"1500 Years ago- there was a man known as the life weaver… He was an exceptionally powerful proto-human... Even if he did not fight in direct combat. He had the ability to create life, on an unprecedented level. What followed soon after was a global spread of his influence. Traveling in regions that would not get into contact with each other until centuries afterward, knowledge of how life worked that far exceeded his contemporaries. He changed the Ecology of the earth as a whole, with his biological creations, nothing was outside of his domain. Everything from mythical beasts, such as the European dragon’s, or the Japanese Kitsune, to small microbes that could’ve gone unnoticed. Entire new biospheres are created, while others are destroyed. Mythical creatures and those he had thought of himself came to spread throughout the world… However, one beast, in particular, was dangerous, so much that even he felt the need to put it down.”

Athens, 516 AD... The metropolis of Athens remained the center of the empire of Dimapetra. Founded by those wishing to revive what they saw as the greek culture, hoping to erase any roman influence they may have had... Though they’d been off to a good start, what occurred recently had crippled them. The city streets were covered in flames, the proud buildings that littered the city were reduced to rubble. Within the destroyed remains of the buildings, there sat the deceased townspeople, laying in piles by the dozens, many charred. No doubt, due to what had arrived in the city, beams of heat and flames alike rained down upon the city as Algios continued its assault. Waves of armored soldiers flew at the beast, letting out war cries as they made their charge. Even so, the beast only gave them a dismissive glance at them, before a waving flame flew out once again, charring them within moments after.

Across the city far away from the battle, a certain man floated above the streets watching this take place before he looked down at the carnage surrounding him, The man wearing a gray cloak. His face was covered with a black mask, outside of his large stature, his piercing yellow orbs were his only feature visible. This was him, the man who came to be known as the lifeweaver.

L.W: I can not doubt it, this is a result of my foolishness… Heraklion and Syracuse are damaged beyond repair, and Constantinople would've been next if I Hadn't managed to redirect it… I need to stop it here. I'll create another beast-one who will stop this…But that is not all, I need to make sure I can enforce control over this one.

As he spoke, dozens upon dozens of soldiers, wearing the same armor as those before them floated to his side, the commander of these soldiers, who could simply be described as a mountain of muscle came to his side, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“In that case: - We'll help out… Let’s move, men!!!”

On his commands, the troops soon flew into the combat zone, Algios, taking notice would send beams of heat barreling toward them, and their numbers were soon cut down by half. The man gritted his teeth in frustration.

“Break!”

The proto-humans broke apart, swarming around the beast as if they were a swarm of hornets. However, this would only result in the number of beams increasing, vaporizing squad after squad. The lifeweaver elsewhere placed his hands on the rubble of one of the many buildings that surrounded him, the pieces began to converge, into what looked to be a ribcage, followed by 4 legs, as their composition as a whole seemed to change, becoming white. Before chunks of muscle began to form around these forged bones, and as the muscle covered the whole of the body, it would soon go to the elongated triangular skull, coiling around it, and covering it entirely, as two eyes appeared on the sides. What came after was blue skin, and what looked to be armored plates, on said skin. The quadruped beast stood proud in front of its creator. None the wiser, Algios continued its fight, or rather, the massacre of the proto-human soldiers.

L.W: End it...

The lifeweaver pointed at his creation, as the beast turned to face the Phoenix, it bent it’s knees, before bounding upward, demolishing all that sat around it. And, as it bounded through the air, the Phoenix took notice, it’s attention changed from the minor opponents to something much closer to its weight class. Algios let out a screech as the superheated beams flew at the four-legged beast, however, it only ignored it as it let out a resounding roar, as it grappled onto the beast’s neck, sinking its teeth within the muscle. Before it brought the phoenix to the ground, which gave way with the two colossal beasts crashing upon it. The new beast continued to sink its fangs into the phoenix, regardless of the flames that began to spread on its body. However, Algios was not ready to go down without a fight, flapping its wings, and firing beam after beam. However, it’s movements began to slow regardless, until they came to a screeching halt.

