11/17/17
I walked into the throne room, in my battle armor and white cape. As usual, my phoenix crest encased my face, and a silver dagger was hidden in a sheath under my sleeves.
Oftentimes after my studies, instead of hanging out with others, I would often head to Muspell, to discuss battle plans and other related stuff. It was a bit hard keeping my college years and my time in Muspell intact, but still manageable.
Thankfully, today was Friday, and after my classes, most of the students would go party or study together. Maybe even take drugs or something, but the point was, I had a lot more to do than that.
It would often go like this: During my free time, I would head to Muspell to check on everyone, and thankfully at the beginning on the school year I had scheduled my classes to give me a lot more time during the afternoon, as I originally had planned to use most of the afternoon for playing basketball or studying, as it was the time of the day where I would be most active.
But now...waging and winning wars were far more interesting than athletics. It was definitely fun to play against different people, but it was also fun to explore different worlds...and conquer them.
Sitting down at my seat, I looked at the 13 empty seats...a thing that was both beautiful and awful to see. It reminded me that I was a killer, but also reminded me that sometimes, killing was necessary to continue reshaping the world.
"And now, Kyren shall reveal to us his plans, to attack the capital of Nifl. Are there any questions regarding this matter?" Surtr's voice boomed across the throne room, as I smirked a little at Loki.
She batted her eyelashes, and I gave her a dirty look. That woman...how did she even get here? Was it just because of her sex appeal alongside battling capabilities that she got into such a high position?
Deciding not to think such things and focus on the situation, I noticed that no one said anything. Good. As long as there was no opposition, then I would have no deterrent to my plans.
"Anyway, I have a proposition." I said, as I stood up, showing a map, of Nifl. I had already taken all of the cities besides the capital, and taking over the capital, would mean that Nifl would be the first realm to be taken over by me.
"As we have very skilled and effective miners, I will use this to our own advantage." I said. Pausing for a second, I continued. "We will dig multiple tunnels that lead to the city."
I pointed at the diagrams of the tunnels, showing that most of them would move all the way to the parts between the walls and the cities, a prediction based on the design of the previous Nifl cities that I had conquered.
However, there were 5 tunnels that would lead to two special places. One of them was in the center, and another was at west's tip, east's tip, north's tip, and the south's tip. The palace and military HQ would probably be in any of these places, and they would be least be expecting an attack on their own base from the inside.
"And with this, we will surround the city, and after declaring that the HQ and the palace have been taken over, we will then take over the capital of Nifl...and then with that, we will have added another realm to our vision."
This is what I thought what would happen, my plans working perfectly as always. "Alright...how close are we?" I asked Helbindi. "Hrmmm...we're almost there, milord. When we arrive, they will open the caps and let the soldiers run out."
A blast of cold air went into the tunnels. "It appears that we have done it right now, milord." I rubbed my palms, feeling the satisfaction of cold air.
"Well done. As usual, if you die, I will pay your families triple what you were promised." the soldiers of the eternal flames saluted. "Yes, milord!" I looked at them rushing through the tunnels, and I walked in the opposite direction.
It was done. Now, I had to head to the HQ tunnel, after I arrived back at the root of all the tunnels. "Alright...get me to their palace." I said to Camus, and he nodded as I jumped upon his horse, and rode towards the HQ.
As we reached the end of the tunnel, I got off. "Royalty of Nifl...please surrender. As we have proved from the annexation of your cities, we will not harm your people."
"..."
11/18/17
I got up from my bed, getting up early. It was the time for the conquest of Nifl's capital. I went to the newest batch of heroes who had reached level 40, and started to congratulate them.
"Congratulations! A few days ago, when you first joined us, you came to us as failures and degenerates! And now, after days of vigorous training and 39 more levels, you all are still failures and degenerates!"
The heroes looked at me, frowning in confusion. I chuckled a bit. "I'm just teasing you all. You did very well." Laegjarn headed to me. "Jormungandr, the feathers and the badges?"
I nodded, remembering my promise to her to unlock her potential next. "Sorry for my forgetfulness, Princess. I shall do so right away, just head to my office." In my room was a gigantic stash of orbs and feathers, as well as refining stones and gold from arenas.
As I took twenty great badges, I randomly took an armful of hero feathers, not bothering to care about the actual amount. I had not the patience nor the time to count twenty thousand feathers, after all.
"Alright...now let me chant the ritual. However, you must first sit on the pile of feathers and badges." Laegjarn nodded, and sat on the pile of feathers and badges. I took Briedabilik, this useless wreck of a gun, and pointed it at the feathers.
"Oh Naga, please hear my prayers. I offer this small offering of feathers and badges to have this hero rise above what she can currently do now, to reshape her life, to give her the power she needs to rend the heavens and gift justice upon the people."
