Friday, September 14, 2007
Chapter LXXDen's Triconium armor glew slightly blue under the sun, his right arm unarmored, his black spiky hair is now streaked with blue. His young face slightly weathered, his right eye was covered with a blue cloth. He was only using his left eye to see.
"No demon shall pass." Den whispered, however it felt like a thunderous scream to the demons.
"You cannot fool me. The White Lightning is Tien, and you are not Tien." The Demon general said and smiled. "Furthermore, we have no mage here. You are breaking the order for war, troop against troop, mage against mage."
"We do not follow that order." Den said. "We fight anything that threatens our people. Why attack us? Isn't Demonia big enough?"
"Fool... but no matter. How much damage can a fake White Lightning do?"
"That title was given to me by my mentor, the original White Lightning."
"You are the pupil of Tien?"
Den plucked a white blade out of the air. With a swift jab into the air, the blade left his hand. The blade went throught the general's heart and flew into the ground behind him, creating a huge shockwave which cause many nearby to collapse, slowly bleeding to death inside.
"That is my answer." Den said and removed the blue cloth from his eye. His right eye's iris was glowing blue, with a white cross in the middle, in the middle of the cross was his purple pupil.
He pulled a short blade from behind him, the blade was pure white. His signature light blue cloth attached to the end of the handle. He vanished from the remaining survivors' eyes, and their eyes closed forever in a matter of seconds.
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10:29 AM
the tranquility ;