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Long ago, there existed a nation called Iaia, in which the land prospered, crops and resources provided from an unknown pit at the centre of the land known only as the Dungeon. For many years, the people of Iaia lived off of the Dungeon's fruits, for which life energy emanated from the pits to sustain the various crops growing on the surface.

However, one day, the Dungeon stopped supplying the nation with its energy, and soon the nation of Iaia suffered a large widespread famine. Crops would not grow, leading to a decline in food and medicine. Water was not purified, causing a widespread epidemic to plague the land. Because Iaia was secluded from the rest of the world, with little to no connection to the outside, the people of Iaia suffered for years, until one day, a group of seers and priests came together to pray to the gods for salvation and repentance.

For months on end, the priests came together and prayed to the gods, until one day, the goddess Demeter, along with her disciple, Paladin Koloth descended from the heavens to warn the mortals of the true nature of the Dungeon. The Dungeon was a massive labyrinth created in ancient times to house monsters, and as monsters died, their souls would ascend the Dungeon to the surface. However, due to the monsters being impure, they are unable to enter heaven, and so, instead, spread to the surface of the land, their life energy supplying the world through bountiful harvest. Over time, as the nation of Iaia continued using this resource, their numbers continued to climb, but the deaths of the monsters did not, causing a deficit in the life energy supplied to the land. To continue to live, the people of Iaia must descend the Dungeons to kill monsters.

Praising Demeter, the numerous people of Iaia swore their allegiance to the goddess, begging for her to stay and watch over their nation. Taken aback by the sincerity of the mortals, as well as feeling satisfied with the increase in her followers, Demeter decided to stay and watch over the people, tasking Koloth with establishing a Folia Level System after his fellow Paladin, Folianon, the Paladin of Harvest and blessing the mortals with the power to become stronger, and wield magic. Equipping the mortals with a means to fight monsters, soon, many became trained to become the first adventurers of Iaia.

However, as Demeter continued being worshipped, the other gods in the heavens were not happy with the attention Demeter was getting, and decided to descend to the mortal realm themselves to also obtain followers. Realizing the potential for another divine war, Koloth suggested the creation of Legions, groups of humans would choose the deity they want to worship, and the deity may choose those who would be fit to be their followers.

Soon, Legions began to form, with the big three, Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades, Legions being the strongest, and some Legions being smaller than others due to the certain deities being less prominent than others. And for many years, adventurers of these Legions would descend the Dungeon to hunt and kill monsters, becoming stronger and establishing a trade system for monster shards to validate their contributions to the land.

The gods would return to heaven, with the Legions continuing to frequent the Dungeons and to become stronger, until the nation of Iaia prospered by these adventurers. The day Demeter and Paladin Koloth had come down from the heavens became mere folk tales, after centuries of prosperity, and with this, the rise of adventurer legends soon dominated the scribes, such as Leonidas Swallowtail of the Hades Legion, being the only Level 12 adventurer in existence, and Alexander Rosewald of the Aphrodite Legion, the greatest swordsman in the entire land.

R5

Nothing would go wrong, Ben said.

We were going to be fine, Ben said.

I guess he was half right, because the moment we were warped to Folia, we seemed to be on the right course. But then Sammy decided to jinx the whole operation by shouting:

"We good, boys. What can possibly go wrong?"

I glanced at Merrow, as she gazed at the opening of the wormhole, her eyebrows were furrowed. I lived with her long enough to know that whenever she was worried, her eyebrows scrunch up.

I reached out, but hesitated, stopping myself. Even if I tried to say something to her, I wouldn't know the right thing to say. I kept to myself as I brought my hand back down, dissolving into the mist of molecules that were dissipating and reassembling before my very eyes.

"Keep your emotions out of this." Ben said, his one eye reticule kept focusing and zooming in and out.

"I know." Merrow responded.

Ben turned to us.

"One of you is letting their emotions run wild. We need to keep it restrained. Multiversal travel through boom tube technology opens us up to attack if we generate a signal."

Merrow, Deacon, and Ben all gave me a disapproving look. I threw up my hands.

"What?! Why are you guys assuming it's me?!"

Deacon readjusted his sleeves.

"Out of all of us, we all learned to harness our emotions. The most likely people who would fuck up this operation are either you... or..."

Deacon's face paled.

"Great." He muttered, as everybody turned to Sammy, who's hands were inches from his mouth. Knowing him, he was probably biting his nails.

"Sammy..." Merrow put her hand on his shoulder.

"What?" Sammy perked up, jolting to our position.

"What's up? I didn't do anything. I'm taking this mission super serious for once."

"For once?" Deacon yelped.

"I need to make things right. I swear by it. On my life."

"Sammy-" Ben warned him, but Sammy kept going.

"Leah. I owe her that much. And not just Leah. It must be fate that she ended up in Iaia. Or I mean Folia. I've done so much messed up shit in the past, I need to atone--"

"Sammy!" Ben grabbed his ear, his face stern.

"What?!" Sammy snapped, his face contorted in irritation, when suddenly, a boom emitted from our surroundings.

"What the hell was that?!" I yelped. Deacon floated in front of us.

"Sammy's emotions. They've alerted them. Ben, what do you see?"

Ben put his voice encoder away and reached into his new overcoat and pulled out several orbs, each floating around us in a circular hexagonal grid. Sentry Orbs.

The Sentry Orbs all opened up revealing little modules which shot a beam of cyan light from one another, encasing us in a protective field. Then several mini drones were released from each one, dispersing around our vicinity, as Ben's cybernetic eye from his mask glowed a brighter cyan.

Energy Signatures. Ben's voice resonated in our mind.

Two Acolytes, and a much larger aggregate of power coming our way from behind them. ETA: twenty seconds.

Deacon powered up, his hands burst into black and orange flames.

"Acolytes. Do you know which ones they are?"

Ben shook his head.

Sammy spun around, and powered up as well, but I stopped him.

"Don't. Your powers will destroy the orbs around us."

"But-"

"Sammy, you've done enough." I heard myself say, as I instantly regretted it. Sammy sulked and looked down in shame.

"I- Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

Mean. Meaning. Emotions. I love emotions.

A pale face with pure black pupils suddenly appeared in front of me. I froze up, as it cackled, revealing extremely sharp teeth that opened up to swallow me whole.

