《Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy》


 CH1-Desperation

    "Mom, what are you doing...?" A young boy asked as he scratched his drooping eyes.


    "These are offerings, my child," The woman answered.


    "Offerings...?"


    "Yes, Samael, Offerings."


    ***


    A small figure jolted up, his breathing ragged. His face distorted as he winced under the searing pain of the wounds etched deep in his flesh. His skin hugging his ribs.


    That nightmare... Again, He rose to his feet, a groan escaping his lips. The chill night air wafted through his disheveled hair, its familiar scent filling his senses.


    Leaning on the coarse wall for support, he cautiously navigated his way towards the sole barred window nestled in the corner of the room, barely avoiding a fall.


    With his trembling hands, he grasped the rusty steel bars, feeling the sharp edges brush his skin. He peeked outside. The silver gleam of the moon bathing him in it''s warm embrace. Its ethereal light served as a beacon of hope for the child and a reminder of the freedom that''s far from his grasp.


    He used to live a life of peace and prosperity, until that one night. A memory he never wanted to remember, but by some cruel twist of fate, he always dreamt of it. Over and over again. A never-ending cycle of torment.


    Every time he closes his eyes, he is confronted by that same haunting image. The towering pillar of flames that devoured everything he loved. The crackling of the infernal heat that drowned the voices of his friends. The laughter of those monsters while they slaughtered his family in cold blood. The way they forced him watch as they tore everything apart. It was all carved deep in his memories.


    With a deep sigh, Samael fixated his gaze at the boundless night sky. Soon... Just a little longer. And the darkness swallowed his consciousness again.


    ***


    "WAKE UP!" A booming voice shouted beside Samael''s ear, jolting him awake in panic and confusion.


    The perpetrator erupted in a hysterical laughter, filling the room with his coarse voice, as if he just heard the best joke in his life.


    As his vision gradually cleared up, he finally saw the man, his skin wrinkled and back hunched.


    He was wearing a robe tainted with dirt and grime, draped over his small frame. His long disheveled beard swayed under the nudge of the wind, and the pungent smell of urine and liquor permeated from his body. Regrettably, that same man was the boy''s master.


    "HAHAHA! YOU SHOULD''VE SEEN YOUR FACE!" The man roared as the bottle held loosely in his hand, pointed towards the scrawny boy.


    Clearly, he was drunk again. If he was sober enough, he wouldn''t even bother coming here.


    Samael narrowed his eyes and glared at the man.


    "Huh? What the fuck are you looking at?" The old mage asked, his brows furrowed. He whipped his arm back and a bottle flew at Samael''s face, followed by a loud crash.


    "Look at what you''ve done! You just wasted a perfectly good drink!" The old mage exclaimed.


    It smells bad. Samael thought as his face morphed in disgust. Tugging on his clothes, he wiped his face dry.


    "Failures, failures, AND MORE FUCKING FAILURES!" The old mage roared, his face flushing red every passing second. Samael can guess that his experiment probably failed again.


    "This is all because of you! YOU! Ever since I bought you, nothing''s ever gone right!" The old mage ranted, pointing his crooked finger towards Samael.


    The mage withdrew his hand as he slammed the back of his palm straight unto Samael''s cheeks, the impact reverberating with a resounding echo as Samael crashed to the ground, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.


    A relentless onslaught of kicks and punches rained down upon him. Gritting his teeth, he endured the storm of agonizing pain, steadfastly waiting for it to subside.


    Not a single sound escaped Samael''s lips, further stoking the man''s fury and igniting his destructive tendencies.


    "That felt great!" The old mage said, a grin plastered on his face. He wiped the crimson stains off his hand using a rag. All while Samael layed motionless, his body bruised and stained crimson.


    The man sneered, he spat and walked out the room.


    It hurts... Samael pushed himself up, only to fall. The sharp aches of his wounds made his arms feel boneless, paired with the gaping hole in his stomach and the unyielding fatigue it brought along. He wondered when was the last time he ate or the last time he slept on a bed.


    He had forgotten.


    It has been too long. Far too long.


    Samael bit his lip, blood trailing down his chin.


    He felt wronged. He was wronged, but it was too late to change anything. They can''t bring back what he lost or erase the traces of the torture he went through.


    Gathering the flickering flame of strength he had. He urged himself to crawl forward. Each movement an agonizing battle against the searing pain of the wounds embedded on his flesh. He reached for the jagged cold surface of the steel bars. Each passing second felt as though an eternity had passed.


    He has been relentlessly counting down the passage of time. Every hours, seconds and weeks. Fueled with unwavering determination, he yearns to break the chains that bind him. The event of "Star Fall" looms close, a day that holds the key to his escape.


    Star Fall is an event that occurs every year. The day when the gods bestow upon their blessings to their mortal subjects. They promise endless wealth, unfaltering strength and everlasting prosperity for those that worship and revere them. It''s a day of peace and celebration. A time of laughter and love.


    The telltale signs were as glaring as the midday sun. The birds have vacated the sky, leaving nothing but unfaltering silence in their absence. Even the old mage had become increasingly erratic these past few days.


    Unfortunately, such gifts only applies to kids aged 8 and above. Any younger than that and the person will crumble under the titanic weight of the power given to them.


    A few days ago, he had his eight birthday. He knew it''s only a matter of time until star fall commences.


    All he has to do is wait and see. After all, his family were devout followers of the God Taranius, the god of light and peace. Every day, they would pray and worship. Offering all sorts of treasures in the altar. So surely he would get his blessing.


    Across the darkened midnight sky.


    A streak of light, so swift and bright.


    The gods grace us with their celestial might.


    Oh bring forth, the awaited time.


    Let the stars rain, Star Fall...


    For a second, everything halted. No sound, no wind, only the deafening silence prevailed.


    Then there was light.


    A small spark traveled high in the heavens, illuminating the dark starry night in its lush glow. His breath hitched, and his heart galloped.


    Then there was a blinding flash.


    Before his eyes, an explosion of vibrant colors illuminated the night sky, soaring across its expanse and leaving luminous trails in the desolate darkness, untamed and pure.


    It has finally begun.


    Across the globe, the same phenomenon blessed the sky with their radiant streaks. These trail of lights came in clusters, moving fluidly and weaving in their own distinct paths, as if they had a will of their own, before descending upon their fated vessels.


    His eyes held a soft glimmer as the colorful streak of lights danced in the night sky. but something was amiss.


    None of them flew in his direction.


    Huh...? What''s going on? Samael wondered as he inspected his body.


    Samael''s breathing began to hasten, taking pace while his body began to tremble.


    The dark gradually devoured the boundless night sky, eating with it the tiny sliver of hope he had.


    Wait... No... No... NO!


    His grip tightened and his palm turned white. The sharp edges of the rusted barred window scraping through his skin, blood watering the coarse surface of the steel bars as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, some drenching his back.


    What''s happening?! This can''t be right! Wait¡ªNO! Come back! No! Please!


    He reached out the blood soaked window, it''s jagged surface brushing against his cheeks leaving shallow wounds.


    Yet, no matter how hard he tried, nothing happened. Nothing ever happened.


    Please...


