King's Crown Seekers

Hato 1:

I've bled far too much, I lost almost everything in a mere moment, my throat is sore from the over crying, pleading, wailing to no end, What will it be? — when will my suffering cease to exist, I was accused from. Birth for something I had no control, no knowledge of, yet in the end, human's anger, hatred and pain, were all bestowed upon me —; I gladly took them, afterall they are my stakes, My curse, that is similar to the Titan atlas, to carry the world on his shoulders. ( haha ) maybe Im foolish, to think, they'll accept me.

; Revived | Reincarnation ;


—; Blazing, through atmosphere, Heading towards his location, was Chaos, a hybrid between a Demon, Galra, Altean, three races which complimented one another, like the Yin-yang symbol, A robot like deity, that had knowledge of Everything, as he believed, He was — there when everything began, and will still exist when that same thing, collapses, and when everything goes back to where, it was, a single cell.

Appearance —; Chaos, has long white hair, sharp — cold, obsidian, tainted golden oculars with slits, Elven ears sticking outwards, the tips being pointer than that of regular elves, thin lips, with a cyan pigmentation beneath the lower — lip, Chaos, stands at a height of 6'7 feet tall, Normally Chaos would wear his, paladin suit, but the situation called for the discarding of his pride and honour, to something which was only, reserved for the highest threat, Chariot no yoroi, Chariot armour.
Chariot Armour —; the armour known as chariot, was forged from the heart of a dragon subsiding, within the dark mountains of Itsugumō, enchanted with runes, to be crafted into an armour, the said armour, was laced with scoltrite, one of the hardest substance in the universe, with high quality of quintessence gathering, along with shifting to Quintessence field.
Chariot —; the armour is obsidian, it has high collars, several layers of metal created from quintessence; were placed, along his body, till head to toe.
The armour, has a helmet that has been wired with an AI, artificial intelligence, it's sealed form, is a chained sword, a dual bladed, dual sided, sword to be exact.

Chaos, sensing sonar, was magnificent, capable of detecting anything within a kilometre range, his Armour scanner, too, able to detect movement by using its dual sensors.
Ultrasound and Multi sensor, Chaos, was a powerless being with an exceptionally, high, and perfect control of his cerebral capacity.
Unheard off, yes, this was due to Chaos, having been exposed to atleast a kilogram, of synthetic CPH4.
Synthetic CPH4 —; is a drug like substance, deprived from the movie Lucy, the drug was a cloned version of the body fluid produced by females, in their early stages of pregnancy, which helped the development of the fetus, the substance although in a synthetic form, can cause rapid access to 100% brain function, due to this, it was deemed rather dangerous for consumption, however Chaos turned out exceptional well, he didn't suffer, but his cells, due to his aforementioned lineage, adapted to the drug and fused it with his body tissues, forming a new network, of cells operating in different manner.
However due to gaining, this, Chaos, developed a parasitic side, known as his alternative, his other self, Chaos -X-, the alternative, was ruthless and cold blooded, not caring of whom or what he annihilated in his mad killing spree, he likes to call "purging".

The functionality of the brain at maximum capacity, enabled Chaos and Chaos -X-, since they share the same body, the usage of.
Electromagnetic waves manipulation, matter, telekinesis, space, time, electrostatic manipulation, mind reading, telepathy, though Chaos was limited to Electrostatic manipulation, whilst Chaos -X- was not restricted to any.

Being a demon, Galra and Altean child, or man, — Chaos could freely use, The ancient Altean alchemy, Demon physiology, warp and it's variation warp space, lightning manipulation, air manipulation and duplication, though he rarely used them as he relied on his technomacy, a fusion of science and magic to birth something on a whole new level.

