The fact that I fought the Dark Warlord upset Zebediah and impressed Alexander.
My ascension seemed to upset Zebediah more. I think because it meant that Zebediah the wise would never again be more powerful than I.
After that he began to train difficultly until he ascended to his Holy Being Form. I however was not involved in that battle.
Amanda and I began to have more in depth conversations. My social life suffered badly from my commitment to training.
I now understood I would fight until the end. It was my gift, it will be my fall.
Meanwhile Alexander stayed in meditation most often. I spent most of my time training myself. I became depressed and began to feel alone.
I also had feelings that everyone knew something was coming, but no one was telling me.
The time period was one of silence between the three hunters. Though we interacted we didn�t communicate in-depth. It drove me crazy because there was no action to take my mind off of the conversation I had with the librarian.
He was right, I was a murderer. I killed because it made me feel good, because it gave me a high. Never really because I helped anyone.
A person would think going to hell and back would deprive you of depression. Mine became worse.
Finally, my luck changed. I was training with Alexander an extreme rarity by now.
I defeated him wile sparing. Then he told me he would test me. He then went down into a squatting position. When he looked up the look on his face had changed. It was maniacal, evil. His eyes were as black as a Warlord�s.
�Hello, I am Manweildedon, I will be killing you now.� He hissed. Then he attacked me. He was much stronger than I and he tended to grapple a lot.
I held him off the best I could but without being able to go to maximum limit I was weak. I eventually knocked him far enough away with my wolf�s bane attack. I instantly went to maximum limit then stage two. His shoulder hit me. I returned and attacked I moved my hands and feet so fast light couldn�t catch up and they became invisible.
At that point I stopped trusting my eyes and went on feelings. He moved fast enough to block. I could have won that fight but I couldn�t hit him. He had Alexander�s face. And I knew if I killed him I would kill Alexander.
He beat me, but Alexander took control before he could kill me.
I realized then how serious this was. All of hell wanted me dead before I could become stronger.