    His quiet sobs filled the room, leaving hushed echoes in the silent night. His tears akin to that of a storm, washing away the blood trailing down his face.


    Why...? What did I do to deserve this...?


    Samael slowly kneeled in defeat. He couldn''t help but question everything he knew. Were their offerings for naught?


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    But we gave them everything.


    Yet, in the end, they were still abandoned.


    "Did you actually fucking think you would get a blessing?" A voice mocked followed by hysterical laughter. "YOU FOOL! And here I was thinking you couldn''t get any dumber than that!"


    "You, a slave, getting the attention of the gods? You must be delusional!" The mage spoke in a mocking tone. Further fueling the rage boiling in his heart.


    Samael felt something grasp his hair, followed by a sharp pain on his scalp. Like a rag, he was raised and slammed down the dirty cement floor. His breathing once deep and confident, now weak and barely audible.


    The old mage unzipped his trousers and threw them away, a smirk plastered on his face.


    "At least this way you''ll be of some use," The old man whispered in a hushed tone, his breath grazing Samael''s ear.


    He couldn''t fight back anymore. He was tired¡ªtoo tired.


    His eyelids narrowed, and the dark greeted him once more.


    Then, there was fire.


    He was standing in a field of flames. He can still vividly feel the infernal heat on his skin and the distant sounds of explosion permeating the air.


    No... Not this again.


    As he cast a side glance, his attention was drawn to a little boy tightly clinging to his mother''s clothing, his small hands scrunching up the pristine white dress. Tears trickled down his face, staining his milky white cheeks.


    "Mom! What is happening? I''m scared!" The kid said to her mother.


    "Shh... Shh... It''s okay... Everything will be okay." The woman enveloped the kid in her protective embrace as she caressed his hair.


    "Where''s father?" The kid asked.


    "Y-your father... H-He will be back." The woman replied, her words stuck to her throat, as though a stone is lodge between them.


    "For now, I need you to be a good boy and listen to me," Her grip tightened and her fingers quivered as she held the boy, inching her face close to his.


    Samael shut his eyes tight. He can''t look at this. He has seen this scene hundreds and thousands of times.


    Please, no more. He pleaded for the nightmare to stop.


    "Look at me... Look at me! Samael" The woman pleaded, tears drenched her pale cheeks. "You have to run, okay? You run and don''t look back. Promise me!"


    She clung tightly, unwilling to let go. But deep down, she knew of the sacrifice she needs to make.


    The kid nodded, bolting away as the wind crashed on his face.


    He ran away without looking back. Ignoring the booming explosions and the blood curdling screams of those he loved, but when he thought escape was at his palm, a hand grabbed him and threw him back.


    "Let me go!" The boy roared.


    The men cloaked in white held him tight, their fingers digging deep in his skin as they unsheathed their blades. Their metal surface laced with gold releasing a sharp glimmer under the celestial light of the moon.


    The young boy screamed and begged for them to stop, but no one listened. The men loomed closer the woman, grabbing her face and catapulting her downward.


    Samael clenched his jaws, his fist turning into a ball. His hands pale white while his nails dug in his palm. Pin-drop silence shrouded everything. except for a single voice.


    "Survive, Samael. Survive!"


    Samael flinched as he jerked his head towards the source of the voice. He was confronted with a sight that bought a lone tear down his scarred cheeks.


    A mother protecting her son, encasing him in a hug, shielding him from the dangers that wish him harm.


    Her cheeks glimmered under the onslaught of tears, but she wore the most loving smile he had ever seen.


    "Survive," The woman whispered, before multiple blades impaled themselves behind her.


    Then... then there was silence.


    How could he forget?


    Was he so busy running away from his fears that he forgot to look back at those he left behind?


    Was the fear of death so much that it blinded him to that which mattered the most?


    Like thunder, the sounds of chains snapping echoed in his ears, deafening him.


    A violent tsunami of energy slammed unto his body as his muscles tensed, veins etching lines in his skin, as his eyes jolted open. Hiding behind them a spark that illuminated his unyielding will.


    He was done running away.


    Burning through his waning strength, he clenched his fist and delivered a plethora of attacks.


    He punched, clawed and pulled on the old man, not stopping even if the pain was too much. What could a little more do?


    "HEY! ARGH! STOP!" The old mage brought his arm forth, acting as a makeshift shield.


    "YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" The old man spat in pure rage. He balled his fist and rammed it downwards, crashing against Samael''s face, but his unrelenting fury has yet to subside. The old man continued pummeling the boy, until his blood smeared the floor crimson.


    "You think you can defy me?! You ought to learn your lesson!" His face contorted, drowned in anger, he wrapped his bruised hands unto Samael''s neck.


    Samael dug his nails onto the old mage''s hands, his face flushed red as he hungered for air. He tried to pry it off him, but his strength was too little to make a change. His vision dimmed, and his strength gradually fading.


    Is this it...?


    The world around him swirled. Seeming like all of this is nothing but a nightmare.


    ...Yet, that unyielding flame in his eyes refused to be snuffed out.


    If I''m going to die, then I''ll take you with me!


    In a desperate attempt, Samael dragged the man closer, albeit slightly, it was enough. He slammed his teeth shut, tearing the nose of the old mage.


    Blood sprinkled down Samael''s face as the man released a thunderous scream. He held his face and rose to his knees, only to crash down with a heavy thud.


    A sharp ache pierced the man''s neck. His body stiffened, cold sweat drenching his back as he grabbed his throat, only to notice shards of glass protruding from his flesh.


    His shaky eyes glanced at the battered boy, shards of glistening glass sat idle on his palm and the lingering scent of alcohol enveloped the room, barely shrouding the metallic stench of blood.


    The old man gasped for air, but the puncture was too deep. Horrific gurgling sounds escaped his lips as he slowly drowned in his blood.


    A shiver ran down the mage''s spine as he desperately crawled away, his nails scraping the icy surface of the cell, leaving crimson claw marks on the floor.


    Bit by bit, the rusty metal door of the cell became wider and clearer. His lips quivered into a small smirk. His escape was inevitable!


    Then a hand clung to his leg.


    The old mage''s eyes widened in horror. He glanced back and saw Samael''s half dead body unrelentingly holding him back. He shook his foot, but to no avail.


    "N...No...!" The old mage retorted, his tone hoarse. He was so close. This can''t be happening to him! He can''t accept this!


    The old man grasped the boy''s collar. His hand trembling and his complexion pale.


    Samael opened his eyes ever so slightly. Looking the man straight in the face. His reflection bouncing off the glassy pupils of the mage.


    "H-H-He..lp me..!" A hoarse voice came out.


    Then silence reigned once more.


    These were his last words before the light left his eyes. His body went limp and fell down with a soft thud. The old mage was dead. At the same time, Samael collapsed from exhaustion.


    It didn''t take long before the light of dawn peeked at the horizon. Its warm golden glow bathing the cell in its radiance. At the same time, signaling the start of a new day.


    Samael''s eyes scrunched up, his face contorted under the throbbing pain of his head. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the familiar view of the ceiling, but he noticed something else. A sharp stench that assaulted his nose.