Artifical Intelligence —; " Target approaching, slow down, cruise at 1340 speed and hover at an altitude of 800 "

As instructed, Chaos lowered, his altitude and reduced speed, so that he, was below the nimbuses, A sudden rush of intense pressurized wind currents, flushed against his metal cladded body, that was when he took notice, Above him, were dark, scary sounding nimbuses that had light, purple in colour dance like Indian women performing a ritual at a, festival, with several tear stains, falling harmlessly to the ground, dampening Gaia's flesh, causing Rivulets to appear on her once beautiful, rich coloured skin.

AI —; " location set, descend "

Chaos —; " understood "

The grand chariot, housing the Titan, would land on Gaia's flesh, creating two identical prints similar to boots, before him was a royal palace, and from his notes, he knew, that this was the place, he was assigned to come, by the anonymous messenger,

AI —; " Scanning for any potential threats, be cautious Chaos "

Chaos —; " yes yes! Mom "

Raising, both hands, Chaos, pushed open the doors, what he observed, made his throat lack air, His lips to go dry, He was awe'd by the scenery.
A throne room, decorated with delicate balance and layered with Mesmerizing golden plates, and a chandelier handing above.

AI —; " everything is clear, You can proceed"

Chaos —; " Alright, prepare large quantities of Quintessence, need to be fully charged to begin whatever they have planned "

AI —; " Right on it sir, "

With that out of the way, Chaos, took several pattering steps towards the Eastern side, and settled there, hands folded, Chariot's blade, currently sheathed on his waist, the AI within his armour, prepared the sufficient among of Quintessence, and started supplying Chaos with the needed juice per second, the fun was about to begin indeed.

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Leo:

"It's fascinating , how conflict always arises from even the most mundane things. I for one find it irrelevant but entertaining none the less. what's gonna happen next, a bunch of people place in a room and asked to fight for someone else's amusement... "

An expanding hollow sound steadily resonating within the vicinity soon diminished just as it had started, to leave the vicinity once again in silence. the sudden change in atmospheric air established the fact that something had occurred being an expert in the manipulation of air.

" ... such a cliche, I've been summoned into the arena to once again continue the endless cycle of amusement for who knows who this time. but I must say, this is a really bad time ....ooffff "

An inaudible flout remark left his lips as a complacent smile elated his expression ,knowing his assumptions where right as he took note of the colossal arena he was currently placed at. a second need not pass for him to gain cognition of his current situation, attributed not just to his sight but Extrasensory perception ,an ability he was well adept at.

"... the kings tournament thingy in Eden. but this is a really bad time ,should have waited a few more minutes before summoning at least I'd be properly dressed then. "

He was sitting crossed legged on a fairly large chair, his right hand resting on his right cheek and and left hand on the arm rest. he was not dressed, or rather was only in his underpants (boxers) having chibi wolf heads as designs on it, and a slippers on his foot. his choice of clothing was due to his Lax nature.

"Since I'm here I suppose I'll partake in this ... whatever it is , first clothing will be nice although I don't mind since I doubt we'd take forever here "

his left arm left it's resting place to cover his face, it placed a mask on his face that only seemed to cover his eyes and nose leaving the rest of his face exposed, the dark mask having the potential to create an aversion field about him. however he sighed momentarily waiting for the rest of his armaments Baron , a revolver with long barrel able to unleash fire projectiles with ricocheting effect, an armour which he never wears but have to now since he's not properly dressed and a crystal armband .

"seems the others will be coming slow, "

He was also apprised of the individual standing at the west end of the building, undoubtedly the opposition to his team on the east end. he shook his head estimating the reach of his abilities ,he might definitely make things explode if needs be.
having at his disposal shock wave manipulation and intensity manipulation as well.

"We might all just be foolish though, playing this silly little game for someone we might be stronger than with a phony title of king "

He looked up almost trying to get a glimpse of whomever was watching, looking back down with a smile that would make it difficult to tell if he succeeded in peering over the boundary inhumanly existing. power churned within him as he stacked his potentials available via power mixing, for the inevitable. a stray wolf always finds his way home.
he's an evolved werewolf by the way ,with inner beast energy.

