The Beings Of Forgotten Past

Ryuga turned to look at the spot a bolt of lightning hit and person covered by lightning stood before him. As it slowly dissipated, her figure was clear. Captain Ryukka Senji. Their eyes met and they both came to a halt in recognition of each other.

"Would you happen to be Ryukka Senji?" Xicor 's voice echoed, and the reigning silence broke.

Ryukka 's face looked serious and she spoke with stern voice.

"Stranger from Netherworld, you are summoned to the imperial castle by his majesty Lord Zarten."

"It looks like everyone wants me. Oh well, tell him Ryuga Xicor refuses to meet him before he goes somewhere first. I'm quite sure he'll know where I'm going" Xicor spoke without a hint of care in his eyes. "And no one is stopping me." He added snapping his fingers.

Captain Senji drew her sword and within no time she was holding it on Xicor 's neck, standing behind him. "It was an order not a request. In case you --" Ryuga responded with a smile as he turned to look at her face. She was frozen in place, not by ice or petrification.

"Instant paralysis, you'll have to stay still while I leave." A spell that shuts down all functions of the body and holds it in place. Not even a single muscle or even magic and aura can move once it is cast.

Ryuga walked away casually and waved his hand before disappearing in a flash. As if time is finally moving for Ryukka, she fell to her knees on the spot. She took a few deep breaths, got up to sheath her sword, irritation evident on her face. Just then her reinforcements arrived.

"Ryuga Xicor huh? Well then..." She said with a light smirk. "Men, head to Astron now"

"Yes captain." The soldiers left, and she followed after locking eyes with Lord Esca for a moment.

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About two hundred kilometers from the outskirts of this village lies a long river that has beautiful giant trees on one side and variety of fruit trees on the other side. At the end of the forest lies beautiful fields of pastures stretching as far and wide as the eye can see.

Tracks of carriages leading to a city in ruins could be barely seen because of the grass. This is Arcadia, Ryuga 's home. At least this was it. The walls have all but crumbled to the ground.

A few pillars still standing but surely rotting away. Ryuga walked around this dying place as if reminiscing old memories. He came to halt before a grater by what looked like a gate.

"I wanted to see my home in peace, but you seem to be everywhere I go." He said as he turned his head. "You can come out now, I'm sure you're tired of hiding anyway."

The men sent to Arcadia earlier by Ryukka walked out and surrounded Ryuga. The one who was leading them walked up and spoke.

"Well this is disappointing, I tried staying hidden as best I could but you were already aware of our presence. I'm not sure my name is any use, but I am the Fifth seat of the Elite Force, here to send you to his majesty." His face was blank, in other words expressionless.

"You're a lot more talkative than I thought you'd be. I'm Ryuga Xicor," he introduced himself cheerfully. Then his eyes scanned the ground because he felt something.

"Oh, don't worry about that. It's just a teleportation circle."

"One so imperfect will need a marked target, I don't recall being marked if you plan to send me." Ryuga spoke looking confused.

He turned to their leader and suddenly a sword appeared piercing his left chest. The was no wielder, just the sword. Blood came out of his mouth as he fell to his knees. It was like his body suddenly became heavier. As if an unimaginable amount of weight just fell on his shoulders, crushing his entire body.

Ryuga tried getting up, but before he was on his feet a magic circle glowed beneath and above him and he was enclosed in a cylindrical magic circle. He unleashed as much magic as he could to cancel out the spell, that moment alone felt like an instant to those on the outside of this spell.

To him it felt like a few minutes were passing. He even pulled out the sword and healed the wound.

He tried to move but everything turned to a blur and in the next instant Ryuga was kneeling before him. The Emperor of the Nexus Empire, Zarten Reign himself.

And even more people were present. The ones he never thought would be in one place. The Primes. Now Ryuga couldn't understand what was or is happening. He might think he blacked out but that wouldn't answer how he ended up kneeling here.

Then a thought came to his attention, this might be the long lost time rift's effect. If one is even more unlucky, they could be sent millions of years into the future or even the end of time where they might not be able to come back from.

Zarten 's piercing and imposing gaze struck Ryuga but he remained unfazed. "Ryuga Xicor, where have you been all this time?" He asked in a commanding voice.

"I apologise for the late awakening but I was in a bad place your highness. I was sealed in Netherworld for the past long years."

"Is that why you caused such a rackus? I hear you outright refused my summon, is that right?" Zarten said.

A smile curved up on Ryuga 's lips and he took the emperor's gaze head on. "Yes I did, and I have a question for you too. Why didn't you restore Arcadia Emperor Zarten?"

"Well it looks like the little boy has grown up now. Hahahaha..." One of the people sitting spoke up. They called him *The King Of Scorching Heat* because of his Axis- star which no opponent has ever survived. Out of the other seven primes he was the prime with the power second only to the Emperor himself, Lord Helios Arovena.

He walked to Ryuga and lowered his head to meet his gaze.

"I thought only primes had the authority to challenge the emperor, but you seem to not care. Do you perhaps have a death wish, boy?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"Of course not my lord. I wouldn't dare." Ryuga spoke in a calm voice, which others would say was condescending

"Lord Heli, please stay out of this. Ryuga state your business for being here. I believe I owe you nothing, if you still remember clearly. Though you will have to be punished for her murder." Zarten spoke as he got up.

"I didn't kill anyone. And just so you know, someone was aware of you. What do I want? There are a list of things you said you will do yet I guess you didn't do them seeing how you're not mentioning any of them." Ryuga got up averting his gaze to Zarten.

"I will now leave to deal with them myself." Ryuga turned to leave but Heli caught him by the shoulder.

The large doors of the throne room opened and two people walked in. This were members of his former team, The Necromacs. The team had five members and each had their own sword with its own set of abilities.

The two who entered held The Judgement, which basically Manipulated, Created, Destroyed and Existed out of the hold of any laws of the world whatsoever.

The other held The Thundergod Sword, one forged by the Gods. It maintains, and can open boundaries between the races of the worlds.

"Oh well, looks like the gang's all here, don't tell me you guys came all this way to greet me." Is Ryuga a fool, not at all. He's just aware that nobody's letting him leave this place. Let alone alive.

Seeing their serious expressions, Ryuga smiled mockingly as if to say, STOP ME IF YOU CAN.

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