The king seated upon a throne made of living flesh with green vine sprouting out of it, his eyes closed shut before letting out a deep sigh opened them revealing that one of the glowed with the radiant green light of life. The eye that the king had lost all those eyes ago during his battle with the Su Baera was now replaced with the Dumo Stone, the source of all of life.

  “Where is she?” the king asked himself with frustration in his voice as he spoke.

  The Dumo Stone, the power of life itself, the ultimate power now in his grasp, connected him to every single living creature on the world and allowed him to make every single one of them to submit to his will and be under his complete and utter control, and yet she, a lonely slave girl was able to resist the power of the Dumo Stone, and as though that alone was enough the power she unleashed during that moment was enough to completely destroy every single thing around her. The king then placed his hand on the eye where the Dumo Stone was imbedded and wondered if he didn’t have its power would he have been able to wit stand that power.

  The king then let out a deep sigh. It didn’t matter. Even if the power that that slave possess was great, he had the Dumo Stone, the power of itself in his finger tips and no matter how great of a power she possessed, there was n where it would be enough to go against him.

  But apart from the astonishing power she displayed something else troubled the king and that was the fact that he could not Ibaeran presence in the world. The Dumo Stone connects him to every single living thing in the world and yet he couldn’t sense her.

  He knew she wasn’t dead because he could still feel her life line connected to the Dumo Stone but he just couldn’t figure out where she had disappeared, it was almost as though she had vanished from the face of the earth.

  The king then let out beastly growl out of the frustration he felt over the fact that he could not seem to find why Ibaeran had ran off. The frustration soon turned in to an intense rage and then, as though the king’s mind had been temporally taken over by a savage and primal force he got from his throne and roared out like savage beast.

  His fearsome roared echoed throughout, shaking the ground and surrounding walls before he finally stopped.

  The king, realizing himself, sat back on his throne while wondering why he just out such a fearsome roar, recalling the intense fury and rage right before he felt the sudden urge to let out that roar. Rage of such intensity along with that savage impulse to roar as though he was nothing more that savage beast was a feeling that was foreign to him.

  The king then felt something, it was faint, so faint that he was barely able to notice it but it was there. It felt like an urge of some sort, a faint hunger and desire for freedom, yarning akin to that of a caged beast waiting for his shackles to be undone and to be let out of his cage.

  Datubo felt trails of sweats begin to fall down from his face as he began to slowly struggle to maintain a stable mind, feeling urge and hunger grow more and more with each breath he took.

  “You should have listened when I tried to warn you Datubo”, a familiar voice echoed through the wind.

  “Niyanlafu”, Datubo grunted in annoyance and rage.

  Niyanlafu appeared before Datubo with a sinister grin on his face.

  “Is something wrong Datubo, are you sick”, Niyanlafu spoke with fake concern and a mocking smile on his face.

  Datubo hearing Niyanlafu’s taunts, summoned every single ounce of will power he could muster in his current to resist the urge rip his throat out.

  “Why are you here”, the king asked without even making an attempt to hide the rage and distain he felt due to Niyanlafu’s presence.

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  “Why else than congratulate the oh so great king Datubo who ignore all my warning and sought after a power he was never meant to be wielded by him, a power that was far beyond him, too great for him to control, a power that is slowly consuming him as we speak”, said Niyanlafu with a wicked grin on his face.

  Datubo upon hearing what Niyanlafu said simply grinded teeth and grunted, with every single fiber of his being yelling out for him to descend upon down upon Niyanlafu with his full might and fury, but *sigh*, Datubo chose, summoning whatever little miniscule speck of willpower he could muster to maintain his composure. Even though looking down on Niyanlafu from his might throne and seeing the way he taunted and mocked him with that sly grin on his face made his blood boil from with, he chose to remain calm.

  Datubo then extended his hand to Niyanlafu. Since Niyanlafu believed that the power he possessed was one that was too great for him and could not control, he would show he just how much control he had over that great power. But then, as Datubo stretched out his hand to Niyanlafu, intending to bend him to his will and control using the power of the Dumo Stone, the king’s widened in shock while the grin on Niyanlafu’s face only grew wider.

  “Oh your majesty, are you sure you haven’t fallen ill. You look so pale, almost as though you’ve seen ghost or Something much more horrifying”, Niyanlafu spoke with his voice becoming twisted and beastly, and his eyes turning patch black.

  “What...what are you?” the king asked with mix of shock, confusion, and fear in his voice as he looked out to creature that stood before him with the Dumo Stone imbedded in his eye, seeing the delicate green threads that every single living thing in both their world and the numerous worlds in existence to the Dumo Stone the source of life itself but no thread was connected Niyanlafu.

  Niyanlafu upon hearing what the king said simply smiled and laugh at him before saying with his twisted and monstrous voice, “Something that is far beyond you feeble comprehension”.

  The king looked at Niyanlafu just what kind of existence stood before. The life line of every single living creature in existence was meant to be connected to the Dumo Stone, and he, now wielding the Dumo Stone could sense that connection within every single living creature across all worlds and yet, he felt absolutely nothing coming from Niyanlafu.

  It was almost as though he was dead, no, more like he very existence was nonexistent, a being that was even though he shouldn’t be, a being that went against the natural order, a being of chaos.

  “This can’t be, I have the ultimate power”, the king began to rambling to himself as though he was reaching the brink of madness.

  “I feel it. The power of life itself flowing through me, connecting me with every single living thing in this world, allowing me to bend it all to my will and yet…” the king’s locked on to Niyanlafu who stared back at him with pitch black eye condescendingly with sly grin on his face.

  The king then began to about how Ibaeran, a weak and pathetic slave managed resist his will and control over her despite the fact that he had the power of Dumo Stone, and now Niyanlafu, a being who’s existence seem to somehow contradict and defy life itself could not be controlled by him even with the power of the Dumo Stone.

  The king, looking at the mocking grin on Niyanlafu’s face, felt his confusing morph in to frustration and from frustration in intense savage rage that made he to slowly begin to lose control over himself.

  “What…happening…to me?” the king struggled as he felt his body begin to be overwhelmed by a power too great for him to contain.

  “Didn’t you claim to be able to command fire”, Niyanlafu asked with the same condescending grin on his face.

  “So command it before it completely consumes you”, Niyanlafu spoke, with his wicked grin widen more as he spoke.

  His eyes then began to radiant and fierce radiant green, Datubo then felt the shackles and cage holding back the savage beast with snap and burst open. The king then felt an overwhelming and savage wave of power wash over him, it was greater than anything he had ever felt before, rose and rose, reaching height far beyond anything the king could ever fathom before but that power soon grew beyond he could contain and control and the great king Datubo found himself being consumed by the power he sought for.

  The king then let out wild, savage and deafen roar that echoed out of his of his palace spread on to every corner of the world. The king’s body then began to morph and change, transforming in to something through monstrous, a horrific reflection of twisted, bitter, and miserable monster within.

  Datubo’s body transformed and grew to the point where his body became far too large to be contained within the palace causing it to shatter and collapse as he body kept growing.

  Niyanlafu just smirked with sly grin on his face before vanishing within a thick dark mist that surrounded him in an instant as the debris of the shattered roof and pillar that once held the palace firmly on its foundation rained down.

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