'DEATH.'

A man who had taken the lives of many, men, women, and children alike, a man who had fought wars, a man who had tortured a human-bearing (pregnant) woman without batting an eye. This same man shivered at what lay before his eyes.

Battered corpses riddled with piercing wounds, spilled guts, gouged eyeballs, broken limbs, torn flesh, bitten tongues...

'Is this a miracle?' Lord Rothild asked himself, it seemed more like the devil's work.

'Indeed, the Vatican was right, they are just devils who mimic God's work.' The teachings that were embedded deep inside of him were slowly but surely surfacing once again.

"What in the Lord's name did you just do?!" the raging and furious Lord Rothild questioned.

"You should see your face, for someone with a lot of ambition, your cautiousness is god-like." The miracle worker replied.

"Look carefully at how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time." Lord Rothild replied with a Holy Chronicle quote, for someone who only held onto his God when comfortable, it was quite amusing.

"Hahaha." The Miracle Worker simply laughed as he unveiled his cloak revealing his beautiful tanned skin, curly low blond hair, and most interestingly the two dark green pupils in his right eye.

"...your revolting eyes sicken me every time, filthy Nesdah(a derogatory term for Miracle Workers)." Lord Rothilds remarked.

Ignoring Lord Rothild, he walked toward the unconscious body of Advisor Thophel, went on his knees, lifted him, and fed him a powdered substance.

"What did you do?" Lord Rothild asked.

"He won't remember anything that happened in the past 5 hours, so your little city will be safe from the Empire's wrath."

"...?! You had something like that from the start?!!!" Lord Rothild raged.

"Hahaha." The Miracle Worker once again let out a laugh.

"You madman!!!" Lord Rothild finally couldn't take it anymore and unsheathed his sword in anger.

"La'ark(Multiply)." the miracle worker murmured. At these words, Lord Rothild dropped to the ground, his royal sword had somehow become too heavy for him to lift.

"I am Heh" *Step*

"Believer Milele" *Step*

"Servant of King Yonahan" *Step*

"and Peacemaker of the Than civilization" *Step*

"I am who I say I am, so I ask, who are you?" *Step*

Heh, the first inhabitant of the Shiva Continent to ever step foot on the Poshi Continent completely overpowered Lord Rothild of Itzler, vassal of the Azori Empire.

.....

"Phewww" the bloodied Cherry whistled as he slayed an enemy soldier marking his nineteenth kill in this battle.

"Duck!!" Donovan shouted before flinging his axe toward an enemy soldier behind Cherry.

"Grato." Cherry thanked Donovan after successfully avoiding his axe.

With a heavy kick to his plated knees, Little Thunder brought an enemy to his knees, aimed at his vulnerable joints he dismembered his right arm before brutally shoving his sword down his eye through the gaps in his visor.

"Arghhhh!! My eyeeee!!!"

Blood sprang out like a fountain, dyeing his helmet red while also staining Little Thunder's cloth.

*Sigh* Little Thunder let out a heavy breath as he pulled out his sword from the soldier's corpse.

"Return to ship!!" Oz who had just brought down yet another ship along with Little Thunder, Donovan, Cherry, and other elite warriors ordered.

"They are trying to flee!! Third batch, move in and secure our left, do not allow those filthy idolatrous manes to return alive." High Seaman Ord commanded.

It seemed like he was using unnecessary tactics but in actuality, he was actively making use of his army's overwhelming numbers to lead this war in his favor.

By dividing his ships into batches and deploying them to the right position at the right time he managed to keep his losses to a minimum while also depleting his enemy's energy making it difficult for them to secure any viable escape route.

"Shit! What the hell is going on with the dispatched forces?! Why haven't our ground troops hit their rear? I don't see Thophel either. Did he leave?!" Captain Cars from the second galley worriedly questioned Lars.

"Shut up! I am trying to think!"

'What does this mean? Did Thophel leave the island earlier? No, that isn't right. Did he risk unveiling the miracle worker in Thophel's presence? Maybe? Or was the miracle worker never truly under his control? Wait, it doesn't still add up...the ground force would have reported to us if so...Impossible, were they all wiped out...Sis, Geda, Dow?' Lars overloaded his brain trying to come up with a possible explanation for a delay in the troop's attack.

