This must be it…
The servant had came back from Wolf’s home planet after a long search. He was walking down the hallways when he noticed Varen, talking to the other servants.
“Sir Varen, excuse me…” He called Varen’s attention as he dismissed the other servants and turned to him.
“Oh, it’s you. Have you done Wolf’s request… and mine?”
“Yes, Varen,” the servant replied. “I left it in your room, as you and Wolf had wished.”
Varen nodded. “You may resume to your duties now. I shall be in my room to have a look at it.” It’s time to take this opportunity to investigate Wolf’s “precious” item.
“It’s a shame that Xolar had to lose,” said Darxen. “Apparently, people of his kind create black holes upon death, you see?”
“And by knowing that effect after his death, you used it to take down a part of the galazy.”
“Now now, calm down,” he insisted. Darxen is currently explaining the events of Xolar’s death to a mysterious dark-skinned woman in the royal room. She wore a black robe just like the servants, except the robe has blood stains, showing superiority over the servants. She, too, is a servant, but has high authority equaled to Darxen, and less than his father, the emperor of the Palace of Dimentia.
“The port town, which is the first round’s setting, is simply a world created for the purpose of the Grand Battle. More so an illusion made by me.”
The woman shook her head. “The problem is not the planet being absorbed into the black hole. It’s the fact that the environment looks very similar to those of Earth, a planet populated by humans.”
“Yeah, so?” Darxen smiled and began walking side to side as he explains. “The people of Earth won’t know about the Grand Battle. There’s simply no problem to it.”
“You’re still missing the point.” The woman was very displeased to the emperor’s son. “You forgot the fact that one of the contestants here is from Earth.”
Darxen was surprised to hear that, but he slowly remembered one of the contestants being a human from Earth. “Come to think of it, there’s this old guy by the name of Doe. I don’t see a lot from him, and he seems to be unaware of everything going on here. All he cares about is survival, ya know?”
The woman became silent after Darxen’s explanation, thinking about what to say. She knew Darxen could never fit to replace his father to keep watch the universe and to stabilize the order and obey fate of every single individual inhabiting their very own universe. To her, it seems Darxen is rather against his own father. She isn’t sure if he really wants a rise to power, or just get out of Dimentia and do whatever he wants.
“Okay,” she said. “Remember the purpose of the Grand Battle, especially this one. Normally, it’s a sacred tradition to honor those who possess power, will, and courage, but this time is different. This time, it’s going to require a life to restore our father. Now, I’ll be off to check on him. Please continue to your past activity.” She bowed and began to leave the room. Once she is out of sight, she spoke once more. “Please do not let another loser like Xolar die. Although we can always use the champion, we might as well be resourceful with those near death.” She didn’t say another word, and the man assumed she was gone.
“Finally…“ Darxen became relieved that she was finally gone. “Heh, rise to power my ass. I know what you thought of me, my lady Anabelle,” he said quietly to himself. Darxen, being the son of Angel Dimentia in a palace unseen by any physical forces, has a secret intention. He knew that this century’s Grand Battle might be the chance, and that chance is going to get him something aside from his father’s power. More so, it’s revenge.