    "Huh...?" Samael muttered, his forehead creased as his eyes fixated on the source of the scent.


    There was a body¡ªno, a corpse¡ªlaying motionless. Its rotting body stiff and pale, infested with maggots eating its flesh.


    The boy''s eyes widened, and the memories of what transpired last night started to resurface.


    Samael felt his stomach churn. The realization that he killed a person has finally caught up to him. His whole body shook uncontrollably as he stumbled to get away from the corpse. His vision turned hazy, and he felt suffocated.


    Samael held his chest, his heart galloping wildly. He felt heavy, like something was pinning him down.


    I killed someone! Samael thought in horror. He couldn''t believe he had taken someone''s life.


    His vision swirled and he felt his stomach turn. He wanted to vomit, but there''s nothing to release.


    With his shaking legs, he rose to his feet, and bolted away. Not even daring to look back.


    He kept running. Ignoring the hysterical voices in his head. He felt scared, alone, and weak. He just wanted to escape.


    And so, he left.


    ***


    The lab wasn''t too big or too clean. Stains of dried blood clung to the once pristine walls, along with the eerie silence that shrouded the place.


    There were a few rooms, and when Samael checked them, he gagged. Countless rotting corpses and skeletal remains hung on steel chains.


    Some were burned, while others were severed. Their faces were distorted in pain, showing signs of torture before death.


    The further he went, the more prevalent the acrid stench of rot and blood was. Each chamber held the same view. One In particular made the boy''s stomach churn.


    A room in the furthest part of the lab had men, women and children stripped naked, as they hung on steel hooks embedded deep in their palms, their lower half mutilated into a mess and mixed with something he could not describe.


    Samael''s face distorted. He felt an inconceivable amount of disgust. He couldn''t imagine what could''ve happened here. The fact that they were still whole means they were recently killed too.


    "Monster..." Samael''s hushed voice reverberated in the room, sending echoes in the desolate chamber.


    How could someone do this monstrosity?! That man¡ªno, that monster!. Maybe his decision to kill the man wasn''t so wrong after all...


    He shook his head and threw the unnecessary thoughts away.


    No matter what he does, killing is killing. He took a life, and now he''s paying the consequences. Or perhaps he was simply afraid of the thought of getting used to it. At the thought that he will become like the man he killed.


    He stepped away from the room as he wandered aimlessly. Lost and afraid. Hoping to escape this hell. In doing so, he stumbled upon a chamber, or to be precise, that deceased mage''s personal abode.


    There were multiple apparatuses laying around, and organs were stuffed in liquid-filled jars. The stench here was the same as everywhere: unbearable.


    Samael hurriedly checked the room for anything he could use. He rummaged through the cabinets, under the bed, and through the clothes of the deceased mage. Afterwards, he gathered what he found.


    In total, he acquired: An old, dusty knife, a worn-down bag, some clothes, a few moldy pieces of bread, and a candle with a few unused matchsticks.


    Samael packed all the necessary items in the bag and greedily ate some of the bread he found. He didn''t care whether they were moldy or not. As long as they can fill his stomach, he''ll gladly eat them.


    Once he was finished. He took the bag and slung it on his shoulder before walking away. His footsteps echoing in the empty hall of the lab. Somehow, it made him feel melancholy.


    Do not be mistaken. He didn''t feel any sentiment for the place. Rather, he felt for the countless innocent lives lost for the sake of "greater knowledge."


    He didn''t know what kind of research the man conducted or what results he sought, but was that really enough reason to treat human lives like toys? What was the point of gaining such knowledge when it came at such a hefty cost?


    The boy shook his head as he made his way to the exit. He shouldn''t focus on such things for now. He should direct his energy towards leaving this place first.


    If I remember correctly...


    Samael looked around and saw a rusty iron door. He once saw this specific door when he was being led to the "Play room." He speculated that this door was probably the exit since it had multiple locks shutting it tight.


    He approached the door with steady steps and examined the heavy steel locks. Where could the keys be? Samael wondered as he scanned his surroundings.


    Could it be in the... play room?


    As far as Samael remembered. The old mage only entered his office, which the boy had already checked, and the playroom, in which he committed various atrocities.


    It can''t be right...?


    No, denying it was futile. The old mage would have put the keys to one of his most endeared places.


    As much as possible, he wanted to avoid that specific place. The only thing he remembers when he goes there is the awful stench of blood and the countless screams of pain.


    He let out a deep breath and steeled himself. He has gone too far to give up now. He just needed to enter and leave as fast as possible.


    Unnerved, Samael made his way to a lone door in the corner of the building. Every step he took felt heavier than the last. When he touched the steel surface of the chamber, he felt the urge to pull back and just find another escape route. But this is the only way.


    He gritted his jaw and put his weight on his arms, ignoring the sharp aches pestering his body.


    A loud screeching reverberated in the hall, bouncing off the filthy walls of this damned lab. The heavy steel door slowly made way for him and the nauseous stench inside the room.


    His nose twitched and scrunched up. He let go of the door and held his mouth tight. What kind of mess could cause such smell?


    The room was dark, until the soft glow of the lamps invaded the interior. Setting light to the horrors that sat there, frozen in time.


    His eyes widened and his breath halted. He held his abdomen and vomitted on the floor. Tears streaming along the contents of his stomach.


    Bodies, specifically kids, were strapped on the ice-cold metal tables with their hands bound tight by leather belts, scraping their skin off, showing the muscles beneath. All while their upper body are wide open and held by steel clamps. Free for everyone to see. There were also organs hanging on steel hooks, infested with maggots and flies.


    On the side were countless grotesque monsters cut into pieces, some merged with the dead bodies.


    What form of monstrosity is this?


    Samael shakily wiped his mouth as he did his best to hold on to the remaining sanity he had left.


    Keys... Where are the keys?!


    He carefully looked around and saw something glimmer beside a small mountain of corpses. He didn''t waste time and snatched it, without sparing even a glance, before running out of the room.


    Once he got out, Samael halted his steps and wiped the ice cold sweat off his forehead. His brain still couldn''t process what it saw inside. Probably never will.


    He took a mouthful of air and went forward. The voice inside his head, louder than ever before.


    It wasn''t long before the rusty iron door presented itself.


    He held the keys with his trembling hands, struggling to maintain them from shaking.


    One by one, he opened the locks. His anticipation was already reaching its peak. He had already forgotten the feeling of the grass under your feet and the warmth of the sun on your skin.


    First lock...


    CLICK!


    Second lock...


    CLICK!


    Beads of sweat fell down his forehead as the sound of metal clanging ran down the hall.


    Last lock...


    Samael firmly grasped the lock with his small, calloused hands, he plugged the rusty bronze key. With one swift twirl, he heard a click.


    CLICK!... THUD!


    Accompanied by a loud screeching. Like the rising sun watching above all, the light, slowly but surely shrouded the room. And the familiar scent of grass invaded his senses.


    He was finally free.

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    His cheeks glistened under the torrent of tears. He slumped down the grass and grasped it with his trembling hands, feeling each strand caress his skin.


    How long has it been?


