The Chosen

Three individuals stood before a glowing being sitting upon a throne. One is a young man with white short hair and red eyes. Another is a woman with long red hair and blue eyes. Third is a big man with a Mohawk and green eyes. Each shrouded by shadows their features indiscernible except their glowing eyes. The being walked up to them "Welcome! You each have been chosen for one purpose; the King's Test. I'm doing so you will bear the mark of the King Slayer. Allow me to introduce myself I am the World a being of creation. Every hundred years I chose an individual from my realms to be my champion. This is by no means a great honor, easy road to power, or riches. You are not hear for honor. You are here cause you want to reach the celestial step. I can award ambition even loyal ambition when I can direct it. But make no mistake you are a sacrifice of sorts. But a sacrifice that is chosen to win if they so choose. At the end of the road and that person is still standing after the test. They will receive whatever they wish, endless resources for cultivation, and true freedom. Freedom that comes with power. Only the powerful are truly free for their fear no obstacle. A true peace to be yourselves" the World began to pace looking at the three closely. "I chose you three cause the chi inside of you are unique. You girl your power is exceptional with it you could bring down kingdoms and decimate populations" he said to the red head. He approached the big man "and you! The muscles may show you has merely brawn but your mind is the true power you wield. You could control masses without moving a muscle" he then approached the young man with white hair, "Finally we come to you. You are very unique. Your artistry will take you far and shows tremendous potential. But I see a swirl of darkness that engulfs all lights" the world stood motionless. 

"Each of you have lived under a tyrannical king. You have more hatred for the Realm King hierarchy than most. You have even suffered in this civil war among them. So let's see who will be the next King Slayer shall we?" it clapped its hands and took a seat at a throne. Two guards in full clad armor stepped from the shadows and held large broadswords. "Phobos and Deimos. My most elite of guards. They will be your test. Now I'll give you a hint. You can't kill them so I wouldn't hold back if I were you. They have been commanded to test you to the limits. So…up first" he pointed to the big man. "You will be up first. Use any weapon you wish and by any means to fight. There are no restrictions in my realm" he then clapped. Phobos stepped forward with the broad sword resting on his shoulder. His yellow glowing eyes was all anyone could see through his dark visor. The big man then extended an arm and the broadsword left Phobos's hand and then was in the big man's possession. He then took the sword and ran at full speed at Phobos. 

Phobos seemed unphased from this turn of events. Big man swiped, slashed, stabbed, and cleaved ending the same. Phobos moved too fast and then finally drove an armored fist into the big man's gut. He was momentarily stalled releasing his grip on the sword. Phobos grabbed it and then cut the big man's head clean off. Phobos placed the sword back on his shoulder and went back to his place next to the throne. The world then pointed at the girl. She stepped forward and manifested a scythe. Her eyes glowing blue.

Shadows came to life taking the form of grim skeletal warriors with glowing blue eyes all with bladed arms. Deimos stepped out in front of the girl and manifested two sabers. His eyes glowing yellow under his visor he made the first move. Cutting down the army of shadows. Chains then came out of the shadows trying to trap Deimos. He cut them away and kept moving till he was stopped by the scythe blade. The girl moved with tremendous grace wielding the scythe whipping it about attacking Deimos like a demon. The two became locked in a battle. The World looked intrigued watching the girl's skills. 

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The girl put up a hell of a fight. Deimos cut down her shadow monsters left and right. But they kept coming. She would readjust herself when the shadow warriors dwindled and hung back for a cooling off period was gone she could then make more monsters. She did this over and over keeping her speed up and making sure to keep her distance when Deimos became blood frenzied. This tactic would not last long. She then manipulated her shadows into a sphere of spikes entombing Deimos. She then sank to one knee as she concentrated on keeping the sphere closed. Blood came from her nose and eyes. She was using up too much power.

The sphere then burst open and standing pristine was Deimos. He swiped a sword in front of him as he walked slowly towards the girl that was still kneeling. She lifted her scythe up and started attacking. Deimos dodged each attack and then sank a blade into her chest. With a sickly jerk of his sword she fell forward dead. The world held a hand upon his face frustrated, "I have been at this recruitment for weeks now. No one seems up to snuff to fight my guard" they sighed. He pointed to the final participant. "Young man please be so kind as to participate as the last one standing please" the World asked. The young man walked out slowly and stood opposite the giant. He was motionless for a moment as he manifested two red saber like swords red chi particles. He then shot forward sprinting towards his foe. With one strike he slashed the helmet off the armored giant. There was no head. He then jumped on his back, drove a sword into the armor and then it was engulfed in flames. The flame was bright orange and then blue as the armor melted away to ash. Young man stood in front of the World waiting for Phobos. Red swords disappeared and he stood facing the World. His red eyes glowing in the darkness around him. The armored giant reappeared and reconstructing into the armored giant with a wave of the World's hand. It clapped its hands in delight, "Well done!" it said.