Solitary Sword Sovereign

Chapter 13- Blood Calamity: Part 1

Chapter 13- Blood Calamity Part 1

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At a slightly distant location, six giant wolves were flying in the sky. These wolves were slightly bigger than the guardians, but the aura they radiated far surpassed the latter. 5 of them were silver, and one was white. The white one was flying at the head of the pack. Its presence and its grandeur far surpassed the other five.

Once they reached their target location, the wolves halted in midair, what met them was what could only be described as a mass graveyard. Thousands of corpses littered the ground, going as far as the eye could see.

The ground had been stained red by the blood of the victims, limbs were scattered everywhere like they were grains of sand. This was not the scene of a battle, but of one sided massacre. Yet the most disturbing fact was, of all the thousands of dead bodies, almost none were intact.

The white wolf and its companions howled in rage. Their howls echoed out for many miles, showing their anguish at the sight. This was an insult, and challenge to their authority. The group looked around for the source of the mayhem, and saw something strange, in what seemed to be the center of the battle ground.

A blood red fog was covering the ground for hundreds of meters. It gave off the eerie feeling of death, as if it was an entrance to underworld itself. It was almost impossible to detect what was within, due to the overwhelming aura of death that came from within.

With a movement of its head, the white wolf ordered one of the five wolves to go into the mist and investigate.

The grey wolf barked in response, and charged toward the mist, its speed creating minor shock waves in the air. It howled one more time as it entered the fog. Seemingly announcing its presence, to whoever or whatever was in the fog...if there was anything at all.

From outside the fog, the remaining five wolves watched on in silence, waiting for their counterpart to come back and report his findings. After about a minute or so, the blood mist started the clear up by itself, as if it was being swallowed by something.

The five wolves narrowed their eyes and focused on one of the edges of the receding mist, because something was coming out. A human boy walked out of the fog. The fog itself seemed to be getting sucked into a ring on the boy's finger. Yet this wasn't the most shocking thing.

On his other hand, held above the boy's head, was the dismembered head of their comrade, who had just charged in. The five wolves were utterly astonished. Such an outcome was beyond their imagination.

Once the mist hand disappeared into the boy's ring, he threw the head ahead of him. He then climbed atop of the head and aimed his sword at the white wolf, and spoke a few words, which enraged the wolves to the point where they almost coughed up blood.

"Your Highness, thank you for sending me this piece of trash. I was tired of dealing with weaklings. If you're going to send more garbage, I suggest you send them in two's, otherwise what just happened to this pathetic excuse for a dog" said Will as he stomped on the head, "will happen to the rest of you.

They say a sword's edge is determined by its master, so doggies, what do you think about mine?"

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A few moments earlier, Will had looked toward the direction the other wolves had looked at. He didn't see anything.

But that doesn't mean there isn't anything. According to what has happened before, something strong is coming, and odds are it's headed my way.

Considering the events of the past few battles, Will concluded that enemies were on their way. The behavior of the guardians further went to show, that these newcomers would be powerful.