I sat on the bed thinking about one of my favorite memories since I came to HIlderia, there weren't many of them, so this one was quite the spectacle.
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Ages ago, amongst many battles was the battle that started the series of future battles to come, the Battle of All.
Nelson could feel his heartbeat increasing from the nostalgia and joy of that faithful battle, after that, all battles to come felt mediocre in comparison.
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Hilderia was a mess, chaos was the reigning force.
It was a time when the primordial force occupied the land leaving it barren. A time before humans, a time before elves, a time of warring forces.
The dragons for the most part ran rampant in Hilderia claiming whatever they wanted.
It was chaos and anarchy.
Then came the darkness, the embodiment of the night, the beast himself every other name it had will come later.
They all agreed to battle against each other on the highest peaks of Hilderia.
All the races against one another
The name of the place was lost to time.
The dragons led by Longwang descend upon the land, their colossal size causes heavy impact on the land itself causing rubbles and dust to fly everywhere.
From that rubble came a humanoid man with golden hair, heavy thick muscles, a long golden staff that he held with both his hands, pure gold eyes, gold dragon scales on both of his biceps, and dragon wings on his back obviously shrunken to accommodate this tiny form with gold and black lightning aura surrounding him.
He was as beautiful as he was powerful.
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Nelson Vigor could remember that day so vividly on the lower level of the peaks were the giants; Among the giants who fought separately and against one another were the Nord, the Vestr (in their true form before the massacre), the Austr, and the Sudr.
Of these bloodthirsty creatures came blood, blood of different colors rained down unto the fields below.
"Charge unto glory", Utgard said charging forward with his ugly blue skin glowing in the darkness of the land with his battle-ready attire, and his maze covered in his own blood and his ice spear on the other hand.
Utgard was so powerful, and he knew this. He would often use his power to intimidate all who stood in the path of his joy, his love of combat and bloodshed.
Utgard leaped toward the Austr side of the battlefield letting loose of his magical essence. The outcome of such actions immediately lowered the temperature on the peaks itself.
Snow began to fall from the sky.
Hail: heavy blocks of ice dropped on the battlefield and as they touched the ground, it all clustered together forming foot prisons or massive sharp iceberg-like structures that impaled the Austr.
Utgard chucked his spear cleanly it went through the head of a random Austr, but this didn't stop him from progressing he went on with more ferocity decapitating the heads of more of the Austr that stood in his path.
He produced more and more ice spears chucking them at the heads or chests of more of the enemy forces with such force the breeze could push back standby Nord and Austr alike.
His battle lust could be felt by his people the Nord, this power instilled great fear in them.
This was why he was an undisputed king no power was close to his in his territory.
"This is the power of the Nord!" said another Nord who leaped in after Utgard. "Indeed, it is, we the Nord shall rule the land." said another Nord who followed behind.
Soon the Nord fully invaded the side of the Austr.
It was a battle that wasn't without bloodshed.
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Vigor Nelson shifted his view to the Sudr going against the Vestr.
On the same level of the peaks, but a distanced location from the Nord and the Austr, was where this particular battle took place.
On one side of the field were the Vestr in their true form were indeed creatures of magic, fear instillers with colossal size and ability to shapeshift they felt like they were unstoppable.
On the other side of the Vestr were the Sudr.
With their molten hot exterior that left cooled-down lava on the ground making obsidian.
Magical obsidian imbued with the magical essence of the Saudr. The Sudr will then pick up the obsidian and with their fiery magic they will reform it into projectiles.
The Sudr thought like the Nord, they tried to break the formation of the Vestr by jumping through it but it wasn't possible, the Vestr were ready for it.
Mold was a Vestr at that, though the Vestr did not have clear leaders like most other races on Hilderia's plains, the Vestr came to listen to the orders of Mold.
Mold was a tactician, he could predict what his enemies were going to do next "Lorn, make sure that our defenses won't be broken into from the sky" he began barking orders "Tehran, lead an assault down to the Surd" No one stopped him, no one countered.
It was just him and him in the seat of authority.
Immediately Mold gave the orders hundreds of Vestr followed Tehran on his surprise assault, while Lorn made necessary preparations in case of any counterattack on them.
Growing himself an extra pair of arms, he charged forward.
"I will lead you unto victorrrrrrryyyy!" the cry of war from Mold instantly made the battle spirits of the other Vestr go up by a mile.
"ahhhhhh! victory is ours."
They all charged toward uncertain victory.
From the side of the Sudr, they spent their time molding magically enhanced obsidian spears.
Making about fifty for each of their respective selves.
"Attack as one the Vestr won't see what its coming!"
This was an all-out collision attack the blood and death were going to be massive, this was just going to further feed into the chaos that already filled the land.
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There was a meteor rain from the sky.
And in it...
There it was, the Beast Itself.
Falling from the sky.
This was the day, the day the beast arrived on Hilderia.
As It landed, It took on the form as one of the local Lycans it says from the sky as It was falling.
It stood far away from sight watching everything going on at the same time, It could see everything that happened at the same time.
It was observing the strange conflict-ridden land readying Itself to get involved in this conflicting spectacle.
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The gods of the various realms arrive with the main gods of each of their respective pantheons.
This battle was not on the peaks but on Alfhield, the present-day elven continent.
[Mind of the reader]
There were so many questions.
Where did they come from?
Why weren't they explained in the history books?
How many of them were they?
How many of them existed out there?
Did they come in with the me?
How come I did not land with them?
All these questions were sure to be answered in time.
That was why they were called the Origins because their origins were unknown.
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Lycan against Lycan, Chimera against Chimera, Monster against Monster, it really seemed that that this world along with whoever constructed it made it to be an all-out battleground.
This was just to show how malevolent the great creator Jordan was.
It was vast so it could contain any and all battles across the known universe that needed to take place there.
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The fight had gone on for a week no one was winning, and no one had the upper hand.
The dragons did not make a move, they were just there to spectate and remind everyone that they were the ultimate race of perfection.
All the other races fought one another countlessly even the people of the same race.
Just look at the dragons themselves, they were intelligent.
They had established for themselves a hold in a world far away from Hilderia, they had a governing system.
Not only that.
They believed themselves to be the ultimate race of unbridled power, even their weakest was enough to wipe out the whole of all life on Hilderia.
Longwang will often roar from atop the mountain just to infuriate the people below, but the other races knew not to fight back.
They were like ants before the dragons.
By this time the gods of the realm had already left the planet not even fighting once, the only proof being that the planet was still intact.
Leaving only the dragons as the current ruling force in all of Hilderia
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The beast was in a daze, hunger growing as it stood atop where it was watching conflict that it longed to join.
It was perfectly reasonable, this Beast just stood in one position for a weak no food no water nothing.
But when the concept of hunger came to it it was shocked, It had never needed food to sustain It's life in the past.
It just stood as a Lycan watching.
About another day later, deep in the night It had had enough of watching.
It turned to its human form and jumped down from were it was watching, as it landed on the ground came rubble.
A smoke screen of dust.
Emerging from it all was a man?
A being of power with dark blue hair, piercing blood red eyes, two sheathed swords on Its back, a great sword with a red gem in the hilt of it, and aura of death surrounding it.
On him was a cloak of complete darkness with a hint of blue on the collar, then the rest was black throughout.
"ENOUGH"
As soon as It said this all the chaos in Hilderia made way for It.
All on Hilderia heard its voice, it was kind of hard not to.
This was the arrival of the king of the Night on Hilderia.