Prologue for the war

The King stood at the side of the fountain. He grasped the water with his hand but it slipped through between the gap of his fingers. He tried again but it was worthless. He looked over the fountain he saw his servants standing.

Their postures were tight and neat, ready to move the movement he commended the words. He didn't have the power anymore. His words didn't carry the weight of ancient times. He was a powerless king the slave of the crown.

He can't even lift the water. He moved his gaze. Lifting his right hand, he saw the old wrinkled skin of his. No youth had left in this body. Nevertheless, he pointed at the sun.

" Go away. " He murmured under his breath. The sun despised him because he is the king of this land.

The peaceful garden then sifted into the deck of the grand ship. The name was Nine Bloody Fingers. His ancestors gave the ship this name in the hope of obtaining nine chosen heroes or avatars.

He looked at the field where the war started.

The massacre on the sand, fighting men and women of his people were on the shore already killing and dying. Their screams were not so different from the other side they fought, nightmares.

The King sighed. They lost this battle. He did not know which battle. The future or the past. The killing would not stop until night past this land which meant too many of his people would die.

He heard a step of a strong man from his back.

" 1 million had died. "

The King felt despair. " Keep fighting and pushing. " He moved his lips against his own heart. He hated that he was the one who lead his people to death. His gaze did not even bother the guard.

The guard nodded and left giving the king's previous guilt more hurtful.

He knew why all the people in his kingdom hated him and his ancestors. But the war must be continued without the chosen one. The Fate gave him the chosen one.

He heard the nightmare scream. Every man, every woman, every child and old were risking their lives for him. He stayed on the deck watching the blood river pour into the sea. Bluewater had mixed with red.

But there would be no retreat. Losing against nightmares would mean the end of his people's souls and his land that the king could not permit.

The last few minutes had been filled with fighting, but his soldiers have been beaten. The black gue submerged the whole battlefield.

It grabbed the King's attention as well. But he was too tired to give a reaction. ' Must be Reaper. '

The battlefield continued under the black guy. His people screamed. They attacked nearby. No man could withstand such Hell anymore.

A single woman was responsible for it. The Reaper.

' One of the players had arrived. ' The king waited he heard his men's terror. Even though they were far from him, he can see their flesh rotting at a fast speed. Their life had turned into something different.

The skeletons armies, the third force had now entered the war. They usually came at the last minute so his surprise was gone as well. The new force slayed the two sides with their overwhelming numbers.

The nightmares couldn't bring the armies down as well. The dead did not dream.

The King watched the puppet fight. He could hate them. They were murdering his people but they were also killed by his people. They had no choice like him.

It all happened because of the Fate. He did not have the power to drag it down.

' Should I use a bloody finger? ' The king asked himself. He would want to end the war right there. The King's heart wavers. The ruler can't have emotions.

The King closed the door in his heart tightly.

The battlefield exploded. All of his men died.

Even the nightmare perished. ' Did the dead win? ' the king asked.

No. Three people left. All the souls and flesh were gone. The King did not know who start the end explosion but it was not the end for them only a start of a new one.

The Reaper girl rushed toward the Empty one. Her hand was submerged in black ash. She punched at the Empty one. The Empty one caught the backhand and kicked her in the face.

The Reaper girl was sent backwards with a messed up face, and nose broken along with a few cranks on her jaw. The Empty one didn't bother her at all.

He turned toward the space in front of him and warped his hand around it. The space twisted and he broke free of the shackle. A man with a bright colour of energy popped out from the twisted space.

The man was the chosen one. The avatar of Wind God. The King did not ask why now. The chosen one could have saved his people but he never did. He could save God's energy for his people.

The King was being angry. But he knew the outcome.

The Empty one disappeared from view and the space which restricted him earlier was now broken into pieces. He grabbed the Chosen One and slammed him to the ground.

The Chosen One coughed blood and immediately got back to his feet. He took a stance, controlling the wind around him to increase his mobility. The Empty one was not feeling the excitement so he went after the Reaper girl.

Within a second, the Reaper died. The one who conquered the dead was a mere child in front of him. The Chosen One flee the fight but this war was not meant to be for the weak mind.

The Empty one ripped his spine ending the war.

The King looked at all that. ' The war had ended when will it start again? '

His surrounding changed as he was carried to the start of the war. The King was sitting on the unfamiliar throne, his body was decorated with jewellery he never sees before.

" The king, he had entered the palace. " Beside him, he heard a soft gentle voice.

The King asked. " Who. "

" The Heaven sent Demon. "