    Perhaps the realization that he was finally free had just struck him. Freedom was nothing but a fleeting dream for him. Especially after his last flicker of hope was extinguished. He thought that he was destined to rot in that cold, empty cell, never to be found.


    Samael raised his hands, closing his eyes as he felt the warm embrace of the sun dancing on his body. Oh, how much he longed for it. Yearned for it.


    His hand balled into a fist as he rummaged through his bag. There was still one thing left unfinished.


    He held a matchstick in his hand and Ignited it, his gaze fixated at the small burning ember dancing on his fingertips.


    Soon, the smell of fire and ash lingered in the air, and the crackling sounds echoed in his ears. His shadow shifting under the hypnotic dance of the flame.


    Samael hated fire. It''s destructive, dangerous, and painful. Yet the flame that brightly illuminated the lab felt soothing.


    He wore a solemn expression as he closed his eyes.


    "Rest in peace. May the light guide you."


    ***


    Step... Step... Step...


    It has been a while since he left the clearing. Whenever he looked, all he could see was the thick, towering trees that hid the brightness of the sun and the eerie silence that came with it.


    He didn''t know where he was; he barely had food and water, plus he could barely feel the strength in his limbs. His situation wasn''t just bad; it was dire. He estimated that his food ration could last at most until tomorrow. If he doesn''t die of dehydration by then.


    Right now, his priorities are to find food and a clean water source.


    Food shouldn''t be too hard to find, right? I mean, this is a forest, fruits should be abundant here. Samael looked around and scanned his surroundings, only to be disappointed.


    The trees around him were lush and big, but they bore no fruit. The leaves of the trees had a tinge of yellow as they plummeted to the ground. He could smell the cold in the wind, which brought wariness to his heart.


    Samael held his chin while looking at the falling leaves. He felt like he was forgetting something really important.


    Yellow leaves..? Samael asked himself.


    His eyes widened. He hurriedly recounted the months he spent on the lab. His memory hazy at first, but the answer to his questions was set to light.


    "Winter..."


    Samael spoke in a hushed tone, bearing an invisible weight mounted at his shoulders.


    It looks like his situation just got even crazier. If he was correct, about eight months ago was the start of spring.


    He used his fingers to count the months that had passed.


    Wait... then doesn''t that mean...?


    "I have a month left?!" He roared in disbelief.


    He grasped his mouth as he set a watchful eyes on his vicinity. He didn''t want to attract trouble. He already has enough on his plate.


    With the news of the upcoming winter, a feeling of unease bloomed in his heart. He just got out, and everything is already going against him. Is fate playing some form of sick joke?


    Samael sighed and continued forward. Sure, he needed to ensure survival first, but overthinking won''t help him. He needs to be rational and calm.


    Samael is not the smartest, but he is no fool either. He is not illiterate. His family had quite a high position, and like any good family, he was given a chance to study at a young age. He knows how to write, read, and count.


    Unsure of where to go, he roamed around and had his ears sharpened. If there was a running river or waterfall nearby, he might just possibly hear it.


    It''s one of his talents. He has keen senses. He is able to see, hear, and smell things extremely well.


    It has come in handy in many situations. Like how he managed to dodge an arrow when his father brought him to an archery range one time. Fortunately, he was able to hear the distant whistle in time.


    He didn''t expect his talent to come into use now. He always thought that he was weird  since other kids his age didn''t have such abilities. It separated him from the others. Made him feel... different.


    As time ticked by and the light of the day turned orange in hue. Samael''s steps have started to pick pace. He has barely found anything of value in the last few hours. Now that the sun was fading from the blue sky, how could fear not seep in his heart?


    He didn''t know what kind of monsters lurked in this forest, but the abnormality of the place was apparent just by staying here for a few hours.


    The crimson-red trees appeared drenched in blood. Along with the bone chilling silence that shrouds it.


    Just my luck, I guess


    Samael halted his steps and approached a tree. Its ginormous body towered over him and sent a shiver down his spine. Nonetheless, he had nowhere to go for the night, so his best option was to climb a tree and wait the darkness out.


    "Urghh!" Samael grunted, his face contorted under the searing pain of his wounds. There weren''t many gaps to use, so he had to rely on his grip. His muscles burned as he felt like sandpaper brushed against his skin. Leaving cracks in his flesh.


    Samael momentarily stopped and took a mouthful of air. His arms sore, and his shoulders slumped down. His eyes had dark circles underneath, worthy of being in children''s nightmares.


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    He glanced down and his blood went cold.


    Woah! Too high!


    His grip tightened and his palm as white as the foreboding snow. The humongous tree roots appeared like small vines in his eyes. He could feel the wind harshly scraping his skin as the leaves danced in front of him. If he falls down now, he will surely die.


    The sun was also starting to vanish off the horizon, and the inevitable darkness of the night was starting to engulf the crimson forest. Either he climbs up or he goes down, completely eliminating his chances of making it through the first night.


    Samael swallowed a mouthful of air, his face flushing red as he burned through the last remaining strength left in his body.


    His muscle strained while he slowly climbed up. Without hesitation, he dug his nails into the coarse tree bark, stabilizing himself. A warm red liquid trickled from his fingernails, and like raindrops, it slithered down his scarred cheeks. Yet, even under the pain and constant pressure of death, he persevered and went up unhindered.


    Almost... There!! With a loud thud, he plummeted his body onto the massive branches of the tree. His skin shone under the sweat, and his chest moved like the waves under a storm.


    Samael slowly regained his calm. The tree was so high that he could see the bright stars in the night sky. They were beautiful, like gems embedded in the finest cloth in the world.


    Samael can hear the distant howlings and growls. However, he wasn''t bothered by it. He was already elevated and well hidden. Or at least he thinks so.


    Maybe I''ll rest my eyes. just for a little bit...


    His eyelids felt extremely heavy. His vision dimmed.


    And just like that, he drifted into the unknown under the guiding light of the night stars.


    ***


    By the time Samael regained consciousness, he was greeted by the silver gleam of the moon. He released a sigh as he watched the leaves move under the guidance of the wind.


    So it wasn''t a dream.


    Samael sat down when a sharp ache struck him in the back. He winced, rubbing his rear in an attempt to lessen the soreness. His stomach released a growl.


    He took out a piece of bread and tore off the moldy parts. He greedily bit down on it and devoured it within seconds, all while looking at the starry night sky.


    It should be midnight by now. He concluded by observing the position of the moon.


    The boy sucked his fingers, making sure not to miss even a single crumb.


    Well, there goes my bread.


    Samael licked his lips and held his stomach. Which released another dreadful sound, he groaned, his brows furrowed. He was now really regretting throwing up the bread he ate back at the lab.


    His throat was also burning, and his lips felt flaky. Then an idea came to him. Samael stood up and stretched a little. Fortunately, he managed to regain some of his energy. Not all, but just enough.


    When he got up, he used the tree branches to maintain his balance. Then he set a watchful gaze over the horizon.


    "Huh?" His brows furrowed, he narrowed his gaze. In the distance was a black, square-looking object. At first, Samael thought that it was just a boulder, but upon closer inspection, he was mistaken. It was some sort of caravan, and there was also light coming from that direction.


