Six Warriors

New Rivals Arrives - (???)

It was a gloomy room lit with small spots of greenish light in candles on the stone walls. There was a man sitting on a throne that appeared to be made from the bones of some mighty creature, perhaps a dragon. The man's features were hidden, the man's upper part was completely hidden by the shadows, but by his hands resting on the arms of that throne, where his skin was wrinkled and stained, he must be an old man and wore a kind of wizard robe that appeared to be red. The old man in the red mage robe was yelling at another man, who was also a little old, but even younger than the one on the throne. He also wore a robe, however, made of less expensive fabric, more rustic and in a brown color, that man had some warts on his body and they called him Gigor, The Loathful.

"You rascal! You're good for nothing, you let yourself be fooled by a paltry brat!" Screamed the man in the throne.

"Pardon, oh sovereign, pardon my inattention" pleaded Gigor as he bowed and knelt before the man on the throne.

"Your luck is that Suvart was with you!" The man on the throne replied, "Get up and get out of my way, my most efficient lackeys have done what you were not capable of."

Other figures appeared there, as Gigor stood up, but without raising his head, and left with humility and almost no pride. The first of the figures should be a man, even though he wore a kind of gray cloak that covered his entire body, you could see his height and musculature, on his back he had a very large sword. In his hands, this man in the gray cape held two blocks of stone, two parts of something bigger, something known as the Metaphysical Configuration.

"Behold, sovereign, two of the scrolls of the Configuration. The Heart Scroll and the Vision Scroll." Said the man in the gray cape.

"Two of the scrolls, we're doing great here." The man on the throne answered with apparent pride in his voice, while the one in the gray cloak placed the blocks on the ground in front of the throne, as a kind of tribute. The other figure who appeared was wearing a dark green traveling cloak and wearing a mask that was a deer's skull.

"For you, my sovereign, here is the  the Right Hand Scroll, which was protected in a cave by a mighty ancestral spirit." Said the one in the deer mask.

"The Great Hunt is a really interesting event." The throne figure seemed to laugh.

After him, a slenderly built figure wearing a long satin robe in a violet color appeared, she also carrying one of the stone blocks.

"In the realms near to the skies, I got this Firmament Scroll, my lord, when I negotiated information with the leader of a group of extremists who claimed to fight for the liberation of their brothers."

"Not even Makallian could resist your charming voice, could he?"

"The scroll I got could not be any other than the Left Handed Scroll" Said a man who, unlike the others, did not care to disguise himself, just wore common pants, bare feet, his skin was dark and he was tall and muscular.

"Very well, Suvart, if it weren't for you, we would have lost the parchment to…what did you say? A mysterious boy?"

"A boy with a very strange aura, yes, a dark boy with a demon smell."

"So my sources were right, they really are back and they're here, in Fantastinen."

"For sure, my lord, no doubt that skinny little boy was one of the Six Warriors, he still didn't look that powerful, but there is enormous potential within him, it could be dangerous to allow him to stay alive."

"I also came across one of them." Said the one in the deer mask, "he was able to face and survive Iacomostem, the forest spirit I spoke of. Without a doubt, he could be a threat to our plans."

"I ran into one of them too" said the one in the gray cape, "he had excellent control of the water element and swam like a merman, he seemed smart to know he had no chance against me, but he was brave enough to try something."

"I just watched one of them from afar" said the figure in the violet robe, "he soon created the ability to fly through the skies and was capable of the incredible feat of sustaining the Stone of Sustaining of Ynis Glas with his magic, it's not something to underestimate oneself, in fact, is an amazing feat."

"Without a doubt it is." The figure on the throne seemed to choke on laughter, "they're finally here, Sweks Hyewds, the legendary Six Warriors." Again the same laughter, "We're not going to destroy them yet, they still can...no, they'll still BE very useful to our plans. However...we can't let them proud of themselves with such triumphs. Let's put them in their proper places, below our feet.Appear, my young people, the time you've always waited for is coming!"

Six young men who looked between fourteen and seventeen appeared there, their faces serious and grim.

"They were trained from early childhood for this purpose, they are similar in age to the new chosen ones, but they are much smarter and much more ruthless. No matter how long the Interdimensional Guardians trained the new Six Warriors, my boys are much more capable." Allow me to introduce them to those who didn't know them," one of the young men took two steps forward. He was a young man of medium build, his blond hair fell across his forehead in a messy fringe, his eyes were a vivid green and when he gave a brief smile, the young man showed very white teeth. "Meet Sebastian Vielgold, he's well born, he's determined and his powers are too amazing for someone so young, he's strong, smart and even good looking."

The young man known as Sebastian then bowed and again took two steps back, joining the others. After him, another young man took two steps forward. That young man smiled which made it look like his eyes were always closed, he had a buzz hair, with half dyed red and the other white, he wore two rings in each ear and wore loose clothes. His skin was brown, as if he lived in a place that was afflicted with strong sunlight.

"This is Kurt Zéherlay and his smile doesn't look cruel by chance, he came from the desert and is deadly like a venomous scorpion."

Kurt also bowed and returned to the row, and then another young man detached himself from the rest. He was a boy who seemed to have a calm look and peaceful expression, he was dark skinned, with green mohawk hair, had almond-shaped eyes in a green color that resembled a forest and had a shiny earring in his left ear.

"Don't be fooled by this guy's seemingly calm demeanor, his name is Kenan Laane, his unusual magic is quite lethal while it can be a source of unparalleled creation. His peaceful gaze hides a fierce and formidable warrior."

Kenan returned to his seat, following the others, another young man stood out. He was taller than Kenan, had a thin face, brown eyes, and straight hair that fell across his forehead and brushed to the side, with streaks dyed gray and turquoise. He had a septum piercing, and wore colorful clothes, having ear plugs around his neck.

"Ah, here's a young man who knows what he wants, his unusual magic can be silent and deadly, his magic is invisible to the enemy's eyes, here's Dave Turrier, his power doesn't give the enemy a chance."

Dave gave a quick quick smile and nodded respectfully to the man on the throne, then rejoined the line for another young man to stand out and introduce himself.

Dave gave a quick quick smile and nodded respectfully to the man on the throne, then rejoined the line for another young man to stand out and be introduced by the man on the throne. The other young man took two steps forward, as did his peers. He was a boy with yellow spiky and pointed hair with only a strand falling down the middle of the forehead, but still spiky, his eyes were different colors, one of them gray and the other an electric blue, his expression that of an irritable young man like a time bomb waiting to explode.

"Brandon Myrkem, you could say he's quite... electric. He's very fierce and doesn't forgive his enemies, his battles are always personal, he has no mercy on those who fight him, he's a fearsome young man."

Brandon didn't bow, just tsc with his mouth and boldly returned to his seat. Another of the young men then stood out, he had shot a look at Brandon, as if in disapproval, but so fast that only the most discerning could notice. That young man was taller than the others and also looked like the oldest, on his face there was an icy expression, but at times it also seemed to be of icy fury. His hair was snow-white and spiky up with some locks falling on the forehead, his eyes a distinctive ice-blue.

"And last but not least, since this is the leader of the squad, hailing from the far and frozen lands of the north, from a most noble family in those lands, here is Oliver Coldwinter, whose even the bravest fear the name."Oliver didn't take two steps back like his teammates, this time his teammates also took two steps forward and so everyone was together in the spotlight. "Behold my young soldiers created to contain the pride of the Sweks Hyewds, the Anti-Six Warrior Squad!!!"

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