2- Fear
Reactions of the enemies were mixed, some were in a state of utter
shock, and some were expecting it as I hid myself among the shadows of
midnight. All the bullets were devoured by the force of darkness, gone forever.
“Where is he?” Such distressing voice he had, he seemed to panic when
all hope was drained from his soul. And he did the correct thing, because I
instill fear in people. That was what I do.
I just lost my humanity.
I emerged from the center of the group and delivered a vehement punch
right to the panicked soldier’s face, using my devastated right fist. Shockwaves of pure
darkness were unleashed from the hit, inflicting severe damage onto everyone
nearby. And well, the guy I punched died from a heart attack, not due to the
initial punch. I frightened him to death, and I was proud of it.
I punched the ground, easily breaking the floor apart, while the
resulting shockwave was busy sending numerous soldiers flying uncontrollably
backwards, with some falling off the humungous fifty-storey building. I spared
no mortals, as the unrelenting soul inside me slowly grasped my sanity, and I
couldn’t do anything.
“You won’t get away this time, useless piece of crap!” My instincts
allowed me to sense the myriad of war copters behind me, all too ready to
annihilate me into oblivion. The previous brawl between me and the army
crippled my right arm further, to the point which a single push could dislocate
its fragile bones. I grew anxious, but the force inside me did not back down,
instead it grew stronger, fiercer, inversely proportional to the injuries I
suffered.
“I don’t condone violence, but I’ll not hesitate to do so.” I turned
around and fired a dark shockwave towards the forty-or-so helicopters, but it
only managed to destroy one. And the outcome wasn’t good. No it wasn’t.
I used up all my remaining energy, as the soul inside me slowly died
out. I kneeled downwards using a single knee, with my other leg supporting me.
I was going to die.
“Sorry, but I’m the culprit.” An elderly man with long ivory hair landed
in front of me, still in squatting position due to the massive falling impact.
He was wearing a ragged hoodie made of some low quality cloth, just like a
beggar. His face could not be conceived, as it was smothered by his flowing
hair. Fresh blood was gushing out of his forearms. No, his entire body was
drenched in blood, but the only visible scars were the ones on the
aforementioned forearms.
“Catch me, idiots. We control this town.” Just then, the blood from his
arms solidified into what would be a blood blade, as he lunged forwards,
lacerating the flying vehicles into two or four, before landing back onto the
ground.
It all took three seconds, his power was absolute.
He turned towards me, placed his right hand onto the middle of his
hoodie, grabbed it and forcefully removed it, before throwing it to some random
place. Yeah, he tried too hard to look cool, but I was apathetic.
“You destroyed this city?” I calmly stood up, as the soul inside me
slowly recovered.
“Hmm, maybe. You mean, we destroyed
this city?” He smirked while crossing his arms.
“I’m Shadow Vegas, and you will pay for your lies. Now die.” I leaped
forward as dark energy gathered around my right clenched fist. I wanted to end
this.
“Oh really?” He simply raised his left hand up, using his left palm to
effectively block the punch that I was going to deliver. He smiled, and I was not amused.
“I’m Slitzh Manseus, one of the founders of the Gargoyle Clan. Don’t you
remember who you were?” He located his right fist in front of my abdomen, as it
was covered with his own blood.
“You were one of the founders of reincarnation. And you caused all this.
Is that amnesia you having there?” He unleashed a burst of blood right from his
fist, and it was at point blank range, so it caused me to fly twenty feet
backwards before falling back first on the ground. Just three more feet and I
would’ve pummeled down the building.
“Oh gee, I’m terribly sorry, Ryzen Hastewind, but I’ve injured the body
that you chose. But he is still in one piece, which is a spectacular thing,
master.”
“Shut up.” I stood up almost immediately, unwilling to back down from a
decent fight. I knew the soul inside me was those of Ryzen Hastewind, founder of
one of the strongest of the three clans and one of the four founders of the
aforementioned forbidden art, but it didn’t matter, because I was determined to
bring this war to a complete halt.
“Your powers allowed you to manipulate your own blood right? I can see
that.” I started to calm down as my own soul took over of my body again. He
nodded his head while giving out a rather devilish smile.
“Really, I have no interest in forcing you to rejoin our clan, but if
things go out of control, you know where to find us. Don’t go near Silvereign
anymore, the Falcon Clan people may annihilate you.” He hastily turned around
and fired three streams of blood towards what would be a group of men with
oversized falcon wings flying towards us. And well, they all died.
“See that? Oh wait, I sense another group.” He turned his head to the
right and stared at the hordes of the Falcon Clan army rampaging towards us.
“Stay here Shadow. We don’t want that soul of yours stolen right?” He
surrounded me with a barrier made of blood before taking off to eradicate the
army, all by himself.
It was a weak army, and its numbers were few. It was over in a matter of
seconds.
“Run back to Wyvern City! You’ll be healed by the members of our clan
there!” Slitzh shouted before focusing his attention on another batch of army.
He earned my respect.
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