The King Loses His Cultivation
Worlds and Realms.
Two different existences with vastly different stories behind them.
Worlds and Realms were divided by a massive boundary called the Ordinate Boundary.
Worlds had their own space while Realms had their own. That of Worlds called the Mortis and that of the Worlds called the Immortis.
Realms were the places where transcended beings resided. The true worlds.
Worlds were shadows. Or rather mirrors. Different realms with their eras, wars, discoveries were automatically adopted into worlds, with smaller scales.
This was the cycle.
While the Realms retained their grandeur, the worlds would be the after shine.
But for what purpose?
Why were replicas of Realms created through a process no expert in existence could control?
It was because of the Mobius of Birth. The origin of all beings.
A circular belt whose size was incomparable to anything in existence.
Souls streamed nonstop from it, inhabiting the Worlds, where their journey began. A certain group overlooked this process for millions of years. They called themselves, the Ordinals.
Worlds were considered fragile, hence this group of experts took it upon themselves to ensure that experts from the Immortis did not abuse their power when they ventured into Worlds through the Ordinate Boundary.
The Boundary itself was a way to sieve out the weak as only powerful beings could pass through it.
Denva or rather the King, stood still as he anticipated what would happen. In his mind, he was wondering what cruel fate awaited him. Why would fate allow him to escape only for him to be captured immediately?
Was it a joke?
Was it a ploy to play with his pride?!
As he stood, his heart rate was increasing while breathing accelerated, a figure descended before him.
With its appearance, cracks began to appear in space with thundering noises that caused the King in Denva's body to clutch his ears which bled and he gnashed his teeth.
A vicious wave of power emanated from the figure causing the ground underneath to burn and the waters to start to evaporate.
The King was already covering his body with Realm essence to prevent from being burnt alive. However, he discovered that the burst of energy did not harm him at all.
The power coming from the individual died down by a great degree, though the residual energy from his body still threatened to destroy this world if he did not restrain it. It was this energy that covered his being from being identified by the King momentarily.
As the waves of power receded, the face of the figure before the King was revealed.
It was a man with long purple hair that glittered as it danced in the wind of the World. His satin grey eyes had a soft glow as he gazed solemnly at the King, peering through the flesh of the young man he wore and looking at his bruised and battered soul.
His skin was flawless with a beige tone that looked like fine and polished wood. He wore a long black robe with etchings of a teardrop on its fringes, a dark suit peaking from within when the robe danced to and fro.
The King gazed at the man, and his expression did not snow joy. Even as he gazed at the man he once called his comrade in arms, he did not show the least bit of relief. His rage flared once again along with his Realm Essence as he rushed forward.
"EDMARCH!!!" he bellowed, flames bursting from his mouth as he spoke. The throat of his body could be seen burning and releasing billows of smoke, unable to take in the power of the King but the man who had just lost everything did not even flinch!
"You dare to stand before me after what you just did?!! You causally stand before me with a calm gaze, devoid of guilt and remorse after you betrayed me for my enemies?!! Was it you who led those treacherous bastards against me?!!" the King roared, flames barrelling towards the man by the name Edmarch's figure with every sentence but failing to do him any harm. They merely died down where he stood.
"Why?!WHY?! DID I NOT RAISE YOU AS MY OWN?! Did I not give you everything you ever wanted?!! Did I not make you my right-hand man and give you all my trust which I reserved only for family?! DID I NOT?!"
Edmarch remained standing with a solemn look on his face as he heard the King's words.
The King walked over to Edmarch with trembling steps and reached out his hand!
He grabbed Edmarch's robe and pulled, his arm starting to burn from the raging essence expelled by Edmarch's body. In a second, his entire arm was set aflame, the bone showing as it only remained intact after the King applied his own essence, such that his bony hand held onto the man's robe with a firm grip!
"Answer me, you Fool!" demanded the King as tears streamed down his face while he could barely keep himself together. "What did she ever do wrong to you? What sin did my children commit to face death by your actions?! WHY?! WHY would you just stand there and watch them DIE?!"
Edmarch finally moved. He held the bony hand of the King and his expression flickered slightly. His voice came from his mouth a second later, echoing into the distance.
"Even in this state you remain blind to your own faults," he said. "Your fortune is grand for me to have found you before they did. Your little display has already lured them here. Your immortal is also a beacon for them. No matter where you hide, they will find you as long as you still hold your power at its peak."
Edmarch said, much to the King's dismay. His emotions were raging. Tears streamed down his cheeks as well as snot and saliva. Who would care for basic etiquette or manners at a time like this?
Edmarch advanced towards the King.
"Freidris," he spoke the King's name, making the man shake. He held the King by the shoulder with a firm grip. "I do this to protect you. One day you may rise again. No one knows the pits of hell more than you do. Rise once again with fortune by your side."
Edmarch's fingers blazed with a dark essence as he plunged them into the King's abdomen with great force!
A burning sizzle resounded, Edmarch's hand sinking not into the King's flesh, but his soul and grabbing a hold of something that pulsed with power. He gnashed his teeth as the object he held burnt his hand, resisting what he was trying to do, but he was relentless, clutching tightly and gathering his strength.
"Only I remained loyal until the end. I hope we meet again," said Edmarch before he squeezed with all his might, shattering the thing within Freidris, the King's soul!
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed the King as his cultivation was destroyed.