A soldier came running towards a huge, heavily built, tall Wolfian man and said while gasping for air “Si…re……h..u..h……th…e..re” when he was interrupted by the man “Stop. Drink some water and take a deep breath before you open your mouth.”

The soldier obediently followed as ordered and after a deep breadth started again “Sire Gungmar. Greetings!! Sorry to interrupt you. But there has been a problem in sector 24. A Shizian male has gone berserk and has killed a lot of our soldiers. We are unable to st..o..p” but before he could complete his sentence; Gungmar swung his great sword with one hand in a circular motion and decapitated the soldier. After he jerked the blood off his blade, he picked up a cloth and wiped the remaining stains while muttering “If you can’t even handle a Shizian, I have no need for you.” He turned and started walking towards the sector 24.

As Rialz used the forbidden spell Itatmish Libere his tail uncurled itself and the scale got erected to become thorns, his body hair changed red matching the colors of his eyes. His vision became red and he lost his sanity to the rage and went into Berserk mode. The next few bloody moments of his life he would only have nightmares. The spell was very sacred as well as forbidden for the Shizians. The lore was that they were known to be very peace-loving and docile tribesmen. This ended up with them being tortured and abused most of their pitiful lives. To prevent the extinction of their tribe, their elders made a deal with the Devil and committed the gravest sin of all times as they sacrificed their souls to curse their tribesmen with the spell which at the moment of utter despair they could activate and in turn use one’s spirit energy while giving them extreme abilities such as super-strength, super-acceleration and increased all their body stats to the max level for a temporary period. As one’s spirit energy dried out; the person would wither as his soul would be lost forever. The person in rage would not be able to distinguish friends from foes and hence would not be very useful in the battles. So later as peace returned to the world, the spell was forbidden from use.

Rialz appeared behind both soldiers grabbing them by their necks while piercing the first one with his tail and throwing the second through the roof. In reaction to the ruckus, soldiers from his neighbouring rooms started coming out and pouring into him in an attempt to surround him. About twenty of them gathered and surrounded him. He glared at them with bloodlust which ran a shiver through their bones. But, they were Wolfians, and they would never show their backs, so stood there waiting for an opening to strike. Rialz pierced his tail through the wooden floor and made a swirl. The old and weakened floor collapsed as it took all the soldiers along with them but Rialz held onto the beam which seemed strong enough to bear his weight. Then jumped to the lower floor to finish his job. He pierced some of them with his tail, some he just stomped their faces to paste and rest he tore them to pieces with his bare hand and brutal strength.

On seeing Rialz’s battered body; Gungmar was surprised and laughed heartily for a while then said in exclamation “I thought there was nothing more that I could see in this LIFE!!! He is not just any Shizian. He is rare even among the rares. He is a white Shizian; whose occurrence is once in a hundreds of eons. With good training, they are able to control the Berserk mode and even replenish the spirit energy if not emptied. Legends said that there were many Heroes during the previous Great wars who were white Shizians and that they were a force to be reckoned with. But unfortunately for him; as he was born during the peace times, he received no such training and went amok. So much for Legends.”