I tried to lift my hand in response, but I wasn't fast enough. It all happened so fast, but Merrow materialized in front of me, swinging her trident and disintegrating the Acolyte instantly. Swirls of water orbited her as she thrust the palm of her hand forward, unleashing a wide conical blast of Hydropower and knocking the other Acolyte back.

The Guardian is strong. She is too strong for me. The Remnants are protected by their creator's protector.

The Acolyte regrouped with the other, as they began to swirl with one another, sending blasts of darkness our way. Merrow brought her trident up and spun it with lightning flash speed, as blue and green electricity crackled from the Hydropower storm she was brewing.

It was times like this where I was once again reminded of how strong Merrow really was.

I, along with my fourteen brothers always hogged the spotlight, because we were the Remnants of Decen. We were the Remnants of the Paladin of War. This was our story. But even so, I always found myself forgetting that none of this would have happened.

None of this.

Adventuring with my family.

Fighting crime.

Being a hero.

Being the Floating Man.

None of this would have happened if it wasn't from the guidance of Merrow.

It was Merrow who brought us all together so far, and will continue to unite our kind.

During those eight years, we all found developments in our powers and our abilities, becoming stronger and stronger.

But even so, it wasn't like Merrow wasn't doing anything.

After all...

I watched as Merrow leapt into the air, bringing her trident back.

"You two will not lay a hand on Decen's Remnants. By my name, as Guardian Merrow Rivenlight, I will protect the remains of War."

Merrow launched slash after slash, as a massive conical cyclone blasted the Acolytes back.

Merrow returned to Ben's matrix, turning to us, her green hair fluttering wildly.

Out of all of us here.

Merrow worked the hardest.

She was always working hard since day one.

Deacon narrowed his eyes.

"What is that over there?"

Ben turned around.

"There were three signatures."

"You don't mean-"

We heard a yelp, as I instinctively spun to the sound. My heart crawled into my throat.

"Sammy!"

Deacon charged forward, but the figure who had breached our wall grabbed Sammy and leapt back.

Ben took out his gun and aimed, but hesitated.

Because in that split second Ben had drawn his weapon, the figure did the same.

One false move, and this one will return to his body. You're smart, aren't you, Warchild? Will you risk the gamble?

Ben lowered the gun.

I turned to Ben, my eyes wide.

"What are you doing?!"

Ben shut me up.

"This is the third signature. The one that was greater than the rest. I can't do anything against an opponent who is both strategically superior and more dextrous than me."

Merrow and Deacon powered up, with Hydropower and Demonfire respectively, but there wasn't much they could do, with Sammy at gunpoint.

Sammy struggled, but the Acolyte pressed the barrel against his throat.

I possess reflexes far beyond the limits of comprehension. The moment you choose to dissipate your body, my blaster would have already killed you.

"Sammy..." I muttered.

Merrow gritted her teeth.

"What do you want."

The Acolyte looked at the Guardian.

Lord Mogul informs me of a Remnant who is far stronger than his kind. A power level that is so absurd, that it defies imagination. He wishes for this one to be out of the picture for a bit.

A bead of sweat ran down my neck as Ben eyed the Acolyte.

"I know who you are."

A smile crept on the Acolyte's face.

Do you now, Secondborn?

Ben retained his stoic expression.

"Ullr, the Norse God of Archery. Why have you come to interfere? Is the very presence of Samael enough to cripple the Prime Aspect's plot?"

Ullr tilted his head.

Not quite. Unlike the rest of the Acolytes, Mogul has given me the freedom to do things on my own accord. Samael is a catastrophe class even among the catastrophes, far stronger than anyone present. Having him in your little quest would make it too easy. I don't like... easy.

Ben continued. And from the corner of my eye, I noticed a couple of the orbs in the matrix shift, concealed gun barrels aimed directly at Ullr.

"Your motives are childish. They serve no purpose in the grand scheme of-"

They don't. You are correct. As a matter of fact, I was created by Lord Mogul to oppose you, Secondborn. Each Acolyte of the higher ranks is tasked to dispatch a specific Remnant. Of the members in this party, the biggest threats, is Samael, and the Warchild.

Ben's expression didn't change.

"And he believes creating one with more dexterity and marksmanship is enough to defeat me?"

Not just those two. Ullr smiled, as he lifted his foot. To my disbelief, he was barefooted, and wielding a gun with his toes.

What in the hell...

I possess something that you don't.

Ullr spun around, launching a back roundhouse with his leg, and firing, shooting out the orbs that were aimed right at him before Ben could even react. And naturally, since Ben couldn't react in time, neither could us.

Ullr turned back to us, as Sammy was flung around like a ragdoll in the Acolyte's grip.

I possess free will, Benjamin Fong. And my free will says... to get rid of Samael.

Sammy's eyes went wide. And I found myself stepping forward, my emotions getting the best of me.

"What the hell do you mean get rid of Sammy? He didn't even do anything! We're just here for surveillance and getting our hostages back! He isn't going to mess with your plans or Mogul's plans or anything!"

Ullr turned to me with those deadpan grey eyes. Eyes that were so analytical and sharp they almost pierced my soul.

This isn't a matter of Lord Mogul's plans, Fifthborn. This is just who I am. I don't like people who cheat through life, people who breeze through things. Having Samael on your side poses a problem in both power and identity.

"Identity...?" My voice trailed off.

Ullr gave me a sympathetic and confused look.

Oh? You don't know? What Samael really is? To both the people of Folia and to all worlds he has destroyed?

"What are you talking about? Sammy? What is he talking about?"

Merrow stepped forward.

"That's enough. Let go of Sammy. There's no reason to do any of this. You said it yourself. This has nothing to do with Mogul. Just let him go!"

Ullr cut Merrow off.

No. It seems you lot are a bit out of the loop. It's weird. Everybody knows what Samael is. Yet the people who should be the closest to him know nothing about him. Of what he is. What he truly is.

My memories began to race, back in time. Further and further back as I recalled things from our last mission together.

When we arrived in Arman and Rei's high school.

When Odin battled us.

He called Sammy something.

He called Sammy a...

"No way." I stammered.

Sammy's face was pale. I wanted to say something nice, or positive, but the shock was too much for me. I guess it didn't hit me at the time because there were so many things happening at once. Odin corrupting Arman. Sammy not doing shit. Kanade and I trying to evacuate everybody.

But now that I remembered it, the more it hit me.

What was that one being in every isekai anime that was feared by everybody?

That was the epitome of fear and destruction?

The ultimate evil that plagued and terrorized the world, the world of warriors, adventurers, mages, and heroes?

