Chapter 9
Within the shadowy depths of the GrimmLands, Grogar, the satyr Faunus and master sorcerer, brooded over the recent developments. The loss of Changeling, who had been purified and killed by Ozma, was a significant setback. Despite this, Grogar's mind was a maelstrom of plans and schemes, always a step ahead in the intricate game of power and survival.
"Now that we've lost Changeling, I must admit that I am very impressed by Ozma's latest pawn," Grogar mused aloud, his voice echoing in the cavernous hall. "He appears to be much smarter than that drunk crow, the cowardly Raven, and even that depressed fool Taiyang." He smiled a wicked grin that revealed his sharp teeth as he looked over the chessboard in front of him. The pieces represented the various players in this ongoing conflict, with Ozma's forces arranged meticulously on one side and his dark army on the other.
Watts, his sole Bishop, stood nearby. The man was a paragon of intelligence and strategy, a former scientist turned master of dark arts. Watts had proven invaluable in Grogar's schemes, particularly in his ability to create powerful Grimm genetically. His latest creation, the Hound, had become a formidable force due to the unique abilities gifted to it.
"Watts," Grogar called, his voice a low rumble. "Your creations have served us well. The Hound, in particular, has exceeded expectations. But with Changeling gone, we must redouble our efforts."
Watts stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and dark curiosity. "Indeed, Grogar. The Hound's tracking and combat capabilities are unparalleled, but we must continue to innovate. There are many more possibilities to explore within the realm of genetic manipulation and dark magic."
Grogar nodded, his gaze shifting to a map of Remnant sprawled across the table. "Our primary objective remains the same: to free Salem from her imprisonment, but to do so, we need the Relics of the Gods, which are locked away in the four schools. That is why we must locate the other six Titans as soon as possible so we can have them assist us in not only freeing Salem but destroying Ozma once and for all."
Grogar said before looking at Mountain Glenn.
"How goes the operation in Mountain Glenn? Have Cinder and Hazel reported on our progress with the abandoned train tracks?" Grogar asked before Watts replied.
"The operation is going according to schedule, and the Faunus from the White Fang makes for excellent manual labor. Their leader has others work through the nighttime while Cinder and Hazel keep any Grimm off their backs." Watts explained while being pleased with the results of the trial test that Grogar had set for the White Fang since he had doubts that they would be useful for anything other than manual labor and possible test subjects for his experiments with the Grimm Pools outside the castle.
"Excellent. I still have my doubts about this White Fang, but if they continue to give us excellent performance results, then I won't complain." Grogar said before asking about Tyrian and Marcus.
"And how are our Assassin duo and your latest creation, Hound? Have they been causing some chaos?"
"Indeed they have," Watts said before explaining their actions. "They've been making sure to avoid the Spider territories and keep a low profile, but thanks to the Chaos Crystal you gave them, they have been enjoying themselves in the other kingdoms, sowing discord among the people, and even killed a couple of people with Hound to test his capabilities."
"And?"
"They've been wonderful."
"Excellent. Your little dog would be an excellent Hunter, especially since we used the soul of that annoying silver-eyed annoyance as the catalyst for creating Hound. However, I fear that if the girl learns to harness her powers, then it'll be a problem, which is why Ruby Rose must deal with it as soon as possible, or at the very least, remove the problem itself."
Grogar said before Watts saw a smile grow on his master's face.
"And fortunately, I have located the one who can help deal with Ruby Rose and her little powers before she learns how to master them," Grogar said before looking at Watts.
"I will be retrieving the next Titan Grimm while I have another special assignment for you," Grogar said to Watts before generating his magic through his horns to create an image that terrified Watts until Alice appeared behind Watts and was excited to see a new Titan Grimm that her mother made back in the day.
"The next one is the Titan known as Wrath, but he was also known as Centirak," Grogar said before the image appeared. Alice squealed in excitement, while Watts was amazed but terrified of the Grimm.
