Chapter 2.3

In what seemed to be a year Yfir managed to do all. Overthrowing the King of the Blizzard Kingdom, his 20th disciple. Amasing the descendants of his group of followers from 3000 years ago, and creating a hidden Kingdom. People with tattoos, symbolising their rank amongst the followers. They are hidden amongst the highest and lowest rankings of society, and are at the beck and call of their master, Yfir. It was them that helped Yfir catch up on all the happenings after 3000 years. The descendants of his slaves, loyal without a doubt, more loyal that even his own wife. They had been waiting for his return for centuries and when he came, they knew he brought destruction to his enemies and salvation to his people.

As Yfir started his attack on the capital Glas. No one was prepared. Every living thing was brutally murdered. Soldiers, nobles, lords even children were mercilessly cut down.

Looking at the city Yfir said- "I will wipe out your bloodline, your kingdom will be nothing more than dust swirling beneath my feet."

That day, Glas overflowed with crimson. Making its crystalline walls, red. Transforming the once colourful and transparent city, to a red jewel.

As the fight started Yfir went straight to the Kings Chambers. When he saw the King, a smile curled in his lips, "Aaahh, the start of a massacre, are you prepared, my stupid disciple, one of many others to die?"

The King shook with fear not because of Yfir, but by the walls, hung his children and wife, with their insides spilling out, blood bursting forth like water from a hose.

The King threw up immediately. Through anger he attacked Yfir. But he froze, unable to move.

"My, how old you've grown, it's been 3000 years and you still think you can beat me? Haha :), How naive you are, I'll give you a chance to strike me, give it you best..."

As Yfir released him. The King began to chant.

"HEAR ME THE GOD OF ICE, PIERCE MY ENEMIES AND FREEZE THEIR BLOOD. ICE DOMAIN!!!"

"Hmm, so you learned Supreme Spells eeh, compared to you fellow disciples, you were truly one of the slowest to learn." Time froze. Yet the King could still feel and see, his spell was countered in an instant. All he could do was watch. Barely able to speak he muttered "When did you learn to do this you monster!!!"

"Wow I applaud you, for your ability to even talk while in my presence." Yfir turned around materializing a sword out of thin air. "You know, after 3000 years I was finally able to understand how to create matter. And now with this newfound power I could create anything from mountains, to even people. You know what that means, don't you?...:))"