I looked at Sammy again, as Ullr finished my thought.

Your team doesn't need Samael. For he is too powerful. I want you guys to do your quest with your own strength.

Ullr pushed Sammy out of the matrix as we rushed forward, but it was too late.

Find your way. Ullr said, as he let go of Sammy, forcing the Remnant to go hurtling out of the spacetime tunnel.

"AAAAAHHH!!!" Sammy yelled, as his voice dissipated into nothingness. We all rushed to our brother, but there was nothing we could do, as Sammy crashed out of the walls of the tunnel and hurtled into the unknown.

Deacon blasted forward to slice at Ullr, but Ullr dissipated into black smoke as his voice also began to fade, but not before delivering one final sentence confirming everything I suspected so far.

Find your own way.

Great Demon Lord Samael, The Devourer of Worlds.

R4

To say that today had not been my finest hour was perhaps the understatement of the week.

Not only did I get separated from the group.

But my identity as a Demon Lord was revealed.

And now, I was free falling from probably a million feet from the sky, plummeting to the ground like the world's first idiot comet.

It's almost like every moment I'm in this place I've plagued with bad luck. Like, come on.

Iaia of all places?

Seriously?

Why would Leah even be here?

How did she even get there?

I opened my mouth to scream like a little bitch, but all the air was sucked out of my lungs from the wind pressure.

Realistically, this isn't a problem. I could easily have just stopped my momentum with Stormbringer. Or I could just dissolve into shadows and shadow jolt to the ground. Or even just teleport there. But Skylar's shackle system was keeping me from using even two percent of my power.

Wait, was it two percent?

Honestly, I wasn't even listening to Ben when he was explaining it.

All that was going on my mind was...

Damn. My past was quite literally coming back to me in my face.

I crossed my arms as I continued falling.

I guess since I'm waiting, I might as well give some explanation. I bet it came as quite a shock to you disgusting anime otakus that your favourite Remnant here is a full fledged Demon Lord. And no. I'm not joking. It's not even a title.

In the land of Iaia, it's what you would expect from a generic isekai adventure cliche.

Adventurers. Heroes. Monsters. Dungeons.

And if you're super into the isekai genre...

Levels. Skills. Magic. Gear.

You can find them all here. They follow a Level system to classify the power of an adventurer. When I was there, the strongest adventurer was a guy called Leonidas Swallowtail. He was Level 12.

To put it in perspective, a top tier adventurer is around Level 8-9.

To advance a level, you need to do something drastic. The people of Iaia called it a feat.

So you can imagine how many wacky adventurers Mister Swallowtail went on to get to Level 12.

And in Iaia, just as there are heroes, adventurers, and good guys.

There are bad guys.

Monsters.

And higher, stronger monsters, called Demons.

And all these demons would, as you expect, typically serve an extremely powerful being called a Demon Lord. Being a Demon Lord has a couple of perks. Like... being feared by everybody as one of the most ancient and primal evils in the world. Having millions of legends and fables written about you.

If you're lucky minstrels might even write songs about how you brought fear and suffering in the world.

In Iaia, there are eight Demon Lords.

Being called a Demon Lord is a huge deal. That's equivalent to being called a god. Except... well, you're not a god. You're a demon... lord...

Even among the Demon Lords, there is hierarchy. Ranks, I guess.

Two of the Demon Lords are considered A rank. Demon Lord Asta of the Inferno and Demon Lord Oberon of the Woods.

Four of the Demon Lords are S rank. Demon Lord Raya Queen of the Succubi (I'm not joking), Demon Lord Ronnegar the Beast King, Demon Lord Weyland of the Machines, and Demon Lord Varus the Great Berserker.

The last two Demon Lords are given their own rank. Special S. This is where things get spicy.

Special Rank S Demon Lords are estimated to be at least ten times stronger than S Rank Demon Lords.

The two Special S's are Great Demon Lord Niki the Annihilator and Great Demon Lord Gamen the Father of Chaos.

Niki in particular, is one of the strongest beings in existence in Iaia. She was the most ancient and oldest of the Demon Lords. As if that wasn't intimidating enough, she's got literal Demon Lord followers. Asta, Oberon, Raya, and Ronnegar all serve Niki after losing to her in a nation-wide war. The thing with Niki was, whenever Niki's nation waged war, it wasn't her nation that fought.

Niki alone was enough to win.

And that was how she beat the other Demon Lord nations. All by her own hands.

Oh, also, she's a loli.

You might be wondering where I stand in the Demon Lord council. Well, I'm considered in between. When I rampaged in Iaia (not too proud of that by the way), the other Demon Lords took notice of my actions, and decided to label me a Demon Lord. By being recognized as one, I was magically gifted the powers of a Demon Lord which was probably what broke the divine seal in me that was suppressing my power to go beyond 75%.

Stronger than the S Rank Demon Lords, but weaker than Niki and Gamen.

So Half Special S?

FOOMP.

Foomp?

I opened my eyes, as I found myself staring at the sky.

Well, sky was probably not the right word for it.

The "sky" was made of luminescent crystal.

I must have accidentally turned on my darkness and phased through all the grounds. And if I phased through the ground, I must be underground.

I looked around my surroundings at the forestry. Several monster bunnies emerged from the shadows and gazed at me inquisitively.

"I'm in the dungeon." I concluded, as I got to my feet.

How deep was I? If there were adventurers here, I shouldn't be too deep. But if there were none... that meant that I was so deep that Iaia, no. Folia hadn't progressed to this floor yet.

I brushed the dirt off my denim jacket.

"Damn." I muttered, as I walked up the rocks and followed a stream.

I inspected the shackle system on my wrist. There were four tattoos. I was guessing those were the layers. Right now I was at Shackle Layer Four. At Layer Four, I couldn't even teleport. But what I could do was phase and use my elemental umbralkinesis at small amounts.

Remember guys. Only remove a layer if it is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. There is a huge discrepancy in your power for each layer you remove.

I thought about the fried buttermilk buns Serah used to buy me back when I was in the Vala Legion. After a good day's work of chores. I could only get those in Iaia.

...and I couldn't get them in the Dungeon.

I looked at my tattoo again.

Absolutely necessary.

I was getting some major cravings.

I hovered my finger over the tattoo.

"Release restraints, Layer Three."

Suddenly my body flooded with power. I felt part of my essence return, filling my body with a fresh surge of strength.

I looked at the sky as two wings sprouted from my back.