    A smile found its way to his face. He hasn''t seen anyone else except his dead master. If those were humans, then that means they can help him get out of this forest.


    He hurriedly checked his vicinity, ensuring there are no monsters nearby before descending. Even slipping along the way.


    With a loud bang, Samael grunted while he massaged his arse. His aching back not helping in the slightest. However, he didn''t waste time and ran off in the direction of the caravan. He couldn''t wait to leave this forest.


    Inch by inch, he closed off the distance until he was just a couple meters from them, but what he heard next completely halted his advance.


    "I''m telling you! I skinned that man alive for messing with me!" A voice said. Samael flinched, and he sank into the tree trunk. Hiding beneath the shadows of the night. As far as he knows, people don''t usually feel proud of skinning someone.


    "Oh, shut up, you blabbering bastard! There''s no way in hell you can skin someone!" A booming voice replied.


    "Oh fuck you! You never believe what I say!" The first voice scowled.


    "Of course I won''t! You never even received proper education you stupid bastard," The burly voice mocked.


    "Oh like you did," The first voice muttered.


    Samael''s heart galloped like a stallion. His body trembled as he remained still. He just realized how stupid he was. He didn''t even think twice before approaching strangers. Now look at the predicament he is stuck in.


    Samael inhaled and exhaled. Luckily, it seems that the men haven''t noticed his presence yet. I could be wrong. Please be wrong. Samael begged silently as he ever so slightly peeked.


    There were three men sitting around a campfire. The fragrant smell of grilled meat permeated the air. Beside them were a few barrels of liquor and a caravan covered in tarpaulin.


    The first voice he heard earlier came from the young man. Probably around his twenties, while the coarse voice was from the older individual.


    Samael took a deep breath, squinting his eyes. Aside from the two, there was also another guy who was silently enjoying his drink on the side. They all wore shabby peasant clothes stained with oil and liquor, had messy beards, and had some form of protection. If you can call a few pieces of leather armor, However, something else caught the boy''s attention the most.


    All three of them had weapons. They had swords sheathed around their waists and knives resting in their pockets. They were armed and dangerous.


    Bandits..? Samael wondered while assessing his next moves.


    He slowly put his foot back. His plan was to silently retrace his steps and go on his merry way. And that is what he did. Samael slowly backed away from the camp.


    SNAP!


    Samael stiffened, and his eyes widened in horror. Of all the things that could possibly go wrong. The worst-case scenario happened. He stepped on a twig.


    Samael ducked and hastily ran for cover. He took refuge under a small hole between the tree roots, ignoring the insects crawling all over him.


    "The fuck was that?" The rough voice exclaimed. "Oi! You check it out!" The voice added.


    "Why me?! You heard it, you do it!" The young man retorted.


    "The fuck you say?! Im your senior! Do as I say or I''ll cut your share!" The rough voice replied.


    "Oh, for fucks sake! Fine!" The young man said in defeat. The man lowered his voice and spoke in a hush tone "Asshole" before silence reigned again.


    Droplets of sweat fell down his forehead as he sunk deeper the coarse tree bark.


    The footsteps loomed closer by the second as the young man approached his location.


    The steps grew louder and louder until a foot embedded itself on the dirt beside his face, sending some of it to his pale cheeks. He held his breath and tensed his body. Now that he finally had a good look, the young man had ordinary features, and the familiar scent of booze clung tightly to him. His eyes were unsteady, and his balance was a little off.


    Samael could tell by his appearance that he was devoid of sleep. Massive black circles lurked under his eyes, and he reeked of sweat and piss.


    With his extraordinarily gifted senses, even seeing in the dark is a walk in the park for someone like him.


    Fortunately, the man didn''t seem to notice him. Maybe because of his inebriated state or perhaps the veil of the night masked his presence.


    The man let out an annoyed huff and retraced his steps back to camp, Samael exhaled and slumped down. However, he didn''t relax yet.


    "There was no one there! Must be some stray mutts!" The young man said in exasperation, which was closely followed by laughter.


    "You got scared by mutts?! HAHAHAHA!" The second man replied in mockery. The two went back to bickering, but to be sure, Samael stayed hidden for a while longer until he finally felt safe enough to exit his little hole. This time, he made sure to look at where he was going.


    He remained low and tiptoed his way out, his escape was secured, but his ears picked up something. Words that made him deaf.


    "Say, how much do you think this one is going to sell in the market?" The young man asked.


    "The slave market has been on decline lately. I''m pretty sure we''ll catch a hefty price for this one. After all, it''s something native to this forest, and a kid no less," the rough voice replied.


    Samael felt like everything had stopped. No wind, no sounds, nothing. Just his heartbeat.


    Every pulse it released felt like a bomb going off in his ears.


    Slave..? He slowly cranked his head around and looked back.


    He was stupid. He was a fool. How could he forget such an important detail? Samael clenched his jaw and tightened his fist. How could he have not notice it sooner?


    Bandits travel in groups.


    Fuck Samael silently cussed. His body shook, and a burning sensation nested in his chest. How could he go, knowing what horrors await that person? How can he let someone else suffer the same fate he did? Blood trickled from the boy''s mouth as he unknowingly bit it. Right now, the only thing he felt were the flames of hatred consuming his very being.


    He felt mad.


    Angry.


    He felt...


    RAGE...

 CH3-Overdrive

    Shadows danced under the lush glow of the bonfire. All while the men drank to their hearts content. Unbeknownst to them, a different form of shadow silently lurked in waiting. Patiently watching them from afar.


    Samael hid under the shade of the trees. His hands trembling under the raging torrent of anger, anxiety and fear he felt. But he stood strong.


    It has been some time since he started his observations. At first, he had no plan whatsoever, but after gathering information around the camp, he managed to formulate a half-baked one.


    The flow was simple. First, he''ll wait for one of them to go and relieve themselve. How was he so certain it would happen? There are three barrels of liquor beside them. Two of which are empty. Not to mention, they''re intoxicated. Which was another advantage for him. In the event that things don''t go his way, Samael will be forced to use his plan B. Aka set fire to their booze with his last remaining matches.


    Samael swallowed hard and unsheathed his old, dusty knife. He wiped its steel edge with his coarse clothes and laid eyes upon his reflection. What greeted him was no kid, but a monster drenched in blood. How could he not? He has killed a person, and now he''s planning to do it again.


    His stomach churned, but he hurriedly slapped himself. The pain holding together the sliver of sanity he had left. Now was not the time to hesitate. Still, he couldn''t help but sigh in bitterness.


    Kids his age usually play with other kids as they bathe in the innocence of childhood, eat warm, delicious meals made by people that love them, and have those same loving folks wait for them at a safe place everybody calls "home". But Samael only felt the gaping hole in his chest, constantly reminding him that he has no family, no shoulders to cry on, and no sanctuary to return to.


    He was forced to leave his childhood behind and face the cold cruelty of this world alone. In order to survive, he had to adapt and mature. But isn''t that enough reason to help others in the same predicament as him? He had already experienced how it felt to be enslaved. How it felt to be used and discarded. He can''t let others experience that same hell.


