2 Chapter 1: The Birth Of The New King

In the palace of Gehénnman lies the scariest and strongest beings called the Ashuras. The Ashuras are exceptional when it comes to fighting, they were born to be the bravest warriors. Wars became there number one priority, they fought in wars for many years which led by the King of Ashuras, Morpheus.

1000 BC - The War against the monsters to conquer the Three Thousand Worlds

"Men! we shall be victorious! Sharpen your blades and Hammer, and never back down to a fight! Charge!"

"ASHURAS!" The loud roar of fighters trembles in the land of Three Thousand Worlds, the war continues and the Ashuras became victorious with the help of the twin swords, Ashura blade wields by the King.

Years passed, King Morpheus and his wife, Queen Hestia received a gift from the Three Thousand Worlds, and that gift was a young boy. They named the new born Martis, and he blessed him with the power of Ashura blade and to be the next Ashura King.

"This baby will be blessed by the power of the Three Thousand Worlds, and will be the next King after me! Rejoice! for the Ashuras have the next King!"

The People of Gehénnman applaude and shouts the name of the future King, Martis!

800 BC

Years passed and many of Ashuras died in wars, Queen Hestia died of old age and King Morpheus is ill. Martis became a young teenager, his calm but his aura is definitely is that of a brave figther.

"Father, what can I do to help?" Martis asked his father, King Morpheus is bedridden and is now unable to wields the Ashura blade.

"Son, I don't think I can live any longer and I want you to be the next wielder of the Ashura blade. I believe that you are worthy of such power but, the twin swords are now at the depth of the Three Thousand Worlds, you must conquer every worlds to be able to wield the Ashura blade."

"I will do it father, for the sake of the palace. I will train harder, and shall be the new wielder of the swords, you may rest now father, thank you for everything."

The king smiles for the last time, "Martis, never run from your fears. Face and defeat them all." and the King rest on his bed, and finally close his eyes.

"Yes father."