Umbral Transformation - Dragonoid Form

I began to lift into the air.

Sweet buttermilk bread! Here I co-

"M- My lord?" A voice appeared from the corner of my vision. I stopped, slowly turning around. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Regis? Elite Four Regis?"

Regis knelt in front of me.

"The old seer Astolfos was correct. Our Great Demon Lord. The Devourer of Worlds has returned to this world. We have slumbered, ever since your departure, Great Demon Lord Samael. Your army and nation, in hiding, but still strong. We continued training ourselves and seeking strength in your absence. When the seer predicted your return to Iaia on the 150th floor of the Dungeon, we all migrated to the deepest depths of the labyrinth, awaiting your return."

From the shadows, more and more demons and monsters emerged. Mages. Orcs. Dark warriors.

Each and every single one of them, the dark and brooding face. Grim and ready for war.

Just like all those years ago when I led them.

Regis turned to my legion.

"Our master has returned from his journeys. For the longest time, we were hiding, avoiding, and hunted. But no longer. Arise, brothers and sisters. Arise. For our master. The strongest, greatest being. The Black Dragon who had brought terror and calamity to Iaia those many years ago has returned."

The legion stamped their weapons on the ground, bellowing in unison.

"Welcome home. Great Demon Lord Samael, The Devourer of Worlds".

I was speechless, as my ranks remained stoic. Regis approached me.

"My lord, is all well?"

I cleared my throat, calming myself down and not making it so obvious that I was in utter disbelief that the huge army that I never asked for all those years ago was still alive even after I left them.

"Yes. But I'll need some time with you in private. Update me on everything."

Regis ordered the legion to return to their barracks.

Regis led me to the throneroom. I tried my best to keep my mouth from hanging open.

The place was beyond elegant.

Elegant sculptures and decor everywhere. Gold trim, and stone pillars lined the entire place, and before me was a giant throne of bones.

Regis gestured me to sit.

"We have kept the throne of Samael untouched for your return. Please, my lord."

"Uh-" I cleared my throat.

"Thanks- er. Thank you, Regis." I sat down, ignoring the pain in my asscheek from the bones.

The Throne of Bones. Made of bones, obviously. But everybody knew who's bones these were. It was made a myth in thousands of old Iaian scribes. Of how the Throne of Bones came to be.

I took a deep breath, reminiscing.

The story of The Throne of Bones was no happy one.

Because those bones...

I remembered that day, when I broke into her chambers. Her chambers that was guarded by her most precious children of the Aphrodite Legion. I had a personal request for Aphrodite, and it wasn't anything to do with love, which she was a goddess for.

It was quite the opposite.

I went to Aphrodite's home for blood.

I closed my eyes, remembering what I told her, after I had left behind a trail of bloodshed.

"For the longest time, you gods have been playing this divine game. Acting like children, and throwing your squabbles and plundering this world in the making. Now, when one mortal has shown to surpass your power, one mortal, who has brought the very heavens to their feet with unstoppable, unavoidable power, has squandered your silly game, you repent. But it is too late, Aphrodite. Just as you had your Legion kill my family in the Vala Legion, I killed your children with my bare hands, your Legion, reduced to impaled bodies. You have angered the one mortal that should never have been angered. You have sealed your fate. How does it feel, Goddess? That you have singlehandedly caused the destruction of your world by The Demon Lord of Calamity, Samael."

That's right.

The Throne of Bones.

Was made of the bones of the children of Aphrodite.

Each member of the Aphrodite Legion had at least one bone taken from their corpse to make up the Throne.

That's what the scribes had written down, the story passed down for generations to come. But to them, it wasn't out of vengeance. The scribes claimed I did it out of my own entertainment.

Why would the story be twisted like I was the bad guy?

The answer was simple.

It's because I'm a Demon Lord.

And that in itself is enough justification to make me the bad guy.

In every story.

I closed my fist, as anger welled up inside me. Darkness swirling around me as I sat on my throne in silence. Even with Skylar's Shackle System set to Layer Three, my immense power was flooding the entire room.

Regis quickly peeked in.

"My lord! What has happened?"

I realized what I was doing and doused the darkness, clearing my throat.

"Nothing, Regis. Why're you here?"

Regis looked saddened that I said that. I guess it was kinda rude of me.

"I- Forgive me, my lord. It was because you requested an update from me. On the state of your nation amidst your absence from Iaia, now Folia."

Regis beckoned one of the guards at the door, and the guard beckoned another forward. Two demon ladies brought me a dark red cloak, and placed it around my shoulders.

"For the longest time, the Demon Lords ruled their nations. When you departed to visit Iaia, the Demon Lords were intrigued. And upon learning of your destruction of the entire lands, and how you fought back all the gods, adventurers, and heroes of Iaia, the Demon Lords realized that the gods were not as powerful as they once thought. Because of that, when you left the world, the other nations decided to invade."

"They destroyed Iaia?"

Regis shook his head.

"No. Iaia was already destroyed by you, the gods were nearing defeat. The first nation to arrive was the nation of Demon Lord Ronnegar. However, there was nothing left for them to rule. Angered by this, Lord Ronnegar threatened us. Your nation. For wasting his time on fruitless efforts."

I leaned forward.

"Huh?! How the hell is this my fault?"

Regis paled. I slowly slid back in my throne. Sometimes I forgot how threatening I was to these people.

"Continue." I said.

Regis continued.

"Ronnegar's nation waged war against us, and there were heavy casualties on both sides. Demon Lord Ronnegar himself, challenged you, Demon Lord Samael, to battle, but you did not come. Insulted, Lord Ronnegar called you a coward. We did not take this lightly."

Regis looked down.

"We fought with increased vigor, weakening Ronnegar's nation in exchange for our own. The Elite Four, myself included, decided to fight Demon Lord Ronnegar in your stead."

My heart dropped.

No.

Why would they do that? Did they not realize how powerful a Demon Lord was?

"And that is why the other three Elite were not present." I deduced. Regis' sullen expression confirmed it.

"I was the only survivor. Demon Lord Ronnegar kept me alive, telling me that when you return, that I inform you that his challenge remains. Lord Ronnegar then ordered his nation to retract, but not before crushing your nation with his bare hands."

I clenched my fist.

"Where is that mutt now?" I asked, my voice dangerous.

Regis looked at me.

"Euthansia. His domain has increased since crushing us."

"Then it's time I paid him a visit."

I got up from my throne, but not before Regis called me.

