, what turned them now that's something that I do not control but I do control one thing, your way is blocked and it can stay blocked or you fight me and then we again have two choices except those two are controlled by fate."

The beast didn't get down as it seemed ferocious yet somehow consoling him to stop asking these wicked questions but they stood in the stance of each with the same goal, taking the other out.

The spawns didn't seem to attack for some reason and were rather kept as judges and audience. This was quite a freak show and a clown house for these creatures was their main purpose was still a question and he still went out with fierce as he took out his sword slashing the arms of the beast before it could blink and landed behind it ready to take its head off only when he realized the creature stood stiff and the arm seemed to have brought back.

He stood astonished while the crowd applauded their master but he didn't hesitate to strike on its back while it then took a swing of its body at the right time sending the sword and its holder towards the light of nova almost killing him. He had found fear again but the kind that would save him right now. He did not know such a beast would exist but somehow it stood and smiled at him whilst he was running towards and took a jump, trying to take its head off again and utterly failing. Though he dodged and dodged while attacking the beast wasn't even moving back barely though he gave it all with the new sword in his hand. Only the case was the beast seemed to almost slow down not just because the slashes kept on coming but because his vigor, stance, and the true light within him guiding and powering him all the way through really got to its soul somehow and slowed it down backing it and slowly pushing it against the light, "You will kill me with mere astonishment, I see you are rather a unique soul... but here we must seek the greatest power to take down.." It said as it held him and took him up but he slides through its fingers and locked against its neck strangling it with force. He was choking it with the back of his sword while moving it around.

The place was almost wrecked as the spawns there had escaped seeing this mad person taking the creature down this way and before it would fall and give up, the creature didn't show weakness. It held in its grasp with all vigor and pushed him down from its head, taking it on the floor his body like a toy given to a child. It played with him smacking his body like nothing against the ground repeatedly till its arms gave up and soon the place was surrounded by dust hiding the worse condition it had brought to him.

"What had to be done...had been done.." It said but all was lost if a man like him wasn't going to make it even to the ocean of dragons what was this all coming to?

Was my mind castle showing something wrong, well perhaps not...the person seems to have been made history but what was the meaning of that hit! pretty sure even if that had been a creature melded in diamond it would have become pieces by now, metal to scraps and bones to just...to just bits. How did this humanoid ancestor even survive...what does all this have to do with the person on the other side of my brain....what was inside of him letting him survive this far.

It had been a while and the creature was turning into a mist, only when it felt something wrong about the place. It felt like a surge of another familiar magic was taking place right in front of him as he stood and noticed a mist. There was this mist that was from the dead man's body taking a shape and swirling around just like its magic it had learned for decades and spread it onto the people who are affected by nightmarish unknown creatures they came across. This was quite sad to see such a man lying like that but suddenly came a s***h like the winds had been commanded by a soul, spirit, being transcending into the next higher level with brute force and will and necessity of taking down this creature. The wind had followed the s***h of the man who came from the mist, formed from it as the body of him disappeared, and the beast was beheaded making him ...a person who had already seemed to have known magic or something...or something inside of him changed into a completely different person....and he had the knowledge of the ancient magic also a bit about this place.

All a play of fate but the person was split? just like...the one in me...was he a greater being with purpose as well...what is all this doing in my head anyway, wait how do I know all this in my mind castle. The disease had perhaps affected him but didn't change him thoroughly or he is a man with dual senses and this spirit that he had become only was wilder and intelligent and this seemed like someone that had already been left behind...it was just the soul that was already here that he had been and now brought into this world only to...only to ,"I will come and seek you Lord of terroters and take that treasure of mine back to the wolveians...for I was one and for I was taken down whilst I sought my own inside this place of yours. Now I will take the place down...hehehe, now I will show you the wolveian I am...soon enough Terragonian.."

Of course it was all related to me.