This monstrous Grimm stood at an imposing height, towering over most Grimm, with a muscular and imposing upper body that resembled that of a heavily armored, demonic human. Its lower half is that of a powerful, jet-black horse with cloven hooves that crack the ground with every step.
His head was a terrifying fusion of a centaur and demonic features, along with a horse-like muzzle filled with razor-sharp teeth. Glowing red eyes that burn with the intensity of pure hatred, as well as two large, curved horns protruding from its forehead, crackling with red and black energy.
The upper body is humanoid but heavily muscled and covered in dark, chitinous armor plating. His skin is an inky black, with red veins pulsing just beneath the surface, giving it a fiery appearance. Spikes and jagged protrusions line its back and shoulders, adding to its menacing look.
Its arms are incredibly powerful, ending in large, clawed hands capable of crushing stone and metal. Red, fiery runes glow along its forearms, channeling its wrathful energy into devastating attacks.
The horse-like lower body is equally fearsome, with thick, muscular legs built for both speed and strength. Its hooves leave smoldering, fiery tracks as it moves, and it can rear up to deliver devastating kicks. A long, spiked tail lashes behind it, acting as both a balance aid and a weapon.
Grogar could tell they were amazed by the Titan's form and began to speak the story behind the Grimm.
"Long ago, in the ancient times of Remnant, when magic filled the land after the cowardly Brother Gods fled the world but before the rise of the four kingdoms and the establishment of Huntsmen, there existed a dark and terrifying Grimm known as the Wrathful Centirak. This creature was said to be one of Salem's most powerful and feared creations, crafted from the pure essence of Wrath and destruction."
"Salem, the Witch of Grimm, forged Centirak in her darkest moments, using her immense powers to mold the very embodiment of her rage and the sin of Wrath. She combined the strength and ferocity of a centaur with the evil energy of demonic forces, creating a Grimm of unparalleled might and cruelty. The Wrathful Centirak was not just a beast; it was a weapon designed to bring the world to its knees."
Grogar said while Alice was eating some more popcorn, Watts was fascinated by the power of the great Grimm before Grogar continued the history lesson.
"Centirak was unleashed upon the world during a time of great strife. Kingdoms were still forming, and humanity was struggling to survive in a world filled with Darkness. Centirak, with its immense power and destructive capabilities, wreaked havoc across the land. Entire villages were obliterated, and countless lives were lost to its fiery Wrath."
Grogar said while Alice cheered at the villages and people dying while Watts pondered who raised the child and influenced her...strange behavior.
"Legends tell of a time when the Wrathful Centirak laid siege to a grand city, its inhabitants fighting valiantly but ultimately falling before the Grimm's relentless onslaught. The city was left in ruins, a testament to the Centirak's devastating power and the futility of resistance against it. Centirak's reign of terror continued until Salem's ambitions brought her into direct conflict with the god's champion, Ozma. As the god's champion punished Salem, sealing her away for her transgressions and casting her into an eternal cycle of life and death, her control over the Grimm wavered. Unfortunately, without her direct influence, Centirak rampaged trying to find a way to free Salem."
Grogar said while Alice booed the scene with Ozma sealing Salem away and cheered for Centirak to kill Ozma's followers.
"Desperate to protect what remained of humanity, a coalition of Ozma and his warriors, wielding powerful relics and magic, confronted the Centirak. After a fierce and bloody battle, they managed to subdue the beast, but killing it proved impossible. Instead, they used their combined powers to petrify the Grimm, turning it into a massive, obsidian statue." Grogar said while the scene changed to Centirak roaring as he turned to stone.
"The legend of Centirak has been passed down through generations, becoming a cautionary tale and a symbol of the horrors that once plagued the world. The petrified form of the Centirak still stands in a forgotten, overgrown valley, a grim reminder of the past. Many believe that it serves as a guardian over a dark and ancient secret, the remains of a once-thriving civilization now lost to time. That is until now since I have located Centirak in the Obsidian Valley within the Shattered Highlands of the Kingdom of Mistral."
