“Mighty one, my na is Trunk.”
The first to speak was that giant. His voice was so deep and strong, it made my entire body shake from the vibrations coming from his big mouth.
“Call lord,” I corrected him, “and Trunk… indeed a suited na for soone like you.”
“Thanks lord.”
“What about you?” I looked at the Shader. Compared to Trunk, this dude was a dwarf.
He was slightly longer than , slim arms, slim upper half, yet starting from his waist everything changed.
He has strange bulky muscles in his legs. His body looks disproportionate in my eyes. But just a single look at his legs gave the impression of how fast he was.
As he stood there, he was surrounded with blackness. It was still sunny and light shone all over the world in a bright way, except over this dude and a small area of one tre radius around him.
Amidst such a dimly lit environnt, his dark red eyes shone in strange lustre. He wasn’t weak, not at all!
“I’m called Seif,” he said, “it’s my honour to serve such a dark lord.”
“Oh, you can sense my energy?!” I was surprised when he called a dark lord.
“Your darkness is way better than mine, lord,” he slightly bowed his head, and I could see a small elliptical black gem at the back of his head.
Was it the source of his energy? Was it his race weakness? I needed to know but later.
“What about you?” I asked the grounder, who was just like Sith described him before to . If I placed this dude next to any of my Gollams, it would be difficult to tell the difference.
If not for its faint yellow and brown tough skin, I wouldn’t tell the difference. Compared to the Gollams with outer bodies made up most likely of rocks, this dude here was more appealing to the eye and more resembling any living race.
“I’m Fort,” he said and his tone was harsh, deep, and hard to understand. It was like soone speaking while eating or sothing.
“I’m Gort,” the second Grounder said.
“I’m Lort.”
It seed this race loved the ‘ort’ ending at their nas or sothing.
“Alright, from now on you are the leaders of the five armies,” I knew they were appointed by their races as leaders, but I had to add my touch as their lord. “Now I want to know, did you all co from the sa world or what?”
“No, lord,” Trunk seed more relaxed to speak with , “at least from the world I ca from, none of the other two are there.”
“I ca from a different world than these two races as well,” Seif added, and I got the general idea.
“Then tell more about your worlds,” I pointed first at Trunk before adding, “I know that you have five other races in your worlds. Tell all you know about these races and the current situation of the apocalypse in your worlds.”
During the next few hours, I gained a good intel about the situation in each apocalypse of the three races.
Giants had five more races there competing with them, the deadliest was a weird race called the Fierers. According to Trunk, these dudes can control ice and water elents, enabling them to stand shoulder to shoulder with their race.
Apart from them, there was no other race that could stand against them. Trunk also went to the point to say that his race’s paragons were dominating the Fierers paragons. But I never put his words to heart.
After all he was one of those Giants. He would always boast about his race against others.
Seif’s race was also one of the supre two races in his world. The other race was sothing called the Reavers, a race that was using his brute strength to pose a threat to Shaders.
He also boasted about his race’s superiority over the other one. By logic, his words carried more weight than Trunk, but I didn’t also put what he said in my heart.
As for the other three, it was a surprise that their race was one of the weakest three races in their worlds. I thought Sith told this race was special, but it seed they were only limited to the trap and sneakily attacking tactics against lowered guarded enemies.
In direct clashes, they wouldn’t fare that well.
“Why do your faces look this pale?” After I finished interrogating them, I noticed the change of their faces to paler. It didn’t look like anything special when Trunk showed this change.
But when the other four also developed the sa signs, I knew sothing wrong was happening here.
“Lord, it’s just…” Trunk spoke and strangely enough he paused midway as his face turned paler.
“What’s going on here?”
“It’s just a backlash from our gods,” Seif explained, “they are furious at us, promising us hell if we keep answering to you.”
“But you are obliged to do so,” I frowned while asking in doubt.
“They are asking us to not answer and choose death instead,” Trunk said, “but who will abandon his life for so beliefs? You showed us your might as a lord. I believe we all are at the sa stages of the apocalypse yet you are way stronger than anyone I saw before!”
“That’s true,” the other three Grounders said in unison.
“So they are punishing you?” I felt more rage against those dirty gods, “do you even know why in the first place you were targeted? Why did I bring you all here? You and the other races whom I just killed?”
“No, lord,” Seif shook his head while I noticed his paler deepened.
“It’s because those dirty dogs acted first against my humans!” I raised my head while adding in an explosive voice, “Did you think no one will retaliate against your dirty deeds? Is this the responsibility you held towards your people? Humph! F*cking useless bunch of gods you are!”
“Lord… Please show rcy!”
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