monarch of time

Why is it often colder before the darkness comes?

10:25 AM.

The streets were emptier than usual.

There were cars parked on the curbs, all empty, with no humans in sight. However, military and police vehicles patrolled the scenes all over the world. When looking through the many stores, malls, public and private buildings, not a single human being could be seen. Where did they go? Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were a few humans waltzing about, questioning where the humans went. Dammit, this fake human skin they were wearing was quite itchy.

They looked left, right, and in all directions, but couldn’t find where the majority of humans were hiding. Except for the police and military patrolling, they couldn’t find the rest of these humans.

Perhaps because of the impending horror they sensed, countless animals roared, moo’d, barked, growled, and meowed endlessly for hours.

Even the bears in the woods rushed to hide deep in their resting places, swearing to not come out until they sensed peace returning.

Of course, despite a majority of the true humans on the streets being police officers and military, a small fraction of them seemed to be… reporters?

What’s going on?

No matter how slow they were, the many underworld creatures wearing human skin knew the humans must also know about the incoming war. But so what? What do they think they can do? Ow them up with cannons? Just look at the military tanks swarming across the busy streets. Tsh… It was quite pointless to say the least. Many creatures stared out the windows, smirking wickedly while waiting for the appointed time. It was now 10:30 AM. In just another 30 minutes, the world will truly know just how powerful their existences were.

In the heart of the formerly bustling city, several news reporters sat in open spaces, inside strange chalky circles.

They were strategically positioned all around the city in this manner, some on rooftops and others in open spaces.

In a particular space within the vast spot they called Alicen’s Cube Garden, a group of reporters spoke about the upcoming war. Some believed and some didn’t. Those who believed were those who saw these monsters with their own 2 eyes just before they were taken to the Humanity’s many Bunkers with their families. Those who didn’t believe, were those who despite being taken to the bunkers, didn’t get to see any monsters selected out from the group they were in. The group of reporters sat cautiously, surrounded by cameras and equipment. Their expressions were a mix of boredom, fear, and skepticism. .

“Monsters from portals,” scoffed a reporter named Clisa, a seasoned journalist with a penchant for sarcasm. She leaned back in her chair, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Sounds like the plot of a B-grade horror movie.” frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Her colleague, Thu Njangu, chuckled as he adjusted his camera lens. “Yeah, but hey, at least we’re getting paid to sit around and do nothing. And if there’s no such thing as monsters, won’t our reputation skyrocketed even more for publicizing the fairness of the matter?”

“Psychos, all of them! They should be put in psychiatric wards to believe such nonsense. What are we? 5? How monsters really exist?” “I–I, I believe it’s true… You guys weren’t there… you didn’t see it.” A third reporter, Jenna Lee, spoke about the ordeal with trembling hands. Even now, she was gagging when recalling the hideous appearances of those monsters. Someone else who didn’t see it, thinned his lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know, but perhaps there’s some truth to this matter. After all, there’s been a lot of weird stuff happening lately. Maybe there’s something to it.”

Bah! Clisa rolled her eyes heavenwards. “Please, Chu Chen. Next you’ll be telling us you believe in Bigfoot.”

“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

…

This matter became a heated topic, between many reporters who didn’t believe it, and many who swore they saw some of these creatures LIVE in the flesh. Their bantering went on and on for a long time. And before any of them could react, they suddenly heard strange loud crackling sounds, ones that made them freeze dead in place. But it was odd that even though the camera men and women froze with jaws wide open, their hands still mechanically moved the cameras to face the enormous skies that seemed to crack like TV screens. Crack, crack~

Gulp~

Someone among them began speaking. It was one of the 3 undercover Academy disciples who was here with the group.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain alert. We expect activity soon.”

10:59 AM on the dot.

Countless portals have now appeared across the planet. The small hairs across the bodies of many, now stood erect as their faces turned chalky white. The series of shimmering, mirror-like surfaces that appeared like twinkling stars, was now worldwide. Deep within the many Bunker spaces, humanity watched in rigid horror, some holding their children tight, and others with moistened eyes, fearful of the future ahead. Milliseconds now ticked by with agonizing anxiousness for what was to come. This was the feeling of many watching everything broadcasted live. But what about the reporters? The air inside the circle of chalky scribbles grew thick with anticipation. Then it happened.

A low hum filled the air, growing louder until it became an electrifying buzz that set their teeth on edge. The reporters now stood huddled together, eyes wide with disbelief as streaks of lightning danced across the surfaces of the many portals’ around them. Zpp-Zpp-Zpp~

The ground trembled slightly as if responding to some ancient call, and everything that happened seemed like a dream.

Terrible! Terrible! The portals began to ripple violently, their surfaces distorting like water disturbed by an unseen hand.

Everyone held their breaths, their faces already covered in bountiful sweat. But what happened next, left them kneeling and shaking vigorously like fish out of water.

Bram! There it was.

The last straw that echoed across the space. A deafening crackle lashed out, and blinding flashes of light followed. Then, the first creature emerged—a towering figure with skin like cracked stone and eyes that glowed with an otherworldly fire. Its hands first grabbed the edges of the portal, poking its menacing head through the scene. It stood at least ninety feet tall, its massive limbs ending in claws sharp enough to rend steel.

And underneath it, were countless creatures of varying heights, all pouring out from underneath it.