"There is also one more thing to know, my lord."

"Yeah?"

Regis sighed.

"The world has changed greatly since your leave. But the land up there, a majority of it is no longer distributed among the Demon Lord Council the same way."

"What do you mean?"

Regis looked me in the eye.

"The Annihilator. The most ancient of the Demon Lords. Great Demon Lord Niki has taken control of 85% of the land. Almost all of the S Rank Demon Lords now serve her."

I gritted my teeth.

Niki the Annihilator.

In terms of raw power alone, hers surpasses mine, by at least five times.

"85%? What about Gamen?"

"Great Demon Lord Gamen controls the other 15%. The lands are split between the two Ancient Demon Lords, with Niki controlling the majority just from her sheer overwhelming power. Demon Lord Ronnegar, although his nation grows greatly through Euthansia, is under the jurisdiction of Great Demon Lord Niki."

Regis pointed at the sky.

"To destroy Demon Lord Ronnegar's nation, will mean declaring war against Great Demon Lord Niki."

R7

They say the greatest of adventurers are those born from the greatest losses.

That was something that Vala, my goddess of the Vala Legion always told Flock and I whenever we went to the Dungeon. And I guess there was merit in that, because one of the most famous adventurers in Folia right now, Calypso Rosewald, had come from great loss.

Her father, Alexander Rosewald, King of Blades, was a great adventurer. He was always part of the Dungeon Expedition, a party of Folia (Iaia at the time)'s top adventurers, who would brave new floors of the Dungeons and clear them. Almost every milestone of humanity was owed to Rosewald and the Big Three Legions. Despite not being part of the Big Three Legions, since he was a member of the Aphrodite Legion, Rosewald was always one to be looked down upon at first glance. But this dude would work hard, from his first day as an adventurer. Until he became so powerful that he could stand with the best.

The reason why the King of Blades was so famed wasn't just because he was strong. There were plenty of strong adventurers. Like Leonidas Swallowtail, the only Level 12 at the time. But Alexander because strong from essentially nothing.

The dude was famous because he stood for the very definition of hard work pays off.

Alexander was a hero. To the people of Iaia, and especially to his daughter. Calypso Rosewald.

Then one day, the dragon came. The Demon Lord Samael, Devourer of Worlds came upon the land.

And took him away.

Rosewald wasn't the only hero who had died to the dragon. Many others did too. In fact, pretty much the entirety of the Big Three Legions were wiped out by a monster that was far stronger than any monster encountered by any adventurer. His power was so frightening that he was dubbed The Black Dragon.

With the Big Three Legions destroyed, much has changed in Iaia. The city was changed to Folia. The current top Legion is now the Venus Legion, with the strongest adventurer now being a guy called Oxar Uxas.

Yeah fuck that guy.

The two of us have a bad history.

"Shun? Are you okay?" Flock asked me.

"Yeah." I responded, stuffing a fried buttermilk bun in my mouth. Those things were addicting.

I turned to the rest of our Legion.

"Better keep up or we'll leave you guys to the monsters. Especially you, Haruka."

Haruka yelped as she clutched onto Nessa's muscular arm.

Nessa glared at me, her eyes murderous.

"You little shit! How dare you scare my Haruka!"

I put my hands in the air.

"She should be scared. Why the hell did you guys even bring her along? She's like. Level 1. She can't even beat a slime. Twenty shards says she can't kill a slime."

"Hoy, Shun. Knock it off." Finn told me, as he nudged my shoulder. I calmed down.

Finn was like the big brother of the Legion. I really couldn't say no to the guy.

Flock turned to us.

"Just a little bit further ahead."

I continued walking, gazing at Flock's backside.

I want to be a great adventurer. Just like Calypso. So I can protect the people I love. And one day, she can recognize my strength.

"You'll never bag that chick if you keep playing chivalrous knight." I muttered.

"Huh?" Flock perked up.

"Nothing." I said.

Flock was the captain of our Legion. Despite being only 15. The kid was dead set on becoming stronger. And he did just that. From hard work, and staying true to himself.

His innate skill, Limit Break, allowed him to surpass his limits in times of need. Because of this skill, Flock has been able to achieve feats that no normal adventurer could achieve. To the point where his accomplishments began piling up similar to Alexander Rosewald.

A lot of people had began giving him names such as Mini-Rosewald. Or the Second Alex.

You just can't not respect the guy for any of it.

A monster appeared from within the shadows, and charged Finn, but Flock rushed in with blinding speed, cutting it open with his sword.

Finn fell backwards, but Flock helped him up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks Flock."

Haruka rushed to Finn's side to heal him, as we rested near the staircase of the Dungeon.

I walked up to Flock, who was reading a newspaper. Calypso's face was plastered on the front page.

Queen of Knives achieves Level 9. New Rising Star of Folia?

"Give it up Flock." I heard myself say.

Flock continued flipping the pages.

Calypso Rosewald clears the 92nd Floor Boss all on her own. One woman army?

Flock's hands tightened on the edges of the pages.

"Look man. I get it. You want to reach her in power so she notices you. But Rosewald is a monster. Do you know how powerful Floor Bosses are? They need at least five top level adventurers to defeat. You're talking about a Level 8 adventurer solo'ing something that five Level 9 adventurers would need to take down. She's on a class of her own. You can't keep destroying yourself."

Flock sighed, but steeled himself.

"Even so. I'm not going to give up. I want to get stronger."

Flock looked at me, his blue eyes becoming brighter. His Limit Break skill activating momentarily.

"Whatever it takes."

"Pfft." A voice echoed from within the deeper parts of the Dungeon. A lanky man with a fur coat approached us with his hands in his pockets. Finn and Nessa unsheathed their weapons.

The man regarded our Legion, then gave Flock a distasteful look.

"You'll never reach Calypso in power. Stop bullshitting yourself. Runt."

"What did you say?!" Nessa snapped as she stepped forward, but before anyone could react, the man materialized in front of her, the palm of his hand at her throat.

"If I wanted to, I could kill your whole Legion myself. In a blink of an eye."

"Laurel. That's enough." Another voice appeared from the shadows, as several figures emerged. Our Legion took a step back, as the more superior Legion of Venus appeared before us.

Laurel let go, giving Flock and Nessa another distasteful glare.

"Learn your place. The best you guys can do is keep the weak fodder at bay. Don't stain our reputation with your garbage Levels."

Finn gritted his teeth, but said nothing, as Flock held out his hand.