Briedabilik shone with energy, as twenty thousand feathers flew into the air, and the twenty great badges did as well. The feathers started to merge with her body, as well as the badges.
Laegjarn started to float up into the air, experiencing her first and her last unlock potential experience. Her body started to shine with a great fiery brilliance, absorbing the feathers, and from her, exploded a fiery explosion of harmless energy.
Landing on the ground, she felt herself. I stood up, looking at her. She had a few golden sparkles on her body, as well as a powerful yet calm aura, that was slightly terrifying.
I was a bit shaken by the amount of power she possessed, and unbeknownst to myself, I was quivering a little. Laegjarn however, noticed. "Kyren, do not be afraid. I will not harm you."
Snapping out of the daze and awe of the power I sensed from her, I scratched my head a bit from embarrassment. "My apologies, princess. It's just that...your power is beyond what I had ever imagined."
But wait...I thought to myself, she was supposed to get a new weapon, right?...well, maybe due to the fact that she was never summoned or fought in a grand hero battle, she never inherently had it.
"Laegjarn...does your kingdom have any weapons that you could possibly wield, or has a destiny? Like...a holy weapon, a legendary weapon?" Laegjarn thought about it, then nodded. "Yes...we have them all at a holy temple. However, I doubt that my father will allow it."
I frowned. "why not?" This was surely something that I hadn't been expecting. She sighed. "If the weapon does not accept the one who touches its hilt, either from lack of power or lack of morals, then it may seriously injure or even kill the one who attempts to bear it."
My eyes widened. Knowing Surtr...he would never allow Laegjarn to do something like that. Contrary to his gigantic and beastly appearance, he was actually quite a loving father and a just king, but he wasn't the smartest fellow around.
I bit my lip. "Laegjarn, I told you that I took and am willing to take many more risks to change this twisted universe we live in, correct?" Laegjarn nodded. "Yes...I understand what you mean. You intend to ask me if I have the heart to do the same."
"Exactly, Princess. Are you willing to do such a thing?" She paused, not knowing what to say. Would she do so? Or would she not? She paced around the room, pondering her decision that could possibly change her life for the better, or end her life.
She looked up at me. "Will you accompany me to the temple?" I nodded. She had made her choice; it was hers to take. She held her hand on her heart. "After all, I am the crown princess of Muspell. It would be a disgrace for me to not do so."
Before we could head out, Lukas ran to us. "It's time for the invasion, Jormungandr. You and Laegjarn must come to lead, as you two are the leaders of the Eternal Flames." I nodded. "Are the tunnels finished?" Lukas reported back, "They have already gone under the walls of Nifl's capital now. They will make the openings when all of the Eternal Flames arrive."
Running towards the entrance of the tunnels and putting my phoenix crest on, I noticed that there was a large army there. The Eternal Flames...they were not only consisted of normal heroes, but also young and idealistic soldiers.
I didn't know all of their names, nor did I think I want to. There always was the possibility of them dying, which I would prevent. But if it ever happened, knowing their names would only serve to deal more pain.
Heading to the stadium, I towered over the entire army, standing on a high place. "And now...you all know what we fight for. Will you give your lives for I, Jormugandr's cause?"
They slammed the hilts of their weapons to their chests, and roared, "YES, MILORD!" I nodded. "No matter how strong an army is...if it does not have the willingness to act, to do what it's supposed to do, it may as well be fully composed of dead men. ARE YOU ALL DEAD MEN?!"
"NO, MILORD!" "GOOD! Now, do your job! As usual, I will pay your families triple the amount which you were promised if you fall in battle! Let's go!" The soldiers started to march into the tunnels, to war.
"If you're trying to act tough to them, you're not doing a great job." Laevatein said, as I walked down. I sighed. "Well...at least explain?" Laegjarn chuckled a bit, as her sister remained silent.
"You try to be this tough warlord, but it's obvious that you care about them a lot. You put the budget into making food that is normally reserved for nobility for them, your way of insurance is remarkably generous compared to others before you, and you pretty much indirectly stated that you didn't want them to die, as you questioned them whether if they were and wanted to be dead men."
Laevatein then decided to speak for once. "You...you don't treat us like weapons. Well...father was always kind to me, but the tutors always taught me that those who fought in war were weapons themselves. You...treat us as if...what's the word?"
A good guy? They thought that I was a good guy?...what was I doing? "Please don't take this the wrong way. While weapons are quite useful, a weapon without a will, a controlling force behind it, is useless. Same thing with soldiers. If they have no will, they cannot fight on, or cannot fight on as efficiently as they could have. I put a lot of the budget into food because I like using food as a motivation, and with the soldiers' bland tastes, such things are basically paradise for them.