Grogar explained that Watts was surprised by the location since he had heard of that location before in the stories.
The Obsidian Valley in the Shattered Highlands was a remote and treacherous mountain range in Mistral's northern reaches.
The Highlands were known for their rugged terrain, cliffs, and dense forests, making the area difficult to access and largely unexplored. They are situated far from the main settlements of Mistral, such as the capital city of Kuroyuri and the coastal town of Higanbana.
The region was sparsely populated, with only a few small villages and isolated communities, which Grimm frequently threatened.
Fortunately, there was a path to the Obsidian Valley. Still, it was fraught with danger, requiring traversal through dense forests and narrow mountain passes due to the area being the home to numerous Grimm, deterring most from attempting to reach the valley.
As for its history, the Shattered Highlands are believed to be the site of the final battle where the coalition of ancient warriors confronted and petrified the Wrathful Centirak. Ruins of ancient fortifications and battlements are scattered throughout the valley, now overgrown and reclaimed by nature.
Legends also suggest that a once-thriving city or civilization existed in the Obsidian Valley, now lost to history. The petrified Centirak serves as both a monument to their struggle and a grim reminder of their downfall.
However, nowadays, only some venture into the Obsidian Valley, and those who do rarely return. The dangers of the terrain and the presence of aggressive Grimm discourage exploration. Scholars, treasure hunters, and some Huntsmen and Huntresses occasionally seek the valley, driven by tales of hidden relics and ancient secrets, but they are often met with peril.
Annoyingly, some Huntsmen and Huntresses are aware of the legend and keep a watchful eye on the region, ensuring that the statue remains undisturbed and that the prophecy of the Centirak's awakening does not come to pass.
"Don't worry dad! I can easily get in and restore Centirak with no problem. Grimm loves me, just like Orsa." Alice said with a smile before Grogar chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm.
"I admire your dedication towards our faction, but I shall be joining you while Watts works on the extra project I want him to do while we're gone," Grogar said before shooing her to the front of the castle to give them some time alone until Grogar speaks to Watts.
"As you know, Changeling was killed by Ozma, but the fool thinks she is gone like other Grimm; however, after I went to her corpse, I found what I was looking for within her body," Grogar said, producing two items from a magic circle.
A heart that seemed to be half dark and light, along with a familiar horn that was tainted with Grimm blood.
"T-These are-"
"Yes. Your project is to recreate Changeling by using the Grimm Pools. Creating Grimm is one thing, but restoring a Titan Grimm will be another project for a genius such as yourself, for it's obvious that the White Grimm purified Changeling. Still, it is possible to corrupt her and recreate her by using the pools to remind her of how humans and Faunus treated her, as well as Ozma's words. Can I trust you to do this?" Grogar asked while Watts looked at the two items before him until he looked back up and smiled at his master.
"Of course, Grogar. What are partners for? Plus, the idea of not only restoring a Grimm but also making them stronger? How can I say no to such a challenge?" Watts said before Grogar smiled in response.
"Excellent. I will leave you to it then." Grogar said, leaving Watts, who was excited to create a new and improved version of Changeling, which is why when he went back to his lab, he turned on the lights to reveal many brightly colored souls locked in cages before Watts laughed at them as his rings appeared on his hands. In contrast, many doll-like beings began to awaken.
"Wake up, my assistants! It's time to begin a new project!" Watts said with an excited glare in his eyes while the smile grew so wide it would've split him in two, for Watts is the genius of Atlas and the Corpse Collector when he awakened his Sacred Relic: The Rings of Death.
Meanwhile, with Grogar and Alice...
"So Centirak is capable of absorbing semblances? I thought that was Changelings thing." Alice said before Grogar explained the reason.