"Guys. Don't. It's not worth getting into a fight against someone we can't beat."

I wanted to say something, but Flock was right. There was no way our Legion, even together, could beat Laurel of the Venus Legion.

The guy was a Level 10 adventurer, the Vice Captain of the Venus Legion, and was known across all of Folia as the fastest adventurer ever.

Laurel crossed his arms, as the others filed in.

One of the other members of the Venus Legion, an elf, approached us, shifting his glasses.

"Move." He said, in a very fancy, aristocratic voice.

"Yeah. Sorry for being in your way, Terris."

Terris walked through us, without even looking at us, as the other members of the Venus Legion gave us no bother. It made me mad to the core how these guys could act all high and mighty.

Not only were they the strongest Legion in all of Folia, but they were assholes too. Basically bullies.

No one could mess with them, and no one wanted to mess with them.

Well, until I came along that is.

"Uhh, Shun? What are you doing..." Finn muttered.

I stood in front of Terris, wrapping my hand bandages across my forearm. Terris raised an eyebrow.

"Shun..." Flock said, as he tried to pull me away, but I pushed him off.

The other members of the Venus Legion approached Terris and I.

"Out of the way, scum." One of the members said.

Laurel glared at me.

"Do you have a death wish kid? I wouldn't mind sending Vala the corpse of her child just to get her bearings straight, letting her children get in the way of our divine goddess' will."

I held my ground, as members of my Legion urged me to move aside.

"Dude, you need to move, now." Nessa warned me.

"What's wrong with you?!" Finn yelped, as Haruka turned pale. Flock put his hands in the air.

"S- Sorry about Shun. He's kind of new to adventuring and Folia still. Please don't mind him. We're terribly sorry for-"

I lifted my finger, pointing it at the man at the very back of the group. He was taller than the rest. At least seven feet. Towering. Muscular, and rugged. One who had seen many many many years of battle, and was probably the most experienced adventurer in all of Folia.

The only Level 12 adventurer in Folia as of date.

"You're the Captain of the Venus Legion right?"

The man regarded me with critical eyes.

Laurel irked in disgust.

"How dare you even talk to the King like that. Have you lost all san-"

I held my glare.

"Oxar Uxas. The King of Adventurers. The only Level 12 in Folia. Captain of the Venus Legion, currently the strongest Legion."

My finger turned into a fist.

"Are you him or are you not."

Oxar was quiet for a few seconds. Then his mouth began to move.

"I am."

Suddenly, my surroundings elongated, as I shot forward with blinding speed, faster than anybody in the Vala Legion could react. Laurel caught my movements, but made no attempt to stop me, as he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

I reeled my fist back and swung it at Oxar's head with all my might, but Oxar held his ground, barely moving, as he stopped my punch with two fingers. The impact of my strike caused a shockwave that blew everybody back. All that everybody focused on, was the wild animalistic expression on my face, and Oxar's expressionless demeanour, as I continued launching punch after punch, kick after kick at the King of Adventurers. Oxar deflecting them with little to no effort.

I launched a back roundhouse kick at the side of Oxar's head, as he deflected my strike, pushing me back. My feet left behind to trails as I skidded backwards, assuming my Hung Gar stance.

The Vala Legion was speechless, as I raised my hand at Oxar.

"King of Adventurers, Oxar Uxas Level 12, I, the Stray Dog Shun Zhang, Level 2, challenge you to a duel."

R7

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nessa grabbed my shoulders and rocked me back and forth frantically.

"Why Oxar?! Are you crazy? He's the strongest of the strongest. The last guy who tried to fight him ended up getting his head smashed into the ground before the fight even started!"

"That guy was me!" I muttered under my breath.

Oxar narrowed his eyes, as Laurel's face went red in rage.

"Are you insulting our Captain? You're even more irrelevant than a fly to the King."

"Laurel." Oxar's voice boomed in the cave. Everybody stopped in their tracks.

Laurel turned to Oxar, as the King dropped the skull of a monster he probably had slain easily on the ground. Snake like energy picked the drop up and hovered to a Venus member, who looked like an elf mage. Judging from his aura, he was probably just as strong as all the other members of the Venus Legion. Level 9 plus.

"Lead the others to the entrance. Prepare for afternoon training. I shall see to this matter."

Laurel scowled, as he looked at us with disdain.

"This won't take long."

The Venus Legion left, as my allies stared at the two of us.

"Shun..." Finn's voice trailed off, but Flock put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, Finn. Shun is tough. He'll be fine. I think."

My eye twitched in annoyance by Flock's lack of faith in his own Legion member. Then again, I kind of asked for this. Even if the Vala Legion decided to back me up, there realistically wasn't anything they could do against Oxar.

The highest level member in our team was Flock, who was Level 4. Then came Nessa, Finn, and I, at Level 2. And lastly, Haruka, who was Level 1.

Against a Level 12, and not just that, but a Level 12 who had all of his abilities maxed out from years and years of battle, our chances may well have been in the negatives.

Everybody soon cleared the room, and it was just me and the King of Adventurers.

I brought my foot back, lifting my hand and assuming the stance of Grandmaster Hiiro Hataka of Hung Gar.

"I've gotten stronger, Venus footstool."

Oxar retained his composure.

"Come."

I blasted forward, as I leaned back, delivering a chained Shadowless Kick at Oxar's face, then flipped around, turning the shadowless kicks into 360 spin kick variants. I was moving at ultrasonic speed, with Hiiro's demonic agility, but Oxar continued deflecting them with little to no difficulty.

I brought my foot back and assumed my Wing Chun stance, delivering a combination of chained punches and grapples, climbing up Oxar's massive upper body frame, but all my attacks were once again blocked by this guy.

I leapt into the air, as I switched my style once more.

Shockwave Style

I spun around violently, launching a volley of roundhouse kicks at Oxar's head.

Consecutive Vacuum Arcs

Oxar shot forward. He was making his move.

I brought my arms up to block his strike, but I was too slow, as Oxar managed to catch me in the jaw, launching me into the walls of the cave and crumpling to the ground.

I breathed heavily, ignoring the possibility that my jaw was broken. Oxar towered over me.

"Shun Zhang. The Stray Dog of Folia. Level 2 Adventurer. Yet your true power places you at Level 9."

Oxar picked me up by the neck and launched another punch at my midsection, knocking the wind out of me as I fell to my knees.

"But you are still not strong enough for my goddess."