"Camus!" I yelled, as he noticed me. Nodding, he let me jump onto his horse, and leading the other heroes, we dashed into the tunnels. The entire trip was about 10 minutes, as we got to the tunnel that led to the HQ, I looked at most of my heroes.
We really didn't have to use so much heroes to take the palace, I thought. After all, there would only be palace guards, and the only real challenge would be the Nifl royal family, which in our last and first encounter, had proved themselves to be highly incompetent.
I glanced at all of the heroes, more numerous than last time I had ever counted.
Red units:
Arden: Strong and Tough and Definitely not Slow
Raigh: Edgy Child
Katarina: Wayward One
Marth: Altean Prince
Xander: Paragon Idiot
Celica: Caring Princess
Blue units:
Odin: Totally Not Owain
Lukas: Sharp Soldier
Shigure: Uplifting Artist
Camus: Sable Knight
Robin: High Deliverer
Reinhardt: Thundercock
Green:
Minerva: Red Dragoon
Frederick: Butler Perfectionist
Nino: Pious Mage
Batre: Fearless Warrior
Barst: The Hatchet
Raven: Peerless Fighter
Colourless:
Blyn: Brave Lady
Takumi: Pinapple Prince
Matthew: Faithful Spy
Virion: Virgin Archer
Maria: Minerva's Sister
Leon: True of Heart
"Alright...I only need Camus, Laegjarn, Minerva, Maria, Reinhardt, Raven, Celica, and Takumi. The rest, you all can go for the military HQ along with the other soldiers." They headed towards the other tunnels, following the soldiers.
I looked at the tunnel leading to the palace. "Alright...the guards will be easy. The real challenge will be the Nifl royal family and possibly their retainers. But anyway...let's get this thing done."
Laegjarn kicked open the cap, and climbed into the palace, and she started to rub her arms. I felt the cold as well, and rubbed my arms. Underground, we had flames, but it seemed that it was almost as if the ice palace made no flame significant enough to break through.
I gritted my teeth. This place was really cold...even though I had brought a coat in preparation to combat the cold, it was almost as if it was like Black Luna, negating nearly all of the defenses that my coat had in for me...
"We've got to hurry. We may be powerful, but we won't last too long." starting to run, I nearly slipped, until Laegjarn caught me. However, my momentum instead created a chain reaction, and when Maria caught Laegjarn to stop her, she was slipping as well.
Within seconds, the entire strike force was already on the ground, rubbing their asses in pain. I stumbled up, feeling a bump on my head, only to meet the tip of a highly decorated lance. Staring up at its owner, I could see a young teenage blonde, her blue eyes full of hatred.
I held my hands up. "Er...who are you?..." She glared at me. "I am princess Fjorm. And...you are the one who calls himself Jormungandr, correct?" I nodded, groaning as I stood up.
She was quite a beautiful woman, even when she was scowling with anger. Her hair was short, and her blue eyes were sharp and glaring...but she wasn't really my type, especially due to the fact that she had a lance to my face.
Then I realized the situation. Most of us were on the ground, and the entire Nifl royal family alongside a few retainers were there, ready for a fight. I bit my lip, and Princess Fjorm drew her lance back, to stab me, still slightly disoriented from landing on the back of my head.
Before it could enter me, a silver sword knocked it out of the way. Laegjarn stood in front of me, glaring. "Don't you dare lay a finger on him." I got up. "Look...if you all surrender, we can ensure that no citizen of yours can be harmed."
The pink haired woman in...pajamas?...glared at me and held out her tome. "Nonsense. You obviously have the disadvantage here." she chanted a few words, and Laegjarn pushed me out of the way, as a cold wind went toward us and the heroes.
Screams and groans were heard as my heroes were hit by the ice magic, and I looked back. Great Scott...I thought to myself. Minerva, Reinhardt, Celica, and Takumi were all standing in place, dead.
It hadn't just killed them...it had literally frozen them up, freezing the life out of them. As Maria crawled over to touch her frozen sister, her arm fell off, revealing a bloody stump.
Before she could let out a scream of anguish and terror, I hugged her, wrapping her into my cloak, as I felt her salty tears wet my armor and cloak. "Sh...it's going to be fine..." though I knew that it wasn't at all. I hadn't thought that they had access to weapons as powerful as this.
While they in the long term were at a tactical disadvantage, as the entire musspell army had surrounded the entire city from within, we right now were at a disadvantage, with almost half of my forces gone.
Fjorm held her lance towards Laegjarn. "Fight me. We will decide it here with a duel. If I win, then you will retreat. If you win, the city will be yours. You have my word as the princess of Nifl. Will you accept this offer?"