"Lars!!!" Shakan, the liar gave Lars a heavy tap, snapping him back to reality.

"They are closing in on Oz and the others, should we move the ships? We have to decide right now!" He said.

"...GALLEYS TWO AND THREE SHOULD LEAD A RAM CROSS, BREAKTHROUGH NO MATTER WHAT, AND AID CAPTAIN OZ!" Lars Commanded.

At his command, the three ships broke the spearhead formation with two of them finally closing in on the enemy, at full spread, powered by the rowing men, they zigzagged through the waters, confusing the enemy ships through this repeated process before finally...

*RAMM* The mane ships violently rammed into the side of the enemy ships, the sheer force was more than enough to wreck one of the ships while the other received heavy damage.

"NOW!!!" High Seaman Ord, way back in the rear unexpectedly signaled. It was a trap..!

At his signal, a salvo of fire shots was fired from a small canoe that had earlier concealed itself behind the huge size of the warships and surprisingly its fire rain wasn't aimed at the enemy but at its sinking allyship.

*BOOM!!!!* An abrupt and deafening explosion flared up the waters resulting in the utter and complete destruction of both the sinking ship and the second galley of the manes.

High Seaman Ord, a well-versed war veteran had cooked up this entire scenario by placing an absurd amount of black water barrels in one of his ships and forcing the enemy to go on the offensive.

It was a huge success on his part as the manes had just lost over a third of their force which also left their right flank completely open.

"Now!!! PUSH!!!" Ord yelled unleashing the full might of his navy upon the now confused manes.

"LET IT LOOSE!!!" Arrows fell from the sky like rain slowly killing off the manes and Oarmen. It was a concentrated fire on the third galley from at least four ships, making the end result extremely devastating.

They failed to respond on time and slowly began to succumb to their enemy's might, dying off in multitudes.

"Jump ship!! Hold onto your dear lives and divulge my retreat Order to Lars." Oz who had come to his people's rescue ordered.

"Arghh!" Oz groaned as an arrow pierced through his wooden shield and struck him in the shoulder.

"Oz!!!"

"I said GO, you fuckers!!!"

At Oz's violent scream, the manes reluctantly began to jump ship embarking on their perilous swim back to safety, it was a  dangerous but doable act during war.

"Rahhhh!!!!" Oz let out an explosive battle cry readying himself for his death.

He tossed away his shield, lifted an enemy's corpse at full tilt, and utilized it as cover against the nonstop barrage of enemy fire.

"Cherry! Little Thunder! Donovan!" the stranded Oz called out to the three who were also under enemy fire on a different ship.

The improvised shield wall they had built around themselves was about to be torn down by enemy arrows.

"Down ya go."

"No!!!"

Donovan forcefully had just forcefully pushed off both Little Thunder and Donovan who had been reluctant to leave Oz behind.

"I guess the gods are calling upon me." Donovan said as he cracked his neck ready to rage and take as many enemy lives as he could with him.

It was quite the sight, two men struggling to hold their own against thousands while their allies fled to safety.

It was truly quite a sight.

....

"You, Son of a whore!!!" The battered Little Thunder threw a punch at Lars, knocking him to the ground.

Pinned to the floor he began to hit, hit, hit, hit, hit...but eventually came to a stop when L'clua raised his sword against his knack.

"You are in front of mother, I will not hesitate to behead you?" L'clua threatened

"Tch" Little Thunder clicked his tongue as brushed off the sword and I pinned Lars.

"How do you wish to atone, Lars?" Em Zion who sat atop the ruler's seat asked.

Lars was being tried for not only losing the war but also being held responsible for the hundreds of lives that had been lost due to his reckless plan. It seemed unfair but this was the way of the manes.

Every leader was held accountable, especially in such a case where they had found such battered and humiliating corpses of their loved ones atop the cliffs.

"I wish for a trial by duel." Lars responded. He was willing to duel every single person who had lost a loved one in this war.

"I shall not have any of that!" a voice suddenly emanated from outside Em Zion's quarters. Who dared barge into the room at such an important time?

Wet and soaked to the brim, an individual with both minor and lethal wounds slowly approached, in his hands was the corpse of an honorable and strong man familiar to everyone present.

