A few months ago...
A group of cloaked individuals were gathered together, bowing down in front of a tomb with was placed atop an altar. The individuals stayed quite a distance from the the altar, none dispite their tremendous faith, could dare careless move.
The tomb was coated in gold, diamonds and other precious stones, the likes of which the mortal world had never seen before.
" Arch Priest, the preparations are ready" A man said, his face was covered by a mask that had a rune symbol written on it, he had stood much futher away from those who bowed before the altar with a tomb on it.
" Let us begin!" The arch priest said as he stepped forward, edging closer to the tomb.
The three others that followed behind fell as they got closer, they were dead, without looking back the arch priest moved on, three other coming to take their place, again they had barely taken a few steps forward, before they as well fell dead. Once more their spots were occupied by others who would only move a few steps then fall dead.
In suchannwr they continued till they reached the altar, by the time they arrived there they had sacrificed over thirty worshipers. They had been exchanging their souls for the arch priests so he alcould reach the tomb.
Even now that the four stood before it, their souls were gradually being erased.
The arch priest raised his hands up, bowing his head to the tomb.
He utterd some words in a language foreign to all the other.
Then he put his hand to his mouth and took a bite, his skin begin ripped out, blood poured like a fountain on the altar, as he dropped his torn flesh on the altar, his hands injury closed up almost instantly.
Thud!!
Two of the priests behind him fell, and two others filled their place, the arch priest did not even glan their way, once.
The blood on the altar died up, sizzling out.
" Priest Cante" the high priest said, his hand stretched out, a book was dropped on it, bringing his bands to the front again, he opened the book and read out.
" From death to death, all things proceed, for death never dies, it only changes it's form!" The arch priest said as blood started running from his nose.
" Tamanou we u ça ji, mi cva ne plëásuiavio" the priest said, the walls all around begun shaking and cracking, the three behind him fell dead, the other moving to occupy fell down before they even reached the arch priest, but that did not stop the next batch from literally running in, one by one as the arch priest spoke those strange words.
Blood was pouring from his nose, ears and now they started coming out from his eyes, but that's when it happened.
Ever so lightly, they heard it move, then with a loud scraping sound, the seals on the tomb, were undone, then the top, was pushed away from inside out.
A release of spiritual energy, so pure and unrefined burst out, knocking everyone out, the walls broke down like paper, the altar shine red, and from the tomb, a hand came out, then another, then holding the tomb, the rest of the body was pushed out.
The being they had just awoken was in no way normal, his skin was pale, his hair lay in disarray, he was not tall, just about 5'7 in total height and he was very skinny.
He if looked at by mortals, was everything but not powerful, but this being that nearly 50 of the Denkei level and the arch priest, who was at the peak of Henkei had just sacrificed their lives to awaken, was infact, the god of death, Noir.
***
Itoyea squared his shoulders, entering his stance.
Aitken stepped forward, as the girl behind him squealed.
" Leopat-, no Cheim Nell step back please, I wouldn't want to get blood on you" Aitken said, as he moved in front.
" Okie! make sure you don't hurt his face, his quite pretty" she said, as blood needles formed behind Aitken's back.
" Ohh, I'm hurt you're talking about another guy, in front of me no less" Aitken said.
' sick! They both sickos!!' Itoyea said his eyes glued on Aitken.
Whosh!!
The blood needles shot at Itoyea, Itoyea parried the first, as it made contact with his wooden blade, it burst, splashing then immediately reformed behind the blade right at his face.
Itoyea ducked so fast, immediately shooting forward at Aitken who stood watching him. Itoyea dodged two more of the blood needles that shot at him.
Just as he reached Aitken, he swung his sword, slashing at him, the attack however never reached Itoyea, a pool of blood was before him and Aitken.
His sword sunk into the blood, the wood was immediately crushed to dust, Itoyea leapt backwards, Aitken however did not let up, as Itoyea retreated he sent his blood needles after Itoyea.
Itoyea dodged the needle stabs that were aimed at his face, however he noticed one needle that was coming right at his face.
He spat right at it, there was an explosion and Itoyea took the moment to take cover.
Aitken was surprised no one in their level had ever survived this long against his and blood pins, he was pissed, that guy was making him look weak in front of a lady.
***
The clock was ticking, they had about 10 minutes left in the second part of the exam, for the most part, it had been smooth sailing. Binturu had gotten enough flags before the exam had gone on for ten minutes.
Now all that was left was to defend their safe zone till the time ran out.
That's where the issue begun, Binturu had insisted that he would not partake in defending the safe zone, saying that would be Itekan's contribution to the team.
Not long after, their first opponent arrived, he was a tall guy, with ice white hair, his demeanor was cold, the candidate held a spear.
" Look, hand over your flags now! and I might just spare you two" The guy said, Itekan could feel Binturu literally holding himself back from attacking their intruder.
" Are you really that confident in your abilities" Itekan asked.
" -what!?" The ice freak said shocked.
" I mean, It's quite stupid to walk to your opponents base, without at least having that much confidence in your abilities." Itekan said, feeling like he was stating the obvious.
" What!?" The ice freak said, his eyebrows tilting slightly, " I haven't been insulted in such a manner, in my entire life"
" Prepare for the wrath of the ice prince, Arizel Frost, of the frozen mountains" Arizel Frost said, as ice firmed at his feets.
'-insulted?' Itekan wondered...