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Godson:

-Unexpected and perhaps unbelievable, a time both the weak and the strong arise in confidence just to showcase to the humans of the earth what their capable of. In as much as privacy and a period of peace matters to him, the spirit and body was willing to accept the challenge and maybe have some fun since it had been a while, how gracious and delightful this will turn out to be by the time a demon as him makes an entrance to purged all souls and liberate all from the darkness within them. However it may sound stupid how an offspring of a devil became the light, will it be a liberation through the darkness or light, so messed up but you never can tell. Combs his short hair backwards and rubs a little ointment on it before selecting an exquisite suit, cerulean in colour plus the inner clothing which was the white long sleeve shirt and of course a stygian shoe made of the best quality materials to blend with the outfit. A pair of gloves on both hands and finally his knotted tie. The instruments of both peace and destruction laid on the bed, a unique guitar and flute which were placed behind him and beside the belt around the waist, chuckles and looks at the mirror, inhales and exhaled.

"Ahh much better"?

-Takes a few step to the wardrobe and picks up a hammer, it's colour revealed to be silver and black. It became so unorthodox how an aura and urge to kill came upon him, like drawing his body and soul, setting the mind on one thing which was to "destroy the castle and probably everyone" but with his will of decision that wouldn't cross the mind again, team mates will be there to aid and support him and so his actions must be guided well. Evacuated a basement and in few minutes located the castle where the battle begins, the question was "is he up to the challenge"? we will see then?. The truth about the quick discovery of the castle made known to be his capability of flying meters and kilometers in brief seconds, it was a gift from nature and presumably the gods watching from the firmament, though if they actually existed. Stands outside and views the castle, walks in and another potential displayed itself, a rare gift of penetration vision, seeing through the thick walls and watching what was on the other side right be precise. An inheritance passed from generations to generations, so incredible.

"그것을 믿으십시오"?

-Scrutinizes the arena as far as his vision could go before lunging to the western side and noticing a figure resembling a wolf but bare chest and wearing only boxers. The look on this demon's face was shocking, he couldn't believe what he saw, such impudence, laying on a couch with no clothes when a high quality classic suit and a rolex watch could alter the wolf's appearance for the better, the soles made swift steps to the couch and thus sits on it, closer to the lad in boxers who is a teammate.

"Hello young fellow, sorry for intruding but perhaps you could look for a place to get a change of clothes, cuz from what I can see you are almost naked and this might be a total distraction to the females judging from your physiognomy and handsomeness. Greetings by the way" ~Smiles~

-Turns and detects an adversary lodging at the eastern side, adjusts the crimson flower on his chest pocket of his suit and drops the hammer. Focuses his eyes on the crown and walks slowly towards it, grabs the crown and examines it gradually, a splendid work indeed and unique, takes the crown and retrograde to the couch and taps his team mate".

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“I am like the water that runs over and through me, immune to permanence, recycling endlessly. I am water; I am life. The form may change, but the substance stays the same. Strike me down and I will rise again. Vincit qui patitur.”

Lilaia Varsha "Longed for Rain"

Deep in the woods of Mount Parnassus a petite young woman is seen relaxing in a crystal pool of water. Her long silver hair floating around her in the most elegant way, framing her form as it rested atop of the water. Her pale blue-toned skin almost blending with the water giving her an ethereal appearance, making her one with her element. Her small form was clothed in the garbs of her culture. A Greek like dress wrapped around her form hiding none of her features as the wet material stuck to her and floated around her along with her hair. As she gazed through the tree canopy she saw a light floating downwards toward her. Curiosity evident upon her elven like face she reached out toward it. Making contact with the small orb of light she gasps as its warm golden light surrounded her. She felt the water disappear from around her form as the light removed her from her home, taking her to where she had been summoned. As the light faded from her view, no longer encompassing her lithe form she felt her feet touch a cold smooth surface. Gathering her bearings she takes in the space she had been transported to. The large cavernous room shined in the light from its golden accents. Her attention is immediately dragged to the middle of the room. There she sees a beautiful golden crown glimmering as it hung. Looking to the side upon a short staircase she sees a beautiful ornate grey throne. As the instructions are given she immediately understands her purpose here. Looking to the east side of the room she sees a robotic like man, her opponent, turning to the west side she sees two men, immediately blushing upon one mans chosen apparel she distracts herself with making sure she is properly prepared for the upcoming fight.

