"Leave" the Emperor commanded. His subordinates didn't voice any complaints at the unexpected order, nor did they question the emperor concerning who he was referring to before. They bowed slightly and disappeared. "Don't bother looking for them. They've already left." The Emperor turned to address the one who sat on the eternal throne, his great granddaughter. Her face was filled with shock from the Emperor's previous words. Her shock was compounded when the figures that filled the room all disappeared without a trace. "They wouldn't be worthy nobility realm experts if they couldn't escape the senses of an earth realm genius." The Cold Emperor still had a genial smile on his face when he addressed the one he referred to as 'girl'. "How did you…?" the king questioned, still in shock over the previous events. First and foremost, when James had bolted out of the room, the eternal throne was meant to follow the young

"Still think you're a genius?" Grandpa Winks asked cockily. Maia blushed in embarrassment at his words. Her pride was not so hurt after hearing what her ancestors were capable of."Back to our story. During the years before the Supreme's birth we hid and cultivated our strength. We rarely came out, making our capture difficult. To many high races, we were extinct. Though some blamed themselves for our extinction, others cared very little. For those who did care, it wasn't an issue of kindness, but one of how to achieve eternal life without the perfect guinea pigs. Without the attention of the high races, we were able to thrive. We grew stronger and stronger. Our population increased. Many were ascenders after about fifteen years, and all the children born to the race were exceptional. Yet we didn't get carried away. We waited patiently for the birth of the Supreme. During our years of hiding, we didn't stay idle. We tracked down her planet of origin- the place she would be bo

Grandpa Winks still had his trademark smile on his face. He looked outside the window. From his room he could see James taking a stroll in the garden with Morgana's beautiful hand in his. "Hehe. Tired my ass. Immediately he gets the chance to leave he goes straight to her. Should have kept him here longer." He said softly, speaking to no one in particular. "Well, at least his feelings for her are genuine." He smiled, still watching the pair of lovers with affection. "Old friend, what is it you want from me? Your new master is gone, so why are you still here?" The eternal throne that remained, even after its partner had disappeared, was covered with a brilliant light. One that shown so brightly that the inhabitants of the castle and all who were in the vicinity, beheld its glory. James looked up. His gaze was fixed firmly on the origin of the blinding light, the light that had caused some servants to start crying out that the 'god of Kelan' h

"Is it done?" Grandpa Winks asked his subordinate who replied in the affirmative, "It is. Everything of relevance has been sealed. He's too strong for me to wipe them away completely.""Of course he is. Even if I had your set of skills, it would be impossible for me to do it as well. He isn't an ancient divine artefact for no reason." Grandpa Winks smirked. "Pardon my disapproval, my lord, but I highly doubt that. Even if he's a divine artefact, there is no way he would be able to resist you were you to possess my particular set of abilities. Ancient or not, it makes little difference." The shadow warrior denied any possibility of his master's comment being true. It wasn't just due to his complete confidence in his master's abilities, but the words of one who had witnessed the true power of a peak Ascender. These were beings that left even the Universe Will in a state of caution. His master was such an existence, and even among these legends he was highly

"I hate this feeling." Mane grumbled unhappily as he walked all alone on the deserted grounds of the Academy. He kicked away a stray pebble in frustration. On this lonely night, only the street lamps served as his escorts in his midnight stroll. What was normally a walk to clear his mind of all unnecessary thoughts was turning into a royal 'grumble', with the unwanted intrusion of several useless opinions, each eager to kick the other out, Mane wasn't able to achieve the desired effect. His late night strolls was a habit he had picked up two years ago, when he realised that there were some things that even a few hours of meditation could not fix. The cool night air that caressed his cheeks and stroked his hair was a much appreciated difference to his life of endless fighting and training. Though leaving the dormitories after the lights out bell had rung- which was at 10pm- was illegal, Mane had been breaching this rule without any adverse consequences. Mainly be