Chapitre 41: Basilisk Stronghold
[18 years ago - 2 years after the Infinite Sea appeared]
A young boy with short black hair and grey eyes looks up in horror as a massive wall of flames engulf his island. Tightly closing his eyes as suddenly he's forced to the ground. Struggling as he clenches his fist. Looking up as a giant 16 foot tall girl stands in front of him. Short but spikey red hair, bright red eyeshadow. Her eyes were solid black with a white star in the middle. Yet they still emmit an ominous red glow.
Moon jolts awake, Screaming in anger. Seemingly tied to the medical bed.
"BUKI!" A doctor is shocked and looks at him.
"Admiral Moon, you're awake! Stay as still as possible, you're heart almost gave out on you!" Admiral Moon sits up in the bed. The cuffs on the bed are not able to hold him down at all. Shattering into many pieces. His muscular physique creaked and popped. His muscles pulsing with white energy. His eyes turned red as his teeth sharpen. Gritting them as all the medical wires snap off. Alarms go off as steam escapes the Admiral's mask-covered mouth.
"I must stop Alien King Yuma before it's too late… or this World is doomed!"
Boombox tries to force his way out of the 30 guards holding him back. His wings tied along with his feet and wrists to the floor. Boombox screams.
"I'LL FIND YOU, YUMA!!!" The guards watch in shock as Boombox suddenly bulks up a bit. Clenching his fist and letting his body's tension release, sending the gaurds back. Boombox rises to his feet. Wrists in cuffs welded to the ground. Bending and contorting his back as his muscles rage. Boombox screams as his arms bulk up. Shattering the cuffs as he finally stands up to his full height of 6 foot 2. The commander walks over and barks orders.
"Get the Admiral! We can't-... wait…" The commander squints and looks at Boombox. He stood there, motionless. His muscles exasperated and well defined. His wings stretched all the way out and slowly returned to a closed position. Boombox's eyes are solid white as his body hits the ground unconscious.
Yuma hits the ground of his hard prison floor. Solid uncoversed and cracked concrete. The walls creeking around them like the prison was about to collapse. The cell had no windows and in the corner sat a man in a hood. The man spoke from the hidden gaze of the hoodie he wore.
"And who might you be? Young pink boy?" Yuma looks over.
"My names Yuma… Alien King Yuma" The man smiles under his hood.
"You fragil flower pedals, glowing and shimmering with hope… Buki thrives on shattering those flowers" Yuma raises an eyebrow.
"Buki? I've heard that name before… who is it?" The Man looks away.
"Buki… the strongest of the 10 Demon Lords who also possess the most amount of land… she let's the Government have their fun with those within the walls… then she manipulates them to her will IF they make it out the wall… but people escaping the wall is such a rare feat that she becomes sadistic whenever someone does…" Yuma is confused. Leaning off to the side and resting on his elbow.
"How do you know so much about her?" The man turns to look at Yuma. The man's eyes completely white. His hair burnt in patches as the skin off his face is nearly burnt off.
"I tried getting past her… I'm lucky I survived…" Yuma looks down thinking to himself. What are Buki's motives, what does she do to those who don't escape? What's her relation to Colonial Ikati?
"Her reign is so demanding and powerful, that the other Demon Lords fear her with their lives… so she has several Demon Lords directly working for her" Yuma is shocked. His eyes widen as fear etches his face. The first time he'd been afraid in a while. This was the reality he was up against, the reality he was opposing.
"Alien King: Yuma!" Yuma looks up at two guards. They enter the cell and cuff him. Taking him out and walking him down the hall. Yuma is going willingly. One of the transport guards was from the prison boat he was on. Holding his fist out and nodding for a thumbs up.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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