    Samael opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the boundless darkness of the night. Hiding beneath a sharp glint capable of inflicting great horror on others.


    Samael stepped back, his figure sank and became one with the pitch black shadows of the night. Meanwhile, the youngest in the group rose to his feet and dusted himself.


    "Hey, save me some booze. I''ll be back quick." He excused himself as he narrowly avoided a stumble. The other guy didn''t even glance at him and continued downing mug after mug as he released a reverberating barf.


    "Fuckin glutton," The young man muttered under his breath as he walked towards the forest bushes to answer the call of nature. His unsteady and shaky steps betrayed his inebriated state.


    He roamed aimlessly until he found a suitable location. He sweeped his gaze around him. Seeing that his vicinity was clear, he unzipped his trousers and relieved himself.


    "Ahh, that''s the spot!" The young man exclaimed. He closed his eyes and released a deep breath. When he opened them, his brows raised at the sudden appearance of a shadow.


    Was that there earlier? He pondered. He cast his gaze behind him¡ª but a solid object struck him in his nape, his eyes rolled behind his head and his body went limp, plummeting down the ground with a sickening thud.


    Samael gasped for air, his hands trembling as they clutched the blood-stained rock. His eyes widened in horror.


    He profusely shook his head, and a small bit of clarity resurfaced. He loosened his grip, allowing the rock to plummet down the crimson grass as he gripped the rough handle of his knife.


    He stopped and blinked a couple times. Unable to muster the courage needed to finish his mission. Samael gulped and urged his foot forward. However, his feet refused to move a step closer. As if they were glued to the floor.


    He felt like everything was spinning and his vision was hazy. His body shaking uncontrollably.


    Samael clenched his jaws. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to push himself, he didn''t budge.


    Sure, he killed the old mage back at the lab, but he did it in the heat of the moment. In the middle of confusion. However, this is different. He is fully aware of what he had to do. He planned it and orchestrated it, and now he has to finish what he''s started. Yet Samael doesn''t know if he has the strength to do it.


    He lowered his head, his knuckles pale white under his gruelling grip. He had come too far to turn back now.


    He bit his lips, the metallic taste of blood invaded his mouth and woke him from his stupor. The pain sharpened his mind, bringing clarity.


    Slowly, he rose to his feet, and this time he finally managed to muster the courage to inch closer to the unconscious young man.


    His palm turned white as he gripped the knife. Its silver blade reflected the moonlight, hinting at its capabilities to severe human life. Samael wrapped his fingers around the handle of the worn-down weapon. He could feel the cold sweat kiss his skin as he inhaled.


    Slowly, he raised it above his head. He exhaled, and the silver gleam of the weapon shone brightly as it plunged itself into the skull of the man''s head, ending him without any pain.


    Blood splattered on his cheeks and hands. The crimson liquid dripping from his fingertips. Its metallic scent invading his nose.


    Samael held his stomach and vomitted on the floor. Tears trickled down his face as he emptied his stomach. Further worsening his dehydration. He leaned back on the tree trunk, his quiet sobs shrouding the cold endless darkness.


    Samael bashed the coarse bark of the tree with his calloused hands as he wiped his mouth.


    There was no time to waste.


    There was no time to cry.


    There was no time for weakness.


    He had to keep moving, or everything else was for naught. With a broken spirit and heavy shoulders, Samael rose to his feet once more and went onwards.


    He loomed close the corpse of the young man, gagging at the sight of it, but he managed to hold it off.


    He painstakingly searched the dead body for anything he could use. The putrid stench of death and alcohol made him scrunch up his nose and hold his breath.


    The only things he found was a dagger strapped to his waist and a vial with blue liquid inside. Its soft glow shone with mysticism, standing out amidst the empty darkness.


    The moment the smooth vial touched his skin, a sweet scent invaded his nostrils, faintly dancing in the air before vanishing. Unfortunately, he didn''t know the purpose of the bottle, so he threw it in his bag and moved on.


    He quickly unstrapped the dagger from the deceased slaver and tucked it tight to his side. It was a place he could quickly reach, so it was the most optimal location. It was a shame that he couldn''t take the sword since it was too heavy for him.


    If his hunch was right, then the other guy would surely get suspicious and check out the condition of his accomplice. He needs to match the timing and ambush the man at the right time. He only had one chance; he can''t mess this up.


    Samael''s back got drenched in cold sweat as his eyes constantly darted back and forth between the corpse and the direction of the caravan.


    Back in the camp, the second man lowered his pint onto the earth with a loud bang as he wiped his messy beard.


    "Huh... Where did that brat go? I know he''s got some bladder issues... but this is still taking it too long." He complained before ascending from his seated position. Contrary to what Samael saw, the man was far taller and bulkier. His peasant clothes stretched and strained with his every movement.


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    "Dammit, I was enjoying my drink, and now I have to look for that little shit," he added before following the trail of the young man.


    Meanwhile, in the forest Samael hid in a tree near the corpse of the slaver. He made sure to cover him with some dirt to hide the blood. He wanted it to appear that the man fell asleep after drinking too much. Hopefully, the veil of darkness will help him fool the man''s accomplice.


    Time ticked by, and Samael''s anticipation increased by the second. He was about to check and leave his hiding spot when he heard a rustling, forcing him to sink back down. What followed next made Samael take a mouthful of air.


    A huge figure came out of the bushes. He had to look twice to confirm it was a human and not a bear. He''s gigantic! Samael thought.


    The boy gulped as he watched the bulky man look around. Until he finally spotted the young man hugging the ground.


    "There you are! What the fuck took you so long?" But there was only the deafening silence and the every so often chattering of bugs. "The fuck? You''re ignoring me?" He said, his brows furrowed and his eyes sharpened. He leisurely walked forward, feeling the cold wind blow on his hair until he was face to face with the "sleeping" man.


    "Huh? Sleeping? This bastard..." The bulky man kneeled as he intended to carry the "unconscious" young man.


    A black shadow dashed from the crevices of the forest, breaking the eerie silence.


    Samael tensed his body as he thrust his knife towards the man''s neck, ignoring the sharp ache of his muscles.


    The man glanced momentarily and angled his body sideways. The cold steel of the knife brushing against his cheek, leaving a mild, searing pain. He flexed his thighs and propelled himself back before reaching for his sword and unsheathing it. Its blade reflected cracks and chips, while its surface was stained crimson.


    The bulky man was confused momentarily at what attacked him, but he brandished his sword quickly. Whatever it was, it successfully wounded him. Samael was now labeled a threat. Things just got a whole lot messier. The slaver now had his guard raised, and he was completely sober now.


    Damn it! Samael hurriedly pushed himself from the ground and faced the bear-like man who towered over him. Samael looked like a complete midget compared to him. He could barely see his belly. The bulky man''s brows furrowed as he looked at Samael up and down.


    "A kid?" He asked himself as his eyebrow raised. Did he seriously get scared by a pipsqueak? The man burst into laughter as he lowered his weapon.


    "Fuck! You scared me there for a second!" He said while laughing.


    Samael stayed focused and observed the man keenly. He squinted his eyes and disregarded everything else that didn''t matter. The boy thought that the man would be slow considering his size, but after seeing him dodge his attack earlier, there was no doubt that he was strong. Far stronger than the other guy.


