"Wh-what? My element is... void?" In a world filled with sorceries, miracles, and knights, Young Hubert found himself immersed in struggle, trauma, and tragedy after joining the watchman. Deemed as a deserter turned slave, he tried to survive by learning from the greatest teachers, friends, and experiences. Fighting corruption from internal conflicts of nobles and politics inside the kingdom of Creopia or the threatening dangers of the northern barbarians, indigenous tribes of the southern kingdom, pirates of the east, and the mysterious creatures of the western mountain range. Where even the helmsman of fate has corrupted. He soon realized his greater duty in the world was to protect it. Empathy And Wrath
The earth pulled as the two beings fought mid-air. One constantly striking and thrusting, the other always defending and deflecting one's blows.
Their fall was graceful and elegant, both like having the wings of angels as they were suspended mid air by the fight. Their swords were like an instrument of art, made to draw for the eyes of the watchers below them.
But all events must come to an end, and so did theirs.
The earth succeeded in pulling them down from their grace.
One of them, Evan, defied, kicking the opponent as a stepping stone to helping him land safely on the beach.
While the other, Hubert, powerless, couldn't do a single thing except block the incoming kick, thus, propelling himself even harder toward the endless canvass of blue below.
"See you," Evan made a peace sign with his finger, smiling while having his tongue out.