Ian had a very disgruntled expression on his face. He has lived for more than millions of years and has seen his share of bizarre things. He has even seen pandemonium the place ruled by the Demons and was lucky enough to witness the Ruler of the Dragon race ' The golden dragon Azaroth' , But these scenes in front of him leaves even those once in a life time experiences of Ian behind.
"Don't tell me that the third one also belongs to these bizarre species." Ian hummed with a dispirited voice.
He already had a kind of a hunch after seeing two strange incidents back to back, as he peeked into the third culprit.
"Ha...ha...ha..ha...ha.." Ian laughed maniacly as his eyes turned complete red due to the tears spilling out from eyes.
"Why ?,Why ?, Why ? is that thing in my world" Ian roared loudly as he looked at the man with red hairs and eyes through his magic mirror.
Ian knew the exact identity of these said individual, because he has visited this person's world during his travels few years ago.
It was a world created by one of the greater gods in the heavenly planes 'The God of War Baraghan'.
It was a world called Murim, where strength is law. Unlike Ian who constantly tries to help or guide his people ,Baraghan has left his world in their own devices and let the humans deal with their own Conflicts. And the choice through which people in murim decide to solve their differences with is usually through fists.
Although Ian's world also faces the problem where the strong blatantly oppresses the weak, but that doesn't mean one can commit a mass genocide and walk Scott free without any repercussions, Unless the culprit is too strong for even the authorities to handle.
In Murim no one will bat an eye even if some random nobody kills someone in the middle of the city in a broad daylight. There might even be some individuals who would sneer at the victim for not being strong enough to defend himself.
In such lawless World filled with notierity and Violence, there is an existence who ruled them all and stood at the peak, and this said existence is walking freely and completely unrestrained in his world.
The current predicament of his world was even worse than that of the Murim, Since no one could possible content against him in his world.
In Murim thousands of Marital master's and several strongest entities in Murim formed an alliance, and even then they are barely scrapping by to keep these existence in restraint, But here he has been walking and doing as he pleased without any bother.
What infuriated Ian the most was because the damage done by this individual was irreversible, Unlike the first two cases where if he could deal with the those said individuals (Although it may be a wishful thinking of his as he knew pretty well that currently there's no one in his world that are capable of dealing with this so called heavenly blessed individuals) but atleast their is a hope, but the transgression committed by this third culprit has affected the psyche of the entire civilization in the continent.
For the past 100 years he has stemmed the concept of "The weak are the prey of the strong" among the people of this continent.This concept was passed throught for almost 2 to 3 generations of people, and now has now been deeply rooted into their minds.
Ian even considered this person to be the biggest contributer for this pitiful state that his world is in right now.
Cause unless the entire world has turned blind, they wouldn't let a mass group of undead conquer half of the Continent while the rest of the people would sit back and do nothing about it.
No matter the enmity between nations or differences in their races, the entire continent would have gathered to deal with this filth which are considered a scorn to any living forms.
But now thanks to a certain someone, all the strongholds across the continent feel, that the nature is taking it's course where weaklings are weeded out, when those undeads invade villages and towns and massacre innocent civilians and childrens.
But nothing about those vile undeads filled with dark energy had anything to with nature, but were actually due to the whim of a psychopatic murderous maniac.
Even several Epoch ago when wars were at it's most prominent and frequent stages as it occurred every other day, the thinking of the people even during that period wasn't this barbaric. Ian felt sudden pain in his chest as he saw the thinking process of his world regress to the point where it might even take several centuries to fix it, and Ian knew better than anyone, forget about lasting centuries the state his world is in right now it might be difficult for it to last even a decade.
"Why? Why did this happened to my world ? Oh mighty heavenly ruler have I committed any transgression for fate to play such cruel tricks on me" Ian bellowed as he saw his world and his people which were akin to his own children dying as every second passed by.
Ian knew there is no way the heavenly ruler is going to hear the cries and pleas of a small minor god like him, so he took a huge breathe, which might seem unnecessary as god's don't really need to breathe, eat or drink to live, but it did help Ian to clear all the chaotic thoughts from his head and clear his mind.
Several scenarios came and were discarded inside Ian's mind, as he tried to formulate a plan to save his world from it's impending doom.After going through these process for almost 3 days Ian finally came to one conclusion.
"At the current stage that my world is in right now it's impossible" Ian murmured with his shoulders drooped, as the last bit light of hope in his eyes diminished and was replaced with emptiness.
Ian plopped in the ground as his legs staggered from the feeling of helplessness as despair washed off of his entire body.
"What am I supposed to do now Cassian ?" Ian whollowed as he recalled of his now long dead best friend the 'Sky Dragon Cassian' , the one who helped Ian in several instances most prominent one being helping him spread the knowledge about the concept and use of Mana.
Cassian was an elder Dragon who reached the end of its lifespan nearly 30,000 years ago, Unlike god who are practically immortals, dragons have a very long but limited lifespan but to make up for that flaw they are usually not restricted by the concepts of heavenly laws.
A sudden flash appeared inside Ian's head as he recalled the conversation he had with Cassian when it was near its end of its lifespan.
"You know Sky Dragon's have a special ability to peek into the future when it's near it's end of it's lifespan."
Ian slowly nodded his head while grief filled over his entire body and eyes were hardly restraining the tears that might pour out of his body at any given moment.
Ian was about to lose a companion whom he shared a million years with, they were friends even before the time Ian started building his own world, Ofcourse Ian knew everything there is to know about Cassian.
The sky dragon's are said to gain the ability of clairvoyance during the very end of their lifespan, as for the Knowledge gained through such means must not be disclosed or it might bring Calamity to the entire Dragon race, those are the passing rumours Ian has heard of, now whether those rumors are true or not , Ian has no way to confirm it.
" It's not just some wild rumors, it's true " Cassian said while giving a meaningful and smug smile, as if showing off how great the Dragon race is.
Ian smiled slightly and shook his head, he knew him for more than a million years so he was already aware and used to, of this childish antics.
Dragon's are a prideful race who will never miss the opportunity to show-off, even if that person is there so called best friend that they have known for millions of years.
Soon Cassian threw a small rectangular black box towards Ian. Ian hurridely caught the strange looking box and threw a questioning glance towards his best friend.
"Just remember this conversation that we had" Cassian said while slowly closing his eyes as he went on an eternal slumber.
Ian quickly shook himself out of his thoughts as he hurridely looked for the black box Cassian left for him in his storage ring.
' Maybe just maybe...' Ian thought as he rummaged throught all his things he had collected during several millenia of his lifespan.
As Ian was frantically searching through those pile treasures which might cause a war if found in the mortal world , but right now in Ian's eyes these are only worthless garbages and obstacles preventing him from reaching towards his real treasure.
Finally Ian located a small rectangular black box in the corner of the room, Ian immediately rushed and grabbed it, while holding it desperately like it's his last thread of life.
"Please Oh mighty heavenly ruler, and The great Golden dragon please have pity on my world" Ian prayed, which could be considered Ironic and laughable in the eyes of other God's, but Ian didn't mind.
Unlike other God's who raised their world just for the sake of their godly duties, but for Ian his world and people were his childrens, When a parent sees his child dying right in front him, they are willing to endure any sort of humiliation or suffering just for a tiny glimmer of hope, and that's exactly what Ian needs the most right now, a concept usually foreign superior races like Gods, dragons and Demons, HOPE