Ascenders: Rising From Zero 38 The Massacre

It appears that he was drawing power from a Wolf like soul bound creature. Power so potent that our very own Omega Cla.s.sed Experts were naught before him. Thankfully, an IES camp was nearby to a.s.sist, howbeit, he escaped capture.

it is enough for me to be annoyed, Elder, for you failed to intimate us about our extensive his power was, despite fact that he is not high on the soul chart. But, I will take this as mere forgetting, which is very unlikely of you. So I ask, what is happening now? For it seems the Orisha are farther and more silent from us and to us, making their Aspectual powers harder for us humans to glean.

I would appreciate an answer as soon as possible, Elder. As for your son, it is now settled that he is on Earth, Lagos, Nigeria to be precise. And it appears he has some particular human he is rather attuned to. This might be speculations but we are still investigating.

Do not forget to actually tell me why is ACTUALLY happening? Or, is the owner of the left path escaping his bounds? High unlikely, seeing that Iku is there to see to his imprisonment. Oh, could it be Trixius the Great? Is it him? He's escaping?

Please do well, to answer. The whole of the Ascension Camps around the world are thrown into turmoil and confusion. Even the Irunmole Emergency Segment Camps do not have answer for us, as before.

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Yours in the Aspectual Gleaning,

The Director,

Lagos, Nigeria,

Southern Ascension Camp.

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Culled From:

A letter forwarded to The Elder as regards his arrest charge on his son, Sunday.

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STARTING FROM YOU."

Asoju(Amba.s.sador) flayed a plam towards the levitating demon, a tremendous burst Of wind appeared from nowhere, slamming Oninla forward, towards the Emere.

The demon snorted, feeling a bit insulted by the sneak move. Quickly, he slammed his hands again and a flash of several rainbow colors appeared around him, condesnsing the already thick, stale air, a signification of the Law of Pride's super state, that cancelled out the winds pus.h.i.+ng him forward.

From below, demonic cheers went up, various voices hailing the Battling demon. As they did, a coating of dark aura began forming about the demon, taking the shape of an even larger body.

But Asoju temi was not done with him.

"Creation Essence, Storm's Eye." He muttered, raising a palm up. In a flash, the clouds thickened as they greyed. Boisterous winds suddenly exploded around him, swirling into the atmosphere. The winds knocked into Oninla, before he could react, pulled him off course, swirling and throwing him about in the air.

Unable to hold out against the winds, the demon was flung right into the waiting hands of the Emere.

THUD! Temi reached out with one fist, gripping the neck of the demon and...

BOOM! His second hand rammed into the demon's chest, exploding the poor soul into bits of energy.

"Heh! That was so..." Dakota grimaced, squeezing his fists at the gooey explosion.

"He acted in self defence. Our laws permit it." Oberius muttered with a bored look.

"I know. But we cannot allow him go on... He'll kill the demons all."

"He has the right, technically. If we argue it in a court hearing, he might go scot free." Oberius nodded, rubbing his thick belly.

"But our laws do not allow mindless killing. The Law of Drakonian Confederacy stands supreme. We must stop him." Dakota gritted his teeth as an ethereal form of a western dragon began overshadowing him.

"Surely, you don't mean we fight him? He's an Emere."Oberius shook his head.

"From my acc.u.mulated knowledge, I've come to realize that neither race nor soul cla.s.sing determines true strength. True strength lies in the ability never to give up."

"Brave words for a suicidal." Oberius scoffed as he leaned forward. "But I'm with you. We are Drakon Masters after all. The interpretation of the law lies with us." The huge drakon added as his own ethereal dragon loomed over him.

The auras of two drakons exploded dangerously into the air causing sparks to appear where they clashed together. Nodding their heads at each other, the two Drakon Masters slammed a foot into the ground with hands flung behind them.

They were both weaponless but it was enough. In a second, the two exploded in one mighty forward move, the sheer force of the act, throwing close by people into the ground whilst leaving a gaping crater where they once stood.

They had only few seconds to act. The Emere, however, needed just nanoseconds on his part.

The Emere dusted himself as he descended. On touchdown, a forceful burst of concussion winds had spread outwards, staggering demons and drakons alike while knocking the flying dragons off course.

"Two." Asoju Temi muttered, flexing his hands as he gazed at the people around him, noting where the demons stood. In the far distance, at the Northern side of Drago were two speeding drakons racing towards his direction.

Why they were racing towards him, he didn't care. Only thing mattered, now.

The purge of Drago!

Winds swirled again around him, picking up speed. Covered by the fierce coc.o.o.n of winds, he zoomed forward, faster than any eyes could follow. In one blink, he appeared in front of a stunned demon that was mere 30 meters away.

"Creation Essence: Blades of The Storm." He chanted, as the sky growled in response. At that, his hands were coated instantly by a coc.o.o.n of wild winds in the fas.h.i.+on of a miniature tornado. He stabbed forward into the demon and watched as the demon exploded.

Satisfied with what he saw, he zoomed on, moving left, right, forward and backwards, slas.h.i.+ng and stabbing into every demon he saw with reckless abandon as he took count.

"five."

"twenty."

twenty three."

fifty six hundred."

"two thousand and five fifty." Asoju Temi whispered as he leaned forward to stop, his gown stained with various demon essences, giving the once white attire, a blacksmith feel.