Why is it often colder before the darkness comes?

10:25 AM.

The streets were emptier than usual.

There were cars parked on the curbs, all empty, with no humans in sight. However, military and police vehicles patrolled the scenes all over the world. When looking through the many stores, malls, public and private buildings, not a single human being could be seen. Where did they go? Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were a few humans waltzing about, questioning where the humans went. Dammit, this fake human skin they were wearing was quite itchy.

They looked left, right, and in all directions, but couldn’t find where the majority of humans were hiding. Except for the police and military patrolling, they couldn’t find the rest of these humans.

Perhaps because of the impending horror they sensed, countless animals roared, moo’d, barked, growled, and meowed endlessly for hours.

Even the bears in the woods rushed to hide deep in their resting places, swearing to not come out until they sensed peace returning.

Of course, despite a majority of the true humans on the streets being police officers and military, a small fraction of them seemed to be… reporters?

What’s going on?

No matter how slow they were, the many underworld creatures wearing human skin knew the humans must also know about the incoming war. But so what? What do they think they can do? Ow them up with cannons? Just look at the military tanks swarming across the busy streets. Tsh… It was quite pointless to say the least. Many creatures stared out the windows, smirking wickedly while waiting for the appointed time. It was now 10:30 AM. In just another 30 minutes, the world will truly know just how powerful their existences were.

In the heart of the formerly bustling city, several news reporters sat in open spaces, inside strange chalky circles.

They were strategically positioned all around the city in this manner, some on rooftops and others in open spaces.

In a particular space within the vast spot they called Alicen’s Cube Garden, a group of reporters spoke about the upcoming war. Some believed and some didn’t. Those who believed were those who saw these monsters with their own 2 eyes just before they were taken to the Humanity’s many Bunkers with their families. Those who didn’t believe, were those who despite being taken to the bunkers, didn’t get to see any monsters selected out from the group they were in. The group of reporters sat cautiously, surrounded by cameras and equipment. Their expressions were a mix of boredom, fear, and skepticism. .

“Monsters from portals,” scoffed a reporter named Clisa, a seasoned journalist with a penchant for sarcasm. She leaned back in her chair, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Sounds like the plot of a B-grade horror movie.” frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Her colleague, Thu Njangu, chuckled as he adjusted his camera lens. “Yeah, but hey, at least we’re getting paid to sit around and do nothing. And if there’s no such thing as monsters, won’t our reputation skyrocketed even more for publicizing the fairness of the matter?”

“Psychos, all of them! They should be put in psychiatric wards to believe such nonsense. What are we? 5? How monsters really exist?” “I–I, I believe it’s true… You guys weren’t there… you didn’t see it.” A third reporter, Jenna Lee, spoke about the ordeal with trembling hands. Even now, she was gagging when recalling the hideous appearances of those monsters. Someone else who didn’t see it, thinned his lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know, but perhaps there’s some truth to this matter. After all, there’s been a lot of weird stuff happening lately. Maybe there’s something to it.”

Bah! Clisa rolled her eyes heavenwards. “Please, Chu Chen. Next you’ll be telling us you believe in Bigfoot.”

“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

…

This matter became a heated topic, between many reporters who didn’t believe it, and many who swore they saw some of these creatures LIVE in the flesh. Their bantering went on and on for a long time. And before any of them could react, they suddenly heard strange loud crackling sounds, ones that made them freeze dead in place. But it was odd that even though the camera men and women froze with jaws wide open, their hands still mechanically moved the cameras to face the enormous skies that seemed to crack like TV screens. Crack, crack~

Gulp~

Someone among them began speaking. It was one of the 3 undercover Academy disciples who was here with the group.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain alert. We expect activity soon.”

10:59 AM on the dot.

Countless portals have now appeared across the planet. The small hairs across the bodies of many, now stood erect as their faces turned chalky white. The series of shimmering, mirror-like surfaces that appeared like twinkling stars, was now worldwide. Deep within the many Bunker spaces, humanity watched in rigid horror, some holding their children tight, and others with moistened eyes, fearful of the future ahead. Milliseconds now ticked by with agonizing anxiousness for what was to come. This was the feeling of many watching everything broadcasted live. But what about the reporters? The air inside the circle of chalky scribbles grew thick with anticipation. Then it happened.

A low hum filled the air, growing louder until it became an electrifying buzz that set their teeth on edge. The reporters now stood huddled together, eyes wide with disbelief as streaks of lightning danced across the surfaces of the many portals’ around them. Zpp-Zpp-Zpp~

The ground trembled slightly as if responding to some ancient call, and everything that happened seemed like a dream.

Terrible! Terrible! The portals began to ripple violently, their surfaces distorting like water disturbed by an unseen hand.

Everyone held their breaths, their faces already covered in bountiful sweat. But what happened next, left them kneeling and shaking vigorously like fish out of water.

Bram! There it was.

The last straw that echoed across the space. A deafening crackle lashed out, and blinding flashes of light followed. Then, the first creature emerged—a towering figure with skin like cracked stone and eyes that glowed with an otherworldly fire. Its hands first grabbed the edges of the portal, poking its menacing head through the scene. It stood at least ninety feet tall, its massive limbs ending in claws sharp enough to rend steel.

And underneath it, were countless creatures of varying heights, all pouring out from underneath it.