Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 582: DLXXXII. The Personal Data

With both hands behind his back and an impassive expression, the newly appeared man's eyes began to open, having remained closed throughout the teleportation process.

Dag stood up, barely managing to move, trying to warm up his muscles, and looked at those eyes, both purple, just like his right one.

A thrill traveled the young Master's back when he realized that at that moment, all his fears had taken shape and a flesh-and-blood Xis was about seventy meters from him, after appearing from the sky, crossing the synthetic atmosphere that they themselves had given to the planet Skjold.

After seeing the scene and realizing that what looked like a strangely dressed simple man did not actually belong to their planet, the soldiers of the two Clans began to whisper to each other in fear, until Kranus, with the help of Reidar who had already heard of the Frostsinners' appearance, explained to them that what had just arrived in the square of Klorr Castle belonged to the alien race that at that time dominated all humans.

Due to the strong scare and low temperature that changed her blood pressure, Freydis was unable to remain lucid and fainted in Reidar's arms, which promptly grabbed her, preventing her from falling to the ground.

In the meanwhile, Dag continued to look at the Xis by failing to utter a single word, while his teeth were beating due to the cold and his body was as stiff as a piece of metal.

The newly appeared Frostsinner stepped forward, exiting the crater that the dark ray of light had created on the floor, emitting a slight noise caused by the cleats of his elegant black shoes.

Soon after, the Xis looked around, slowly turning his head to the right and then to the left, silently.

"I had never come to MR662, this is my first time" he said, in an incredibly human and relaxed voice, as if he was doing one of his favorite activities.

...

"What did he say? MR... what?" 

"What the fuck is he saying? What are those numbers?" 

The warriors of the two Clans tried to understand the Frostsinner's sentence, failing to attribute meaning to those numbers.

"I think it refers to our planet. Remember, they created it... that man is not just some random guy... his strength goes beyond our comprehension, I can perceive it" Kranus replied, whose gaze had darkened without ever distracting himself from the man in front of Dag, who looked like a very normal white-skinned human being, with an indifferent expression painted on his face.

"First Hakon, now even an alien! Everyone comes to Klorr to meet Dag... ggrrr... his popularity is now constantly rising and..."

"Is it possible that you can think of such a thing right now?! That being could exterminate us all with a simple look, how can you talk about Dag's popularity?! We need to come up with a plan to help him!" Reidar exclaimed, interrupting Bloodfang's words with arrogance, deeming his speech useless and drawing his annoyed gaze.

Before the Packmaster could say some malice, seized by his insurmountable sense of pride, Kranus stopped him, approving the archer's request, who had no intention of wasting time and instead of using his breath in useless words he wanted to find a solution to get out of that situation on the edge of reality.

...

With his foot, the Xis slightly touched small fragments of rock in front of his shoes, moving them sideways and continuing to look around, with a thoughtful air. 

"I can't... I can't move... fear is assaulting me... what did I do?! Everyone could die because of me! Because I challenged them... why?!" Dag thought, who was immobilized in the same position, with his weapons in his hands.

The Xis closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he wanted to taste Skjold's air to be pleased with his work.

Soon after, he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Dag, at a slow pace, accompanied by the usual noise of cleats under his shoes.

Dag took a step back, intimidated by his presence, not seeing a Xis live from the day he was subjected to the Temporum on Earth more than 10 years earlier, through which the genes in his blood were cataloged as belonging to the Norse pantheon and he was sent to his destination planet, the one on which he was right now.

"813666, right?" the white man asked Dag, pointing his terrifying eyes at him, of a much more intense and dark purple than that of the young earthling's right eye.

Dag did not answer, trying to calm down and regulate his heartbeats and his breathing, fast and intermittent.

When his gaze crossed with that of the Xis, who had his eyes perpetually wide open, as if he did not feel the need to blink, the alien seemed astonished to see Dag's purple eye in person and made an even more terrifying expression, smiling slightly.

"It's... it's me." 

"Norse at 94%, Roman at 4%... and 2% genetic matrix unknown to our technology..." the Xis continued, returning earnestly and commenting in front of all of Dag's personal data, those that the Temporum showed to Xis' jury when they decided what would be the planet to send that helpless 8-year-old child.

"I didn't follow your story closely, 813666. However, my colleagues felt it necessary for me to visit you today, in this dirty and run-down place. I think this planet needs a small upgrade" the Frostsinner continued, diverting his gaze from Dag and continuing to look around, focusing on the destroyed buildings and collapsed walls of the square, as if Dag was a minor problem.

"Why... why are you here...?" he asked, in a flickering voice.

As soon as he heard those words, the Xis quickly turned to him, pointing his purple eyes at him: a feeling of helplessness involved Dag's whole body, who, in less than a second, became motionless as if he had become part of the landscape.