Athanor Online: Monarch of War

Darkin The Other

In the far reaches of Athanor the sunshine is shown. The wind blows and haunts every tree he hits, making a sound of naturalness and silence of air.

A dozen silhouettes were seen walking through the forest with sunlight that could not penetrate it. This was not the territory of the Abyss but only the territory left behind by the Terranians that had long since been abandoned.

Note: Terranian is a term for people who have a Terra fraction. Like Indonesia and Indonesia.

The dozen set their feet quite hesitantly, considering that this forest had long been abandoned due to the curse of Marja.

Shadow Isles, a place where ghosts and Terra residents who died due to the curse of the Mage Abysall named Marja. Formerly this region is famous for its natural beauty and culture, but since the killing of Volkath the Dark Lord made this region become gloomy.

A dozen of the troops were seen wearing beautiful gold-colored armor. Each of them carried a weapon of the highest quality, like an expedition to examine this long-abandoned region.

“Master Raka are you sure of your decision?” Tell one of them.

“Sure!, If I get that sword then just one more step I can drop Pure.” Say

“Iya sir..”

Raka was one of the chosen figures of the Archons, he came to pick something up. An object with power equivalent to what should be sacrificed. He needed it to pursue the ambition to dethrone the throne that had been held by Tulen.

The follower could only nod slowly. Understanding his old ambition was so great and unstoppable, in his heart the doubt over the decision of the master was so great. The thing that his master was looking for was so damnable that even a god wouldn't touch it.

Raka opens a note he finds on the corpse of one of the Terranians. In the note mentioned that the object he was looking for was in the middle of the Shadow Isles forest, it was stuck on the ground with no sign of trees around it in a radius of tens of meters.

He then opened the magic map stored in the note. Raka smiled a little.

“A minute..” He smiled with satisfaction.

Raka and his subordinates walked back to the darkness of the cursed forest, indeed light magic is able to illuminate the road ahead. But still the darkness of this forest is so gripping.

Step by step and the cold air began to cool down again. But in a long time Raka finally found the place.

In his eyes he saw a deep red sword stuck on the towering ground, around him there were no trees even grass. In these traits then Raka managed to find objects or call it a sword.

“Finally!” Raka Seru.

Unlike Raka who looks so happy and happy because of her ambition. His followers could only gulp when they saw the cursed sword throughout the history of that world.

“Tuan Raka better we leave this place.”

“True Mr. Raka, that sword is so damned!”

The no-nonsensely furious Raka directly hit his two subordinates hard. Making the two of them fall in pain due to such a far-reaching difference in strength.

“I never thought you were so cowardly. You call yourself Archon warriors!” Seru growled Raka.

Regardless of the surroundings, he began to walk closer to the deep red sword. Not heeding the anxious gazes of his little army, his ambitious self could no longer hold back his pleasure when he saw the sword right before his eyes.

With a wide smile he held the dark red sword, and with all his might he pulled it out of the trapped ground.

“With this!, Finish your history!” Raka Seru.

Raka held her sword high, along with the strength that began to slowly enter her body. Raka felt that power, could no longer resist the triumphant smile on her face as her ambitions were soon fulfilled.

“A-what is this!?”

Yet.

The sword force gushed down Raka's body too heavily. Slowly his finger began to show signs of fragility.

“Argh!”

Along with Raka's loud screams, the fingers towards the hands and shoulders turned into arms that were so sinister. His soldiers could only grumble and could not believe what they saw.

Slowly but surely the darkness of the old red sword gnawed at the hand and drove towards the poor body of Raka. His stout and clean body was no longer visible.

“Please me!” Loud word

His army did not move one bit. Even his gallant voice was no longer heard, only a terrible hoarse voice was so clear. It seems that the old red sword gnawed at Raka's body, like a parasite that ate up its host.

Along with Raka's desperate cries, the sword energy completely overpowered Raka's body. He who was an elite knight and even a figure that was almost at the level of the Hall Guards from the Temple of The Light, could not resist the ancient energy of the old red sword.

Raka's figure is gone. Now his body turned into a deep red devil with the same colored sword. The demon stared at Raka's army which was only about a dozen.

“This is Darkin..” Tell one of them.

Yet it was an apparition that they could only see once in a lifetime. Because, the demon or Darkin was readying his sword and in one swing they were all swept away.

Darkin was staring at the night sky full of stars. With his weak breath he thought ahead.

“Still not enough..” His word.

He was happy to have got a host. But still he needed a much better host, so that he could fully unleash his strength. But he was not fixated on strength, but he missed his brothers very much.