"Oz! Donovan!" they said in surprise.

Oz was this very individual bearing Donovan's corpse, he seemed to have died from the arrowheads that riddled his torso.

"The gallant Oz, you never fail to disappoint, do you? but how dare you question my authority?" Mother said with a scornful look in her eyes.

"Little Thunder, I swear on my life to rid the world of the monster who took your wife's life so I ask for your cooperation." The ghastly Oz said completely disregarding Mother's comment.

"You dare!!" Mother raged.

"Teacher, I ask for your knowledge now of all times." Oz continued still ignoring Em Zion, Mother and now ruler of the tribe.

"Seize him!!!" The frustrated Em Zion finally gave in as she directed the two manes who stood by her side.

In response, they dashed forward with their swords aimed at Oz but…

"Oi, Oi, take a nap." They were intercepted by a captain who came to Oz's rescue, knocking them unconscious.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The fluttered Em Zion questioned in disbelief.

She saw one, two, three…ten….fifteen…twenty captains who had come to Oz's aid.

"It's a revolt." A captain declared.

"You finally show your true colors, Oz!!!" Tiath, a Direct subordinate, and captain who served under the now-deceased Dow cried as he charged toward Oz.

"You..Cough..Why?" These were Tiath's last words as Little Thunder's sword thrust through him.

"You had better keep your promise." Little Thunder said to Oz.

"I will."

Oz carefully lay Donovan on the ground, rose, and properly adjusted himself.

"WHO ELSE DARES TO STAND AGAINST ME?" Oz boldly questioned all those present within the quarters.

"If I may, young Oz?"

"Please, Elder Aviva."

"Thank you...As I am sure you are aware, no matter how good your intentions are, not everyone will follow you as you have no legitimacy to that seat, so I ask do you wish for a purge?" Elder questioned. She had no intention of standing by Oz if he planned on committing unjust murder.

"I do not."

"Let me do the honors." L'clua interrrupted.

*Clears throat*

"On this day, I, L'clua Erik, stand as the speaker of this man, Royalty of the Levi tribe, Great grandson of Levi II, and last living descendant of the higher twelve tribes, Jochabed Oziel Levi III."

"?!!!" The quarters fell completely silent at the revelation of Oz's true identity. He belonged to the now-extinct twelve tribes who were said to mingle with the gods themselves?

It was an honor to even stand in his presence.

*Thud* The sound of warriors falling to their knees resonated throughout the room, they paid homage to one of higher blood as they simultaneously let out..

"GREETINGS TO DESCENDANT OF THE GODS!!"

…..

89 of the 108 captains pledged allegiances to Oz while the rest simply returned to their home tribe. Overall the coup ended peacefully, with Oz ascending to the seat as Judge Khan IV, L'clua as his direct subordinate, and every other person keeping their previous positions including Em Zion.

Call order meeting…

"I know it doesn't matter now but was there truly a need to stage the coup now, during wartime?" Little Thunder inquired.

"It seems it was already in the works without my consent either." Oz replied while starting at L'clua and Lars.

"Forgive me." Lars said with a gloomy expression.

"No need to revisit the matter, let's deal with the order of business for the day…they left." Oz said.

"??"

"I mean, Lord Rothild redrew his force." Oz explained.

"..!!Why would we do that?"

"One more push and he would have had us kneeling before him?"

"I do not know, he simply called off the assault immediately he returned to the battlefield which was why I was able to return alive."

"I watched him pack up tent in a hurry and move his ships." Oz said.

"Bastards!!! Do they think they can just come and go?!!" Little Thunder let out in anger as he slammed his clenched fist against the wooden table.

"The men will thirst for revenge once they hear of this, what should we do?" Lars asked.

"Nothing."

"??"

"You promised me revenge, what do you mean 'nothing'?!" Little thunder demanded.

"I promised revenge against an immensely powerful individual not a war against a far more superior force than ourselves." Oz asserted.

"…." Lars realized it too, waging war against Itzler would only hurt the company more, but he still couldn't bear it and left the room in anger.

"Then, what is our next course of action?"

"It is going to be 'my' next course of action, something unexplainable dangerous."

"What?"

"In a few months, I and a few handpicked warriors shall sail for the land of miracles, the SHIVA CONTINENT!"

End.