I didn't know whether to say yes or no. Laegjarn said to me, "Trust me...I can handle her. I've handled her before, I don't see why I can't handle her now." She drew her silver sword, while Fjorm drew a different weapon from the silver lance that she had pointed at me.
Noticing the intricate designs on the lance, I wondered what that was...probably a Niflhem legendary weapon, just like that tome. Laegjarn twirled her blade, and charged at the ice princess.
Fjorm got in a defensive stance, preparing to block the blow with her lance. As Laegjarn landed a direct hit, Fjorm raised her lance, blocking and absorbing the impact. Laegjarn flipped backwards, brandishing her blade.
I frowned. Not many weapons would be able to absorb the impact of Laegjarn's immense physical strength without causing some sort of discomfort towards the victim.
Fjorm charged forwards, and did a sweeping motion. Laegjarn responded by jumping over it. Even if she primarily fought on a wyvern, this didn't mean that she was no less skilled with her feet.
Pressing her backwards with several consecutive strikes, Laegjarn kicked Fjorm in the stomach, though the ice princess managed to turn to the side, using her hip to absorb and minimize the damage.
She then activated her special...glacies. "Leiptr! Lance of ice!" My eyes widened as she flipped, and sent her lance crashing down. Running to the side, I managed to dodge the chunks of marble that flew everywhere.
Luckily, Laegjarn dodged the attack in the nick of time. However, she was hit by a rock to gut, and another chunk to the face. I gritted my teeth as she stumbled, wiping a drop of blood off her chin.
Leiptr...so that was the weapon I desired when I conquered the three cities, one of the same name. Gr...so that dratted lance was a legendary weapon. Now...in the hands of the princess, if Laegjarn defeated Fjorm, then we would be able to crush their fighting spirit, as a legendary weapon wielded by the princess herself was still defeated by a warrior with a silver blade.
However...if Laegjarn was defeated instead, this would bloster their fighting spirit. Very rarely was Laegjarn defeated in combat, and if she was, it would only prove to them that Muspell wasn't unstoppable.
Laegjarn barely stopped the tip of the lance from piercing her head with her sword, as she used the guard of her sword to block it. She was pushed back by Fjorm's relentless charge, and moved to the side, as the lance buried itself in the wall.
Lunging at the ice princess, Laegjarn was caught off-guard as Fjorm pulled the lance out of the wall with ease, and whacked her with it. Laegjarn knelt on the ground, coughing. It was a solid hit, and I could've sworn that it left a few cracks on her ribs.
Fjorm stabbed the lance towards her, and Laegjarn grabbed it with her hands, preventing it from going towards her face. Fjorm snarled at her, "Yield." Laegjarn spat in her face, "Never."
Yelling, Fjorm applied more pressure to the lance, and Laegjarn used it to launch herself up. Taking her silver sword, she gave a slash at Fjorm's lower backside, only for it to deal a small slice.
I stared in wonder...what was this? She hadn't been this resistant...then I looked at her numbers. There was a blue number at her defense stat, along with something on the higher part on her back.
A little girl...I looked at her skills. Attack defense bond...so she was abusing this to give herself an advantage. As long as the little girl stayed on her back, then she would have a boost in her attack and defense.
I then looked at her family. Drive skills and tactic skills...no wonder Laegjarn had so much trouble wounding her. Fjorm charged, and Laegjarn, weary, grabbed her by the throat.
Heaving her up as Fjorm struggled against her hand, she threw her down. Fjorm managed to catch herself, and prevent her from crushing the child on her back. But by now, Laegjarn had already tired out.
I could see the pain and weariness in her eyes. It was no doubt that she had been exhausted, and worn out from the intense fight. Fjorm thrust her leg out, and this time Laegjarn had moved too slow.
Laegjarn flew a few feet away, as Fjorm stood above her. I had to do something. Going behind the heroes, I climbed up the stairs. I had a sign, a flare to signify the soldiers to take the palace or HQ in case if things went wrong.
Rushing up the stairs, I got the tome, preparing to chant the incantations. Before I could fire it, I heard a voice. "Going somewhere, Muspellian scum?" I spun around, to see a figure with a few retainers. I shook my head. Great...I doubted that it would even require two of these retainers to defeat me.
Just like Muspellian soldiers, Niflhem soldiers were physically enhanced compared to normal humans like me. So...there was no way I could ever defeat them, especially not with a tiny silver dagger.
I held the tome. "Once I say the words, my soldiers will enter this place and take the Military HQ and the palace. We won't harm the civilians, but it would be a lot easier if you surrendered."