“Darkush, Rodant and Dextern. I can't name all of you and I also don't know if you guys are still alive -” He lowered his head for a moment, at least praying for his comrade who had fallen in that great war.

“But I miss you guys so much..” Sincerely speaking.

But Darkin was immediately alert to realize there was a strong figure near him.

“I have no interest in you now Edras.” The figure that emerged from the darkness of the shadow.

A human-like figure with one left temple horn is clearly visible, as well as his long white hair. He walked up to Darkin or call it Edras while carrying a large tree trunk.

The figure then threw the big tree and sat on it. He looked at Edras boredly.

“It's a shame when you were the only person who could make me feel the pleasure.” Annoyed annoyed.

Edras recognized the person in front of him quite deeply. A figure that could not even be defeated and was an entity that slaughtered the Archon army alone after the first God and Devil war.

Seeing him come to Edras certainly made him a little uncomfortable. Even so Edras no longer cared what would happen to him later, he drew his sword. But it did not get a positive response from the figure in front of him.

“Have you understood how weak you are now.” Said the figure while sighing.

Edras hated to admit it, but the truth he had to accept with grace.

“I want to know what you want?”

“Viewing only. The world gets boring when I see it. I miss when you Ascended God Warior are still around.” He said with a small chuckle like a long nostalgia.

Edras could only bow for a moment. Understand where at that time they were so deified from the god himself, where the magnificent kingdom of Shurima still stands firmly and points to his might. Even the gods who lived on the holy mountain did not dare to touch them.

But now everything has been reversed. Edras had no information about the world because he lived in this forest almost forever. It was Raka's stupidity that made her free, but still she did not feel happy.

“We have so many names, but now we are Darkin.” Said Edras coldly, the figure in front of him again complained.

“I want a strong figure. A figure capable of beating myself who has walked in this Athanor.” He looked up at the sky like he was asking for a wish.

“How about you Edras?”

“I just want to die..”

Edras' words did not surprise him, he was neither a friend nor a friend of Edras. He was a mortal enemy of Edras himself, but the longer things changed. And now this is the relationship between them.

“I don't know with the others, but Rodant is still alive.” Say

Edras who heard that instantly changed his countenance. Like a fresh breeze she was so happy in her heart, she subconsciously smiled a little. Realizing one of us is alive. Even so seeing the happy face of Edras made the figure fed up.

“Listen to this Edras. I want you to live and then find a decent host to make you able to fight back like you used to.” Seriously speaking.

Given in this world only Edras is able to fight almost on par with him. He wanted Edras to return with his primal strength and fight face to face with him head.

Edras who heard that could only be flat.

“How about Jayawijaya?”

“That poor dragon?, what a pity he is still stuck in that iceberg.”

The figure could only shake his head as a negative message. But Edras did not show a good response. He stuck his sword on the ground and sat on the dirty ground, in a strange tone he simply replied.

“I no longer intend to lift my weapon again.” His word.

Hearing that did not make the figure surprised. He had expected that much longer than Edras had thought. This is not about personal desires or honor, but tired and distorted ideology that Edras has been holding.

“I warned you when fighting against Chaugnar. Die as a hero or live to see yourself become a demon.” Said the figure while sighing.

Edras was once very opinionated but now he was nothing more than an old lion who lost interest. Hearing the speech from the figure made Edras slightly pensive. He lost his way and everything about honor, his kingdom had collapsed, his title was no longer attached, even his war strength had already faded greatly.

“If you want to die, then look for a host capable of killing you.” Say that figure inside

His words were enough to leave Edras stunned. But the figure again spoke as a connector.

“There used to be a human named Nakroth. He managed to take Rodant and if he was serious, maybe Rodant could have been killed by him. After you and Jayawijaya only he deserves to fight me.”

“So so. You know enough about Athanor now, do you have a list of names?” Edras was interested.

Hearing that made the figure laugh out loud. It takes time to refocus but it's a breath of fresh air for him, like an Edras man in need of a cure.

The figure then plays his fingers like posing counting.

“Primordial, Volkath, Jaecheondaeseong, Tell Annas, Lorion, Aleister, and perhaps the figure who managed to take control of Rodant after Nakroth.”

Edras smiled faintly at the statement. He got up from his seat and pulled out the dark red sword that was his real body. With a long sigh he then walked out of this cursed forest of Shadow Isles.

But before that.

“Thanks for your help, Omen.”

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Trivia: “I Omen admit you are the strongest!” He told Edras.