《Master of Cards. *Reborn*》Chapter 41 : Giving an old friend new life.
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Kael had just destroyed the remains of Melvoris, cleaning his hands of the mess but he fell to a short daze. Finding himself in another forest of sorts and with a bunch of popups appearing at his face.
WELCOME TO MELVORIS.
THIS IS.....
SYSTEM IS DETECTING AN ANOMALY.
"Ah, this must be one of those RPG worlds. It even has Melvoris to its name. Though this one is different, it doesn't feel vile or disgusting..." Kael said to himself as he continued walking, this time it was a bit different.
ANOMALY.
ANOMALY. STOP WALKING INTO OUR AREA YOU ANOMALY.
"Keep calling me an Anomaly and I'll turn you into nothing." Kael threatened as the pop up change.
A... A...
Please don't hurt me. I have a family.
"The system has a family? What you mean your little tabs and menus?"
Yes.
Kael laughed as he continued walking. Seeing enemies with levels but he could not be bothered by them, drawing out a King of Swords.
"The King of Swords, use the darkness as my blade. Defeat the enemies that surround me!" Kael said as he crushed the card, moving on ahead into the nearby forest. It was just like any ohter forest, filled to the brim with trees and various creatures just prowling about. Yet, there was a certain air of familiarity. One that Kael knew becaue of the many Gods he has met.
Seeing a white dragon and a humanoid figure in a crimson coat and black mask with flowers. Seeing them talk to each other so casually, it reminded Kael of him and Veriskua but the difference is. The dragon is aiding the masked man.
Seeing the white dragon and feeling this icey nature eminating from it was a clear cut answer. This was the realm that belonged to the Goddess of Seasons. The true Overseer of her set of numerous worlds. Was she preparing for a war?
Lord of Thorns and Bayran, Ancient of Winter
The system may call Bayran the Ancient of Winter but Kael knew Bayran as the Ancient of White.
"Ah... Lucius's Avatar... I'm unsure of the name you use now." Bayran spoke to Kael, as casual as they can be and of course, Bayran would not know which name he had. Because of the fact that when Kael met Bayran, he was Lordran the swordsman of ash.
"Hm... Ancient of White. So how is the Goddess of Seasons? Is she still pissed off?"Kael asked the question, but he was glancing at the masked figure. The enigmatic Lord of Thorns, Kael had heard the stories but they were something that was akin to an Avatar of sorts... So he might want to assess this one. Kael let loose a bit of his power.
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Watching the Lord of Thorns fall to his knees, gasping for air like a desperate child. Helpless like a child but it was to be expected. Kael realized that maybe this Lord of Thorns was a tad bit weaker than the others he has heard. He was struggling with just a glance and by Kael's breathing.
"Avatar... Please, the Lord of Thorns is still not as strong." Bayran spoke with a weak voice. That was odd, Bayran was stronger than others and he should not be struggling at all, but here he was. Choking on air as an Ancient of White, or Ancient of Winters. Kael kept his powers in check and walked over to the Lord of Thorns, seeing the Lord of Thorns reduced to such a state was bad manners, even for Kael.
"Sorry." Kael spoke as he helped the Lord of Thorns on their feet.
"The Goddess of Seasons is fine, though she still wonders if you truly have to destroy Melvoris?" Bayran answered Kael's question with another question. Though it has to be expected since Kael's pressence was always a signal of disaster. THe Avatar of Destruction, as they say leaves nothing but ruin all around them.
"I have to, but not her Melvoris. The Melvoris that belongs to the dipshits in Olympus. This Melvoris it belongs to the Goddess of Seasons." Kael clarified to them, he needed to make it clear. Avatar of Destruction is one thing but destroying unaffiliated planets or dimensions is another. Besides he'd avoid a fight with Goddess of Seasons if he could. She's no push over like the idiots at Olympus.
"Seems like when I was destroying the heart of Melvoris, they sent me here." Kael said as he stretched his neck.
Try leaving the damaged Ice Reaper with the Lord of Thorns.
-Goddess of Seasons-
The Goddess of Seasons herself was giving this hint, through the popup. Now that is peculiar but why the hell not?
