Big_Yellow

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon stood firm, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the scene. It was a declaration of his strength, his determination, and his unwavering resolve to protect those he held dear.

Drogan lay sprawled on the ground, his body battered and broken. The impact of Lyon's thunderous roundhouse kick had taken its toll, leaving him in a state of disarray. His limbs ached with searing pain, each movement sending shockwaves of agony through his body.

His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling with great effort. Blood trickled from a split lip, staining his pale complexion. His eyes once filled with confidence and defiance, now reflected a mixture of pain and disbelief.

Drogan's body trembled, a testament to the overwhelming force of Lyon's attack. Every inch of his being screamed in protest, aching for respite from the relentless assault. His mind raced, desperately searching for a way to regain his composure and mount a counterattack.

Shaking Second Heaven