n Imperial Dragon Tribe. Shortly after, they had been herded to a large cavern and forced inside. Afterward, they had been forced to enter a large underground prison made out of prison where each

into Kronos's cell. Instead of carrying a

arrow stone hallway. Kronos noticed several stone doors that seemed to blend into the wall like his cell door as he walked. Those pr

iors lined the walls, weapons at the ready in case any of the Abnormals acted out

here. Behind these doors is my own personal labyrinth. Each of you will enter

lunged into his stomach. Everyone recoiled in fear as Calypso ripped her weapon out of his stomach and let the body drop to the stone floor. Kronos gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. While everyone speculated how sh

hose that looked into her eyes believ

ne wish to decline?" she asked, locking up a little of the blood on her lance. Of course, she had no volunt

can't begin to tell you how many have wandered this very labyrinth until dying because they couldn't find the exit. Of course, if you see one of your fellow prisoners, you two may end up fighting. You coul

n for it, I've no idea where the exit to the prison is from here. That's if I could even make it there before being cut down. I have no choice but to go along with this for now. Kro

alypso did warn us this labyrinth would be challenging. Perhaps the entryway is enchanted. Maybe once we step through those doors, we each get sent to a different

the brass handle, twisted it, and opened the door. He was greeted with the sight of a man with ragged black hair and a wild beard. His left eye was closed shut

hairs which flowed towards the back. The shoulders were fairly rounded, broad, and relatively small in size. They were decorated with two smaller blades on each side, curved towards the backside. Th

om the neck down, narrowing near the groin and left part of the sides exposed. The upper legs were covered by shorts made from exotic animal hide. The low

e, he was enraged. " Hey, you alright? My name's Kronos; who are you?" Kronos asked. He sniffed the air to get this man's scent, but

you! I'll kill

step back. Why does this guy look familiar? I don't

s large, purple tongue. Upon closer inspection

rshippers of the Ishtar; even if you committed some kind o

nos, landing a punch in his jaw. Kronos'

To fight would be po

ce! Using Mana, he conjured white lightning to cover his fist and punched the man in the face. The man snarled as he skidded back. He flew at Kronos again with a roar, who

ound, throwing the man across the room. With a flick of the wrist, Kr

I will kill you! I w

words. Why does that sound so familiar? And w

turned golden, the blue replacing to black. " Now, face the wrath of the Tribal Trait of the Naga, the Nint

intar Dragon Tribe Academy, Kronos was fighting on the front lines. He had encountered this very Naga during a mission where he had to steal valuable information. They had met in a small town that

generation, can mimic the abilities of others, as long as they are not Tribal Traits themselves. The Naga rushed at Kronos, aiming a punch at him. Thinking fa

several feet, closed his eyes, and opened them again, channeling Mana in his eyes to activate the Ryuijin in both his eyes. The man slowly turned around and hissed when he saw

ir eyes meet, Kronos activated another one of his eyes abilities. Using his power to create an illusion, Kronos created an illusion of the man's daughter after Kronos cut her down that night. The

esides, he was a Sintar warrior; he had zero qualms about using this type of warfare against an enemy. He smirked and closed his right eye. He wasn't done testing his Ryuijin yet; he still had a co

lightning rushed from his palm and struck the Naga in the chest. " Farewell," Kronos said, using his left eye's ability to send the man crashing into

e remained, but the body was gone. No blood, no indication he had ever been there. Kronos leaned forward,

m out of this damn maze, the better. Kronos got to his feet and opened the door closest to him to show a new hallway. Kronos shut the door behind him and

e on shell than sight to guide him. The stench of blood and the sounds of battle were everywhere. Kronos stopped as the dog suddenly cleared up to reveal

ack against the Naga. But he was just a child against fully trained soldiers. He was soon put on the ground, his hands bound behind

lf began to cry softly, crying that quickly turned into wailing. Kronos sighed as he looked on, unable to do anything. When he had been taken prisoner, his heritage has made him a prime target for daily

ity. Due to his time spent in the prison camp, he bore a hatred for all Naga to this day, and due to the trauma inflicted on him, he had temporarily lost all ta

ook at them, only to feel a spear enter his back. With a cry of pain, he fell on his knees, stomach lurching. Unable to stop himself, he beg

d if you use the proper bait." Just then, Kronos was b

breathed in and out fast,

nd of wind coming from a wall. Wind. Wind means freedom. Wind means escape. Escape. Must escape. Kronos followed the sound of the wind to a random wall an

ed at the stone wall, scars embedding themselves against the stone. Escape. Must escape. His

n activated, snapping Kron

h many corridors. " And how did I get here?" Just then, a piercing wail of fear and anguish split the air. What was that? I shouldn't

re a man was standing on his knees, back towards Kronos, clutching his head

d. Kronos gasped and stepped back; the man was so heavily wounded; all Kronos could

broken me! We're all going to die! All of us! All of us will die!" The man drew a dagger, and before Kronos could say anything, th

h of Mana that felt cold. Colder than any other Mana he has felt before. Kronos could feel the sinister intent and the blood

ing's