Deep in the empty space, a group of people traveled on various flying swords and treasures. They cut through space at an extremely fast pace all their eyes carried a similar hint of determination and greed.
As they flew away from a certain place, space started to ripple as the figure of Ondan emerged.
"This is the third group so far," he muttered under his breath.
Kyzdall soon appeared next to him as he spoke. "Do you think they are looking for us?" he asked.
"No, they seemed different than the ones sent after us."
"Hmmm." nodded Kyzdall as he stroked his chin deep thought.
Suddenly Ondan turned around to Kyzdall and shouted. "Wait! What the hell are you doing here?! You are supposed to be looking after our Lord!"
"Tch- this is father we are talking about, plus I only came to see if you'd need help or anything." Replied Kyzdall while clicking his tongue.
"As you can see, I don't so quickly go back and look after father until your it's your shift to keep watch." Scolded Ondan as he glared at Kyzdall.
"Hmph." refraining from saying anything, Kyzdall harrumphed and disappeared inside the formation.
Once inside he was able to see the sleeping figure of his father and creator. He peacefully laid down on a bed of grass, his eyes close as he seemed to be without any worries.
It was the first time Kyzdall had ever seen his father look so...so vulnerable, so relaxed? He was always busy when they were still back in their universe. Kyzdall understood why his father had countless mortals and Gods to rule over and guide, he had no time for any weaknesses.
Bringing both of his hands in front of his face, Kyzdall fell into deep thought.
"When will I ever truly be useful to you father? Will I ever attain such strength? Will I ever surpass you?" he lightly muttered to himself.
Sighing he looked back at the sleeping figure of Ysion as he asked "Ah, what sort of War God am I if I can't even be useful to my own lord?"
Ever since he had clashed with Azumah, Kyzdall had learned the hard way the difference between them. The only one that was able to stand against him was his lord. He was supposed to be a War God, he didn't have as many responsibilities as his other siblings, his main responsibility was the protection of the Universe if he couldn't even complete such task then what use was he for?
Such thoughts haunted him ever since the war against the Shadows. As he sat there, his mind occupied with such thoughts, Ondan's hurried voice suddenly sounded in his head breaking him out of his trance.
"We got visitors!"
Hearing Ondan's hurried tone, Kyzdall abruptly stood up and teleported out of the formation with a whoosh.
Once outside the first thing his eyes saw was the sea of figures surrounding him and Ondan. Most of the figures had human features, some, however, had more exotic ones, such as red, blue, and purple skin color. Others had animalistic features, paws, horns, ears.
It was a very diverse group yet they all had one thing in common, they all seemed shabby their equipment seemed to barely fit, while some wore completely broken ones.
Kyzdall found such thing to be hard to understand, all the figures over here had the power prowess of Gods and Immortals, no mere mortal could survive being in space with their bodies alone.
Yet here they were, Gods and Immortals gathered together forming what looked like a bandit group? How could they have fallen so low? That Kyzdall was unable to understand, as he flew closer to Ondan.
"They want whatever is behind the formation." Said Ondan with a cold voice.
"Hmph, mere bugs who do not know their place." Replied Kyzdall with a frosty tone, his War God aura shooting out causing the sea of people to move back a little.
"Now, Now friends, we know both of you are strong, but you must be blind if you do not see our numbers. We only want whatever treasure is behind the formation no need for unnecessary bloodshed, what do you say?" Said what seemed like the leader, a lizard head man with a long sword on his back.
"There is no treasure behind the formation so leave." Replied Ondan with a voice devoid of emotion.
"Now, Friend you shouldn't take us for fools. What would make the two of you stand here and lie to us, I bet it's something extremely priceless." Grinned the Lizard head man.
"Why are we wasting our time talking with them boss? Let's just get rid of them and treasure is ours." Impatiently added a giant topless man with a body full of muscles, as he cracked his knuckles.
" *Sigh* Don't say I didn't warn ya." shrugged the leader as he raised his arm high above his head.
To that, the sea of people behind him suddenly moved in a surprisingly organized way to form a battle formation.
Ondan chuckled as he looked back at Kyzdall and said. "Do you mind if I take care of these pests? That stupid lizard has been getting on my nerves for a while now."
"Be my guest, I was thinking I'd finally get the chance to stretch my limbs, turns out they are just a bunch of minor Gods and Immortals."
Hearing Ondan and Kyzdall completely ignore them, the lizard head leader grew infuriated as he dropped his hand down and shouted.
"Get these damned bastards!"
"AHHHHHH!!" A loud battle cry of thousands of minor Gods and Immortals shook the place as their bloodthirsty aura filled the entire area.
Ondan, however, seemed unphased facing the army rushing towards him. He cracked his neck as his humanoid figure suddenly grew bigger and bigger transforming to his giant Dragon God one, along with it came the deep aura that downed upon all those present.
It was then that lizard head leader suddenly regretted his rash decision, the seemingly easy target they he decided to prey on turned out to be a fierce tiger. The aura he exuded made his own bloodline shake in worship and fear, alas it was already too late for regrets.