Being born the daughter Okeanos, the eldest of the Titans who controls the sea and all water boundaries, and Tethys she has the innate ability to control the element of water. She can summon it from with in herself and manipulate it to her will. She is still young for a Nymphai so Lilaia uses a pan pipe to help her focus and control her attacks. Otherwise she would completely destroy everything around her. She has learned many things from her sisters. Including specific attacks like:
?Enchantment which causes a crushing despair, a mind fog, and makes the afflicted be under mass suggestion. as known as a sirens curse. When Lilaia uses her pan pipes with this attack it is played with a light yet heavy melody that lulls the minds of those she intends to control.
?Dispel, this melody releases a barrier surrounding Lilaia in a 40 foot radius of protection. The barrier is a water dome that will only allow those Lilaia allows to pass through. This melody is one of freedom, its notes being light and airy.
?Tsunami which creates a wall of water that swallows whatever is in its path, drowning it as it quickly moves through. Her sisters gave her the pan pipes with this attack in mind, there were many times Lilaia almost took at a few human civilizations when she was first taught this one. The tune of the tsunami is Loud and energetic, fast paced in its lyrical movement as a reminder to Lilaia to keep control of the large wave of destruction.
?Maelstrom causes a deadly vortex of water to form. This attack just like the others can be used regardless of location due to Lilaia's inborn ability to manipulate, summon, and disperse water. This melody is a harsh tune that causes one to jump in surprise before its too late to escape its rushing currents.

Satisfied to discover her flute was still hanging from its vine like chain around her neck she breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to worry about destroying the gorgeous throne room or accidentally taking out her teammates. She didn't need to use the pan pipe to utilize her abilities and attack but it definitely prevented a lot of unnecessary destruction. Water is a force you must not reckon with for fear of drowning in its wrath. Her kelp like hand wraps were securely tied around her arms giving an extra kick to her physical attacks. Her titan heritage not only gives her armor like skin but also drastically lessons the affects of poisons, spells, and curses. So she needs not worry about harm in a physical fight. Her petite form would however put her at a disadvantage, therefore the ki-straps and her staff came in handy for combat. Her staff is made from the toughest of wood from the oldest Oak on Mount Parnassus. Giving it the durability of the hardest metals known to man. The staff is strapped to her back with a vine strap, much like the chain her pipe hangs from. Her sisters made sure she was well versed in not only her innate water abilities but her physically abilities as well. Thus she has mastered hand to hand combat. She may be small but don't under-estimate her abilities.

Determining she is prepared for the tournament she makes her move. she runs across the room, and up the short staircase to the throne. Hopping up she takes a seat and looks out across the room where the other players stood. Her feet dangling just above the floor she leans back and crosses her ankles. Looking as if she belonged there upon the throne. She feels a tap upon her shoulder. Looking over to her teammate she sees him handing her the crown. Determining he must have grabbed it while she made herself at home on the throne, she takes it from him smiling gratefully and places it on her head. The crown being slightly big it sits slightly crooked on her silver hair. None of this bothered Lilaia as she looked out once more upon the throne room confidence filling her. Definitely do not under estimate this Nymphai.

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Hato 2:

What if the Gods see all of us as nothing but mere tools?, their means for Entertainment? Afterall it makes perfect sense, they are said to have unfathomable, power yet the do nothing, to end the suffering of the weak.Why ? Why watch your creation continue to suffer, why watch knowing you have the power to change it but still do nothing?, What's there to gain from the misery of those begging, pleading, crying day by day? Is it personal satisfaction? I sometimes sit, and watch as they suffer, the weak, they suffer, that's why, I made it my goal to, become the Omni — lord, the sole ruler and helper, to be that, I have to conquer every obstacle in my way.