"Changeling could absorb semblances, but only she consumed them; however, Changeling had a limit of how many semblances she could consume since the other half of the souls would often rebel and harm her body, which is why she is more susceptible to absorb one's stamina and strength rather than their semblances unlike Centirak, who is capable of absorbing and using the semblances to make himself stronger. He converts the semblances into power that he makes into physical strength, durability, and stamina, making him a formidable tank against his enemies."
"And you want to use him to deal with Ruby to not only weaken her eyes but also to take her semblance?"
"Correct. Centirak was a deadly opponent to silver-eyed warriors since Summer Rose, the second to last of the silver-eyed warriors, was petrified of Centirak when another silver-eyed warrior lost her powers and almost her life." Grogar explained, which made Alice look at the satyr in awe before the path to the Obsidian Valley appeared as they walked through Kuroyuri.
"Such a shame that a beautiful village such as this was destroyed by the war and many innocent people suffered, all because of Ozma refusing to give the White Grimm a chance when they offered a way for peace," Grogar said, walking through the village square while riding on her Grimm's back and whistling at the destruction around them.
"Was this Centirak's work alone?"
"No. Centirak was sealed in his prison before the destruction of Kuroyuri. This was the work of a Titan Grimm. A Nevermore that became so powerful it single-handedly destroyed this village. Such a shame since there this was a wonderful vacation spot for me that allowed me to escape the chaos." Grogar said with a hint of sadness before the sound of hooves echoed through the streets, which made Alice and Orsa ready for a fight. Grogar merely rolled his eyes at the attempt to be threatening.
"Reveal yourself Nevermore! I am Grogar, and I will pass this village to get to Centirak!" Grogar shouted before a hiss was heard to reveal a massive horse-like Grimm emerge with a small imp-like Grimm on top of the horse, and its long arms were dragging in the ground while his head twitched with multiple arrows and swords in his back.
The Nevermore tilted his head up and looked at Grogar before howling at him to be threatening until a few humans appeared.
"Hold it right there, worshipers of the Darkness! Don't even move!" A man wielding a massive rounded steel shield on his back while he held a short-handed battle axe in his left hand.
Grogar, Alice, and Nevermore looked to see that there was a warrior who seemed to specialize in fighting with a spear, a man who was dressed as a mage and wielded a staff with the symbol of a certain dragon, and a thief who seemed to be holding a bow steadily.
"It seems that I was right in coming here since it appears that the Nevermore has come out of hiding while two worshipers of the witch and darkness are here." An old man wielding a spear made from the tusk of a White Grimm he and his comrades had slain.
"I am Parpatra Ogrion, leader of the White Dragons." Parpatra said while Grogar looked at them with Alice, showing some fear before hiding under Orsa's paws. Nevermore looked around before the leader spoke to them.
"Now, I must kindly ask you to either leave or die by our hands."
The air was then silent, and no one uttered a word until Grogar broke it by chuckling as if he had been told a funny joke before turning to see Parpatra in the eyes.
"Oh, I'm afraid you're mistaken, human, for you and your little comrades are about to die," Grogar said as his eyes glowed with power before blasting Parpatra into a busted tea shop with magic until the thief fired his arrow. It struck the Nevermore, making him howl before glaring at the man.
"Alice! Find a place to hide!" Grogar said, with Orsa taking her away from the fight before the others began to launch an assault. The axe warrior was charging at Grogar while the spear user dealt with the Nevermore.
Grogar, his eyes blazing with dark magic, raised his hand and summoned a barrier to deflect the axe warrior's attack. The clash of weapons and the roar of the Nevermore filled the air as the battle began.
The battle erupted with a fury, and Grogar stood firm, his presence commanding and terrifying. The axe warrior's blow deflected off the magical barrier with a resounding clang, and Grogar retaliated with a swift counterattack. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a surge of dark energy that slammed into the warrior, sending him sprawling across the ground.
"Fools," Grogar sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You dare challenge me?"