" On that day, Algios would fall to the being that would come to be known as the Azure Warden, who’d come to protect Athens, following the event. Algios, however, was soon sealed away in a chamber far underground, removed from any possible contact… And by purposeful design, where it’s flame creation would be limited. The stories of Algios and its fall spread throughout the world… Many believed it would never be unearthed. In the end, the lifeweaver was found dead about 80 years later, looking as if he’d reached his old age. The beast known as the Azure warden would meet its end over 20 years after its creator, It’s bloodline ending there as well. The flames of the Phoenix of Crete were dying as well. It was believed that they would be snuffed out, until, A certain man appeared, and by accident, unearthed the prison, the specific location of which had been lost centuries ago... He would decide to take advantage and the beast known as Algios… Had risen once again"

The beast had looked over toward Sokol and Watanabe, and as Al-Moussa nodded, it had taken notice of its targets. The heat of the flames around the beast intensified, roaring violently as their color began to change, to a mix of blue and white. The beams of heat that would barrel toward Sokol and Watanabe were of the very same color. Sokol began to flash around once again, handily dodging the attacks. Watanabe, however, was less than fortunate, with some burn’s coming to cover the surface of his skin as he only narrowly dodged the attacks.

Al-Moussa(thought): I won't be defeated too easily. I did not survive the chaos of the wars just to be killed like some trash…

Al-Moussa’s face contorted into a smirk, as he extended the bone blades from his wrists once again.

Al Moussa: Now then. It's time to end you!!!

Al Moussa looked between his opponent's assessing his targets. Taking notice of the fact that Watanabe was pinned down, at least for now, he decided on his other opponent. Al-Moussa flew at Sokol, extending his arms, as he prepared to swipe at him. With his back facing Algios, it looked to be the perfect time. For some moments, it looked as if he didn't take notice. But as he got closer to him, the man reared on him, stopping the blade with a parry. But a moment after, his blade moved as if it were a blur, his blade stabbing right through his opponent’s arm. He retracted it as quickly as he’d entered, but as he would prepare for a second thrust, Al-Moussa would swipe at his chest, Sokol dodged, he sent yet another swipe, at his shoulder, he once again avoided it.

Al Moussa: Tch… You're a fast one, but that doesn't mean your victory is set in stone.

Sokol was soon caught from behind by a beam fired from behind him, burning his clothes, and leaving his back exposed, revealing a small burn. He gritted his teeth as he now found himself flashing around to avoid these attacks. However, Al-Moussa’s attacks would not end there, He would barrel forward, attempting to cut Sokol’s back, though he dodged once again, he was soon caught by another beam, fired at where he’d stopped, burning some of his sleeve off. From here, Sokol was caught within a flowing wave of attacks, from the superheated beams that came from Algios to the attacks Al-Moussa followed up with, the man’s guard was beginning to falter, and he took notice of this fact.

Sokol(thought): Damnit….

Watanabe, taking notice of this, would narrowly dodge yet another beam, as he flew toward the two to join the fray. However, as Al-Moussa took notice, he would redirect himself, changing his target to Watanabe. His target tightened his grip on his blade, bringing his blade behind his body, he responded by extending his wrist-blades once again, with the blades of bone now extending from his ankles once again. As Watanabe thrust, the man weaved out of the way, moving to his right, before ascending, sending his foot, and the blade that came with at, at his opponent’s neck. Watanabe ducked, moving out of the way. Even so, the Apostle continued his assault, as he raised his hands, bringing the wrist blade down on Watanabe’s shoulder, the blade digging within. With a grunt of effort, Watanabe grabbed the blade, forcefully shoving it out of his shoulder, and letting go as he quickly moved in front of him, throwing a right uppercut, though the man would lean his head back, avoiding this strike. He did not avoid the second, As Watanabe brought his fist back down, smashing his elbow into his opponent’s stomach. Given his widened eyes, the action had even surprised Al-Moussa. But he would soon regain his composure, backing up as if nothing had happened.

Al Moussa: There may be two of you, but you don't know how to fight in union - that is why you heretics shall die here!!!

Sokol arched his brows as he took notice of the smirk returning to Al-Moussa’s face… There were not many things the man particularly liked or disliked, or at least, that he’d tell others, but to those who knew him, it was no secret that he had a strong dislike to those who were arrogant. The fact that he’d smile in the middle of battle, and the fact that he’d just said those words had given him some negative opinion, as Neutral as he might’ve been otherwise.

Sokol: We need to end this in one strike….

The two soon found themselves by one another, as the beams came at them once again.

Watanabe: Attack him, draw Algios' attention, it seems to be adamant on defending him.

They were soon broken apart again, as beams came flying toward them, though they’d continue their exchange of words, as they passed one another.

Sokol: Then we'll change our target, There has to be a layer under those flames.

Watanabe: I'll make a layer of Aerogel, That’ll fend off any heat, for now at least. Shift!!!