; Arising | The Great God ;

AI: " sir the quintessence gathering, Is at 98%, the suite can handle till 105% "

Chaos : " Understood, convert 12% into an external output, link and lace it with everything, atleast make it reach a certain range "

AI: " understood sir, by the time, all arrives, it would be all set "

Chaos smiled, more like grinned beneath his helmet, the AI —; Artificial Intelligence simply used the suite's mechanism to separate the 12% from the 98% of the accumulated, Quintessence outwards making it flood the vicinity, some sipping through the crevices of the Structure.
Traveling upwards into the firmaments, upon reaching their destination, the dark, nimbuses released a boisterous roar, as positive and negative charges, attracted one another, forming a pulchritudinous display of, colour spreading far and wide, a preparation of what was bound to inevitably come.

His ocular's caught sight of a silhouette, using the Suite's technological mechanism, The silhouette got zoomed, a man, half naked sat on what seemed like a chair, from the aura which laced around the man, Chaos could tell that, the man was quite lazy in nature.
Still scrutinizing the half — naked man's facial features, his delicate, hearing picked up vibration's and sounds of footsteps, swiftly like a bolt of lightning, Chaos's eyes observed the second Adversary's every step, eyes moving with the foe, till returning to their normal position, straight forward, gazing at the additional of the opposition on the opposite side.

Not a moment later, another came, however this one, shorter, slimmer than the other two, thus giving Chaos clear clarification of his hypothesis, Two male's and a female, his sharp —; calculating eye's tracked every St the lass made whilst not ignoring the two brutes, he'd take notice of the lass sitting on the, throne, the other male : the one fully clothed : giving her, what they were supposed to fight for, Chaos resisted the urge to chuckle see'ing the female wear the crown.

AI: " sir an unidentified presence, "

The warning from his system, picked up his interest, 20 feet from him, a rift tore open, and forth came out several people, ' are they my partner's?' was the thought that ran across Chaos's brain, his thoughts proved true as the female stood with him, instead of switching side's, noting that one of the emerged had left, Chaos looked at the remaining and couldn't resist the pink hue that ran across his face, from the left cheek, to the right cheek. Afterall who couldn't marvel at such beauty.

Her words were, assimilated However one kept on repeating, itself , " Dying ", his Altean markings glowed, and pulsed rapidly and wildly, soon the normal, rationalist version of Chaos was looked into his own body, and from the Abby's of his mind, Chaos -X- rised to the challenge, one goal in being securing the crown and annihilate the opposition.

; Omae Wa Shinderu | you are dead ;

Chaos -X- : " is it ready?"

AI : " yes it is sir "

Chaos -X- : " Hack into every system in the world, get me informed of my opponent's, do not leave anything out "

AI: " understood "

The AI began doing its job, on the right side, a status bar appeared, showing his Accumulated quintessence levels that were incorporated with his form. The stats read as follows —; 98% - 12% = 86% suite quintessence level and rising. 88% + 100% = 188% overall and rising, the act of rising was due to the suite overly harnessing the natural quintessence, Chaos -X- did several actions not contemporaneously, however possessing the period/time being a second or less.

—; Since no distance from the throne, the west side where the opposition was at and the eastern side where Chaos -X- and his partner were, wasn't given out, it be assumed that it's close to 100m, 70-100, Now with the Adversaries locations, all observed, Chaos -X- , with the help of his quintessence, along with his 100% functionality of his cerebral capacity waves, he'd simply enable his telekinesis, to act upon the crown on the head of the girl Adversary to Instantaneously shoot upwards, this was in aim to act as a distraction to perhaps divert all the Adversaries eyes from him and his team — mate to, the crown which by now, would be hovering on the chandelier.

