The Cataclysm

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Summary

"We aren't the angels that descended from the heavens but neither are we the devils that crawled out of the depths of hell, we're soldiers at war. All we are is on different sides." - Randel Spider Witness the unfolding of a worldwide war in a fantasy world that sets up the harmonic existence of races that can manipulate the aspects of nature (Homo Xenocytes) with races that can't do the same (Homo Sapiocytes) Johann Kenton Zark, the usurper, dissolved the millennium peace treaty between empires for an agenda unknown to most, resulting in a war between them to take over his throne and rule over the world. Follow the journey of Shirozou Elric, Kurokami Gerard and the rest of their squad as they rise through the ranks and help their empire overthrow Zark. But along the way, they realize it's not that simple...

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
4.5 2 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 0 - War Crowns No Victor

‘War crowns no victor’ is what was running through the mind of the blonde, expressionless 14 year old girl, walking barefooted, wearing a blood stained white dress, holding her mother’s severed head in her hands.

She traversed the battle stricken lands of Eirini over an uneven terrain of mutilated bodies and the remains of towering skyscrapers. She looked towards the red sky pleading for a ray of hope that would relieve her of this nightmare. Her gaze shifted towards an Eirinian soldier who flew in from the distance and landed in front of her. As the soldier walked towards the girl, the shadows of the high rise ruins faded away, revealing the comforting appearance of a woman who then extended her arms towards the girl. She dropped the head and approached her with open arms, but was stopped dead in her tracks when a flaming blade tore straight through the woman’s face.

She fell back, screaming, as the corpse fell forwards and out of sight. Behind the woman she saw the silhouette of a man, the only visible features being a completely red right eye and a glowing body marking that ran from the right side of his forehead, through his eye and into his clothing. As the man turned around and prepared to fly, the shine of the engraved name written vertically from the collar downwards at the back of his clothing came into view, and it read, ′SHIROZOU’.