Earth: Zar

Zar can hear the whispers in front of him a small smirk appeared on his face, he knew they were close and there was no way they can run now nothing can save them now, they all will be at his mercy.

The sound of the waves from nearby streams were giving Zar the familiar vibes of home, this was the only place he felt connected.

Soldiers were marching with them, almost as silent as the whisper of a snake, their footsteps have been tamed by Zar, his way was the only one they know. They all were wrapped by the invisible chains that their master controls not something of magic or illusion, something which was engraved deep inside their brain and which was part of their identity maybe for some whole of their identity.

"Halt", shouted Zar and every single moment behind him became static like most of them were statues without lives, without thoughts even their breaths were in harmony and without any sound.

A wide smile floated over Zar's face he knew Ogre was close, he can sense his fear.

Zar hummed his name, "My friend you know you can't hide, you know I'm here and I'll take what's mine. My friend. Ogre! "

"I thought you'll be happy to see your old friend."

"Are we still playing this game of yours or should I start butchering your people one by one."

A metallic noise of swords being drawn filled the whole area, screeching like a serpent being drawn out of its hole ready to hunt down whoever he sees first.

Ogre came out of the darkness.

"Alas! My friend at last I get to see you. How you have been doing?"

Ogre has nothing to reply to except his silence.

"I don't think you're planning to go for it bare-handed or should I help you", said Zar and threw a sword towards him.

Ogre slowly moved towards the sword trying to anticipate every move that he is going to take to slow down his friend from killing all his people, maybe slavery was the only option they have to live.

"Let's see what you have been doing all these years, Brother.", a smirk stretched through the face of Zar and with a thrust he lashed forward, bellowing wordlessly. Ogre quickly grabbed the sword and dodged the slash directed towards the centre of his abdomen. Their swords screamed, all the eyes both standing and hiding widen, and a few tried to sneak to get a look at what was happening. Those defined seconds of violence, retreat, assess and engage.

"How this feels Feland, isn't it fascinating. I told you my brother will try to stand in front of me, to level me."

Their swords start moving like whips in the vacuum of the cave, falling on each other's blade-like lightning. The crack as aegises on left arms sparks white when blades slash into them. The crunch of stones beneath their feet and the creaking of the flesh of their bodies.

Despite all the smiles, Zar had on his face, everyone was feeling the rage he held. His feet shuffle never crossing, his hips swipe as he lunges toward the stream to take Ogre closer to the lake. His breath comes with every smirk he throws with the blade, his movement flicker fast. Trained maybe. But he was more gifted than trained darker than light can scratch. Nothing on his face was scary still his every slash made every single one that it was through their neck, they all can feel the blood rushing in their veins as their heart was synched to the colliding swords.

Ogre tried to make a grip around the cornerstone and lunges towards him and then changed the trajectory at the last moment which opened the window of a second which was enough for him to make a deadly move. He slashed through his neck without thinking for a second. It was done he'll end this at this very moment, he thought but this was not impossible, Zar can be killed.

Ogre's attacks were getting more and more desperate as he realised the futility of his efforts.

With every swing, Zar effortlessly parried his blade and sent him staggering back. The air was thick with the sound of clashing steel and the scent of blood.

Zar was in his element, a dark gleam in his eyes as he continued to dance around Ogre. His movements were fluid and effortless, like a snake circling its prey. Every time he attacked, it seemed as though he was toying with Ogre, easily overpowering him and sending him crashing to the ground.

The villagers watched in terror as their protector was slowly and mercilessly taken down by Zar. Some were too afraid to move, while others tried to run, only to be cut down by Zar's soldiers.

Ogre's heart felt heavy as he realized that he was somehow responsible for what was happening to his people. The weight of his guilt pressed down on him like a boulder, threatening to crush him under its weight. Yet he refused to falter, determined to face his end with courage and honor. His muscles burned with every parry and thrust, his mind racing to find a weakness in Zar's defense. But with each attack, he felt himself growing weaker, his strength ebbing away like the tide. He knew that he was fighting a losing battle, but he refused to give in. For even in the face of death, he would show himself that he was still worthy of redemption, still capable of making amends for his mistakes. He would not go down without a fight.

With a roar, Ogre lunged forward, swinging his sword with all his might. But Zar simply sidestepped him and drove his own blade deep into Ogre's side. The impact sent Ogre crashing to the ground, blood pooling around him.

Zar stood over him, a look of cold satisfaction on his face. "I told you, my friend," he said, "that you could not defeat me. You should have surrendered when you had the chance."

Ogre could feel his life slipping away as he lay there, struggling to breathe. In his final moments, he looked up at Zar, his eyes filled with a mix of defiance and sadness. "I may have lost this battle," he whispered, "but the fight is not over.

Zar towered over the fallen Ogre, his body pulsing with energy as he raised his weapon. He looked down upon his foe with cold detachment, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Slowly, he brought his weapon down, the sound of metal meeting flesh echoing through the chamber. The blow was delivered with a cruel precision, each moment drawn out for maximum effect. There was no joy in the strike, only a cold, sadistic pleasure in watching the life drain from Ogre's body with each passing second. And then, with a final, fatal blow, it was over. Ogre's body went limp, and the chamber fell silent once more, save for the sound of Zar's breathing, deep and steady, as he reveled in his victory.

As Zar stood there in the desolate wasteland, his mind consumed by the visions of darkness and despair, he felt a newfound hunger stir within him. The desire for power and conquest burned like a wildfire in his soul, driving him to madness. He could see the bloodshed and destruction that lay ahead, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to rule over all that he saw, to become a god among men.

With each passing moment, the abyss within him grew deeper, beckoning him to take that final step into the darkness. The whispers of temptation echoed in his ears, urging him to do whatever it took to seize the power he so desperately craved. And as he looked upon the horizon, he knew that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

The memory of Ogre's death no longer bothered him, as it was just another obstacle in his path to greatness. He had no use for remorse or pity, only for strength and dominance. He would crush anyone who stood in his way, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

As Zar took his first steps towards the future he envisioned, his heart filled with a hunger that could never be sated. He would stop at nothing to conquer all that lay before him, heedless of the cost or the toll it would take on his soul.