He whisked his head back as two drakons slid to a stop behind him. He had sensed them following him about. Probably to stop him but they obviously were too slow.

"Drakon Lords Oberius And Dakota." He recognized them.

Dakota opened his mouth to talk as he observed the sight of fallen demons and knocked out drakons who happened to get in the way. It was such a mess but thankfully, the bodies of dead spirit beings often dissipated into energy, thus making it easy for bloodly battles to sprout without thoughts to the dead bodies.

But still... Dakota tensed.

He looked to Oberius only to be greeted with widened eyes. This aura that had suddenly appeared in the air. They knew what it was.

Same as the auras of the dragons, dragons that had put them as outcasts, hunting them for being more stable in their humanoid forms rather than dragon forms.

The aura of a Sentient Dragon.

"Aahhh..."

"Heyyyy..."

"Noooo..."

Panic voices of scared drakons, not demons, rent the air as the drakon guards broke ranks, scattering about.

The Drakons were a race of Sentient half humanoid and half dragons who were equally as brave as they were powerful. However, the drakons were not as proud as the dragons, knowing when and where to cut chase and flee

They called it self-preservation and that's had been the attribute that had enabled their survival from the anti drakon and grakon crusade. Originally, the dragons, dumb dragons were the progenitors of their race but only lacked sentience. Somehow, probably by mixture of experimental bloodlines, some dragons birthed Sentient dragons, dragons who possessed the ability to retain a temporary humanoid form.

These Sentient Dragons const.i.tuted the Draconic tribes, after leaving their dragon predecessors who were in their eyes, no better than ordinary beasts. In their pride, some had mates with other races, birthing drakons and Grakons in return.

However, when they had come to realize that these their young'uns were not true Sentient Dragons, they cast them out for being more in their humanoid form than dragon.

The Grakons especially were nearly hunted into extinction for being unable to transform at all. For several millennia, these hunts continued until drakons came together, combining forces to withstand their ruthless slaughter, in the process building the confederacy, far from the Draconic Tribes in the Third Heavens. They lived in the Second Heavens, where they had to consistently combat for lands and against demon waves.

But as time would have it, the hatred for them spread into the dumb dragons who were situated at the Second Heavens at several realms. It was this renewed extinction hate that had spurred them into developing an agency for taming and subduing the dumb dragons around.

However, a Sentient Dragon was still a different case, one they had all shared its fear.

Especially when this Sentient Dragon was a Transcendent Flame Dragon, whose soul maxed out its natural soul Stage at Prime Cla.s.s, a truly powerful creature.

...

Meanwhile, a Latent Stealth Dog trotted into the open s.p.a.ce beyond the forest pillars. He sniffed the air, trying to get used to his new environment as the sight of houses, laden in precious metals. .h.i.t his sight. Now, this was what you called wealth.

'I mean, who uses silver to line the roofing of his house? And is that diamond window encasing?' Bayo eyes glittered as he observed the various jewel coated houses, trotting forward.

'The abundance of jewels and precious metals in Orun appears to be a natural aspect of Orun. It is why precious metals, which humans on Earth would have valued, have no value in Orun, except it is laden with Agbara.' Yasmin educated him as his jaws opened in amus.e.m.e.nt.

'oh oh... No wonder those dragon people have jewels in their heads. Wait, Jaspar called them drakons right? Whatever! I need to get a humanoid body to ama.s.s all these wealth. Oh, to think of what these might fetch me if I was on Earth. I swear, I'm going to find a way of going to Earth with sacks filled with Gold. Hahahaha...' Bayo drooled.

'You do realize you are drooling plenty, right?' Yasmin asked.

'W-what?' He stammered as he observed the pool of saliva that had formed on the ground before him.

He face-'pawed' himself. 'Focus, Bayo, Focus.'

With renewed focus, he doubled up, racing about the virtually empty street towards the direction he had heard the voice. It's been some long minutes past and he was merely relying on his dog senses to trace the almost silent vibrations that the loud voice had left in the air after it stopped.

Just then, his tracking bore fruit as he turned a corner, gasping in disbelief. What the heck had happened here?

Befoee him lay a sight of dismembered grotesque looking beings lying lifeless on the ground while staggering and panicking drakons ran about.

He gasped as the sight of a minivan sized yellow glowing dragon hovered over the air, snorting smoke. The dragon was raging but somehow it held back from attacking , turning its focus towards Bayo.

'Uh... Hi.' Bayo waved a paw nervously as the dragon's eyes met his while a tingling sensation of familiarity began resounding in his head.

'Yasmin, sc...' Bayo stammered.

Before his eyes, a tall figure with frame of an e-elf... shot up into the sky while a tornado spiraled around his extended hand. A flash of flesh and fierce winds sounded like that of thunder and the dragon vanished.

Like it was never there...

Or maybe not... He could see it, or her? A naked feminine shape somewhat crashed down, hidden by the sudden explosion of energy and fierce winds. And as she fell, her eyes were locked on him still.

What was it with these Ascenders and him? But that elf guy... The power he contained...

'Yasmin, scan that elf guy with the stained white...'

"BAYOOOO..." A familiar voice cried out as the warmness of flesh crushed into his fur in one hug tight motion.

It was Jaspar!