"I don't..." I grimaced, as I struggled to my feet.

"Care about that. I want my brother back. If it means beating you to prove that, then so be it."

Oxar regarded me with no emotion.

"Many have told me this. The Queen of Knives vows to become stronger to avenge her parents. Her hunger for strength has given her name as one of the strongest swordsman in Folia history. You are not the only one who seeks power."

"Hiiro..." I muttered.

"Where are you man..."

Hiiro, the Oni who has been providing me with the added boost in technique, skill, and speed, suddenly went super silent in my first fight against Oxar. We had lost to him, despite using Hiiro's Hung Gar to its fullest. Since then, I had been drawing from his power, but had never been able to enter that mode again. The Wicked Oni.

In other words, Hiiro was embarrassed that his technique was useless against Oxar.

"It is finished." Oxar said, as he grabbed me by the face and slammed me against the ground, knocking me unconscious.

"What did I tell you man?!" Finn exclaimed, as Flock helped me to the med bed. Well, I guess at this point it became known as the Shun bed. Since I was the most frequent user. Vala put her hands on my back as she healed me and updated my skills.

"Tsk." Nessa muttered, as she walked off.

I said nothing as the rest of our Legion trickled off, leaving just me and the goddess alone in the med bay.

"I'm guessing you unlocked a new skill when fighting the King." Vala said, as she continued updating my skills.

"I was trying out a new technique."

"Your Oni still hasn't awakened yet?"

"Nope. Still silent."

Vala was one of the few people who knew the truth of who I was. She knew what I was truly capable of, and my circumstances regarding Wen.

"Did you find a way to force Hiiro to come back?" I asked.

Vala shook her head.

"Your Oni needs to make that decision himself. You can't force things on people, Shun. Even if it is your brother you are talking about."

Vala finished, as she held out a green holographic display of my skills.

Shun Zhang "The Stray Dog"

Level 2: Class Focus - Unarmed Martial Arts

"Still Level 2. Maybe a slight stat change in your skills. Your speed went up to Rank D for what it's worth."

I smirked. "Okay. What are my real stats then?"

Vala invited me over to the couch as I sat next to her. For a goddess of wind, freedom, and movement, she sure was a couch potato.

"The Folia Level system measures your strength based on your progress from Day One of being in this world, to you as of now. But because you aren't from this world, the Divine Soul created two sets of information to describe you. As for your real stats..."

Vala unveiled a second hologram. This time, it was red.

Shun Zhang "The Red Beast"

Level 9: Class Focus - Unarmed Demon Martial Arts

"No change, huh." I muttered.

Vala closed the display.

"It isn't a matter of how many fights you're in. To Level up, you need to do something grand. I don't think getting beat up by Captain Oxar of the Venus Legion counts as something grand."

"Thanks. I feel so much better."

"On the bright side, you are technically the strongest child of my Legion."

"I don't give a shit about that." I grumbled.

"The person who deserves that title should be, and is currently Flock."

I glanced at the little busted up window of the med bay, as I watched Flock help Haruka with the laundry. Her face was bright red. How Flock didn't realize that Haruka had a crush on him was beyond me. Either he was unbelievable stupid, or unbelievably dense, or just the absolute pinnacle evolution of a virgin.

Vala rested her chin on her hand.

"It's sweet that you acknowledge Flock."

"Why wouldn't I? If it wasn't for Flock, I wouldn't have any of this." I spread my hands.

"I wouldn't have such a family here in the Vala Legion. Fun days to spend with these guys in the Dungeon and being an adventurer. I owe so much to Flock yet he never asks for anything in return."

I wasn't just saying things out of my ass. Flock was the reason why I wasn't still killing and murdering martial arts masters for Boss Luk in the Red Circle Gang. Flock gave me a reason to continue living again.

Maybe it's true that you don't have a say with how your life goes. But it isn't all bad, right? I mean, I got to meet you.

A smile escaped me.

Every single person here in the Legion was thanks to Flock. For the longest time, the Vala Legion was the smallest and most neglected. Vala herself, was nearly forgotten by the mortals, what with big names like Venus, Osiris, Dionysus, and Apollo floating around. When a deity is forgotten, they disappear. No funeral. No life support. No meds. Nothing. Gone forever.

That day Vala picked up Flock, he had been her only Legion follower. Despite being a one member Legion, Flock worked hard, and gained recognition amongst all of Folia as the underdog.

Taking on quests and accomplishing feats that otherwise would have been too much for an adventurer his level.

Killing the Hydra singlehandedly to protect Nessa despite being a Level 1 adventurer at the time.

Taking on the Dionysus Legion, all twenty six members, and somehow winning to keep Apollo from banishing Vala.

Entrusting Finn with being his trusty swordsmith, despite Finn's controversial past.

And saving Haruka from the slave trade of the Maru Legion.

"If anybody is going to be a hero in this story. It has to be Flock." I told Vala, as I left the med bay.

That day, I followed Flock around the plaza. We had to go magic item shopping for Finn, and then visiting the Guild to cash in on our earnings. Also the guild lady really wanted to see Flock.

We continued walking, when suddenly Flock stopped at a crowd of people who were around a large board. It was the Level board, which displayed adventurers who recently levelled up. Depending on how famous the adventurer was, the crowd could be enormous.

Kind of like today.

"I wonder who it is."

A member of the crowd scoffed.

"You really need to ask?"

Flock barged his way through to see the picture of a beautiful woman with long silver hair. A doll like face that looked incredibly focused. Almost as if she was in combat mode 24/7. Those eyes. No doubt about it.

"The Queen of Knives recently defeated the floor boss all by herself. Do you know how hard it is to kill one in a team?!" A voice said, excitedly.

Obviously.

The Dungeon is comprised of floors. Each floor contains a boss. And typically killing the boss requires a squad of the most elite adventurers. At least eight.

Two tanks.

Two healers.

And four damage dealers.

To know that Calypso Rosewald killed one all by herself, really speaks volumes. Calypso was a knife fighter, meaning she didn't specialize in high defence like tank-based adventurers. Meaning her agility was just that strong enough for her to evade the attacks of the boss.

Judging from how there was chatter all over Folia, Calypso's reputation probably shot up sky high. As if it wasn't already. I guess that was probably what allowed her to ascend to Level 9.

Of course, I didn't care.

The one thing I did care about... was Flock.

Flock's face was pale, as he looked at Calypso's image.

"Hey man..." I tried to reassure him.