The spear user lunged at the Nevermore, his weapon aimed with deadly precision. The massive Grimm reared back. Its horse neighed loudly as its hooves reared up and began to repel the spearman furiously. The spear user barely managed to parry, the force of the hooves pushing him back.
The mage chanted incantations, his staff glowing with a brilliant light as he cast spells to aid his comrades. Bolts of energy shot toward Grogar, but the satyr deftly evaded them with little and no trouble, his agility surprising for his size.
"If that is all you're capable of," Grogar said before his eyes glinted with malice as he raised his left hand high into the air. "Witness the true power of darkness!" Grogar bellowed.
A torrent of dark energy erupted from the ground, ensnaring the axe warrior, mage, and thief in tendrils of shadow. They struggled, but the Darkness held them fast.
Meanwhile, Alice and Orsa took advantage of the chaos. "We need to find Centirak," Alice whispered to her Grimm companion. Orsa growled in agreement, and they slipped away from the fray, moving stealthily through the village ruins toward the entrance to the path where the statue of the Titan Grimm lay dormant.
Grogar continued to dominate the battlefield, his skills as a warrior and sorcerer overwhelming his opponents. With a swift motion, he conjured a sword of pure Darkness and clashed with the axe warrior, their weapons sparking as they collided.
The thief managed to free an arm and fired a Dust fire arrow, but Grogar caught it mid-air and snapped it in half with ease.
"You are all outmatched," Grogar taunted, his voice echoing with dark power. He unleashed a wave of dark fire, engulfing the thief and mage in flames. They cried out in pain, their bodies writhing as the fire consumed them until the fire ended with the duo collapsing while struggling to stand from the 'weak' flames Grogar used on them.
Parpatra, having recovered from the earlier blast, emerged from the wreckage of the tea shop, his eyes blazing with determination after seeing his comrade's condition. "I won't let you desecrate this place or my men any further!" he shouted, charging at Grogar with his spear.
Grogar met his charge head-on, their weapons clashing with a thunderous impact. "Your resistance is futile," Grogar growled, pushing Parpatra back with sheer strength.
As the battle raged on, Alice and Orsa navigated the crumbling village, their eyes scanning for any sign of Centirak's prison. They moved quickly but cautiously, aware that they were on borrowed time. The distant sounds of the fight urged them forward, thinking that Grogar wouldn't be able to hold off the White Dragons indefinitely.
"There!" Alice pointed, her eyes catching sight of a hidden entrance partially obscured by rubble. Orsa growled in acknowledgment, and they hurried towards it. The entrance led to the valleys, the air thick with an ominous presence.
Alice's heart pounded as they descended into the Darkness. "We have to be careful," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Centirak is no ordinary Grimm."
Orsa's eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, guiding them deeper into the chamber. They moved silently, every step bringing them closer to their goal.
Back in the village, Grogar and Parpatra continued their fierce duel. Grogar's mastery of both sorcery and physical combat made him a formidable adversary, but Parpatra's determination and skill were not to be underestimated. The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through the village ruins, the intensity of their fight growing with each passing moment.
"You can't win, Grimm!" Parpatra shouted, his voice filled with defiance. "We will protect this land and its people from your darkness!"
Grogar's eyes narrowed his expression one of cold fury. "We shall see, for I will not be denied!" Grogar roared, unleashing a devastating spell that shattered the ground beneath Parpatra's feet, causing him to fall into the earth.
Parpatra's eyes then glowed with a fierce resolve as he activated his semblance, Burst. In an instant, he moved with lightning speed, his form becoming a blur as he leaped out of the hole and closed the distance between himself and Grogar.
His spear struck out like a viper, aiming for Grogar's heart.
Grogar, however, was ready. With a swift motion, he conjured a barrier of dark energy that absorbed the impact of Parpatra's attack. The force of the strike caused the barrier to crack, but it held firm. Parpatra's rapid movements continued, his spear darting in and out, but Grogar's defenses were impeccable. Each blow was either deflected or absorbed, leaving Parpatra growing increasingly frustrated and fatigued.
