The Martial Unity

The Martial Masters silently witnessed the diverging wills of Martial Sages clash midair.

Every twitch, every movement, every breath they took.

It impacted the world.

It churned the air.

“Honestly, I think we should leave it to the Masters.”

A fourth Sage-level aura overlapped upon the others.

The three of them frowned at the man who had just appeared.

He was lying down on the ground, sleeping.

“Why would you bother yourself with such tiresome work in the first place?” The man yawned, remarking absentmindedly.

Yet his eyes glinted with interest.

“We should be the ones asking you that…” The Breath Of Destruction narrowed her eyes. “…Sevian.”

“Well, it’s been a century since I partook in one of these. So I figured why not? Also…” Sage Sevian smiled lazily. “As much as I owe the kid one, it’s not appropriate to dismiss the Master Council decision because of your selfish intentions.

The Sloth Sage of the Stamina Sect had made his choice.

The votes from the Martial Sages were tied two-to-two.

None of the Martial Sages uttered a word.

They didn’t need to.

Their speech was for the sake of those who beheld them.

It was an unnecessary and primitive form of communication.

They needed much less.

Just a glance of the eye was enough.

A deafening silence echoed through the room.

A deep tension choked the air, wringing the atmosphere taut.

Even breathing was a challenge for lesser beings.

“Enough of this,” The Mountain Of Fortitude narrowed his eyes. “If words cannot move you, then numbers shall!”

The Martial Masters gasped as six more Sage-level auras spread through the air.

RUMBLE!

The very land beneath them shook in agony.

Heaven and earth wailed as the weight of ten Martial Sages weighed down on them.

The lesser beings shivered in terror as godly power radiated from the beings at the center of the assembly hall.

They prayed.

At that moment, there were no atheists.

They prayed to none other than the beings to the very beings who inspired primordial fear from the depths of their souls.

“I’m ready to go a round or two any time if you lot are interested!”

A horrifying malevolent cackle escaped from the Devil, Sage Damian Arrancar. A profoundly deep bloodlust emerged from the very core of his being, so much so that it was palpable, almost actual.

“Restrain yourself, fool,” The Tempestuous Fortress, Sage Glacken, scowled at the leader of the Fire Sect as he protected the minds of the assembly from his belligerence. “We convene. We do not war.”

He, along with the Mountain of Fortitude, led the Earth Sect. “War does not sound bad, though,” The Hugging Hegemon defended her fellow leader of the Fire Sect with a grin that featured a mouth full of canine teeth. “I dunno if that pipsqueak of a prince is going to give it to us.”

Not even the deep, dark scars that ran across the entirety of her fair skin could draw attention away from the sheer hulking mass of muscles that lay underneath. An unfathomable amount of physical power lay dormant within the depths of her body.

Every twitch she made caused a tsunami of wind that the Martial Master struggled to contain.

“The two of you are incorrigible,” A young girl, one who looked no older than eight years old, glared at the two leaders of the Fire Sect.

The little girl seemed to live in a different flow of time.

She tapped her fingers, played with her hair, swayed back and forth, and tapped her feet seemingly all at once.

She made billions of impatient movements every second.

She couldn’t help it.

The entire world may as well have been frozen in time from her perspective. It took a deep amount of patience to issue her words in a manner that the lesser being could comprehend.

“I support Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria.”

The leader of the Lightning Sect, the Flickering Elder, had declared her decision!

“I second my colleague’s decision,” The Flashing Flier calmly expressed his support for the Void Prince alongside his fellow leader of the Lightning Sect.

expressed his support for the Void Prince alongside his fellow leader of the Lightning Sect.

The air grew

“Hic…buuurp,”

Nine of them glanced at one particular Martial Sage with disdain.

“Sorry, sorry…don’t mind me, but man…” The drunk woman remarked as she chugged from her wine bottle. “This liquor made from the Celestial Plumberries of the Beast Domain just hits different!”

The Celestial Plumberries were fruits known to be so extraordinarily toxic that a single drop of its extract once brought death upon the entire population of a small country when it escaped into the air due to the mishandling of the product.

Her hair was as disheveled as messy as her clothes were.

Yet the perilous Sage-level aura that radiated from her was not for show.

The Drunk Dame.

The only Martial Sage of the Martial Union who didn’t bother creating or joining a sect.

She, along with the Sloth Sage, were among the most eccentric Martial Sages of the Martial Union.

“Why are you even here?” The Mountain of Fortitude glared at her.

She shrugged. “Why not?”

“If you’re here, make up your mind.”

She glanced at the Sloth Sage. “What choice did he make?”

“He chose to oppose the motion.”

“Then I choose to support it,” She boldly declared. “What is the motion again?”

The nine Martial Sages stared at her, dumbfounded.

While the mood amongst the Martial Sages was nothing they weren’t accustomed to, having known each other for centuries, the lesser beings did not perceive it as such.

Most of them had fainted.

The Martial Masters gritted their teeth as they beheld the ten Martial Sages of the Martial Union, silently deliberating in a ream of communication beyond their fathoming.

RUMBLE

The world quivered under the weight of the Sage Realm.

A profound power that not even the Masters could fathom radiated from them, they, who were but a single Realm below Transcendence. A power that could only be considered that of the gods.

They deliberated silently.

It wasn’t long before a decision was made.