theonionjunktion

Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

Katya and the Dean came to an interesting conclusion. They both looked at each other. The dean then said, "Katya, this stays between you and I, go and delete this footage and make sure no one else knows."

Katya bowed and briskly walked out. The dean had a bi beautiful corner office with a nice view of the school. She held her hands behind her back and thought, "I thought the boy was a coward, does he not know that doing this will put his life at risk. Not to mention that Ro agreed to take the boy personally. Old man, you move quickly, to think that Ro was in your camp all along. How many talents are under your thumb."

The shuttle had alread entered Sahid and was on its way to its destination, which so happened to be on the opposite side of the city.

"That's the plan, can you do it young blood?" asked Ro with squinted eyes. Darius nodded, "Cowards make good actors. This won't be hard. To be honest this isn't really acting for me."

Finding balance