The princely figure shook his head. "We never do. Go on, fire it." I was a tad bit surprised at his reaction. It was one of smugness, and a certainty that they would win. I didn't like that smile one bit...
He glared at me. "Was it a bluff all along?...Sorry, but I'm going to have to kill you." Panicking, I chanted the incantation. "Huo shao ruchen, meiwang huohai!" A fireball was shot into the air, as the watchmen noticed it.
Soldiers began to pour out of the tunnels, rushing into the city and towards the military HQ as well as the palace. Most of them were mounted, though the ones who were fast enough to run without tiring themselves out used their feet instead.
Preparing their weapons, they charged in, towards the military HQ and the palace. I looked down below. I only had one option: jump. As a soldier menacingly walked towards me, I pulled out my dagger, trying to buy myself time.
Shaking my head in utter disbelief, I lunged at the soldier. He braced himself, expecting the dagger to deal a healthy amount of damage, as it clanged against his armor. He looked on in slight surprise, and a smile came to his face.
"So...Muspell's tactician is a weakling like this?" His left fist came towards me, aiming right towards my face. I ducked, managing to dodge the blow, and tackled him, only to be kicked off by the other soldier.
I looked at my dagger. It wouldn't be much use. I threw it at the first soldier, it striking him true in the face. He didn't even flinch, and just stared at the dagger that had ricocheted off his face like a rubber toy.
"...let's stop fooling around, boys. When we get his head, we'll be greatly rewarded for this!" He stabbed his lance at me, and I barely dodged it, moving my hips out of the way.
Good thing that none of them were extremely fast...well, it seemed that at least most of them weren't superhumanly fast, but definitely superhumanly strong and resilient.
I looked at their stats. I was horrible with magic, having only studied it for a few weeks, but at least I would be able to slow them down with a gravity spell. I pulled out a gravity staff from my side, and yelled, "gint axi yragtiv, nodg uozz lai!"
Well...that was at least what the staff told me to say on its carvings. If one turn was about a minute, then at least I would have enough time before that prince that I believed to be Hrid decided that he would do it himself. He seemed to be having a nice time watching his own retainers chasing after my heels.
Within 10 seconds, they started to move again. I was a bit taken aback, but then realized with my pitiably low experience with the staff, I wasn't going to be stopping anything for too long.
One of them caught up to me, and I noticed a familiar wyvern coming over. Cyclonus...yeah, he had became so used to Laegjarn using him to save me that he himself had probably learnt that this was probably a given without his own owner telling him to do so.
I whacked the soldier that had caught up to me with the gravity staff, only for him to wave off the blow, and break the staff with a swipe of his axe. Another soldier ran over, and swiped his sword, yelling, "Imma shove ma sword up cho ass!" Managing to dodge him, I could see Cyclonus coming closer, and I jumped backwards, expecting myself to be caught by the wyvern.
Instead, I crashed onto the balcony instead, face-first, as Cyclonus sped past me, the poor beast probably thinking that he had caught me. I groaned, feeling a few splinters up my hind. Well, at least it was better than a sword.
As I caught myself, I hurried backwards, hoping that the soldiers up there didn't see me. I turned around, and saw Laegjarn being beaten by Fjorm. Fjorm kicked the other princess, as Laegjarn flew backwards, into a wall.
A few rocks went down, as blood covered her face. Fjorm glared at the other princess, lifting her head up. "Why do you fight, Princess? Why do you invade?" Laegjarn growled at her, "Then why don't you do the reasonable thing to do? Even if you beat me, you'll lose." Fjorm smashed her head into the wall, and kicked her, pinning her down. "Surrender, and I may spare your miserable life. I didn't want to do this...but it seems like you need a bit of convincing."
I noticed a figure peering from the doorway, her eyes full of rage. Laevatein...I could see that she could barely contains her tears and was clenching her fists and jaw in anger.
She burst in, catching Fjorm off-guard. Swinging from a pillar, she launched herself into Fjorm, kicking her off from her sister. Hurrying, she held her sister by her shoulder. Laegjarn managed to say, "Pull back...I lost...I made a promise..."
Fjorm and Gunnthra glared them, preparing to launch an attack that would destroy the rest of the heroes. As I wondered what to do, I noticed Cyclonus. Maybe...he could be a distraction!
Motioning to him, I pointed to the side, to destroy it. Cyclonus nodded as a sign of recognition, and closed his mouth. I realized what that meant, and smiled. As the summoner of Muspell, I was immune to most forms of heat, except for magical heat.
The intelligent wyvern crashed into the room, roaring in all of its glory, and released a stream of fire, in which the Queen protected her family members defended herself and her family with a super-sized version of Aegis.