"Hey, mind doing me a favour? Oh Lord of Thorns?" Kael asked, seeing the Lord of Thorn's skepticism beneath the mask. Lifting the eyebrows but then again, Kael DID use a bit of his power to just test the Lord of Thorns. He might think that Kael is trying to kill him? Kael then walked on over, passing the weapon to the Lord of Thorns. It was for another reason to, Kael could see the desolation in this one's eyes.
He must have went through something. Something far worse than himself. Kael was granted a second shot at his life, but this guy? Maybe he is living his first life of hell? Kael looked at Ice Reaper in his hands, then back at the Lord of Thorns. Ice Reaper was his partner but it may be time to give it to someone who could use the help. This was not just a form of passing, it was an oath of sorts. One that Kael did not need to recite, the moment he passed this weapon to the Lord of Thorns. Kael felt his heart sting with pain of all the memories that this weapon was.
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"It's a good friend of mine, and seeing your face. You must've went through hell. Take care of him, I can't use him because he's dead to me but he can be yours." Kael said to the Lord of Thorns.
The Lord of Thorns paused for a moment, it might be due to the pop ups appearing for him. Might be showing him the stats and Kael was content.
"If I revived him, will you take him back?" The question posed by the Lord of Thorns, it was a tempting offer. It was a strong and highly temptation as Kael would have his friend back but... Ice Reaper would not like that. Kael did promise him.
"I could but, I made a promise to that guy. That he wants to help people like me. People who've gone through hell and did not have a friend. He'll forget me when he wakes up. The promise I made with him is that when my time is up with him, and he goes first. He can't be my partner." Kael answered with a grin, but of course The Lord of Thorns can't see Kael's face beneath the mask.
"It says here, that you have a younger brother named Ren... If your brother ever comes here, I'll give Ice Reaper back to him." The Lord of Thorns spoke, though Kael did not find it invasive. It was Ice Reaper's last duty to Kael, protecting Ren until his end but hearing the Lord of Thorns making that promise to him. Kael smiled, he had given Ice Reaper to a person worthy of it.
"Thanks. Take care of him, he's a good weapon. He protected my brother until he died.He'll serve you well. If you'll excuse me, I need to make sure the bastards pay for toying with him." Kael said as Bayran opened another portal for Kael to step through. Stepping through, Kael was back on Olympus, watching Lucius kick a figure to his path.
This figure was Lee, Kael's last identity before his reincarnation.. So the Gods decided to make a clone of himself? Now that is cute. Lee turned with the blade pointing at Kael, only to see Kael draw out his blade to stop it.
"Kuro-Hana, Baihua, Banshee and Ga-eul!" The four blades appeared behind Kael and they appeared behind Lee.
"Yes, master?"
"We've got an imposter girls... We need to handle this accordingly. So go wild!" Kael ordered them as he went after Lee with a punch to the jaw. The four swords ran at their counterparts.
"You... You failure of a copy!" Baihua screamed, trying to push Kael's blade back.
"I don't remember being this angry, but then again. You're insulting my master. You'll have to pay for that!" Kael's Baihua shouted back.
"Oh, sugar... You look ugly in that dress." Banshee insulted Kael's counterpart.
"But I am happier than you'll ever be." The blades clashed.
"To hurt master with my face. You will pay dearly!" Kuro Hana shouted at Kael's blade.
"Enough with the melodrama. Just die." Kael's Kuro Hana responded back as they swung their blades, shattering the houses of Olympus with just making contact.
The two Ga-euls did not say much, they were literally head butting each other as their swords flew around to strike each other. Perhaps it was a contest of strength but Kael and Lee were standing right in front of each other.
"Damn. Did I look as ugly and moody as you?" Kael asked as their environments were exploding left and right thanks to their swords having their little bouts.
"Shut up and fight!" Lee countered back with a punch to the jaw. Yet Kael's face did not move.
"Was I always this weak?" Kael kicked Lee back, sending Lee flying through the halls of the Supreme Gods of Melvoris. Kael walked in with a cigarette, glancing at the Supreme Gods.
"Stay there and piss yourselves. Don't interfere. I need to have a chat with my moody self." Kael said as he cracked his fingers.
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