EXT. ANGLEWOOD HOSPICE
Inside the Hospice, panic roamed the air like a cattle roaming in search for water; Doctors, MD, DO's and all sorts scampering like a flight of partridges with them, a woman on a med bed being strolled down the corridor, her continuous outburst through tremendous pain caused for an emergency situation. That woman, who turned out to be Anysia was immediately taken to the labor room and quickly put under procedure.
To spare any disturbing or nauseating details, during Anysia's procedure to giving birth, doctors were suctioned inside a vicious 'death struggle' with the child being born; due to the destructive nature of its mana and it seeking more and more— somehow a phenomenon emerged with both the unborn child and its mothers' mana being intertwined into this huge ball of yarn.
It took medical doctors even with the expertise of 'mana decipher' at their disposal—nine-hours to unravel the yarn hence the baby being born. Wherever this concerns, four-hours later which would be precisely when Aimer returned to the real world was how long it took to get a hold of him; Anysia wanted to be the first one to tell him of his newborn brother. This was also when Aimer received the ring.
Knowing he hadn't the luxury or the skill to get there in a timely manner of speaking, he pondered what 'skill' should he create; what would be efficient enough? That's when the thought hit him, what if he could create a skill that made his 'travel as energy' (through different mediums) and at the same time created a name: Blink. Circuit transportation was the mode of travel, transforming his configuration into lightning; moving and shifting throughout the city's circuits—he quickly found the room his mother was held up in and cradled in her gentle care Aimer saw what was his new sibling. It wasn't until after he fully materialized in the room, causing his mother to kind of jolt before he realized that his sibling, was a boy or a brother.
In his perplexed state, Anysia gestured Aimer over closer to meet his new baby brother. What Anysia didn't notice but Aimer did was that his brother possessed this boundless source of powerful mana when in comparison would be twice the mana his big brother currently posses. Aimer needth to say much, other than two words, "He's wonderful".
EXT. THE LOSTWORLD
At the same time, back in the lostworld, through its entire bleakness and desolated landscape—there lays the figure prowling the endless night. Though there really wasn't much visible—it was like trying to look through a curtain but the only thing you see is the shadow 'portrayed'—well that was our creature. It seemed tall, it seemed bulky, it seems that was it, all could be seen behind the veil of mist. Nevertheless the creature came to stop, it sensed a powerful barrier standing between it and the 'Now World'. The creature placed its hands out on the barrier and realized it could pass through.
The creature stepped cross the barrier and became 'human' finding himself in a familiar world in an isolated area; his attire back to what was once recognizable: a black tench-coat extending down to the ankles; black boots; black pants; black shirt, black top-hat with a white band and even black gloves. The first thing the man did was a wave of his hand. He had an introductory sentiment before to browse his window and it turns out that suspicion was right; his eyes sunk, deep into darkness, and he said with a very low, very deep-course voice "Aghh, shit."
{Status Window}
Name: Gunardi Asemed Belafonte
Age: ???
Title: Skydweller
Level: 999
~Stats~
[Intelligence] - 999 (-666)
[Speed] - 999 (-666)
[Agility] - 999 (-666)
[Strength] - 999 (-666)
[Defense] - 999 (-666)
[Stamina] - 999 (-666)
[Awareness] - 999 (-666)
[Elusiveness] - 999 (-666)
[Luck] - 1000 (-666)
~Origin Skill~
[Manaha Physiology] (RESTRICTED)
~Sub skill~
[Extrasensory Perception] (GRANTED)
~Mana~
40,000/40,000 (RESTRICTED)
EXT. CNT. TRIBEECA, BELHELOSE GUILD HQ
Down south, in the capital of Tribeeca—there something out the ordinary took place. On the main floor of Belhelose Guild it was just another typical day until members became aware of what was interpreted as "a continuous cracking-noise". And it went like this: one member told another member then that member told another member and in little to no time co-leader, Reginald Cannbal caught wind of this news. He took things into his own hands; following his orders further investigation revealed there was an 'entry-crack' in the dead center of their Guild.
The crackling continued but nothing came through. Caanbal pull out a walkie-talkie and reported over to the Guild Leader (Sir Guild Leader, I think we might have a problem). Given the seriousness of Caanbal's tone, Guild Leader Darby made an undesirable appearance to scout out the situation and take control of this matter. Caanbal as the spokesperson, reported everything that happened so far to Darby (It's been like that ever since, dormant). To Caanbal's confound (Something is coming…something terrible) Darby disagreed, saying "that's not the case".
By this time the entire Guild (127-members) was watching; every individual was on edge of fear of the worst; their limbs uncontrollably twitching and somehow they were used to this?
No, but what was happening.