As Fjorm attacked Cyclonus, the gigantic beast pounced on her as soon as he noticed Laevatein carrying Laegjarn's wounded form, angered by his master's injuries. As it snapped at Fjorm, trying to kill her, Laevatein clicked her tongue.
Cyclonus turned his head to acknowledge her, but not before knocking away the rest of the Nifl family with his tail, and smacking Fjorm across the room with his snout. The majestic beast headed towards my location, picking up Laevatein and Laegjarn, and as soon as he registered Maria as a healer, he picked her up as well.
I looked at them all. "Alright, we have to get out quickly. Now..." Prince Hrid and his retainers landed in front of us. "So you survived...Jormungandr, you surely are a sly snake."
I looked at the situation. Hrid was strong...I could see it from his stats. He could surely give Surtr a run for his money, and he seemed to be quite brash, like Ephraim...I couldn't stand people who were brash and overpowered at the same time.
However, I needed to get out quickly...and Cyclonus could only carry 4 people without tiring out very soon. I looked at Camus and Raven. "Can I trust that you can buy us some time?"
Raven sighed, shaking his head. "...I can definitely fight them off, but am I surviving?" Camus glared at him. "It's not about surviving. It's about whether if he can escape or not, whether if he and the princesses can survive or not."
Raven drew Basillikos. "Fine. Well...before I die, I'd better bust some heads." As Hrid charged forward, Camus stopped him with Gradivius. "A waste of life." Hrid growled, and pounced on Camus, the two men starting to fight.
Hrid obviously wasn't the smartest man in the world, as it would definitely be easier to tackle me, and even furthermore, I probably wouldn't provide much resistance against him. But since Camus had blocked his attack, and insulted him, look where he was now, right on the ground, wrestling like babies.
Camus fought against Hrid, wrestling him down onto the ground, struggling with him, while Raven beheaded a soldier with Basillikos, and slammed another into the wall, and went after the Nifl family. "Go, now! Don't let our work go to waste!"
I nodded, as an arrow glanced off my armor. I yelled at Laevatein, "Kill that archer!" Laevatein took her sister's silver sword, and threw it, at the archer, striking true as she impaled her head to the wall.
Flying up into the air, Cyclonus reared as a blast of wind caught us after flying for 3 minutes. I looked down, and realized that it was Gunnthra. Well...good thing we were a lot further away from her, so that none of us would end up as popsicles without sticks up our hinds.
Looking down below, the soldiers had already destroyed the military HQ, and the royal palace was next. This was good...we had distracted the royal family from doing their job, and now they were next.
Originally I had planned to capture the royal family, but this was a good option anyway. As Cyclonus neared them once more, I yelled out to the queen. "Queen of Nifl! You are now surrounded, and your city has been taken! We would rather not kill you, but if you keep offering resistance against us, I cannot guarantee your survival! I have spared the civilians, so please consider your options!"
The queen of Nifl yelled back, "Do you consider yourself to be some kind of savior? Do you expect us to surrender so easily?" I yelled back, "I hardly expect anyone to surrender, but I'd always be willingly to give them a chance to! And if you think I consider myself to be some kind of savior, I'm not! I'm just trying to minimize losses!"
She held up a tome, and started to chant a few words. "Behold...Nifl's secret weapon! Please, light up our darkest hour!" I frowned as she did so, and widened my eyes at the sight of the monstrosity that had formed before me, its horrifying yet majestic face glaring at me right in the eye.
"So...this is Jormungandr...the a**hole who has tried to conquer Nifl...I cannot allow this...also, I'm going to need to sleep another century after this, so please don't bother me again by living, you little sh*ts." the voice boomed, while the mouth moved in a snapping motion, seemingly aggressively.
Before me, was an image of a gigantic ice dragon, roaring in all of its majestic glory. "This will teach you never to come back again." I glared at it. "I dare you." I spurred the wyvern forward, circling around it and firing flames against it, to no avail.
It glared back at me. "n****, you look like an Eragon wannabe, look at this m*thaf*cka trying to be freaking Naga herself! You got tha courage, but you ain't got tha skin!" I reacted in surprise. I wasn't expecting so much enthusiasm in his voice, much less for him to talk like a gangster.
Cyclonus roared, and shot himself towards the ice dragon. The ice dragon responded by picking up a blizzard, and it opened its mouth, trying to eat the group of us. "Imma shove y'all down ma throat, right where the intestines live! It used be tongues and rods that went down there, but the enemy ain't too bad either!"
...for a divine dragon, he sure was talkative and dirty-mouthed. "Hey, why don't you stare down there?! Don't cha wanna see? Don't cha wanna see something long, brown and sticky? Don't be a bunch of spineless c*nts! I'm a m*thaf*cking dragon, of course I don't need no clothes!"
