The Realm
The Realm is made up of various races, beings, and creatures. There are vampires, werewolves, elves, merefolks, humans, magicians, sorcerers, and seemingly extinct dragons, among others. 
Every race has its territory, ruled by its chosen leaders. Vampires have their own rulers, and so do elves, merefolks, and so on. As a result, moving from one place to the other results in sudden changes in rules, laws, experiences, dangers, and so on. No singular race or person is the supreme ruler of the realm. 
Due to the five-century-long war that had engulfed The Realm, every territory spells danger to strangers, except one. There was chaos everywhere, but the most amazing of all is that no one could even point at what caused the war, or exactly when it began. Wandering away from your territory could lead to immediate death without even knowing. 
Amid all the killing and chaos, there is only one place, one territory, and one group of people who still enjoy abundant peace and prosperity. They are not part of the war, they have never been, and will never be a part of it. They have no reason to fight and kill other races for superiority, and as such, have always been neutral, even when various races were forming alliances to survive the war.
The only time they fought in five hundred years, was when there was an attack at their doorstep. They fought to keep their home safe from the insanity of the magicians. It would be better to say, they fought the insanity of the ruler of the Magic Realm. It was a short, yet decisive battle, resulting in the death of many enemies, but not a single one of them died. They were only severely wounded, but it was nothing their healers couldn't cure.  
They are known as the Kiyiaks. 
Behind the mountain of Keiz, lies an invincible barrier that is only visible to the Kiyiaks. Behind the barrier lay a world no one except the Kiyiaks knows about. The Kiyiaks are a seeming human race whose origin is still unclear, even to the most knowledgeable in The Realm. 
They have two worlds according to the strength of their people, the elites and the defenders. The Kiyiaks are known for their possession of brute strength which is unmatched in the whole of The Realm. They are extremely vested in war tactics, sorcery, and the forgery as well as handling of weapons. Their strongest fighters are known as elites, who are selected from among the defenders, and everyone strives to become one of them.
The Kiyiaks welcome strangers from all races and creatures to the foot of the Keiz mountain, but none is allowed into the world beyond the barrier. No one else knows of the existence of the barrier, much less the world behind it.   
Their general trains the elites who are behind the barrier, protecting the royal family, at the same time, being the ace card of their group. The Kiyiaks that every other race gets to interact with are the regular joes with little to no strength, called defenders. However, even these insignificant lot are a force to reckon with. 
All Kiyiaks dream to move beyond the barrier, where they train to become stronger, making them the best fighters The Realm could ever have. 
This group of people who are not engaged in any form of fighting with other races despite their unmatched strength is surprisingly few.  No one knows why except the Kiyiaks who are privy to a secret they can never explain. 
In a magnificent building atop a mountain, far away from all elites of the Kiyiaks lay Asura. The place screams of magnificence, and this building could awe many in the modern era, even though it's in a place that could be described as backward or primitive. 
Asura only closed his eyes for a wink of sleep when he received emotions from venom for the first time in sixteen years. Venom had never reached out to him in those sixteen years, not even once. However, the creature was so confused that it unconsciously sent a signal to its partner. 
For a fleeting moment, Asura wondered what the problem could be. However, he trusted that his partner could solve whatever it was. As a result, he cut every connection between the two of them, diverted the source of the energy, and went back to sleep. He needed it to clear his head. 
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"Tell me you got that transmission this time around!" Kuza declared in an expectant tone. The tracer panicked a little, but still responded with the outcome at hand, "No, please… My Lord… I do not know why I'm shut out… I couldn't even tell the source… it's as if…" 
Kuzah suddenly commanded a knife which appeared at the tracer's throat with ease. The tracer doesn't dare open his mouth anymore, he didn't even dare to breathe out loud. Kuza suddenly burst out coldly, "the council put you to it… didn't they?" Kuza declares as he stares at the tracer like he was dead meat. The tracer was stiff, not daring to move an inch, but Kuza calmly took his seat about 30 feet away, with the knife still under his control, and said, "I know the council put you up to this… but… Urma… give them a message for me… tell them… I said… in their dreams!" 
He then slashes Urma's throat, but not deep enough to kill him. Urma fell to his knees with his hands clutching his throat. He cast all the healing spells he could think of, but there was no sign of the wound healing, not even in the slightest. If for anything, Urma's wound bleeds more after every spell. 
Kuza looked on as if the tracer was a clown, and he spat disinterestedly, "you think I'll use a mere knife on you?... A word of advice… Urma… don't bother using another healing spell… else…" Urma looked at the leader with horror, he couldn't believe that the ruler wanted him to bleed out. As much as Urma was dying to ask what was going on, he knew it was wiser to remain silent. He couldn't risk bleeding himself to death just because he exerted pressure on the wound by speaking. 
"I told you I had a message for the council… you didn't think I'll send mere words to those old geezers… did you?" Kuza fixed his gaze on the clown once more, and his piercing gaze caused Urma to avert his eyes to the floor. Kuza needed answers, and he didn't mind abusing the incompetent tracer to achieve his goals. He thought that maybe this will be the push he needs to fulfill his duties.
"Tsk! Tsk… Tsk!... You have three days to give me the source of the transmission… else… you might just bleed out and die… you may never know."
Urma remained in a kneeling position, as he used every spare fabric on him to stop the bleeding. When Kuza finally had enough of the tracer's silence, he spoke with so much emotion in his voice. Urma knew what it was, raw pain. Pain that no one can take away, except he achieves his quest for vengeance. 
"I want Asura's head… Urma… you lot give me that… and you'll rid yourself of my annoying presence… Until then… you are stuck with me" 
Kuza then withdrew the knife with a command after he made this statement. Even though Kuza's knife had just cut someone, the blade was spotlessly clean. It was as if nothing had even come into contact with it. Urma watched as an invincible scabbard appeared and Kuza placed the blade back into it. All the while that the blade was being controlled to slit Urma's throat, then to sheathing it, Kuza never used his hands. He controlled everything with his mind while sitting about thirty feet away from Urma.
After closing his eyes and taking deep breaths for a while, Kuza commanded in a cold voice, "get out!"
Urma was on his way before Kuza could repeat himself. Should he tarry any further, the madman may just change his mind and kill him where he stands.
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