Staring at the crack-in-space, observers espied two hands coming through the "slit" and that crack-in-space opened up like a smile; three beings escaped entrance: Fear, Turmoil and Devastation were their names. And as their name suggest, these beings were so powerful that in their presence "nobody" moved, definitely not Darby, even he recognized it would be vacuous to make any abrupt movements that could exhibit indications for a feud with these beings they had no prior knowledge of.
These "beings" Darby spoke of indubitably-indisputable. In total there were 3:
The First, a Warking,
More widely known as Garmethodix Gralvom-Grastox, a name too long to pronunciate: was a humanoid-invertebrate. It wielded a sturdy body, covered in armored-scales from head to toe excluding its chest-area. It's sardonic smile revealing razor-sharp, shark-like teeths; it had two arms, four wings, two legs and a very powerful tail measuring up to 13-feet. Four red-eyes with a black slit sit atop its head, sunken into their sockets; its small ears most likely make it difficult to pick up sound however was equipped with natural weaponry.
The Second, also a Warking,
Better yet known as Camighorcheth Egnodis Kuihrossahet III, was a humanoid of many things. It possessed a dark, flaming, human-head; two large, draconic-wings filled with holes; a velvet, full-body armor with this lion-like face on its torso and spikes protruding at each shoulder-blade. Speaking of, it held a blade, or a dark-sword that constantly sweat blood.
And the Third, a Warlord,
His name was unpronounceable; he also imperceptibly; he who cannot be perceived for if perceived immediately forgotten.
These three monsters together: each with their unique form; unique ability; and very distinctive figures; did all but lifted their fingers and together casted a very powerful, fear-inducement spell over the Guild. If they wanted to move, speak, think, resist—nothing; Egnodis would strike them down by decapitation; deciphering amongst them their "leader" Darby would go on to watch his guild-members fall, one-by-one.
Decapitation after decapitation; blood splurge after blood splurge like fountains in a park; carcass after carcass dropping as those petals from a dead rose. The massacre became too much, between the cutting of bones and Egnodis maniacally laughing; Darby, though he couldn't move, speak, think, resist—began to shed a tear and that "tear" said it all, "Stop, please stop this madness."
However the madness continued; all three creatures smiled (well, maybe not the Warlord) and Egnodis furthered the onslaught, massacring the entire Guild (126 members) leaving one: all but Guild Leader Darby. This was done on purpose, a game these beings derived metaphysical thrill from spreading fear, horror, terror, dread and panic (wherever they are). This seemed to do the trick as though still immobilized Darby felt all said emotions. And after just witnessing his Guild slaughtered before his very own eyes—doubled the effect.
Here, the Warlord appeared before Darby in some sort of way; a well and disoriented voice rehearsed, "How does it feel human? The taste of, what do you call it? Despair, fear, terror and panic? Tell me, how do they taste? I for one am enjoying this, so are the others. Sadly your crew isn't here to join." The Warlord bashed, denigrated, censured, and despised Darby; Guild Leader Darby's only option was to stand their at fault; all that guilt would come gnawing at his cortex in the afterlife when the Warlord dealt swift with his head (decapitation by bite).
EXT. SUNDAM, LOUDO GUILD HQ
Entering the main doors with his mother and baby brother in a wheelchair, we come home to a Guild standing still where members had their eyes glued to main floor holographic screen. No one noticed the presence of their Guild Leader and his family. In the next few moments Aimer realized why.
The title read "International Threat: Guild Control Centre Calls For a Guild Gathering!"
"Today, Tribecca and our nations together suffer from a terrible loss after the incident that took place earlier this afternoon—an entire Guild wiped out, decimated. Family's all across mourn the lost of their fellow loved ones and protectors of the earth. Truly a terrific event, amongst many of the fallen brethren was Rarkel Darby, he and his Guild were the last in Tribecca and now erased our neighbor country is left defenseless. The Guild Control Centre has requested an immediate audience with remaining Guilds across the 3 nations. Later, we bring you more on the subject."
After the abrupt cut-off, guild-members turnt to their Leaders direction; there wasn't much to say but from their expression they were extremely worried; Aimer took over, "Everyone, please, calm down. I'll get down to the bottom of this situation. And whatever did this, that we'll find out. Be at ease ladies and gents," Aimer, he strolled his mother across to the elevator without realizing, she too grew a bit worrisome; a mysterious man glances in from a distance, at the Loudo Guild members.
At the same time, in the West (CNT. Ratar), Guild leader Icabob (of The Oors Orgin Guild) and Marion (of The Architects) watched the said broadcast. In the East (CNT. Miel) the same action, Guild Leader Norton (of The Feynus Doctrines Guild) and Stormheart (of The Wyhsmeng Guild) watched this broadcast. And now in North (CNT. Sundam) Bijoux (as you know of Mente Rosa), Lorenzo (of The Crosse Dé Stake) and Belafonte (of The Loudo) seconds ago received said broadcast.