Keeping myself on Cyclonus, I ordered a bunch of wyvern knights to group up on this dragon. Launching ourselves towards him, fire spitting from the wyverns' mouths, the gigantic ice dragon instead responded by unleashing a gigantic blizzard. "I'M HIGH AS F*CK RIGHT NOW!"
The entire force of wyvern knights were blown back by the sudden force of snow. "YEAH! Y'ALL SEE MA SIZE UP HERE?! I GOT THIS FOR KILLING A C*KTON OF PEOPLE! THIS IS PROOF THAT I'M STRONG AND OP AS F*CK! BET CH'ALL P*SSIES CAN'T HANDLE THIS!"
As the lot of us kept on trying to suppress the storm, a figure jumped up. Hrid...he swung his weapon, and took down a wyvern knight. "YEAH, HRID! YOU SEE PAPA DRAGON KO-ING THESE LITTLE SH*TS WITHOUT EFFORT?! DADADADA, THE M*THAF*CKIN' DRACONIC N**** HAS COME TO TOWN! WATCH AND LEARN, P*SSIES!"
I glared at him, rather annoyed at the use of so much profanity. "Will you shut up?!" The ice dragon ignored me, and started to expel icy breath from its mouth. "NO NO NO, MARIJUANA! STAY INSIDE ME! LET Y'ALL TAAASTE MY LOVE!" I mentally face palmed...so this is what you get when a divine being gets on crack...it was kinda hard to take him seriously at this point.
I roared, "Vulcanus!" sparking my armor up in flames, in a desperate attempt to use my flames to protect the others from the incoming ice breath.
It glared at us, and dove at the soldiers, freezing them all up, much to my horror. They weren't encased in a blanket of ice, the effect was quite like Gunnthra's, like being frozen in to a bunch of ice statues.
"Y'ALL LOOK LIKE POPSICLES WITHOUT STICKS UP CHO A**ES! WE GONNA EAT BIG, PEOPLE! POPSI-PARTAE!"
I pointed Briedabilik at it, hoping that this nigh-useless-in-combat legendary "weapon" could help me. And then, everything went black.
1 hour later
Waking up in my bed, I looked at the time. Crap...I had to finish my work quickly. Opening up a portal, I headed into my room back at Earth near John Hopkins, and then came back to Muspell with the studies.
While I wrote down my homework, typing down an essay and writing out the details, doing a report on my film studies and editing clips, I called to any hero that was outside guarding the door. Periodically, it should be...nobody. Takumi and Reinhardt hadn't been revived yet.
I came out of my room, to meet Maria. "Oh...hello, Maria. Where are the others?" Maria twirled her little staff a bit. "They're all dead...the ice dragon killed them all." I frowned. "Wait...what happened? tell me the whole story!"
Maria looked at the ground, her face rather dejected. "I know my sister will live after you revive her...but the same can't be said for the Muspellians who were killed in the blast."
My eyes widened. That ice dragon...no, it couldn't have. "No, no...no...no...they're all dead?!" Maria rubbed her palms nervously. "Thankfully, they can only use it once...according to his words."
I nodded, keeping my calm, even when my mental world was crashing on the inside. Why had they died?...no, it wasn't just because of that dratted ice dragon. No...it was because I had ordered them to swarm the military HQ and the palace.
I could have prevented their deaths. I could have let so many of them, go back home victorious, to see their families and live to tell the tales of how they helped made the universe a better place for everyone. But now...they were frozen in an icy grave.
"So...are you going to revive everybody?" a familiar voice sounded, and I looked up at Katarina. "You survived?...how?" she sighed. "I was a bit too slow...I'm a horrible runner, and so when the ice dragon killed everyone, I managed to escape with a few other soldiers through the tunnels, including Helbindi."
I loaded a stamina potion into the Briedabilik, and fired it up into the air, reviving the heroes. I looked at them, with a dejected attitude in my voice and eyes. "...you can do whatever you want now. It's free time."
Heading back to my room, Katarina put her hand on my shoulder. "Jormugandr-" I looked at her. "Please...not now." She removed her hand from my shoulder and let me go back.
As I closed the door, I could see the look of sadness on her face. I knew what she was thinking, she was thinking about how I couldn't do anything at all. She most likely had romantic feelings for me, as I knew that she saw me as Kris, but at the same time, I only regarded her as a little sister.
I looked at her level. 39...I knew what her confession would be, so I stopped training her afterwards. I didn't want to face the pain that she would take if I told her that I wasn't romantically inclined with her, and only saw her as a little sister.
Heading back to my desk, I started to write my homework again, and edit clips. There was no internet here, but since all I needed was just the software, it was not much of a problem.
