And then the flames of Gamigan would evaporate the rising King of Worlds. Jahan had failed to move quickly enough, his caution had murdered himself. The heat of Gamigan raged on like the Fires of Troy; if not Hell itself.
And like ashes to dust he fell. Along side his comrades, like he had so long ago.
His ashes were blown with the dust returning to nature, they flew through the air before they fatedly made contact with the gate. The gate activated and Jahangir's spirit would still fade into another realm. Jahanghir had recieved many visions from Gamigans gate, the painted world before him was magical and delightful. He would see all beings of Alma Torran, Magic it was some sort of world unknown to his own. Yet Jahan would recieve more visions through the rukh as he entered the next realm. It was a realm like the pitch abyss of his coma. The Darkness enveloped what must had been the majesty's ego. His true I and self...
"Oh damned bastard
world king"
"What is it that you choose to claim?"
Jahan's body lied within the floor of the dark abyss, and he could hear several distorted voices. Figures loomed above him and cast shadows even further upon his face; like the high blades of grass in the plains over a lion's den. Who were these people? They were too much a blur for Jahan to decipher.
Were their clothes tattered? Or had they been royalty, Some had been quite tall and strong. Others had been thin and exotic, yet all of them had one thing in common; they passed judgement on Jahangir. There was one more figure towering above Jahanghir; the silhouette of the Lord of Strength, Gremory.
"How do you represent me?"Jahanghirs heart would have ripped if he had one. His ego had all but faded in the spiritual transition to the other side. He stood before the rukh tied to his very soul. What drove him now?
"You have yet to touch realize our strength..."The Rukh then erupted, and within a light-switch' instance; light returned to the world.The onset of the event sent the white rukh rampaging, they swarmed Jahan in a murderous way.
If one might have heared the rukh, could they wonder the screams of disappointment. Of Disgrace.
He had failed yet again. The Rukh would rise to the air and return to the aether. Jahanghir
inhaled, and let out a loud and vulnerable noise like a newborns first breath. The cold then surrounded him, he cringed and climbed to his feet from his knees. He took breath after breath, flooding his body with new life. The bitter cold and blizzard whipped Jahanghir's body, his spirit came back into this world in a bitter rage. He roared, he shouted with such intensity the air softly quaked.
At first he couldnt believe he was alive, but he could feel it. He could feel the aura of the dungeon, it had marked him. He knew he was alive and yet in still he had known; he died.
"How! HOW DARE!" Jahanghir's bass echoed. His rage and hatred burned at his throat and it grew tight. "I Died" Jahanghir gritted his teeth and stomped, marched swinging his arms in short violent ways. Soon he would roar again, losing his peace only a few yards deeper into the snow.
"YOU KILLED ME!" He shouted and tears would form in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. He cursed Gamigan, he loathed the life forms within this space. They had made him fall, he himself dishonored. His tears would not further disgrace his majesty for long however. His expression stilled, and he wiped his face with his Aurangzeb.
"Im raising the ante." Jahanghir said, his blood was boiling. He would not wait much longer. He marched through the snow, he had only appeared but just a short while from the others. He could see his comrades, had they fallen like him? They must have. They were lucky the master of this realm had been empathetic.
"ZUBAIDAH!" Jahangir called out in his strong militant voice, it howled through the snow. He would not wait long, he was angry, at the world and himself. She might have been shocked to hear him speak with such intensity. She had jokes for him but Jahan's boyish light had left his soul. For the moment, he had the sharp and cold purple irises; the expression of an eagle. Like his own mothers commanding gaze. For some reason Zubaidah's words had a way of pissing Jahan off.
How could they all be so calm now? Did they not feel it? He clenched his teeth. He could still feel the malice of the Dungeon, urging them forward. The Dungeon echoed a dark and dangerous noise. The wind blew and Jahangir shuddered, he needed space.
