" I grieve with you, but this is not the time my lord we need to retreat and gather more allies".
chapter 1
unknown pov
a blonde man walked through a dark alley way, he wore blue scaled Amor and brown leather pants on his left hand he carried a sheathed Katana one decorated with beautiful carvings of dragons, this was author the leader of the guild known as seraphim, and on his left was blue haired man that wore an ornate violet academic robe, and he held a staff decorated with beautiful jewelry, this man was known as Chris and he was one of the few remaining guild members of seraphim.
Author leaned on the wall nearest to him while Chris fell on to her knees, they looked ragged and completely exhausted,
"D-did the others make it." Chris asked he's voice catching between his throat, " No some got split off while others died holding that thing back." Author said his voice carrying a deep sadness.
" this is all your fault" Chris whispered ,
"what was that? " Author asked not catching what Chris had said, " I said" he repeated voice in a low tone " this is all your fucking fault!!" he yelled , Author flinched his words cutting through him like a hot knife through butter, but he did not speak it was better for him to get it all out than to bottled in, he knew that the words that would come from his friends mouth were true but it didn't mean that they wouldn't hurt.
he focused on his friends voice tuning in
to his loud rant " YOU, YOU JUST HAD TO PLAY THE HERO DIDN'T YOU, YOU COULDN'T LEAVE THAT BASTARD TO HIS MACHINATIONS, YOU JUST HAD TO BE A SELF RIGHTEOUS GREEDY PIECE OF SHIT, YOU COULDN'T REALISE THAT THIS WASN'T A GAME ANY MORE YOU JUST THOUGHT WITH YOUR DICK AND NOTHING ELSE TAKING WHAT WASN'T YOURS AND THINKING NO ONE COULD STOP YOU AND ." he let him continue not wanting to disturb him, " YOU JUST HAD TO PISS OFF THE GUY THAT HELD THE RECORD OF THE MOST WORLD ITEMS IN YGGDRISIL, AND TO TOP IT ALL OF YOU KILLED 6 OF HIS BELOVED SUBORDINATES JUST BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T HAVE SOME OF THEM IN YOUR LITTLE HAREM, OH OH NOT ONLY THAT YOU WERE DUMB ENOUGH TO USE A WORLD ITEM JUST TO SPITE THE SKELETON BASTARD, YOU WERE ALSO DUMB ENOUGH TO USE IT TO PREVENT HIS MINIONS FROM RESURRECTING " he winced at that recalling his brash action, " AND MY SISTER GOT CAPTURED BECAUSE OF YOU SHE'S PROBABLY GOING THROUGH GOD KNOWS WHAT TYPES OF TORTURE " he grimaced but let him continue he knew this conversation would let him grow in the future and give him better judgement.
he waited , and waited, he let his friend get yell,curse and let him get a few hits on him, letting him vent out his rage the old him would've fought back, the old him would've beaten any one that tried to hit him black and blue but this wasn't the old him.
for the first time in years he was humbled, he had thought himself strong and with that thought he grew lazy, he grew too dependent upon his power thinking no one would dare touch him, and with that came his downfall, the countries he and his friends had conquered and the kingdoms and cities that served them were turned to wastelands, an old enemy had returned and he had a new body. he had thought it would be easy his subordinates had grown stronger to a level old Yggdrisil players would have found it hard to beat without some sort of equipment. however he was proven wrong just one of his weakest subordinate decimated the entirety of his soldiers, and with that he knew that he would not win.
he had asked the dragon lords for help and they reluctantly agreed to help, they had launched a counter attack to the enemies recently built capital, however their enemy had shown himself and said two words that would forever haunt his dreams, as
[malevolent shrine ] after those simple words a shrine appeared its surroundings decorated with the skulls and bones of unknown beast.
The moment those words were spoken their power proved useless as they were quickly overwhelmed some of the dragons and a most of his friends losing their lives that day and the others that were injured or dying were captured, the greatest of the new world were simply eradicated the devastation caused by the spell went on cleaving through any obstacle and dismantling all its advisories its power did not wain until all found within were reduced to dust, once were there was an army of three hundred thousand soldiers each above level 129 were quickly reduced to nothingness and wasteland was left to forever remind people of what happened that day.
After that they had retreated and devised a plan one that could help them win the war, if they came to this world through magic what was stopping them from going to other worlds and "asking" them for help,
and with that plan they had to use their trump card the orouboros a world item similar to wish upon a star, the dragons had a wild magic and with the combination of a world item and tier magic they had made a gateway to different dimensions.
what they did not account for was a way to open and close the gate, and with such a massive oversight their operation nearly crumbled to the ground, they had quickly gathered different items and had departed
on a mission to free the new world, however their enemy had somehow known of their plans and had chased them through time and space and had scattered or killed their allies.
wich brought them to this moment , they were walking across a silent street it was late in the night and they would've been surprised if anyone was awake and walking, they walked for a few minutes until one of them noticed something "hey Chris above twelve o clock " author said and chris looked up at the billboard that hung on top of a roof of a building " Gotham city of Tommorow" he read out loud looking at the message written in bold letters.
