Soldier skeletons emerged from the dirt—risen from the dead, equipped with weapons and military equipment such as wraith gear as Lichness flaunted his hands around, he dispersed them after finging his right hand— orchestrating the undeads movements with precise callings, the Lich’s skull glimmered as the night sky shined on his maxilla, his green camo glistened.

  The skeletons charged simultaneously, at least thirty swarmed Ozymandias as the King of Kings attempted to combat them all. Easily dismissing his sumo position— swinging his arms around in a circular motion, blurred movements as his fists collided with the ramus’ of the skeletons, decapitating the undeads— only some though.

  “I call this! The willpower that will restore my soul!” His voice boisterous and loud, he began to scream and shout— the tremors from his voice causing some of the skeletons to be flung away.

  Lichness stood still, tilting his head away at one of the skeletons that soared past his head at lightning speeds— he sighed, “Are you serious?”— facepalming, before grabbing another by the belt buckle. Unzipping a wraith shotgun from the chain and snagging a piece of ammunition.

  “EAT THIS! BULLAE!” Ozymandias roared, no longer swarmed by skeletons and he placed his right index out— in an instant a concussed focused blue hue flew through his fingertips as Lichness barely dodged.

  “What are you saying? Why are you naming your attacks? It just makes them predictable.” Lichness flipped in the air, his head dangling from above as an eyebrow was raised— he began to twirl around his left hand before slinting his middle and index finger down; causing skeletons to emerge from the ground and begin to grab Ozymandias’ legs.

  “Remember who I am! Understand it punk!” Ozymandias snapped his head to face at Lichness, grinning as his right arm was outstretched giving a thumbs up.

  “I’m sick of playing shitty games with you.”

  Lichness’ eyes glowed as he fell to the ground as if he was a cat— his ‘fur’ standing due to goosebumps as he blinked.

  Ozymandias was no longer in front of him, therefore Lichness turned around.

  “I’ll tell you my power, my power is that of a King. Now behold a belief of what the Old World desired…”

  The King of Kings was standing behind Lichness, his blue eyes twitched— red spirals circulated his body as he was vexed— gums showing through his teeth.

  His right hand was extended, palm open as an emerald spiral was manifesting inside, his green leaf covering his privates fluttered— but never revealed.

  “One with knowledge— true knowledge of the old world, will be able to utilise it’s power.”

  Lichness stared in awe, unable to move; before…

  “How exciting!”

  Lichness roared, slamming both arms into the ground and capulting himself upward; a large twinkle spread across his face as his eyes shut in glee.

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  “You really are powerful!” Lichness was spinning throughout the air— twisting and turning himself on the air particles before jumping into the night sky.

  He jumped over the moon.

  The bright crescent glowed.

  “Excellent!”

  Lichness flung his head back, hands floating in the sky— charging, a dark forest hue enveloped his palms as he smiled— smiled.

  Ozymandias flicked away the spiral in his hands— the energy dissipating as he posed magnificently and turned to the left side, right hand covering his face as he bent over to the maximum his spine could produce.

  “Dancing Queen!” He howled as a celestial being flew out of his torso. “Kill him— I can’t waste anymore of my life…"

  A luminescent Medean pharaoh wielding an ankh shot up into the sky— attempting to batter Lichness who hovered, laughing.

  Lichness’ eyes met with the Pharaoh, he peered into the light and the light did not flinch; he cupped his hands together and shot a beam of green energy.

  It killed the Pharaoh, nothing left remained— not even the ankh dropped to the ground, however Lichness slammed his body into the grass, his right hand holding his body up in the sky as he tilted his head to look at Ozymandias, squawking.

  “Tell me more about the old world!”

  “Why? You are going to die soon.” Ozymandias exited his pose and covered his eyes— in his right eye. “The Old World was great however, it’s a reason why we all have a meaning…"

  It glowed red as there was an emblem in it which flew out— like a bird, it was an orange eagle. The bird around Lichness’ head, whispering into his head alongside Ozymandias as they gave a synchornised shout.

  “Now die!”

  Ozymandias yelled however Lichness turned his head to the left side— then the right, then back at Ozymandias, shrugging.

  Clatter. Clatter. Clatter.

  The Lich’s jaw began to clack as he was laughing louder— bolder, “If I deduce your power, it’s something to do with the old world.” Lichness Evergard slapped his hands together as the entire boot camp disappeared. Shockwave.

  What remained were corpses, corpses of what? If they were Medea’s then they would simply disappear since they weren’t real— but there were dead bodies everywhere, scattered, crying.

  Dead.

  Ozymandias shook his head, closing his eyes and wagging his fingers; “Tut, tut, tut. You are correct on it being the related to that. But if I tell you more— it could lead to my defeat, which of course could never happen.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I am the King of Kings! Ozymandias! Now look at the corpses— look at their faces, the people you killed with your immense power. Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare! Look at what you do when you were chosen by God!” Ozymandias screeched, he clutched his chest, his heart and cried out, “LOOK ON ME WORKS! YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR!”

  A long blade appeared in Ozymandias’ right hand, it was the same size as his entire body— same weight as he yelled, “A technique stolen from a story where despair was always cut in half. ECLIPSE BREAKER!”

  He swung the blade, instantly teleporting in front of Lichness as the blade was about to connect.

  “It wouldn’t make a difference if someone like me died right? Because I’m so insignificant.” Lichness smiled at Ozymandias.

  Ew.

  CLACK.

  CLACK.

  CLACK.

  “But why would I die to something so stupid such as your power which only relies on the works of others, you uncreative buffoon how about you die— you are the insignificant wretch which will die and become a stepping stone for me! SECOND YOU ARE? TO WHO! I KILL YOUR ENTIRE GUILD WITH MY HEART ALONE NOW DIE PERFECTLY STABLE!” Lichness howled loudly, the blade flew out of Ozymandias’ right arm— actually his entire right arm was gone.

  Gone?“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Lichness walked over to Ozymandias who was crawling on the ground, he was touching his right arm— which didn’t exist.

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Lichness kicked the screaming Ozymandias in the face— making him fall unconscious.

  …..

  “What a dick.” Lichness dug through his jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and smoking— his gaze met the night sky as he smiled.

  “Should leave though, I look like a bad guy now don’t I. Wouldn’t want him waking up anytime soon.” Lichness looked at the sleeping Ozymandias, a faint smile was on his face as he walked into the night.

  The stars twinkled.

  Thank you for reaching the end of this chapter!

  A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.

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