—; As aforementioned, the interval/period/time, in between the endevour, Chaos -X- drew in the aforementioned Quintessence which had been biding it's time within the nimbuses, back down however this time in a form of natural lightning discharges, infused by his basic lightning manipulation to, allow, him free manipulationg of the lightning.
Since the natural lightning was faster than mana based lightning, the gigantic strike of lightning would instantly befall all the opposition and their half of the room rather fastly including the female on the throne, piercing and obliterating the roof in the process, of frying the opposition reducing them to fine toasted bodies if successful -

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Leo 2:

"It's sad really, how people are willing to maim and kill themselves for the amusement of someone they don't know. such a shame I find it foolish. although I wouldn't mind people fight and kill themselves for my amusement. "


The manifestation of some sort of energy foreign from that existing within the surrounding was not without notice to this scantily clad male. this essence (quintessence) originating from the armoured individual at the western end of the arena was highlighted after detection owing to extrasensory perception ability enabled passively.

"..Hmphhh, we're yet to introduce ourselves but I suppose it doesn't matter at these point. let's see that you have in store "

An amusing yet complacent expression consisted his current persona as he remained poised on his couch, as one watching a show.
this miasma not disregarded for it obviously would be the instigator of the unavoidable confrontation, hence just before it flooded the room he expulses from within an essence of his own to enshroud his form In a feint blue aura ,that settles to become almost unnoticeable to conventional visual perception means, inner beast mastery. a contingency for the unknown he chose to leave unknown.
The travel of this opposing energy to the firmament was also noted as well as its effect upon the welkin , enabling the formation of a thunderstorms overhead, regardless of the time of which it took to do so. His apprisal of this phenomenon owing to his adept control of the air.

" I see what you're up to. you're quite the sly one and we'll versed . no wonder you were summoned to entertain "

What was intended was evident, even a simpleton could connect the dots and also affirming his deductions was the rumbling or rather boisterous roar accompanying what was in the makes, his inhuman auditory senses well enough to pick it up ,being so since the arena was never depicted to be sound proof.
His right hand left his chin for a trivial gesture seeming like one swatting off a fly and then held immediately to make a strong fist , not that it was needful but by doing so allowed for a portion of the power he has been stacking to come into play:
the air in response to his command compacted and invaded the thunder cloud that was in effect with an aim of increasing the isolation betwixt the positive and negative charges of the layers of the thunderclouds and as well reduce the collision of the particles in the air within the specific region, thereby negating the formation of electricity within the clouds and by extension lightning. a compacted air tight region about the arena's roof as an isolation to cloud to ground lightning. tilting the hand upwards abit he fortified the isolation utilising electrical immunity of the air, for an eventuality of the assail coming to fruition, natural lightning is not one to reckon with.
the occupants of the room would be oblivious of such an endeavour due to the fact it was in operation outside and overhead the arena.


" I would let you continue but.... "

He trailed of as he acknowledged the presence of another male in cerulean tuxedo approaching his location, undoubtedly his comrades for this event.
his expression derailed to one of apathy as he chose to ignore the words addressed to him from the male and then caused his couch to levitate effortlessly from the ground to the top and at the same time towards the centre of the roof by the action of the air cushioning the couch, leaving him at a position 20m above ground and 30m to the throne in the centre. He watched his colleague take possession of the golden crown and then offers it to yet another individual, a female whom also made an appearance just for her to sit on the throne.
Another appearance was made, two individuals from the western end (opposition side) , the male of the pair departing after leaving the other with a parting gift. a Lass whom he assumed would be troublesome considering the appearance and all she had said.

