Anomaly

Exhausted as he was, he still took a quick shower, put on his pajama and fell in his bed that he got to use way to rarely. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.

....

„It's only a little further until we reach my testing grounds."

„Why the heck do we need to be all the way out here, didn't you just want to show me a new weapon?"

„Yes, that was the plan, but you do know that I'm not allowed to test anti-army functions within the castle?"

„Oh, so it's that type of weapon?"

„Yes, it is. You should be very satisfied with this."

Suddenly, a beautiful spear appeared in Allan's hands. It was a little less than a meter long and of a bluish silver color without any obvious connection parts, making it look like it was made of only one piece of metal. While it certainly looked like that, it wasn't the entire truth. The spear was completely covered in a dense web of golden lines and runes, which gave the weapon its real beauty, all while still maintaining that feeling as if the entire thing was made from one seamless piece of metal, giving it a rather mysterious feeling.

„Is that it? Well, it does look impressive as always, that is something you have a knack for. So what can it do?"

„It's nothing overly complicated, but that doesn't mean it isn't strong. Ah, we are here, you can try it on those trees over there. Well, on that what is left of them.

First, concentrate the mana in the spear until it gets hard to fit in more. Yes, just like that."

Slowly, the spear that the other person was holding got surrounded by a faint golden aura.

„In this state, the mana depletes slowly, while strengthening the material and sharpening the edge. Like this, you should be able to use it to fight in close combat but try to refrain from using it like that. It's still a secondary weapon."

„But why a spear if it is a secondary weapon? Wouldn't it be better if it was smaller like a ring or pendant in that case."

„I couldn't make it any smaller, my abilities aren't good enough. And a spear had the optimal form to apply the enchantment and rune inlays on. So I thought making it a spear wouldn't be bad in case the charging process takes to long and you get attacked in the process.

But we are here right now because of the next step. Aim the spear at those trees and continue concentrating mana in the weapon. You are in for a little surprise!"

Doing as told, the golden aura started strengthening further. Then it started traveling along the shaft to the tip where it formed a small ball. In the next moment that golden ball shot out at incredible speed while constantly growing, obliterating everything in its way for over fifty meters distance while growing to a diameter of ten meters.

„I like it, it can wipe out all nearby enemy's with a sudden large-scale attack and only needs to recharge afterward. You really are an intelligent man."

While the person said that, the spear began to s.h.i.+ne golden again.

„But that is also what makes you to dangerous."

Saying that, the person suddenly stabbed towards Allan, only to be stopped shortly before hitting him by an invisible barrier.

„Sh*t. I wanted to end it fast."

„You...!!! Core activate! Artifact cancel, code: Destroyer! Start battle mode! Counter: spear, magic!"

Suddenly, a fist-sized ball floated up behind Allan's left shoulder. The outer layer of this ball expanded to almost double its original size, splitting up in countless glowing fragments in the process that started rotating around the center. Layer by layer the ball continued ‚disa.s.sembling' itself until everything one could see was a slightly translucent, blue glowing, ball of light.

„You! What the h.e.l.l are you doing?! Connect to the main unit! Start emergency sequence: code 5284. Delete all externally stored data and activated security level 7 seal. Disconnect from the main unit. Activate: Aegis, t.i.tan, Durandal!"

While all of this happened, the other person had already put away the spear. The golden aura had almost instantly vanished when Allan had

When Allan completed his last command, he was already fully surrounded, but at the same time, three items appeared.

First were seven small silver b.a.l.l.s that were covered in blue lines. They quickly started hovering around Allan as if to protect him.

The second was a set of crude looking, dark grey armor. But instead of collapsing, it stood in front of Allan, looking like t.i.tan with its several centimeter thick armor plates, fitting to its name. In only a few moments, the whole backside of the armor separated into several pieces which floated out of the way, allowing Allan to simply step into the armor after which it closed again.

The core that was previously floating behind Allan's shoulder, automatically fitted itself into a hole on Allans back, after which it got covered by the last piece of armor that was especially thick. The seven silver spheres also fitted into the prepared slots in the armor.

The last item was a gigantic greatsword. The blade was completely black, two meters long and 30cm at its widest. When Allan gripped the handle with both his hands, golden lines started to spread from the handle over the whole blade.

hummmmmmmmm

After a few moments, the sword started to give off a low humming sound.

„Attack the traitor! Don't let him get away with his life! Don't let him hit you, that sword is extremely dangerous!"

Just like that, Allan in the middle, surrounded by ten armored figures which were each holding a long knife in their hands and the man outside of the circle, they stood there. Slowly, Allan brought the Sword to his left hip, prepared to strike.

Suddenly, in one fast movement, he jumped backwards while turning right by half a rotation, using this force to increase the power of his strike.

