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Post by Mondo Mundo on May 17, 2023 16:30:37 GMT -5
It had been so… so long since Mundo had breathed fresh, clean air. It filled the breadth of his body with a feeling of bliss and calmness. A peaceful feeling—One which he wasn't accustomed to. It’d almost made him forget the unfortunate circumstances he found himself in. His eyes scanned the dull horizons, piercing through every monotonous rock and blue hill. Every green lake and strange insect. He frowned. It hadn't been long since his encounter with the strange demon, Erebos… Yet, this place proved to be even stranger.
His eyes locked onto a faraway green person, with antennae and unusual clothes. He could feel the individual's power, and he felt his frown deepen. Every such inhabitant of this world that he’d come across since his awakening was utterly weak. Save for Erebos… but it was clear in his appearance and demeanor that he was not of this place. They farmed, for some reason. How… useless?
Mundo grimaced, old memories of his first expeditions with the sect emerging. These people resembled so much those that Mundo worked to wipe out in the past. They wasted their time, pursuing goals apart from strength and the achievement of honor. Why farm when one could simply conjure up any food with Magicks? Why farm when you could simply take whatever you needed from those weaker?
Scowling now, Mundo began to realize that these were a people without honor. Those without honor were without strength, and those without strength deserved nothing less than annihilation. The calmness he’d felt slowly withered, and he began to pace across the fields and hills toward the distant village he’d spotted. At least one Majn alive still followed the principles of 𐡄𐡔𐡁…
He would set things right. He’d put this pitiful people to the test.
Arriving in the midst of the small village, his chest began to puff up. His upper body grew considerably, and steam began to escape him all throughout his body. Some Namekians with considerable power began to emerge, making their way toward him… Curious or perhaps wary of whatever he was doing. Before they could reach him, however, he bellowed a ferocious roar which shook the air. A shockwave erupted away from him, knocking the fighters away, upending the fields, and toppling the nearby rotund buildings. Farmers scrambled for cover, the fighters struggling to stand straight as his everlasting yell continued to destroy their crumbling settlement. Eventually, Mundo stopped, and an uneasy silence descended on the village as he shrunk back down. "You have been put to the test, Fight or Die," He announced, watching as a group of namekians began to rush at him. He smiled, rushing forward to meet them. He would rip and tear this planet apart, maybe even regaining his strength as he did so. And if they stopped him? Perhaps then, they deserved to live. Unlikely... but perhaps.
His eyes locked onto a faraway green person, with antennae and unusual clothes. He could feel the individual's power, and he felt his frown deepen. Every such inhabitant of this world that he’d come across since his awakening was utterly weak. Save for Erebos… but it was clear in his appearance and demeanor that he was not of this place. They farmed, for some reason. How… useless?
Mundo grimaced, old memories of his first expeditions with the sect emerging. These people resembled so much those that Mundo worked to wipe out in the past. They wasted their time, pursuing goals apart from strength and the achievement of honor. Why farm when one could simply conjure up any food with Magicks? Why farm when you could simply take whatever you needed from those weaker?
Scowling now, Mundo began to realize that these were a people without honor. Those without honor were without strength, and those without strength deserved nothing less than annihilation. The calmness he’d felt slowly withered, and he began to pace across the fields and hills toward the distant village he’d spotted. At least one Majn alive still followed the principles of 𐡄𐡔𐡁…
He would set things right. He’d put this pitiful people to the test.
Arriving in the midst of the small village, his chest began to puff up. His upper body grew considerably, and steam began to escape him all throughout his body. Some Namekians with considerable power began to emerge, making their way toward him… Curious or perhaps wary of whatever he was doing. Before they could reach him, however, he bellowed a ferocious roar which shook the air. A shockwave erupted away from him, knocking the fighters away, upending the fields, and toppling the nearby rotund buildings. Farmers scrambled for cover, the fighters struggling to stand straight as his everlasting yell continued to destroy their crumbling settlement. Eventually, Mundo stopped, and an uneasy silence descended on the village as he shrunk back down. "You have been put to the test, Fight or Die," He announced, watching as a group of namekians began to rush at him. He smiled, rushing forward to meet them. He would rip and tear this planet apart, maybe even regaining his strength as he did so. And if they stopped him? Perhaps then, they deserved to live. Unlikely... but perhaps.
PL: 16000 (x4 Majin Malice Active)
WC: 478
Notes: To the sword!
WC: 478
Notes: To the sword!