"You think your speed can best me?" Grogar taunted, his eyes glowing with malevolent power. "You are nothing compared to the powers I command."
Parpatra's breath came in ragged gasps as the toll of his semblance began to show. His movements grew slower, and his attacks could have been more precise. Grogar seized the opportunity, launching a counterattack with a blast of fire magic that sent Parpatra sprawling to the ground.
Meanwhile, the battle with the Nevermore raged on. The thief, having freed himself from the tendrils of shadow, nocked another arrow and fired at the massive Nevermore Grimm to give them an advantage.
His eyes then became a targeted system as he activated his semblance: True Shot, which allows any projectile to hit its mark with ease and won't be stopped until it hits its target. However, it can only be used four times a day due to the strain it can put on his eye.
"Fire!" The thief shouted as he fired his four arrows, which were enhanced by fire and ice dust. The arrows found their mark, embedding themselves in the creature's upper body. The Nevermore screeched in pain, as did the horse, its movements becoming more erratic.
The axe warrior, seizing the opportunity, charged at the Grimm with a battle cry, his weapon cleaving into the horse's head. The mage cast a spell of Gravity Dust, restraining the Nevermore's arms and allowing the spear user to land a decisive blow. With a final, ear-splitting shriek, the Nevermore collapsed, its body dissipating into dark smoke.
"We did it!" the axe and spear warrior shouted triumphantly, turning to face Grogar. The mage and the thief joined them, their eyes fixed on the satyr who now stood alone against them.
Grogar's expression remained unfazed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Impressive," he admitted, "but your victory is short-lived."
Parpatra struggled to his feet, his determination unwavering despite his exhaustion. "We will not let you pass," he declared, his voice steady.
Grogar's eyes narrowed. "You are out of your league," he said coldly, raising his left hand before he sent a surge of dark energy that burst forth aimed at the group.
The mage quickly raised a protective barrier using Earth Dust to create the barrier, but the force of Grogar's attack shattered it instantly, sending all five warriors sprawling. Grogar advanced, his presence looming and menacing.
Back in the valley, laid the statue of Centirak, which made Alice look at the statue in awe and a bit of fear since she was strong, but she mostly relied on her Grimm to fight her enemies to weaken them before killing them, in fact, the only real fight she had was with Ruby. She was lucky to take her off guard as well at the right time, thanks to her semblance.
Alice then placed a hand on the statue before bringing out a vial of the Grimm Pools and pouring it on the ground, which began to form a circle around the statue.
Afterward, in a solemn and powerful tone, Alice raised her hands towards the towering form of Centirak, his petrified body looming over her like a silent sentinel of Wrath and destruction. The air around her seemed to thicken with ancient magic as she began to chant, her voice carrying the weight of ages:
"From stone to flesh, from Darkness deep,
Awaken now from timeless sleep.
Break free, O Centirak, ancient and bold,
Let your fury and might unfold.
By Salem's will and darkest art,
I call to you, from realm apart.
Rise again, with a vengeance true,
Your power unleashed your purpose anew.
Shatter the chains of ancient lore,
Embrace the world like never before.
Centirak, arise and be unbound,
In this hour, let your Wrath resound."
As Alice spoke the final words, a surge of energy pulsed through Centirak's petrified form. The obsidian statue cracked and crumbled, revealing the monstrous Grimm within. Centirak's glowing eyes blazed with renewed vigor as he emerged, free from his ancient prison, ready to wreak havoc upon the world once more.
"Centirak," she whispered as the seal shattered completely, revealing the monstrous figure of the ancient Grimm.
Centirak emerged from the shattered statue prison he was in, his massive form towering over Alice and Orsa. His red eyes glowed with a menacing light, but he did not attack. Instead, he remained silent, his gaze fixed on Alice.
"You are free now, Centirak," Alice said, her voice steady despite the immense presence before her. "Grogar needs your help. We are in the middle of a battle, and your power is needed."
