The Earth After Rebirth

The atmosphere started to change. Kiro felt the coldness wrap around his heart, then his entire body was veiled in it. He felt death itself had come knocking on his door. It was something he was all too familiar with.

'Oh no, oh sh*t it's this sensation again. I don't want to die.' His stomach dropped. He was absolutely frantic, but he couldn't move.

Even when his body refused to do what command he could give it with what little brain activity he had left, he still attempted to move his head to the side where he last saw Hubris.

But alas, his body was failing him. He couldn't hear a thing, he didn't even feel like he was breathing anymore. His entire senses had failed him too.

Just then, Hubris and Kiro started glowing. A blinding glow that caused their attackers to fall back. The light was physically hurting them the closer they were.

His hopes didn't fall on deaf ears after all, as the crystal shards within them started working and re-arranging both their physical and astral bodies.

Bit by bit Kiro could feel his brain activity returning, along with his senses and warmth in his body.

A sudden sharp pain shot through his head, he screamed aloud. Realising he could move, his head, albeit heavier than he remembered, it bobbed in Hubris' direction.

The light may have been blinding to others, but not to him. He could see his mount glowing, faintly. He looked at his body and it was the same.

"Hubris what is happening?"

At his question, the hounds around the battlefield attempted to shield their ears, the sound that came out was deafening. It was as if a god was speaking directly to them from the heavens.

But of course to Hubris, it came across as just his normal voice.

"Knowledge, we're being given ancient knowledge from the crystal. I think, it's giving us instructions on how to use it's power. It's fusing with our bodies."

Being the only of the two with perfect senses, his brain processed information faster. Kiro was still in the dark, he just felt like his head was splitting.

With all the information, crammed in his tiny brain, it wasn't a wonder that it hurt him. This bruised his ego a little bit, he had always thought he was smarter than average, but now, the game, a mere game was saying otherwise.

"Haha, I guess you'll tell me what it says." He shrugged, taking a sitting position.

"I think we're getting different information, master." Hubris said concentrating on deciphering the information more than having a friendly chat.

At the back of the field, far into the distance. King Azazel was barking orders. He demanded that his soldiers attack the two, but they couldn't. It's not like they didn't want to but the light refused them the pleasure of serving their King.

"Your highness, it's physically impossible, we can't get any closer."

"Then attack the traitors, kill them all, they dared to defy me thinking this puny little hound would be their saviour." He growled.

"Your excellency, we can't move."

Azazel was pacing where he stood. He was far enough that he wasn't affected by whatever was going on in the battlefield. He had never seen something such as this occur before, he didn't know what it was, but it made him nervous, he hated that.

"Ammon, quit hiding and do something. You're my shadow, now the time for the shadow to act has come."

"Of course, your highness."

Ammon entered the battlefield with much confidence, he didn't feel what his King felt. He may have been ambitious and cunning but he wasn't very intuitive.

He passed the soldiers and went a bit further before noticing that his very essence was burning up. He quickly took a step back. He attempted to examine the light.

Instead of being scared, it fascinated him. Now that he felt how strong it was, he only wanted to have it for himself. Harness it. Surely it'd help him get his people in line when the throne was his.

He felt pity that he couldn't get any closer. He imagined how stronger he would be with this within him. In his greed, he didn't realise something crucial about everything occurring right before his eyes.

The very power he desired came from two of his enemies. He was bewitched, drunk in a power he had yet to possess. The dream of being that powerful had him by the neck.

Although he had always been someone who played the long game, he had always been shortsighted at best.

Then he did something nobody on that battlefield expected, he bowed to the light. In hopes of attaining its favour if he showed it a bit of respect.

"Great light of gods and goddesses, I am as of today your humble servant, use me however you please." He said with the most sincerity he could muster.

Azazel watched this disgusting scene with much fury in his heart. He had always known the greed of Ammon, but he never thought he'd be so bold as to take up a new master in front of him. This level of disrespect was unacceptable.

"Soldiers, kill him."

They just stood there dumbly. Not being able to move was a thorn in their side.

Kiro watched this spectacle, with great amusement.

"What is that idiot doing? Does he actually think we are gods?" He laughed as he said.

He didn't know that, they couldn't see anything, the light was too bright for them to see anything standing or laying beyond it.

Just then, the information started to make sense to him. He couldn't believe Hubris was actually correct, he gave him a look of envy but not for long as he came to understand the power the crystal was bestowing upon him.

"Hey Hubris, which power are you getting?"

"Strangely enough, it's gravity, master can you see the future?"

"Haa, why?"

"You once asked if I possessed this power, you don't remember?" Hubris questioned a little agitated that the conversation was going on longer, he didn't want to miss a single detail.

"I guess I did. Reality Warping sounds pretty cool."

"That's what you're getting? Not fair!"

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