[Book II Chapter 49] KAYGREN: Another Intruder

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Turok’s charred corpse lay among the smoldering ruins of the pine grove. Kaygren sneered as he glared down. Pathetic…

The bulk of the sovereign he’d recruited were similar disappointments, weaklings not worthy of serving under him. However, since he gave up his throne and founded Mount Gull, Kaygren had vowed to make use of every tool at his disposal, even other humans.

Gregor Almight, I’ll eradicate your detestable species. My only regret is you won’t be around to witness it. For the first time in eons, this goal was within reach. He simply needed to ensure enough were slaughtered, and the Dark Age would take care of the rest.

The neon strips on his pelt grew blindingly bright, static dancing around him. Then he was gone, transformed into energy thundering across the heavens. This was Divide Displacement, the technique he’d personally taught Garnen’s Lightning Emperor. Nothing could match his speed.

Kaygren struck down close to the pit and turned on the man who hid his features under a cloak. >

“Unsurprising.” Salazar responded. “I didn’t have a chance to warn you, but revenants take half a day to recover their full strength.”

So perhaps he won’t be completely useless. > He demanded.

“Watch out for their temperaments. As you saw with Turok, they’re driven to satiate their sadistic urges, which makes them challenging to handle.” Salazar reported. “Fortunately, all revenants possess some level of self-preservation. It’s how they survived long enough to taint their souls black. I advise a strong hand.”

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<> Kaygren declared. As a former ruling sovereign of the Eternal Tempest, the elemental plane of air, he knew how to compel obedience.

Salazar nodded. “Finally, take steps to ensure they’re not captured and sealed away.”

<> Kaygren began when an enormous winged figure landed besides them. He frowned. Few were allowed to interrupt him this way, but the Storm Eagle had been his loyal subject since the Eternal Tempest. >

> His lieutenant reported.

Kaygren struggled to contain his anger. <>

> The eagle motioned towards Salazar, <>

Must be a powerful paragon. > Kaygren asked.

Kaygren materialized on a desolate plateau where a man with blond hair sat on a mount of corpses. Thousands more beasts lay scattered across the rock. His identity was obvious.

Too many intruders in one day. Kaygren despised the frequency of such contrivances. >

“You’re not the only one with a convenient way to get around.” The laughing man responded, glancing up. “Although I was aiming for the peak. That’s quite the storm raging up there.” The mountain above them was engulfed in a veritable maelstorm, electricity sparking constantly.

<> Kaygren sneered. >

Lightning bolts descended and scorched the earth. The Laughing Man dodged the first dozens, but eventually one connected, searing his left half.

Kaygren grinned, ending the attack. No one challenged his domain without consequences. >

The Laughing Man lifted blacked left arm. “So that’s what it’s like for the unworthy to wield Zeus.” He joked as his flesh mended itself before their eyes.

<> Kaygren snapped, barely containing himself. >

With all together too much composure, the Laughing Man leaned forwards on his golden spear. “I have a proposition for you.”