These people...I would never see them again. Heroes could be revived, but Muspellians couldn't. I knew that this was just life, that this was just the way of life...but it was still preventable. I could have deduced that they had a trap for us by Hrid's smug smile, the presence of their legendary weapons...but why couldn't I see it?!
Throwing a dagger into one of the targets, I glared at it. An image of my teachers and some friends appeared in my head. "No matter what, you cannot save everyone. What is the point of saving others anyway?"
Growling in my mind, I retorted, "Because it's the right thing to do." "What is the point of doing the right thing if there is nothing to benefit you?" "It's not about benefiting myself...even if I do feel good after doing the right thing, that's not the point."
"What the hell do you think you are?" I spun around, to see an image of my former girlfriend. She yelled at me, "It's all about you, right? Everything's about you!" I yelled back, "You always just wanted to make me look bad!"
"Stop playing the victim, Kyren!" "..." I didn't reply to her anymore. In the past, I had decided to make her hate me, so she could stop bugging me...but oftentimes, the visions still came back.
"We're in a tough world, Kyren. Wrong and right doesn't matter anymore." I whirled around to meet my brother. "Kenny!" He glared at me. "Don't give me that look, Kyren." I shook my head. "Kenny, there is a sense of wrong and right! Just because nobody knows what's wrong and right doesn't mean there isn't wrong and right anymore!"
"And what will they say, then? will they believe that you're correct?" "...look, they must accept it-" "How can people accept it if they don't like it?!" "Enough, Kenny! I'm doing this to create a better world-"
"And will they accept it?" I remained silent before speaking. "It doesn't matter whether if they'll accept it or not. What that matters is what's good for them...if they don't like it even with positive effects, then they're a bunch of ingrates. While I do care about opinions, I care more about effectiveness."
"You allowed so many people to die?" I turned around, this time to look at Kiran. "I knew that you were messed up...but I never knew you would do something like this!"
I glared at him. "Kiran, look-" "You always said that a leader was to defend his own, to protect the weak! Look at you now! You're the one of the only survivors, and-" "Sometimes I must sacrifice others for the greater good!"
"Maybe so, but it's not so much of a sacrifice if it's completely avoidable!" I glared at him. "You were never the one to say something like this! You always were the one to say gray morality and crap like that! Why do you care now?!"
"Because you're going back on your own morals, fool." I felt the pain on my face and rest of my body as I was punched to the ground. "Why don't you do the world a favor and disappear, Kyren?"
I woke up, tears down my face, and to my surprise, I found someone standing in front of me. "...you done now?" Laegjarn said, healed from staves and elixirs. I put my stuff away, into my bag.
"I can't do this anymore, Laegjarn. I'm going back to my world, permanently." She looked at me, saying nothing. I looked back at her. "Well...this is goodbye, then."
Before I could summon the portal to head back to my world, I felt my cheek suddenly sting in pain as she slapped me.
Omake
The ice dragon rose up, and looked at the army around him, as well as the figure in black armor and cape in front of him, with the mask of a phoenix. He yelled, "I requested to be summoned when a sh*tload of badasses showed up to destroy Nifl! Maybe like Muspell's mathaf*ckin draconic n****, instead what did I get? Some little guy calling himself Jormungandr, when he's a minuscule snippetf*ck who can't even wrap himself the whole world and pleasure himself orally! You look like Hiccup from how to train your dragon, but even weaker and even more pissed off! Look at that wyvern of yours! He may seem big and awesome, but I bet he's such a disgrace to his motha that she killed herself so she wouldn't feel his d*ck inside her! You all reek of fire that was stored inside someone's p*ssy, was then shoved down so hard your m*thaf*cking fire dragon's throat that you smell more like s*m*n load of sh*t! I'm gonna blow you so hard, you sensitive p*ssies are gonna scream so hard that you'd outmatch your fathers when they went to the brothel! You all signed up to bang the Niflems, but probably cried like sissies when they got a m*thaf*ckin ice n**** to f*k you all up! Imma shove my icicles so far and hard up yer a**es, I'd trigger a geological event that will change all history! And yes, fear me! Because i'mma make you unstoppable sex loving egomaniacal supremacisty c*k-blocking sh*tstains spew your ju-"
Naga glared at him. "Shut up. you're really noisy."
"Aw...it was getting fun. But with that...bye bye!"
The Muspellians began to scream as the ice dragon released his breath on them. One wonders why while he was giving his long speech, they didn't even attempt to run away.
thanks for reading! I'm sorry that I haven't updated this for a while, but hey, at least I did now! (okay...that was kinda lame) But anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and have a great time!
Edit: kids, don't do drugs. That was just for comedy purposes, but don't follow the ice dragon's example.