"الرب وراء القوة! ولي ولي الملك العالمي ( Lord beyond strength! Crown me as world king! )"Jahangirs body erupted with Magoi and white light, the black rukh frenzied around their king. Why had he not called them earlier? Six white wings formed from the light of his transformation, his clothing and form had changed. His crown had vanished replaced by a valkyrian face guard. His hair had became alabaster white, his body cloathed in new armor with bits of peices of floating ornaments. In his right hand he held a long black sword that glowed like an intense black light. However his Aurangzeb, and The Sword of Damokles remained on him. Yi jun remained hidden in his shirt making contact with his chest.This would all happen in a flash.
However the biggest change was the violent nature of Jahangirs strength. It seemed to be horrendous this time, more energetic- passionate and violent. Everything in 30 meters of the world king hit the floor. Snow, ice and any individual who had not but the greatest of strength. Knux would find himself burdened beneath the black aura, he would feel it quake and shift trying to bring him down. Yet he would be able to manage.
However if they did not have the strength, they would fall to their knees, only able to move their upper bodies.
Jahanghir gripped Zubaidah waist, scowling and flashing his long canine teeth seductively-yet unconsciously. He gripped the woman and pulled her up, she was so light to his touch, but she may not have been able to resist the immense strength of the 7th King Candidate.
"Why do you speak to me like that?" Jahanghirs bangs fell before his face as he looked down at Zub. Another second had passed and the feeling of danger only increased, and Jahanghir only wasted more time on his attitude.
"I dont take any mans orders, I only receive my commandments from the Heavens. I will carry you for my honor, but I suggest you all follow quickly." Jahangir scanned the other individuals, his brother, the soldier and Knuckles.
"I will lead the way because I have done this before."And then he thought of Ariel, what had The Magi seen in him? He didn't know, but he knew he would get Zub into the Chamber as she had done in turn for him. Yet why did The King bother? Jahangirs angst and irritation would not subside, instead he turned with Zubudaih gripped in his left arm. His Aurangzeb covered her, and his cold BILLIE.JEAN.GLOVE supported her by the thigh.
He turned and with a strong kick into the air, The kings flight-magic ignited. He ascended into cold air, the passive of Gremory's Djinn Equip ripping through the snow. A dark angry and malicious feeling followed Jahan but it also urged him forward. He wasted no time and accelerated, He would marvel at the beauty of the Frozen Ballroom but that was no longer his intention. He had all of everything to prove in the moment. His anger kept him motivated, and Zubaidah would feel this in his grip.
Before the threat had chase Jahan was moving forward at A tier speed, he would not stop. He could cleared 10s of meters in seconds, 100s of meters in just a few more. As he would soar through the ballroom he would notice the environment getting more solid, this had to be the right path. He was approaching the next obstacle with vicious energy.
130|150 Magoi
410|410 Stamina
I Djinn Equiped.
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Djinn: Gremory
Form: Djinn Equip
Theme: Strength
Chant: الرب وراء القوة! ولي ولي الملك العالمي ( Lord beyond strength! Crown me as world king! )
Flight: A Tier
Cost: 20m | 10m
Cool Down: 8
Appearance: Jahan's body transforms and his body grows 3 impressive sets of wings with a wing span of 7 meters each. Each pair of wings are different in colored feathers being white, platinum/silver and ombre magenta. Jahan's body grows hard reptilian traits around the hands and abdomen. While Jahanghir's hair turns alabaster white, his garments become embellished in sharp ornamental silver armor, some of which float suspended in his gravity. Around his face is a valkyrian face guard which is sharp and regal. Jahanghir's weapon equip turns into a pitch black nodachi which seems to glow with an aura akin to a black light. The blade is 153 inches long.
Passive:
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Within this form, the user is surrounded by an intense field of gravity that radiates 30m out from his body that moves with them. The initial intensity of this field causes all objects within to feel pressure on their knees and back, they are reduced by a full tier of speed. If the target has C tier strength, they will immediately fall to a kneeling position and only be able to move their upper body. Every 4 posts, the field will pulsate, causing unbearable pressure upon the knees and back that is so great that their speed has diminished to more than half of what it was. If the target has B tier strength, they will fall to a kneeling position and only be able to move their upper body. Any lower and they will be in a deep bow. This effect lasts for 3 posts.