WHAT IS HAPPENING

In the peak of 'glylarius' the coldest mountain on the continent a girl sat cross legged with her eyes closed, although she wore only her undies she didn't look the least but uncomfortable, infact a smile could be seen on her face, in the deepest cavern of the 'hell mist canyon' a man ran up and down inhaling the gasses said to be poisonous they could put a vampire king into enteral rest but the only things more bizarre than his actions were his clothes, he wore a lime green loincloth with gold trimmings that was completely spotless on his torso thick black lines stretched from his shoulders to his chest going over his nipples and converging in the shape of a V on his belley button with the same pattern on the exact same spot on his back while 4 thinner lines stretched from his scalp which had the same line green color as his cloth but with gold specks each by passing his eyes and meeting with a curve on his chin, at the bottom of the enhinian sea the most turbulent sea in the world a blue haired blue eyed man sat his hair the color of of the sky while the beard he spotted the color of the sea sat in the mist of a turbulent whirlpool, despite his situation of being twisted and turned around the man was not just calm he was bored actively yawning every few seconds but no matter how wide his mouth opened not a single drop of was entered it, at the top of dawn peak the mountain where the sun never sets a man stood, he wasn't training, he wasn't meditating, he was just looking, looking at the bright light and admiring the view even though his light was leagues above it and finally at the top floor of the tallest tower in the world a white monstrosity that inspired awe and majesty in its simplest details a man sat on an arm chair watching the darkness with a longing so great one would think he wanted to dive into it, the man was old the position he held had been his for about 180 years but the only thing that gave away his age was the cascading lock of hair the adorned his face and scalp a forest of white that inspired more dignity than the building he lived in ever could his dark eyes were piercing enough to give one the illusion of his or her soul being read and even though he had seen 2 centuries his back had not bent an inch anyone who came near him would feel inclined to bow before the intense gravitational field he creates unwittingly turns them to pulp.

All of these people, some of the most powerful people to walk the earth at the same time turn in the direction of Trident city and utter the same words

"what the hell"

Felix's pov

We hadn't moved since, i had never been one to question Kalen's instinct's they had saved our lives so many times i can scarse remember them all, before we were allowed on the front lines Kalen had worked as a ranger in expeditions so he had a knack for tracking and being able to tell enemy positions so there was no reason not to trust what he said no matter how weird it looked but after 2 hours of sitting down without an attack or word from him the carriage driver started to complain

"where the hecknis he"

uptil now i hadnt been bothered by this as me and my new girlfriend had recheduled out first date to a week from now as the city would be too busy with the aftermath of the purple storm crowd bash for anything fun to be done, i look at him a little startled before replying

"Mr Marcus cab you please calm down he'll be back soon"

"and what if he doesn't come back"

"then he likely faced a mostser that could kill him, do you want to go meet that with your dainty little crossbow"

he paused to think for a while before asking

"do you think there's anything around here that could do that"

i really with a smirk

"unlikely, in the entirety of trident the only people campable of beating him are the Don's"

he jolted at those words the rule of thumb among common people is that 1 Don is equal to a thousand A-rank mercenaries and most of these people can be easily impressed by C-rank mercenaries

"still to say that isn't that a little disrespectful"

"not really especially when its true, what do you know about the 'gold lances'"

"boy what king of question is that the gold lances are the personal squad of the first Don, they're unlike any other group under any other Don all of them are highly trained magis-swords that only loose out to the Don's them selves"

i gave a small smile as he recited that text book definition before saying

"what if i told you Kalen was asked to join the lances"

"what!!!"

his shock was understandable, not only was this an exclusive group of people chosen the first Don himself but there was an unspoken rule stating that each Don could only have 4 in his special retinue and any more would be seen as an unjustified attempt to increase his or her strength and influence

"he was asked to join Them!!!"

"yep"

"but what happened"

"he refused"

"WHY"

"he said he didnt like their colour scheme"

the old man continued to look at me as if waiting for me to tell him it was joke but nope those were his exact same words, Kalen had never been a fan of bright colours always preferring dark clothes for every occasion, whenever we were invited to events with a dress code he would still go there dressed according to his own tastes but nobody had the heart to critize him as he just looked too good, he once told me he knew what would always fit him best and the white and gold if the lance was not part of it.

I and the old man had decided to pass the time with stories of each others encounters, well i was telling the story he was complaining about his wife, it had seemed like a pleasant way to pass the time but before long i felt it, Kalen's magic energy balloned to a size I'd never felt before before charging anotger source of similar size with an almighty boom that made my heart man to leave through my mouth that we could hear from where we were parked

"what happened"

the man asked

"that was Kalen and...someone else"

"thats it I'm getting out of here i swear that the third heart attack i getting this week because of you mercenaries"

he then turned to and asked

"you coming"

"no thanks, warp"

i uttered and in an instant i was gone, warp is a 7 tier spell that can instantaneously move a person across short distances unlike teleport which can moved a person across continents if need be but the reason i chose warp instead is that for teleport you need accurate coordinates or else you might find your self inside a wall but warp find tunes where you will land so as to prevent that but in order to get to the city where i want to heard to first I'll need to cast warp multiple times.

"what the fuck happened here"

i thought i had entered the city but this can be the place, it was wrong, the buildings that hadn't crumbled were on fire and in the middle of the roads were craters and blade marks and that me disregarding the bodies, they were so many bodies some in piles so strewn around some just in pieces and although it seemed this places had been quartered off their was one person here, he was knelling beside the body of what looked like a girl with blonde hair, no way, i didn't stop to think with a wave of my hand several dozen magic circle spun in the air all trained who i had discovered was Michael Boor

"you bastard"

i yelled but before i could fire them he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said

"help Kalen"

"what"

"please help Kalen He's going to die"

i pause in front of him and say the words

"tell me everything from the beginning"

Shit, shit, shit, why the fuck did this have to happen, although i don't trust Micheal i can't deny that it's Kalen's magic signature that fighting over there so i start instacasting warp like its the last piece of magic I'm ever going to use before i notice, the magic distortions have quited down

"oh no does that mean he's already lost"

i quicken my pace even more in hopes of stopping my best friend from a the very least dying but when i get there i meet a very strange scene, Kalen is standing in front of the third Don who looks as if the only thing he can do is breath with his sword pointed at his throat and before i can say anything swings said sword and slides his jugular wide open

"Kalen"

i say

"YOU JUST KILLED A DON!!!!!"