    The bulky man marched confidently with strong, steady steps towards the small boy. He didn''t even bother to raise his sword since, to him, Samael was nothing but a weak little kid. Perhaps the man even considered this an opportunity.


    The man glanced over his shoulders, casting a disdainful gaze the lifeless body of his partner and he couldn''t help but sneer. To think this bastard got done in by a kid¡ªtalk about pathetic. Oh well, more for me I guess. He shrugged.


    The man cracked his neck and slung his blade over his shoulder, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He dug his foot on the moist ground and catapulted himself toward Samael at incredible speed.


    The boy''s eyes widened when the man suddenly came face to face with him. He tried to raise his hands, but he was greeted by a giant fist slamming itself on his abdomen. The force sent the boy flying a few steps back before he hit a tree with a loud bang. The man proceeded to whistle while watching the kid gasp for air.


    Samael had veins popping out of his neck as he tried his hardest to breathe. He couldn''t believe what just happened. He didn''t even properly understand what transpired, and the next thing he knew, he was sent flying like a ball. His body trembled as he gazed at the approaching silhouette of the man.


    THUD! THUD! THUD!


    The man''s footsteps sounded like drums echoing in the silent forest. The boy planted his hands on the moist dirt and pushed with all his strength, but to no avail. A hand grabbed his hair and raised him up.


    "ARGHH!" Samael screamed as he flailed around, trying to break free from the man''s grasp.


    He threw the boy like a rag, his face distorted in exasperation.


    "You know this is only going to hurt more as you struggle more," The man said in a mocking tone. He had already checked the boy''s condition when he took hold of him earlier. To the man, the boy was useless. He was a damaged product. Probably won''t even fetch them a single coin. So he decided to kill the kid and maybe have some fun while at it.


    "You wanna play a game? Let''s play tag, yeah?" The man said in a sadistic tone. A twisted grin plastered on his face.


    Every fiber of Samael''s body ached as he grasped the dirt with his hands, struggling to even get up. Can I even beat him? He wondered. Am I going to die like this? He asked himself. Damn them all... He thought.


    There was once a man who asked everyone a single question: Who do you think is the most dangerous person?


    "A crazy man!"


    "A strong man!"


    "An armed person!"


    "A soldier!"


    Yet, the man simply shook his head in disapproval. And he replied: "No, the most dangerous person..."


    "Is someone who has nothing to lose."


    As the burly man raised his weapon high, a black, sandy substance entered his eye sockets, and he saw nothing but black. His scream reverberated in the forest as he swung in a frenzy.


    A handful of dirt slithered down the boy''s palm.


    With his flickering strength, Samael launched himself at the man. His body creaked as he collided with the burly slaver.


    The man winced as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. With his half-open eyes, he touched his abdomen only to see blood.


    Samael pulled the knife across the man''s belly using his body weight. The man saw this and he swept him away. Samael slammed on the ground, making the dust stir, but he wasn''t done yet.


    "YOU BASTARD!" The man spat in pure rage as he raised his weapon to the air before bringing it down with unparalleled ferocity.


    Samael remembered how the man weaved to dodge his attack earlier and tried to re-enact it.


    He angled his body sideways, but his foot got locked with his other sole, sending him in a tumble. Before he could get up, a sword planted itself beside his face, sending patches of dirt flying. Consumed by his emotions, he used the dagger and slammed it at the foot of the man.


    "AHHHH!!" The man released an blood curdling scream as blood sprinkled out of his foot, watering the already crimson grass. Samael huffed violently as he sent his foot in an arc, landing itself in between the man''s legs, a loud crack reverberated soon after.


    "ARGHHH YOU FUCKING FUCK!" The man screamed in utter pain as he rolled on the ground with one hand on his testicles and the other on his stomach.


    Below him, a blood puddle soaked the earth. However, Samael was not entirely aware of what was happening. Just like when animals get cornered, they show their animalistic tendencies. A trigger in their system sets off, giving them strength but at the same time uncontrolled aggressiveness.


    The same can be said for the boy. After experiencing near-death experiences in the last few years of his life, he had subconsciously earned the ability to go into this state and rely purely on instinct.


    Samael only experienced it twice. The first was when he killed the mage, and now this.


    This peculiar ability of his gave him temporary strength, speed, and durability, but it comes with a price. Samael sustains a great deal of damage to his body. His sudden spike in strength and speed not only eats through his stamina but also ignores the physical limitations of his current body. In short, he is slowly breaking down his vessel by continuously exceeding what it can hold and generate.


    The burly man''s chest heaved furiously, a foreign feeling blooming in his heart. That primal emotion to just run and escape... It was fear. In all of his adventuring life, he had never encountered anyone who could overpower him. He has never seen anyone fight like this. This kid¡ªno, this thing¡ªfought like a monster.


    The man has never felt this kind of emotion in his life. The feeling of death looming near you. He felt...


    Fear...


    I-I h-ha-have to kill him now! The man called forth his flickering strength, which only amounted to so much. He had already lost too much blood.


    The slaver grabbed a wooden handle behind his back and pulled it out. It was a machete, its surface marred with the blood of those he has slain.


    The man took a sharp breath as he rose to his feet, his hand tightly applying pressure to his bleeding abdomen. He raised his hand, pointing the weapon towards Samael.


    "FUCK. YOU!" The man roared as he dashed towards the boy. His muscle strained as the machete descended with unparalleled ferocity. However, he was too slow.


    Samael used his arms and pulled his body like a slingshot, propelling himself forward, slamming to the slaver''s injured leg. The burly man didn''t know what happened, but the next thing he knew, he was already kneeling.


    Huh, wha¡ª


    Samael held the man tightly as he opened his mouth wide before slamming it shut, imbedding his bare fangs on the throat of his foe.


    The machete in the slaver''s hand slid down with a sickening thud as he pushed the boy away. He grasped his throat, blood spewing like a fountain from them. He scurried up in frantic haste and stumbled to get away.


    He couldn''t care less about killing the boy; he just wanted to run.


    The man felt dread envelope his whole being. The darkness, accompanied by the scent of blood in the air, sent shivers down his spine. He stumbled a few times as he "tried" to seek refuge, but there was no escape, it''s far too late for that.


    The boy grabbed the machete and lifted it. Veins bulging in his arms as he used both his limbs to drag them.


    The man slowly cranked his head back, and what he perceived sent shivers down his spine.


    He saw a demon.


    One holding a machete, approaching him at a rapid pace. He was going to die, and he had no choice but to watch.


    The man''s life flashed before his eyes. His distant childhood, family, and hardships. Thoughts lingered in his mind.


    So this is it? He thought, accepting death at the last moment. Yet...


    Screams.


    He heard screams.


    Those from the people he have killed. From the folks he had commited atrocities and the countless lives he has damned in the line of slavery.


    They all said one thing.


    "Burn in hell with us."


    His eyes jolted open, fear shrouding his bloodshot eyes. His mouth opened and he roared. "NO¡ª"


    Then everything spun around. And the last thing he saw was a headless body kneeling calmly under the wind before life escaped his eyes.


