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It was a foolish ponder to get Morax, the Lord of Rocks who was known to many as having a heart of stone, to show his anger. More so his wrath and fury. And it was not in the best interest of anyone—or being—to ever find out.
Even his own people.
In his thousands of years of leadership, he was known for his steadfastness. Foes and allies alike recognized his disdain for unfairness, but fewer understood it was only because he detested disorderliness and unlawfulness as the God of Contract. He very rarely harbored any sort of personal sentiment, positive or negative, towards any party involved. However, the scarce occasions wherein such situations inevitably presented themselves would undeniably be etched into the mind of those who bear witness.
That day, every being in Juyeun Karst could feel the ground shaking for a slight moment as the news came that the neighboring nation, which they had made a contract of truce with, had begun to march south towards the newly established Liyue Harbor. It was supposed to be an ambush had one of their spies not noticed it. Who were foolish enough to attempt an ambush on the nation of warriors was a mystery to the living and the dead.
Then again, the harbor that hosted the people of the Guili Assembly had just been established. The mortals were still struggling; scrambling over themselves to start anew after the disaster that destroyed their previous homeland. The adepti, though mighty and powerful, were not omnipotent—after all their relentless efforts to keep out invading conquests after invading conquest, and finally had to help the humans to migrate to a new land without having the chance to invigorate themselves, they were at edge.
More so their king.
When the news came to their attention, the adepti stood in silence waiting for their king to finally make a decision. No one dared to offer any suggestion nor remark on the situation. Even the most senior adepti knew better not to overstep their authority in one of these moments.
“It was their wish to break the contract. It was our duty to fulfilI their wish.”
The low voice was as calm and poised as it had always been. Yet, they could feel his anger seeping up into the air around them it prickled. And the adepti—due to a mix of respect, fear, and love—dared not question their leader. Hence, his Marshall would waste no time preparing their army to meet the ambush. But the stern voice stopped him.
“Alatus.”
It was the real name of a young yaksha, one of the newest addition to their ranks. The young yaksha who the Lord of Rocks had gifted a new name in testament to his freedom; attached to it a promise for a better future.
The junior yaksha next to the Marshall flashed a slightly surprised look across his face, but not more. After all, name was sacred among their kin; and by calling for his real name as he asked for the young adeptus’ consent, he was asking for the yaksha’s true wish—one not bound to his gift; one not born out of the wish to give back.
“Yes, My Lord?”
“Should you will, I would like to meet our guest myself with you alone.”
It must be a rare sight, that all the adepti present in the meeting gasped in unison. This was a meeting meant only for the Lord of the Rocks’ most trustworthy advisors and companions. Meaning, they knew their Lord better than the rest not only as loyal subjects, but also as friends. The objection came not from their doubts about his capability nor the young yaksha; but they understood the implication of such an extreme—and arrogant—proposition. However, today was not their time to talk. Today, he spoke as their king.
And so everyone watched the young yaksha expectantly as he gave the question a moment of thought before finally answering, “Of course, My Lord. Your wish is mine.”
It was a foolish ponder to get Morax, the Lord of Rocks who was known to many as having a heart of stone, to show his anger. More so his wrath and fury. And it was not in the best interest of anyone—or being—to ever find out.
As had their enemy found themselves in.
Then again, this warrior might be one of his best, if not his best.
Not that it would matter.
It was the one time the Warrior God decided to remind his enemies that he was indeed deserving of the title. That day, the eyes of both friends and foe would witness in dread as the young yaksha and his king alone, made a short work of the army flooding the valley. Said king cared not as much to even going down to meet their enemy himself. Spears of rocks hammered the earth for his beastly warrior to dance in as he watched from above, eyes gleaming amber…
A display of responsibility in a powerful form, trust in a prideful manner, and care in an arrogant way befitting of a true king.
When the raging fury had all but subsided, nothing was left save for one terrified soul.
“Tell of this tale to those who care to heed and let this be a reminder: Those who break their contracts shall suffer the wrath of the rocks. And those who dare to deceive the Lord of Rocks shall meet their demise.”