Sample Chapter : Radriar : Siris walked to the top of the long steps. Shabti's palace was desserted, an eerie silence filling the air. Siris walked towards the gong at the back of the palace, knowing that the challenge ahead would be beyond anything he had ever faced before. With an almighty strike of Gernir, the gong clanged, and the sound filled the land for miles beyond. Again, Siris struck, the loud noise like a call to Radriar. And again, and again. Siris stopped. He walked towards the edge of the steps, and waited for his doom and his destiny to arrive. Thoughts of his previous lives, of meeting the Worker of Secrets, of capturing the blade flew through Siris' mind. Yet, he kept calm, and waited. Mere hours later, four figures waited by the edge of the great Eldunari tree by the glimmering lake. One of them walked out in front, armour glistening white. The figures helm was that of a helio helm, a distinct helmet. The figures blade was crafted with expert skill, emanating a bright blue aura. It could only be the Infinity Blade. "Ragnarok, kill Ausar and claim you rightful place at my side." Radriar boomed, his voice deep and sinister. The giant, armoured beast known as Ragnarok nodded to his master, and leaped high in the air, landing before Siris at the steps of the palace. Siris didn't even blink. "My axe will taste deathless blood!" Ragnarok cried, as he lifted his axe with little effort." "Let us see if you are a worthy opponent." Siris said. He bowed to his foe, and the battle begun. Ragnarok slammed his axe where Siris had stood, yet the quick Siris dodged with little effort and swung Gernir. Ragnarok blocked the heavy weapon with the butt of his axe and tried to attack once again. Siris blocked with Gernir and hit Ragnarok in the crotch with the blade. The armoured beast stumbled, giving Siris enough time to swing again. With Gernir's full force hitting him, Ragnarok fell back. Siris struck again, this time aiming for the legs, and Ragnarok fell. In the struggle to get up, Siris leaped in the air and brung Gernir down on his foe, like a wrath from the heavens. Ragnarok cried but alas, it was no used. The first opponent had fallen. "Pathetic oaf! You have shamed the name of the God King!" Radriar cried at the dead Ragnarok. "Nagares, prove that you are better than your predecessor." Radriar spat, showing no empathy behind his helm. The slim, nimble Nagares bowed to Radriar and leaped, landing where Ragnarok once stood. "Are you ready for death, my foe?" Nagares asked Siris. "Do not be so confident, swordsman." Siris sneered. Nagares unsheathed his blade and struck. Siris just had enough time to block with the butt of Gernir, but Nagares was already striking again. Siris parried wildly, but Nagares had dodged and was countering. Gerinir was too heavy, meaning Nagares had the edge. Yet, Siris realised, the swordsman was too cocky in his attacks. The swordsman had tried his luck too far though, when he tried to foolishly stab Siris in the heart. Siris dodged, and with his full force, smashed Gernir into Nagares. The swordsman fell back, and adopted a defense position. Now, Siris had his chance. He struck, but Nagares parried, only for Siris to strike again. The bombardment of blows was too much for Nagares, who was out of energy, and his blocks were now sloppy. Siris bid his time, and then butted Nagares in the foot. The swordsman wailed, and Siris struck him in the hand. Nagares dropped his sword, and with a final strike, Siris finished him. Part 2 coming soon