An’barak stood in the forest, the area around him for about a mile completely devoid of life. The trees were shriveled and withered, the ground was devoid of grass, no sign of rodents or insects anywhere. Not even the chirping of birds could be heard. This was An’baraks training ground, and long ago had his shadowy jutsu massacred every living creature nearby. He had a tome open on the ground, next to the artifact he had found just recently while searching in the mountains. The staff had the shape of a felhound, which occasionally twitched, and was in An’baraks eyes, almost glowing with shadowy chakra. It was a powerful artifact of the age of demons that was certain, but what was it and from when was it. He was eager to discover the answers to his multitude of questions, as this staff, once used properly, would bring him one step closer to attaining the ultimate power he so deeply desired. He patiently flipped pages, searching the old books for any reference to the artifact, though his patience belied his anxiousness. His finger moved rapidly up and down each page, before flipping it and continuing on to the next one, searching desperately for answers. He was just about to flip the page once again, when he stopped, and squinted at the bottom of the page. There was a small bubble of text, with a tiny drawn picture that was practically a replica of the staff he had found. He eagerly began reading: Zaradoom, greatstaff of the devourer. Was printed at the top of the small section. Zaradoom was supposedly the personal weapon of the powerful eredar sorcerer, Archimonde. Legend has it that the demon lord Archimonde did battle with the sage of the six paths in an age long past, against whom he was defeated. After the demon lords demise, the sage, realizing he was incapable of destroying the demonic artifact took the staff and use his power to throw it far into the distance, into the mountains of kumogakure, where he hoped that it would never cause chaos again. It supposedly grants the bearer the power to suck the chakra out of foes, and its powerful chakra can increase the strength of demonic jutsu many fold. As he finished, An’baraks hands began quivering, but not out of fear, out of pure delight. A deep, malevolent laugh came roaring out of his throat. The artifact had been a demon lord’s! Imagine. He carefully gripped the staff in both his hands, closing the tome. As he let a small portion of his shadow chakra seep into the weapon, the staff suddenly came to life in his hand, the miniature felhound at the tip rearing and twitching violently, energy coursing down the length of it. Interested to see the staffs power, An’barak grinned wickedly, and raised his right hand, firing a single shadow bolt at one of the nearby trees. The dark bolt of energy launched forth and blasted into the wood, energies swirling as it collided. After the explosion faded, there was no tree left, a few twigs that looked gnarled and decayed all that remained.
~Yours truly,
Dark(Site Owner)
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