Unprepared for this attack, as the warrior was standing directly behind Allan as well as the speed which shouldn't be possible with such heavy equipment, the warrior that the greatsword was aimed at didn't have the time to evade and tried stopping the blade with his own while jumping backward.

Bang!

Propelled by his own jump and the clash with the black sword, the warrior was catapulted away for over ten meters where he crashed with his back into a tree.

Snap

Craaack

Booooom

With a loud snap, the tree with a width of almost half a meter broke right in half and Crashed to the ground. The warrior stood up from the ground, only to fall back down. Looking at the blade in his hand which was almost cut in half in shock, he didn't realize what was happening right now.

„Close the circle! Don't let him get away!"

Before he could get out of the encirclement, the remaining nine fighters closed in on Allan, now prepared for any sudden movement.

While all of this happened, several large magic circle started to appear around the person outside the encirclement.

Not wasting the leftover power of his first strike, Allan kept turning around, completing one complete spin and swinging the sword in an overhead strike at the next opponent. This time his enemy managed to evade his attack, or so he thought, as one of the Aegis spheres appeared in the direction he wanted to move in and blocked his path with a barrier. Not as lucky as his comrade who only lost his weapon, this fighter got cleaved right in half by the heavy blade which didn't stop in its path until it was stuck completely in the ground. Pulled forward by the huge momentum of his sword, Allan jumped forward with a somersault over his still stuck sword, his hands never leaving the handle, he used that movement to pull the sword out of the ground.

Again the encirclement got closed around Allan, this time only with eight people left.

This time the other party moved first. As if someone was commanding them, all eight warriors jumped on Allan at the same time. In an instant, the seven spheres of Aegis build a strong barrier behind Allan's back, only letting the three enemies in front of him capable of approaching him. Quickly dropping his sword Durandal as it was mighty but to slow for this situation, Allan crouched down and jumped forward in a low tackle.

Using the high weight of his armor, Allan rammed his shoulder into his enemies guts and throwing him on his back. In one swift motion, Allan stole his enemies knife and rammed it into his neck, ending his life.

Pulling it out again, he threw the knife at the woman who stood right beside the one he had just killed, where it pierced through the visor into the eye behind it. Only stopping a centimeter before hitting the brain. The woman was alive but incapacitated.

„Activate: Gungnir!"

A short javelin appeared in Allan's right hand, and before the enemy could reach him, he already threw it the person that was standing at the side, chanting a spell the whole time. But alas, it was already too late. While Allan was still in his throwing stance, the spell was already completed.

Almost like a laser beam, a horizontal pillar of fire was fired at Allan, carrying immense temperatures. Faster than the Aegis spheres, the attack reached Allan, first melting his armor, and then burning away his whole right body before he could move away.

....

When he woke up, he was sweating all over his body, it seemed he just had a nightmare but he couldn't remember what it was about. When he looked around, all he could see was white. White was the only color that seemed to exist. When he looked at his hands he was shocked for a moment because it looked like they hovered in the air, it took him a few moments to realize that he still wore his pajamas, just that they had become just as white as the background and therefore made everything they covered seemingly invisible.

„Weird, what's going on? Am I still dreaming? No, more like a lucid dream since I can think clearly? That doesn't seem to be it either... hmmm."

Deciding that he should look around a bit more, he turned around.

Behind him on the floor, if you could call it that, lied a person.

It was a man that seemed to be quiet a bit older than him, somewhere between 30 and 35. He looked quite handsome if you ignored his sleeping face and had flaming red hair. He was rather muscular, especially his legs, it seemed like he ran a lot. On his left hip, he had a big scar.

The reason that one could see so much was that he only wore boxer shorts, completely white like everything else.

Wanting to find out more, he slowly neared the man, crouched down and called out to the man, trying to wake him up. The only answer he got was a silently grumbled gibberish.

After trying a few more times he shook the man. Suddenly, as if he was..h.i.t by lightning the man shot up, hitting his forehead on his s.h.i.+n. With a groan both, he and the man fell backward clutching there s.h.i.+n and forehead respectively in pain.

„Ouch... shouldn't you know already that this happens when someone touches me when I'm sleeping!?"

„Well, I'm sorry for that, but how was I supposed to know? Anyway, who are you?"

„Who are you? That's my freaking question! And what the heck are you doing in my house... For f*cks sake! Where are we!"

„So you don't know as well? That's... not good if anything. My name is Allan Walker, and you?"

The man got up from the floor again, seemingly a little calmer now.

„You can call me Cale, and... what the heck!? A talking head!"

It took Allan a few minutes to calm Cale down again.

„So, Allan, you are saying because everything besides our bodies has become perfectly white, even our clothes, everything underneath our clothes looks invisible? That makes things easy. Could you please take off your clothes?"