"and the merry band arrives, this place is getting too stuffy. tch I should be home now with even fewer clothes watching anime, the less moral kind "


His attention remained undivided, for he had an inhumane cognition to all that transpired within and withal the domain . hence the abrupt movement of the crown atop the head of his feminine teammate went without notice causing him to act once more.
air pressure became evident to an insurmountable degree upon the duo he had now acknowledged as oppositions, one of which was the mastermind of the movement of the crown. this an attempt to cause immobilisation and possibly crush both pair, possible due to the intense weight of the air compacting about them greatly. it would seem as though several mountains was placed atop them . the terrain suffering heavily too just as craters upon craters became visible beneath them. in conjunction with the tilting of his right hand to face the ground. The magnitude of his potentials being this way and simultaneous use owing to aforesaid stacking of power upon his arrival.

" I say we come to a consensus and settle this over a game of cards, the thought of entertaining an entity yet to make manifestation does not sit well with me. ...
either way, I leave the rest to my comrades".
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Godson 2:

-Quite astonishing but yet desires unfulfilled and a taste of greatness snapped out unexpectedly. Maybe this was indeed a path meant for the opposition and gladly the "seekers" had seek what they had in mind and nothing of any such will stop them, the sole purpose is made known and rules and principles were laid down guiding the actions of all quarantined in the castle. The feminine relaxed on the chair was likely to get company and may be the main target as time goes on and besides the crown been on her head would attract odd reactions, thus sebastian watched keenly, his oculars scanning through, penetrating into all rooms and walls in search of a safe spot which might come in handy one way or the other. Immediately, space and time wasn't seen as something impossible, vanishing in split seconds a migration or rather a change in position occurred, surfacing beside the levitated crown, grasps it instanter, and resurfaced at a corner of the room. It was unorthodox for a grin to show so on him so suddenly but whatever might have caused the enchanting smile on his face to fade must be troublesome and surely annoying, optics fixated on the opponents including the lady that emanated out of a portal, charged and fulgurous, the celestial levitated upwards, floating at mid-air whilst stretching his hand to the right. An instrument of destruction kept spinning towards him until he grabbed it, the weapon revealed to be a hammer referred to as "mjonir" similar to that of "Thor's the son of odinson". May seem surprising how such a god killing weapon came into his possession but well not every mystery is unveiled, gradually and magnificently a surge of electricity began building up upon the anatomy of the pendragon and graduating into a streak of lightning hitting every corner of the castle, a swift swing of the hammer as the lightning on him enveloped the mjonir, aiming the targets which were rendered immobile by his teammate Atlas a bolt was let loose, making contact in picoseconds, and if unblocked, ripping of the flesh of the opponents and as well electrocuting them to thy kingdom come.

"ѕσrrч líttlє σnєѕ вut ímmσrtαlѕ αnd mσrtαlѕ cαn't ѕhαrє α pσѕítíσn, вut fσr чσur вrαvєrч αnd cσurαgє tσ ѕtαnd αgαínѕt thє líkєѕ σf mє í'll grαnt чσu α pєαcєful αnd glσríσuѕ dєαth. ѕσ rєjσícє fσr чσur dєmíѕє wíll вє cαuѕєd вч thє ѕσn σf trígσn"✨

-Perhaps if the hit occurred without a reaction against it, the celestial would lunge to them whilst floating. Taking a dramatic pause and starring at them, the total distance from them and him 30m, calming down and cooling off the frightening appearance faded, the flute beside his belt would be a useful tool for this moment and thus blows it, putting passion and strength into it, so melodious but deadly. The waves of the sound created by the flute were directed straight into the ears of the adversaries, leaving a compelling and painful shock in their brains, quite unfortunate it had come to this extent peradventure more potentials and capabilities embedded in him will continue to unlock the more his presence remains there. Retrograding to erstwhile, grabs the crown and headed for the feminine on the throne, placed the golden crown on her head and smiles.

"lσng lívє thє quєєn"
"그것을 믿으십시오"?

