PROLOGUE (Author's POV):
"The scepter. The scythe. Grim Reaper was defeated, Loki Senna was sacrificed. Both weapons were obtained, by the warriors that were unseen to anyone except themselves. The school of International Academy of Science and Performing Arts, or simply IASPA, was in ruins after the clash, but many resisted repairing this prestigious academy in Birdsville.
An external senior crew leader of IASPA Boy Scouts Unit secretly had thirst to aiming for Loki's scepter and Grim's scythe; upon seeing the weapons residing the school grounds being obtained by the two succeeding warriors, and upon defeating the White Horseman of Conquest. On the other hand, the two warriors in battle were either fighting for the God of Mischief, or for the Incarnate of Death. Students were again in trouble, as another legion has come, another war has risen, another casualty has tolled, and another town, other than Birdsville, has razed.
And so Loki and Grim, even residing down in the scepter and the scythe, must regroup their own forces, as even if the apocalypse of Birdsville was done, their conflict still relapsed. The scepter and the scythe were theirs to seize, divide, and conquer.
And so the students, even saved from Loki's mischievous hands, must still be warned of the consequences after Loki and Grim were fallen.
Betrayals, alliances, conflicts, and even magical curses of terror and destruction will dominate the realm of Midgard. Angels, demons, elves, giants, undead, and even humans must brace themselves; for an all-out war will reign.
Are you ready to stop this war and scream that this...
..will be...
...enough?"
Future Vision (Author's POV)
A shadow-like entity having large bat-like reddish-brown wings, glowing crimson eyes, and wearing a hooded maroon cloak equipped with dual reddish-brown glaives wandered in a misty, snow-covered portion of Midgard. Meanwhile, a harsh snowstorm came; and it was nighttime with thunder and lightning occasionally appearing.
Far in front of him was a large ice obelisk, with the scepter and the scythe residing at its front.
"I still need all your powers, Grim Reaper and Loki Senna. I still need more, more power to surpass both of you." the hooded entity spoke in a ghastly but roaring voice.
The ice obelisk suddenly splintered into broken pieces, thrown towards the maroon wanderer. But, all of the shards were deflected by his glaives, and another entity was seen from afar.
The entity was a frozen blue skeleton covered in ice, having a pair of glowing blue eyes, wearing a black hooded cloak, and chained and fettered at his neck, chest, and wrists.
"A lich?" the maroon wanderer was astonished, while the blue skeleton he called 'a lich' equipped an ice orb in preparation for his maneuver.
The lich cast an ice magic to blow the maroon wanderer down further from the shattered obelisk. Next, he created a cold wave of tempestuous icy mist, trying to immobilize the wanderer.
On the other hand, the maroon wanderer summoned six undead fire giants to aid him in battle. The giants blocked the wanderer from the incoming mist, but all of them went frozen and broken to ice shards.
The wanderer blinked closer to the lich, who was afflicted by his flames of mischief and his shadows of death; both coming from a slash of his glaives.
"You can't beat me, puny lich. The powers of Loki and Grim are mine, even both cannot surpass me. And you think you can beat me with just ice? Useless." the wanderer taunted as he attempted to slash the lich with his glaives, but it was the lich who suddenly channeled the power of both the scepter and the scythe as the strong winds and the freezing mist continued to force the wanderer to retreat.
"YOU CANNOT DO THAT! ONLY I CAN, AND I WILL!" the maroon wanderer screamed.
The lich was done channeling, and the gales gradually stopped.
"And what if you won't?" he said in a chilling, ghastly, skeletal voice while casting another ice magic to freeze the wanderer.
But only the head, neck and shoulders of the wanderer remained unfrozen; which made him laugh in a sinister mood. The lich performed a pact of sacrifice in front of him.
"My turn to collect souls like Grim Reaper had done, and to create phantasms like Loki Senna had done." the lich taunted and attempted to torture the maroon wanderer by slowly channeling and ripping his soul.
"You lich... what have you done..." the wanderer blamed, slowly thawing the ice.
Once the ice was broken and the wanderer has set free, the lich cast an ice magic to blow him down again to the shattered obelisk.
As the lich walked slowly to the obelisk, the maroon wanderer slowly got up in place.
"Poor lich. You cannot stop me."
As the wanderer stole the scepter and the scythe, he summoned a legion of numerous undead fire giants, undead fire elves, undead fire dragons, fire ghosts, and deceitful death knights by raising both weapons up.
Meanwhile, the lich also summoned his frozen undead knights, ice ghosts, undead ice dragons, ice liches, and frost apparitions.
"AND THIS... WILL BE... ENOUGH!" he screamed while flying up in the air, shifting into a winged shadow demon.
Thunder and lightning flashed and roared during the start of their clash, with the maroon wanderer attempting to attack from above with his advancing minions against the lich attempting to attack him from the ground with his advancing minions.
The great battle for power... BEGINS HERE!
Now, are you ready to stop this war, and scream that THIS... WILL BE... ENOUGH?
This must be expected by you, as you can now read the first chapter of Second World 2: The Legions!