With this, fields of a translucent material, with a light blue color soon surrounded both fighters, as they began their charge at their opponent. Al-Moussa extended both of his arms as he charged to meet them, Algios, all the while began firing yet another storm of beams, with the intent of intercepting them. As their eyes darted over to their left, they would soon stop their advance, breaking away from one another. Al-Moussa crossed his arms over his chest.

Al-Moussa(thought): What are they up to?

As Al-Moussa got into range, he would send a swipe outward, and, though Sokol moved to stop the strike from the man’s left arm, moving to stop it with his blade, the force of the strike sent him flying back regardless, as he did so, he would quickly adjust his alignment, before dashing Algios.

Al Moussa: Wait-- Danmit!!!

He flew to follow him, but with Sokol’s speed, he was much too late. Though The field around Sokol began to dissipate as he moved closer, he managed to get through the flames that the beast sent outward, flashing around the beams as well. Stabbing the beast as he made contact, but that did not end his assault, as he moved along the beast, he began to cut, stab, leaving whatever marks it could, with the beast unable to stop it, and though the Aerogel was faltering much faster now, so where the beast’s flames.

Sokol(Thought): This won't last forever… And there's still that one to worry about!!!

Al-Moussa continued his charge at Sokol, only for Watanabe to fly in, coming at the man from his right, and landing a right hook on his cheek, taking advantage of his distraction. The man was sent spiraling away, as he stopped himself mid-air, Watanabe continued his assault, swiping at the man’s chest with his longsword, leaving a gash across his chest, and staining his sword with the blood from the wound. He kicked the man at Algios. Sokol, rising above the back of the now bloodied phoenix flashed forward, Tightening his grip on his blade as he flew into Al-Moussa’s range. He soon began to stab all over the man’s body, poking hole after hole with his rapier, numbering in the Dozen’s as the man’s body seemed to give out, beginning to fall. Al-Moussa’s vision began to blur as he looked up at his opponent. He’d taken notice of the facts, his body was just about reaching its limit. Regardless, he forced himself to stop mid-air. Arching his brows, and clenching his fists.

Al Moussa: Damn it… I won’t die this pathetically-- Algios!!!

Al-Moussa soon began his ascent, as did Algios, following his command. As a blue light began to swarm around him, the expressions of both Sokol and Watanabe turned to surprise.

Sokol: What’s this rise of protomis I’m detecting?!

Watanabe: Tch-- I should’ve known he wouldn’t go down that easily!!!

The flames around Algios began to roar once again, as it let out a screech… This action did not go unnoticed by those below, as the troops looked up at the blue light that seemed to be more effective than any of the lighting they had, enough that they no longer had an effect. The two glanced at one another, before flying up, to at the least, attempt to stop him. Regardless, Al-Moussa put his hand out.

Al Moussa: This ends now…. Unison Art: Vulcan Revolution!!!

Just like that, a burst of plasma, much larger than any of those before, flew out of the bird, and though sparing some of the city below, it was not undamaged, the pure force sending buildings crumbling down. Watanabe and Sokol, caught within the attack, found themselves struggling to keep their “footing” so to speak. Grunting in effort as they attempted to avoid getting caught within the stream, and being pushed away... The devastation did not stop at a few buildings however, North of the gorge, the many metropolis that dotted the area north found themselves razed within seconds, million’s went out as if they were but small sparks, mountains were destroyed as the force moved outward, the once-proud Caucasus mountains found themselves scarred. And though they’d taken the brunt of the force, it did not stop there. The Russian inhabited lands of Sibavostok were not spared either, Volgograd what was once a city that was the home to millions was soon hit by the remains of the wave, The tall metal spires found themselves ripped off of their foundations, much of them burned shortly after, the populace no different… Al-Moussa seemingly shared the same fate, Algios’ body simmered, left unmoving, Al-Moussa did the same in front of him… The two would begin their fall backward, as the apostle closed his eyes, his body falling limp. His two opponents were not all that much better. Watanabe was now without a shirt, much of his body covered in burns, the same happening with Sokol. The two began to speak, though huffing as they took pauses between words.

Watanabe: That's… Two down and two left…But it looks like we'll be out of the rest of this fight.

Sokol: It's unfortunat... But I trained those ones myself. I don't believe we'll have an issue… This war will end, but… At what cost.

Sokol(thought): Before we even finished rebuilding from the last, The Kaemerge start A worldwide conflict… No matter how I look at it, it’s my fault for letting them grab power.

To Be Continued