"I just wake up from my sweet slumber only to be greeted by Continuous exploration...." the nude man stated in a flat tone that made one unable to tell his emotion.
"...who gave you the gall to do so boy?!" he demanded as his aura flared locked onto Marcus
Marcus'body trembled as he clutched his chest with his free hand unable to breath not from his own blood but from the pressure this being was emitting.
He blinked trying to calm his nerves only for the being who brought him all his agony actually stood before him.
"I thought I asked you something...do my words no longer have weight within Gelfar or is your pride too large to answer my queries Boy?!" he asked unhurriedly as his hand held onto Marcus' neck.
"Seize your actions young man else I burn you to Ash where you stand!" Getrude bellowed as various fireballs manifested around her.
The man lifted the bleeding and unconscious Marcus in his grip before tossing him away, he then soared a glance at the woman before snapping his fingers making all the exits to be sealed.
A throne of steel and bone rose from the earth as the man sat down, Mana wrapped around him till it finally formed clothes, a white shirt and black jeans, he placed his hand over the arm of the throne as he looked down on Getrude his aura as intimidating as it was still held an inmate he'd majesty that coerced all present to fall to their knees.
And it wasn't subtle by any means
CRACCKK.
The sound of the earth shattering while meeting the knees of men resounded throughout the mine, their eyes downcast not able to life their heads with the only exemption being Getrude who had fought back with all her will.
"First you invade my resting place...." his voice came out steady and unrushed as though he had all the time in the world.
"Second you brought chaos to my resting place..." he continued as he begun to tap the arm of his throne with his finger
"Third you refuse to answer my simple query as if it's beneath you....and so I ask WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO CROSS ME THRICE AND LIVE?!" he demanded as the very air around refused to host all those that were in his presence.
Getrude's face paled, her pride as a warrior hurt, her heart as a friend wounded, her duty as a guardian tarnished and lastly her will broken by the man before her, she had seen too much in the world but this....this had been the first time she had been suppressed to the extent where even formulating a reasoned thought became a monumental task.
But in her dazed feeling of inferiority Kamila who like the rest had been forced to her knees struggled until she raised her head meeting the gaze of the man, she without hesitation spoke of all she knew without pause.
" We were not told of anyone resting here...we were only informed of a potential Mana vent with a supposed guardian...we did not mean to do whatever it is that angered you... we're sorry," she apologized without hesitation as tears nearly flowed out her eyes the trifling pressure disappeared as the man on the throne stood up.
"At least one of you still is reasonable to acknowledge their faults," the man clicked his tongue "no wonder Tyron hated the so called Higher Nobles and Royals, prideful bastards without balls to back their arrogance," he commented as he walked towards Kamila.
"You..." he called out raining at Kamila who stood up slowly holding his gaze "Kamila" she stated not wanting to be called out like before.
'A noble without arrogance.'
" What era and year are we in?..." the man's eyes glowed dimly "we are in the year 2019 of the calendar of Egixos, the former calenders to be abolished 2000 years ago was Dervian in the year 6945," she explained her eyes now alternating between her grandmother and Marcus who both seemed to be out of it.
"Well fuck!" the man suddenly exclaimed as he rubbed his temples.
' I fell to slumber in the year....4845 of Dervian Calender, so...the witch made me sleep for 4000years,' he exhaled internally
"It's good that I was light handed with you lot, I might have just killed my tour guide," he rubbed his chin.
"Little girl, I can tell that my presence stifles you that much is undeniable, but can you please stop with the puppy eyes...just speak as you will it and boy still on your knees, if you don't take your killing intent, I will do it for you and it won't be pretty," the man voiced out as his eyes dawned upon Kaleb.
"Please don't he's my brother...and you just heavily injured his mentor to the point of near death it's within his rights to harbor such an intent," Kamila pleaded earning another meaningful gaze.
"You know...his reactions are more natural than yours, you maintain an air amiabilty despite your current situation...not that it matters anyway," he shrugged before reaching out his hand.
The body of Marcus flew towards them at high speeds before gracefully stopping at his feet. "Do choose your actions wisely next time though, I won't be as light boy," he whispered before a Golden radiance descended upon Marcus.
"Why does this Boy have that Shakles of Resvera binding him, wait why would that little minx even shackle such a weakling? " he asked and only know did Getrude regain her bearings her mind spinning various thoughts that all seemed to reach a singular conclusion...' This man is dangerous...and should not be crossed.'
"That's a secret within our household," she replied not diving deeper into details something the man picked up.
"And who might Senior be?!" she asked trying to draw a solid line on the man's Background
"me?...," he chuckled before his imposing aura returned unconsciously "....I am the beloved of elements, the son of Mana, The Sage of Magic..." he begun as Mana quaked before him an the elements condensed until spirits begun to manifest, "...the man loved by life yet taunted by death, I am the Warlord of Embers, The Ender of Wars,The Master of Blades and the Eihjar of Massacres..." he continued as Illusionary blades manifested as Rivers of blood flowed brought mountains of corpses that stretched beyond the horizon, "...The Avenger of broken hearts, The bane of Immortals.....I am Ivarthen Idril," he introduced as the Illusionary figures of several women manifested on his back before merging into one who spread her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek before fading away, replaced by the corpses of Immortals beast, before crashing into the figure of the man before them.
"...Or atleast that what I remember being called," he sheepishly grinned