The first destroyers part 2

Prayers for help began to spread throughout the world; the chosen ones tried to find their missing brothers, but all they found were destroyed houses or cities where the chosen ones lived.

When the remaining chosen ones gathered and turned gloomy glances at each other, they saw that not one of them knew where these creatures had come from again, which were nowhere to be seen all the time.

Shomufi remembered how one of the chosen ones, whom he knew well, began to take off his clothes.

The other chosen ones looked at what was happening with incomprehension until the chosen one who remained naked began to change.

His bones began to crack in his legs, causing him to fall to his knees, the sound of breaking bones filled the hall where the chosen ones gathered, everyone was shocked by what they saw.

Watching how the chosen one began to tear off his skin with broken hands and throw it to the floor, many observers winced and wanted to stop the chosen one who had lost control when they felt a familiar hesitation coming from the one who was lying on his side.

Where there should have been blood, black scales were visible, the face of the person lying became more elongated and began to resemble more of a dragon.

Everyone who saw the changes froze in shock; the skin slid off the body, revealing scales that stretched throughout the body.

A select few began to take steps back; they had little chance in a battle in a confined space against such an enemy.

Sounds were again heard coming from the man lying down; it was difficult for them to understand whether he was conscious or not.

Narrowing their eyes, the chosen ones began to peer into the lying body, expecting to see more changes and, as they feared, the wings that engulfed all the bodies appeared from behind the back, lifting the body into the air.

Once in the air, the changed chosen one let out a roar that made everyone remaining feel threatened.

Not paying attention to the chosen ones, the changed one flew away, breaking the roof, leaving the lost chosen ones to look at his retreating figure.

The only ones left were the chosen ones, turning suspicious glances at each other, fearing that someone else was hiding among them.

This could go on for a long time, but at that moment all the gods appeared with gloomy expressions on their faces, the chosen ones who were suspicious of others in the room missed such an unusual appearance of the gods.

They had to release a small part of their power to attract the attention of the chosen ones, who did not take their eyes off the rest.

Having made sure that they were noticed, the gods gave only one order to gather all the armies of the races and the need for the presence of all the chosen ones and those faithful to them, after which they left the lost chosen ones who were still trying to understand the order of their gods.

It took them longer than they thought; many rulers refused to mindlessly obey their chosen ones, fearing that by doing so they were trying to seize power.

Some rulers were killed, as were their generals who refused to obey, after spending time getting their commanders to listen, they began to hear news that more and more cities and other kingdoms and empires were falling.

Not knowing what to do next, the chosen ones turned to the gods with questions about what they should do next and received only one answer to unite the armies and move to the specified territory.

Obeying the instructions of the gods, the chosen ones, together with the armies, moved into the indicated territory due to the fact that it was magically impossible to move such armies, they had to move on the ground, which delayed the campaign over time.

Arriving at the place, the standards and banners of different races were visible; the chosen ones and their faithful were located at a distance from the army and each was gloomier than the other.

They did not know what the gods were planning and understood that each of them could die; as time passed, more and more armies were present; in many of the soldiers' looks one could read the same question that no one dared to ask.

One evening, when the chosen ones were arguing about next steps, the gods appeared again, ordering everyone to move forward.

Some chosen ones tried to ask a question, but one glance from God was enough for such chosen ones to falter and silently submit to the will of their gods.

A huge army of all representatives of the races advanced in one unison, many soldiers tried to find out from other races where they were going, to which they only shook their heads and moved on.

Many soldiers began to get nervous and glanced at the chosen ones ahead, who tried not to look at the army.

They walked without stopping to rest, the soldiers gradually began to show insubordination, forcing those chosen to execute those who refused to obey.

The chosen ones became more and more nervous, unlike the soldiers and governors, they knew what opponents they would face; the gods remained silent about what they decided to do.

Questions continued to accumulate among both the chosen ones and the armies until, having overcome one mountain, they saw figures moving towards them; the chosen ones immediately recognized who the strangers were.

Behind the backs of the changed were a mass of figures who were unrecognizable, the chosen ones glanced at the armies and, calling the governor of each army, handing over the leadership of the armies to them, the chosen ones went to the changed ones, leaving the armies to fight each other.

The changed ones also separated from their army and moved towards the chosen ones, no one tried to speak, the time for talking passed and a battle began that took away many of the chosen ones as well as their faithful and soldiers of the armies.

In that battle, Shomufi lost almost all of his faithful, but they managed to slow down the advance of the changed ones.