"Don't compare yourself to her dude. It's just a recipe for disaster. That's like trying to compare yourself to Arnold despite being a toothpick."

"I don't even know who Arnold is."

"Oh. Uh..." I stammered. Shit, I forgot I was in Folia.

"I'm just saying. Calypso isn't normal."

Flock clenched his fist.

"I know that. But it's not going to stop my goal to become stronger. So I can stand by her side one day."

Oh boy. This again.

Ever since Flock got saved by Calypso that one time, he had been dead set on catching up to her. I guess that's nice motivation. The only problem was. He was trying to catch up to Calypso Rosewald. The greatest swordsman in all of Folia.

Might as well run for mayor next.

But no matter how crazy it seemed, fate seemed to pair those two together a lot. Calypso constantly running into Flock. Saving him. And Flock being trained by her to use his sword.

...

Must be nice to have a harem.

If only Flock realized that.

Flock and I walked off, as we made our way to the guild.

"Flock! Oh!" The lady quickly hid behind the counter. Flock tilted his head in confusion.

"Hey Reins. I wanted to cash in the shards I collected with my Legion today!" Flock said, as I narrowed my eyes at her reflection from the other side. She was frantically checking her makeup.

My eye twitched in annoyance.

"Ah! Well, good work today Flock!" Reins took in the shards and handed Flock a bag of gold.

"Thanks!" Flock said, as he put his hands behind his back.

"I was wondering if we could talk."

"Sure!" Reins said a little too quickly, as she beckoned him into her office.

"Can I come too?" I asked.

Reins face flashed with disappointment.

Wow.

Flock and I sat at one end of the desk.

"What was it that you wanted to ask about?"

Flock pointed at the book that was on the table, a picture of a goddess who looked. Uh. Well. Erm.

"I want to know more about her. Astarte."

"OH!" I yelped, as Reins face flushed red. And I'm not talking about embarrassment.

Reins rushed inwards and grabbed Flock's collar before anybody could react.

"Why?! What happened! Did something happen to you? Why would you go there!"

Reins put a hand on her face.

"I know boys would come across her pleasure quarter at some point in their lives. And you are coming to that age. But you're still not allowed!"

Flock began to panic.

"No! It's not like that! I promise. Please, Reins, you need to listen to me!"

Reins calmed down as she sat back in her seat. But her energy was now completely lopsided. I could sense she was still incredibly pissed off.

"What do you want to know?"

Flock looked at the book.

"Her Legion. What are they like? How strong are they?"

Reins put her hand under her chin.

"I would say they are a pretty strong Legion. Infamous for taking down monsters... among other things..."

"Other things...?" Flock's voice trailed off.

"They bang every guy they see." I replied to Flock, as Reins' face flushed red again.

Reins continued, after taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Their captain, Fae, is Level 6. She specializes in the broadsword and the scythe. Recently, she took part in the expedition to clear a recent floor. In terms of combat skill alone, she ranks among one of the best adventurers. Unfortunately, her voracious personality is less than favourable."

"Her personality's fine by me." I admitted, then quickly regretted as Reins gave me a dangerous glare.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Okay." Flock said, as he got up and bowed to Reins.

"Thank you so much for your time. I'll see you soon!"

Reins smiled at Flock.

"Keep at it, Flock! You're one of my favourite clients after all. Just... please be careful around Lady Astarte's Legion. Especially Lady Astarte herself. Please promise me that."

Flock stammered like an idiot. "Y- Yes. I'll look out for her. I promise."

The two of us left the guild, but not before making an unfamiliar turn.

"Umm, Flock? This isn't the way to the Legion house."

"We're not going there." Flock replied.

"Umm... do I want to know why?"

Flock looked at me.

"I want Haruka to be truly free from Lady Astarte. Even if it means negotiating with her in person."

"You do realize what we're doing is going against Vala's wishes right."

Flock looked down.

"I know. But... when I see a girl in trouble, I just can't stand by and watch. That's how I was raised by grandpa. I will save someone. A person. A demihuman. A god. It doesn't matter. Everybody has the right to be saved."

I sighed, as I stared at the sky.

"Well, we are going to the pleasure quarter. So I can't imagine it'll be all bad." I said.

Flock's idea of a disguise was wearing a red robe. He held out another one to me.

"You too, Shun."

"Like hell I'm wearing that."

Flock turned back to the guards, who were stationed around the outer perimeter of the Legion home.

"When I was here last time, the Legion members brought me to Lady Astarte's chambers through this entrance. When I escaped her, I ran down a corridor and ended up in the prisoner room where they were keeping their victims. Once we find Haruka's brother, she can finally be free."

The only problem was... if Fae or any of the Legion members ever caught up to us, we were done for. Flock was no match for Fae, and as if that wasn't bad enough, Fae wasn't the strongest member of the Legion.

The strongest member of the Astarte Legion was Selene. Or Vitra Astarte. A Level 8 claw fighter.

Fae may be the Captain of the Legion, but Selene was Astarte's best. She didn't care about leading. All she cared about was finding men, fooling around.

Then killing them.

You might be asking how I know this. Well...

Let's just say it isn't my first time in the pleasure sector. It was all part of my training to develop mental fortitude and resistance to other people's charm skill. But of course, when I tried to explain it to Vala, she walloped me over the head anyway. No one in the Legion believed me either. Not even my boy Flock.

We did pretty well. Flock dragged me along as we made it through the outer perimeter and ended up inside the building.

We walked across several corridors, as we hid behind pillars whenever a Legion member walked by us. They were gossiping about something.

"Dibs on Flock whenever I get my hands on that adorable bunny."

"No! You can't have him. He's mine."

"What did you just say, slut?"

The sounds of fighting then filled the air. Flock's face was white in terror, as if the thought of losing his virginity was the last thing he wanted.

I wanted to slap him in the face for being so ungrateful.

"Hey! You two. Cut it out." Another voice broke up the fight, as the sounds stopped.

"I thought we agreed that we would be sharing the Rising Star whenever we captured him. If I find out any of you devoured my little Flock, I will personally introduce you to my torture chamber. Just like what I did to Fae."

The two voices quieted down.

Flock began to breathe heavily, his hands on his lips.

"Selene!" He whispered.

Yeah. No shit that was Selene. Who else would be able to shut everybody up just by talking? No other member of the Legion was as frightening as this lady. It's kind of difficult to get a hard on when you're fearing for your life. Unless you're into that.