-Neutral and maintaining total concentration, lodged behind the throne, his sensory preconception active and fully accurate ready to pinpoint whosoever that would make a close entrance. The succession of this exercise under the probability of if the mmobility of the counterparts remained restrained and their efforts of simple body movement pinned effectively, thrusting his palm forward, an onyx pigmentation revealed itself getting thicker and thicker, spreading and forming a solid circle which expanded immediately sebastian folded his palm, the round creation would absorb the throne although the throne remains where its situated, the lady on it will not be left out. After complete absorption the onyx ball would connect with the ground and solidified, shielding the lady and the crown from the opposition, the shield formulated harden and almost unbreakable due to the fact it's origin is a dark power, presumably it's weakness will be known in due time. Still maintaining full concentration, his photographic memory never failed at hours like this, thus thinks about a place so beautiful, harmonious and wonderful, just like a "fantasy island" immediately and mysteriously the entire environment would change thus appearing to be like a territory so mighty and attracting, a sight that cannot be forgotten. The show was just about to commence and the host of all was him, a "reality wrapping" just occurred, making it seem blissful but devastating as time progresses, with this achieved he would ascend to superior heights floating above, taps his guitar and positions it well, inhaling and exhaling the fingers made continuous contact with the strings as a sound resonated all over, piercing into the ears of everyone with the exception of his team mates due to the fact sebastian could manipulate the end point of the reverberation. A harmonious tune is heard and the unfortunate victims were now left stiff and smiling stupidly, all they viewed and go see were their dream life's and future, so marvelous but nothing can come of nothing.
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“You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.”??

Lilaia sat upon the silver throne looking over the cavernous room that gleamed and glistened from the gold accents befitting royalty. Looking to her opposition she sees another join the robotic-man. A young woman whose state of dress and physique differed greatly from her own. She appeared through a portal with another who soon left after giving her a parting gift. At this the opposition decided to make their move. Feeling the shift in the air immediately due to her connection with nature itself she reacts quickly. Grabbing her pan flute she plays a short cord, one that carries a light and airy feel like that of the ocean itself. The response is immediate. Feeling the rush of power flow through her like that of a river, rushing and exhilarating yet soothing, a water barrier forms around her. Its creation quick as it starts from the floor and pulls its way up in a dome shape spanning 40 feet around her. It encompasses the throne she is seated upon and its surrounding area. Feeling giddy from the power rushing through her veins she sees her teammates react just as quickly as she did. Smiling to herself she sighs in relief.

"I'm glad you guys are okay... That was a heavy attack for the first attempt."

Seeing the boys automatically launch a counter attack as the lightning disappears. As the last bolt strikes Lilaia raises her arm, waving her hand in a downward motion, dropping the barrier. Preparing herself she turns her gaze from her partners and looks to the opposition only to meet the sight of Chaos, the robotic-man. Immediately she can tell somethings off. She feels a slight movement atop her head. just as she reaches to grab it the crown is lifted off and floats up. Watching it float above her she is hit with the feeling of determination. Narrowing her eyes she turn her gaze back to the opposition. Bringing her flute back up to her lips she crinkles her brow playing her chosen song. Just as she prepares to begin her tune, fingers poised, Sebastian places the golden crown back to its original position upon her head. He then provides Lilaia with a form of protection from the opposition, one of dark energy and appeared to be almost unbreakable, even though she could still see through its solidified opaque surface. Smiling to him she sees he has already moved on to his next task as well as her scantily dressed teammate who is creating quite the distraction with his gravity like attacks. Returning to her previous task, determined to be of use, she plays. The heavy song of this ability is important. If played incorrectly it results in catastrophic problems, Lilaia knew from experience, focusing on her lithe fingers moving across the pipes she plays a melody. Its light yet heavy as it settles in the air, one would often confuse as a lullaby. It creates a layer of heaviness in the air as it travels through the barrier of her current sanctuary and when concentrated to specific individuals it causes the intended victims mind to fog, creating confusion and a hypnotic like state. It's been dubbed in old folk tales as the sirens song. Lilaia played this haunting lullaby with her opponents as the intended victims, sparing her teammates from the curse. If the tune is heard the victim loses all their senses and must wait for their hypnotizer to tell them what to do.