Centirak's eyes flickered with understanding. With a nod, the ancient Grimm turned and made his way out of the valley, his heavy footsteps shaking the ground.
Alice steadied her hand while an excited grin grew on her face, hoping to see Centirak in battle once he faced Ruby Rose.
Back on the battlefield, Grogar sensed the awakening of Centirak. A smile spread across his face as he felt the powerful presence drawing nearer. The four warriors, battered and exhausted, readied themselves for another assault, but their resolve wavered when they saw Centirak approaching.
"Behold, your doom," Grogar announced, his voice echoing with triumph.
Centirak stepped into the village square, his presence overwhelming. The humans could feel the immense power radiating from him. With a cold, predatory smile, Grogar raised his arms, and tendrils of dark energy shot out, latching onto the warriors.
The thief tried to fire another arrow, but it was too late. Grogar's tendrils began to drain their stamina and aura.
Centirak smiled as his horns charged up before he opened his mouth to absorb their essence and souls, which was successful as the mage, thief, spear, and axe warrior yelled while Parpatra, watching in horror, struggled to his feet.
He was the last one standing. His comrades had already fallen. He clutched his spear tightly, knowing he was no match for the creature before him, but determined to fight to the end.
Centirak turned his attention to Parpatra, his smile widening. "You have courage, human," he rumbled. "But it will not save you."
Parpatra's eyes blazed with defiance. "I will not let you harm anyone else," he vowed, raising his spear.
Grogar watched with satisfaction as Centirak advanced on Parpatra. The ancient Grimm moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Parpatra lunged, but Centirak easily deflected the attack, swatting the spear aside with his left hand.
With a single motion, Grogar's tendrils wrapped around Parpatra, lifting him off the ground. Parpatra struggled, but his strength was rapidly fading.
"Any last words, human?" Centirak taunted, his voice a deep, mocking growl.
Parpatra's eyes met Grogar's. "We will stop you," he said, his voice weak but filled with resolve. "One way or another."
Centirak tightened his grip, and Parpatra's body went limp, his essence completely drained. The last of the warriors fell, leaving Grogar and Centirak alone in the devastated village square.
Grogar approached Centirak, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Well done, Centirak. Now that you are here, our enemies will not stand a chance against us."
Centirak nodded, his red eyes still glowing with power. "As you command, Grogar," he said, his voice echoing with dark promise. "Though I must ask, what has happened while I was sealed away in my prison?"
"Ah, now for that, it'll be a long conversation," Grogar said before walking towards the run-down tea shop, using some magic to clean it up and preparing a pot of tea to boil with his favorite tea leaves.
"Come, have some tea while we chat. I'll also provide some food for us while we enjoy ourselves." Grogar said, wanting Centirak to know that he had no I'll intentions, which the centaur was fine with since he recalled how Salem was working with the satyr when he was still alive.
Together, they began to enter the tea shop, with Alice and Orsa emerging from their hiding place, joining Grogar and Centirak as they moved toward their ultimate goal.
To build a new world where Salem, Grogar, and the Titans are the rulers of their world.
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I hope you enjoyed it since I wanted to show Grogar's actions and plans after the Changeling episode. As for Watts, his Sacred Relic is actually a dark version of Twilight Healing since it not only harms others even more but allows the user to control and manipulate souls.
Now, as for Alice's fear, her fighting style is mostly having her Grimm do most of the fighting. At the same time, she waits for the enemy to be weakened if they're too strong for her to deal with, which is why when dealing with Ruby Rose, Alice got lucky since Ruby was emotionally hurt, and Alice's semblance helped her stay on top of Ruby.
As for Centirak, I got the idea from MLP villain Tirek and also wanted to make a darker Grimm version of him.
Oh, and for the Champions of Humanity chapter, the poll is created on my profile, and as for the two Rulers and Berserkers...
Well, you'll have to see and find out.
See you next time! Ta-Ta!~