In the heat of battle, the chosen ones noticed that the changed ones used both the magic of their gods and the unknown.

Gradually they began to be crowded out; if the wounds on the body of the chosen ones from conventional weapons healed almost immediately, then from the weapons of the modified ones it became covered with a film and there was a feeling that the skin in such places was starting to burn.

The chosen ones, glancing at the battlefield, saw how some were already lying on the ground and did not move, gritting their teeth in powerlessness and preparing to give the command to retreat; unexpectedly for everyone, chains began to appear that wrapped around the figures of the changed ones.

They tried to break free from the chains, but they squeezed the bodies of the changed ones more and more, their roar was heard throughout the battlefield, they resisted until the strength left their bodies.

The chosen ones still doubted that they had won, and confirming their fears, the eyes of the changed ones looked at them with looks of complete hatred.

The chains wrapped around them completely, preventing them from moving, when the remaining chosen ones calmed down and tried to pierce the changed ones with weapons, they were faced with the fact that their excellent weapon broke from the blows.

Not believing their eyes, they tried to kill the changed ones with magic; every wound on the body healed without causing serious damage to the bodies of the changed ones.

When they had already lost hope of killing them, the gods appeared and took the bodies of the changed to an unknown location.

The remaining chosen ones were too weak to ask questions to the gods, looking towards where the armies were fighting, a pile of bodies and blood were visible that flowed in different directions, the battle that took place there also ended.

They did not know how many days or weeks their battle lasted, after checking the bodies of the chosen and faithful, the remaining living built pyres for burial.

The rest of the armies of the races sent the governors to receive new orders; from the faces of those who arrived, they saw that the governors also had a hard time; some were wounded and some had missing limbs.

One of the chosen ones took out a small burgundy scroll, seeing him, the commanders turned white and began to slowly walk back.

They recognized a scroll of blood oath that would bind them to what was written there. Not wanting to delay the transfer of the scroll, Shomufi loudly ordered all living participants in the armies to sign the scroll.

The chosen ones looked at him at that moment with gratitude, and one of the commanders extended his hand to the scroll.

Leaving the execution of the blood oath to the commanders, the chosen ones also made a blood oath that no one would ever tell about what happened in the battle and against whom they fought.

Returning back to their lands, the governors and soldiers tried to ask who they fought against; not many tried to tell, but as soon as they opened their mouths or tried to write, they died.

The races were lost in guessing what happened; it was clear that the armies were fighting with someone; attempts to question the governors ended with that those who questioned were expelled or put in prison.

This continued until the representatives of the races abandoned this secret and after a while forgot about the case of all armies.

The Chosen watched with apprehension the appearance of the young Chosen in place of the dead and changed.

Time passed and the fears that the chosen ones harbored gradually began to disappear when the gods ordered the remaining survivors to appear in one of the sanctuaries of the gods, far from the places where the races lived.

Having arrived there and seeing the gloomy faces of the other chosen ones, they began to wait for the gods to appear; there was silence in the hall, everyone was immersed in their thoughts until the gods appeared.

Having looked at the chosen ones who looked at them with suspicion, the gods had no choice but to explain the reason for calling them here.

The gods explained to them how the changed ones appeared; it was clear from the faces of those sitting that they were shocked by what they heard, that in each of them there is something that can make them changed.

The power had two sides, the one that they possessed as the chosen ones and the line where strength and hatred made them those who could change in order to gain stronger power.

The chosen ones began to feel themselves trying to find a change, they did not doubt what the gods had said and were now afraid to face the fact that they could attack their faithful and the places where they lived.

Observing the panic that gripped the chosen ones, the gods tried to explain to them that each of them and the young ones would not become changed or, as they called themselves, destroyers.

The last words of the gods interested the chosen ones whether it was possible to come to an agreement with these changed ones, whether they were conscious, to which the gods refused. The Destroyers were placed in a prison whose location was known only to the gods themselves.

- The young chosen one's sword style projection looks like a destroyer as he described it to me. - While indulging in memories, Shomufi spoke carefully.

Goddess Ges froze, if before that she was glad that her chosen one had a projection style, then after hearing this, anxiety appeared in her, which disappeared when she remembered that Alurik was not alone.

- He won't become a destroyer if that's what you're talking about, he's not alone. - Goddess Ges answered in a confident voice.

Part of the memories narrowed eyes as she watched the goddess begin to squeeze the arms of the throne more tightly. Shomufi could only hope that the goddess Ges was confident in her words.