1 NEXUS CALAMITY

Two streaks of light flashed through the gargantuan trees of the Aurora forest, laying waste to whatever they passed by. These streaks would occasionally collide sending shock waves that further decimated their surroundings.

"ANTON!! STOP THIS NONSENSE AT ONCE!! Return what you have stolen, sever your core and maybe I can consider letting you keep your worthless life." A booming voice caused both streaks to come to a sudden halt revealing two men. The one who had spoken was adorned in dazzling silver armor that caused one to squint just to look at him. His chiseled face resembled Greek gods and although breathtaking, failed to hide the great arrogance that constantly leaked with his word choice. The other was dressed in a dark robe, that had numerous cuts revealing deep wounds. The wounds constantly dripped blood portraying a gruesome sight. An utter contrast to the magisterial armored man.

Although severely wounded he stood upright and had a face filled with confidence uttered; "You're the one filled with nonsense, I am merely taking back what is rightfully mine .... or have you forgotten the events of that day, Lawrence." "Stop your blabbering, I do not like repeating myself. GUARDS!!! Return the stolen artifact to my side! ..... and wipe this vermin out of my sight while you're at it." Multiple armored individuals wielding deadly weapons, appeared out of nowhere and headed towards Anton with their objective to take the prism shaped object within his grasp. Just as they were about to reach him, unbridled fear could be seen on Lawrence's face. "STO..."

"Fools". Just a simple word, a simple word uttered by Anton that would be the last thing those approaching him would hear. Before they could comprehend what was going on their views went black .... reason, their bodies had exploded into fine red mist. No bones, no organs, just minuscule droplets of blood that splashed everywhere except where Anton stood. Lawrence face was anything but graceful at this point, with armor and a face stained with blood he stammered; "Wha... What did you do?"

"Heh" Anton chuckled "You seriously thought I would fall for your sorry excuse of a trap? really? I just happened to conveniently stop when you told me to? It didn't ring any warning sirens in that thick skull of yours? Of course, it didn't. You're still as ignorant as ever. Anyways, I recall you mentioning that you'd consider letting me keep my worthless life, let's see if that's still the case." The wicked glint in Anton's eyes sent shivers down Lawrence's back.

Lawrence turned into a streak of light, going faster than when he was chasing Anton. 'No,no,no,no,nooooo, I don't want to turn into red mist. I must escape, escape at all costs! I am Lawrence Von Jurgen! The heir to the Jurgen throne. The family that rules these vast lands. I will live and be king! It's my birth right! I must.... ' He was suddenly dragged back to reality by a cold voice, one he was all too familiar with; "Do you know what a cornered rat will do to survive.... it will scratch, scream, squeak, bite, crawl, basically do whatever it can to survive. I wonder, what you will do?" BOOOM!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!! HEEEELP! MY LEGS! MY LEEEEEGS!"

Everything below Lawrence's waist was gone. Just blood mist remained in its stead. " PLEEEASE! Please spare me, I was blinded by greed and couldn't see your greatness. Is it wealth you desire? Wives? Fame? Power? Or all of it? Consider it yours, ALL YOURS! Just.... Just as long as you let me go." Lawrence pleaded for his life, crawling away with all the strength he could muster. In the midst of all the pleading and persuasion a dark robed individual observed indifferently with the bearing of a higher existence listening to the pleas of an ant. This individual had long black silky hair that draped to their mid back, violet eyes that glowed with an otherworldly presence and a sneer plastered on his face that would make one wonder what it was that could be so disgusting? Their visage was devilishly handsome and would cause countless beauties to turn in his direction with ulterior motives. This individual was none other than Anton. "Yes, I desire all those things. You know what, maybe I should let you go. That must have hurt, need a hand?" A hand suddenly manifested in Anton's grasp. The arm had dazzling armor, which bore a ghastly resemblance to Lawrence's. "AAAAAAAARGH!" Lawrence's blood-curdling screams intensified. His right arm had been chopped off! "Too soon, HAHAHAHA!"

"You.... you.... You'll PAY! Pay for all of this ANTON! All this pain, If I'm dying today, better hope your family is sa..."BOOOM! A giant crater formed where Lawrence was previously writhing in pain. The crater spanned one hundred meters in diameter. The surroundings were decimated, not an ounce of the once tall trees could be seen. All that remained was barren land and an eerie sound that slowly silenced. At the center of this crater was a lone, dark robed figure wielding a giant double battle axe with gleaming red blades. He stood stock-still emanating traces of bloodlust that would cause any living being to scurry away in fear. "You just had to go and piss me off by threatening my family" A cold whisper escaped this being's lips then it vanished leaving settling dust where it once stood.

Suddenly two beings with a shadowy appearance arrived at the edge of the crater. One of them was visibly trembling. "What was that?" the trembling figure asked. An alluring feminine voice filled with solemness could be heard responding. "Something you want no contact with. Send word to the empress, the Jurgen territory may... no, is going to experience many difficulties which may hinder our plans" "What... what do you mean?" the trembling figure asked in a shaky voice, obviously still startled. "Just go, the empress will understand." "Yes ma'am" Then one of the figures vanished leaving no traces of its existence. "Let me get out of here as well, That's the Jurgens problem not mine." Then the remaining figure vanished