    Samael stood still for a long while. His whole body covered in blood and guts. He was drenched in it.


    THUD!


    The body of the man fell down, and his blood watered the soil. Samael didn''t know what to feel anymore. He felt numb; he felt like a monster. Maybe he was a monster. The boy felt lifeless. He felt desperate and in pain. His eyes dulled as he marched his way to his last foe.


    The night was still long.

 CH 4-Realization

    Samael could feel every fiber of his muscles twitching and that burning desire to destroy. He could sense the wind weave, the rustling of the grass, and the particles of dust that stirred with his every movement. Yet, for some reason, he felt numb. He felt detached from his body, like he was shackled in a chair, and simply watching everything happen in front of a screen. And the worst part is that he didn''t feel anything against them. He was scared, but he felt euphoric. He felt ecstatic as he killed the man. It was as if he was in a constant rush. Like he could take on the world and bring down everyone who blocked his path.


    WHOOOOOSH!


    The wind felt almost painful to his skin as it whipped his face, ruffling his already disheveled hair. His pale face, covered in lacerations accompanied by the lingering scent of blood, his visage almost demonic. His once black pupils now glowing eerie red in the darkness of the forest. Like a predator stalking its prey, but amidst all that, Samael heard a whisper that vanished as fast as it has come.


    Samael... Do not lose yourself.


    The boy gasped as he gripped his chest. His knees buckled as he hungered for air. His whole body felt burning; he felt heavy, and his shoulders slumped. Every movement a battle against pain.


    But those weren''t the boy''s main concerns. Instead, Samael bore eyes on the blood puddle, shivering at his reflection. That feeling earlier, that sensation of great power... The euphoria that he felt for killing his kin...


    It was horrific.


    Confusion still clouded his mind as to what happened in the heat of that moment. Yet he remembered every detail and every feeling he had.


    Samael glanced at his trembling hands and saw fragments of how he brutally killed the man. His eyes slammed tight in disgust. Maybe for himself or his actions. He didn''t know. He understood none of this anymore. Was this really freedom? He couldn''t help but question everything. How did this happen? Why did this happen? They were just like any other family. They slept, they worked, and they worshipped. What did they do to deserve such a fate?


    Samael''s untapped emotions came to a boiling point. All the pain, longing, agony, and anger he had felt slowly chipped through him. The boy''s eyes dulled. There was only so much a kid could handle.


    Samael rose to his feet. He collected his knives, and wiped off the blood using the coarse clothes of the dead man. His body felt afloat. Even the blistering cold of the night felt bleak to him.


    Under the etheral glow of the moonlight, He marched towards the camp.


    His fight wasn''t over yet.


    ***


    Back at the camp


    A grin crept its way to the slavers face as he leisurely drank the last mug of beer. His black hair mixed with strips of white and his black eyes as dark as the night. He wore a murky white peasant clothes accompanied with a porcelain mask that hid half his face. He constantly swung his hook-like sword in an arc. Its steel edge marred crimson red.


    RUSTLE... RUSTLE...


    A few meters from him, the bushes rattled, and a small, feeble figure crawled out. His whole body bathed in blood and his vacant eyes dead.


    The man''s smile became distorted and soon morphed into a fit of hysterical laughter. Rising to his feet, he dusted off his clothes before muttering. "What a lovely night."


    Samael stood unmoving as he watched the spectacle. His vision was already dimming, and everything felt hazy. He knew it was only a matter of time before he collapsed.


    The man set eyes on the moon, its celestial light nesting calmly on his porcelain mask. He brushed his hair back, and let out a dramatic sigh. "Don''t you think the moon is beautiful tonight?" He remarked.


    He cast a sidelong glance at the boy and whistled. "You caused quite the chaos!" He said. "But don''t get me wrong. I admire the dedication, I really do." He followed as he clasped his palms together and reached out his hand towards Samael, giving him a small, gentle smile. "Why don''t you join me? I can give you whatever your heart desires. Gold? Women? Power?"


    Samael''s expression were as calm as the as the cold night wind. Making the man chuckle.


    "How careless of me. I forgot to introduce myself. The name is Jack. The one and only" He lowered his head a little and performed a small elegant bow.


    "So what do you say? It''s a good offer, yes?" He repeated with a wide smirk plastered on his face.


    In response, Samael threw his knife forward.


    The man''s smile quivered. He swiftly rotated his wrist and deflected the weapon away.


    Samael dashed forward, closing the distance¡ª when Jack jerked his head with a wide grin, making Samael flinch.


    The man whipped his hand and dug his fingers into the boy''s neck, launching him into a nearby tree. Samael groaned as his face contorted in pain, but before he could fall down, the man dashed at astonishing speed and slammed him back up.


    "Now, now, don''t be too hasty in your decisions. I know your potential. Unlike those hooligans, you actually had the guts to initiate a fight against three grown men! And win as well¡ª Or at least most of it," Jack inched closer to Samael. He brushed the blood stains off his face with his gloved hands. "You see, I had the same image as you before. I was weak and hungry for power¡ª"


    "I am not like you."


    Samael''s voice reverberated over Jack''s. The slaver''s grip tightened, and Samael gasped for air. Veins bulged in the man''s head as he jolted his eyes open.


    "You... YOU DARE GO AGAINST ME?!" he roared, his face turning bright red with each passing second.


    The sudden shift in demeanor made Samael''s forehead crease.


    "ME?! THE GREAT JACK?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY FUCKING CALL ME?! I''M THE FUCKING BUTCHER OF THE PALE NIGHT!" He spat out in pure rage, continuously slamming the boy against the coarse tree bark.


    "NO ONE! AND ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NO ONE!!! DISOBEYS ME!" He bellowed as he rammed Samael with great force, caving the tree and sending splinters in the sky, some etching in his flesh.


    Samael slumped to the ground with a sickening thud, blood slithering down his lips. Its metallic taste invading his mouth.


    "Hooh~, sorry about that. Now let''s get our differences behind us and focus on something more important." Jack combed his silky hair back before squatting.


    "My offer still stands. If you pick it, you survive, but if you don''t, Well, you won''t see the light of the day." He spoke in a gentle, carefree manner. However, Samael didn''t hear any of those. He only heard a ringing in his ears and the faint beating of his heart.


    Jack brought his face closer and looked at Samael with a sinister smirk. "So what do you say?"


    Samael strained, his voice hoarse and weak. "M-m-my answer is... Go to hell!"


    Jack''s face distorted as he grinded his teeth, producing horrid grating sounds. He roughly grabbed the boy''s hair, yanking it back forcefully.


    "You... I¡ªI gave you so many fucking chances... But you just kept on denying it." He calmly stated, "Again and again AND AGAIN!" He roared.


    "EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU!"


    He touched his face, wincing, he could still vividly feel how his father spilled boiling water on his face for trying to eat the crumbs that fell on the floor. That searing pain etched deep in his memory. They''re all fucking the same... He could still remember how his father would rape his mother in front of him, how his very guardian would slam him in water and deprive him of air for trying to steal food.


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    He was hungry.


    Way too hungry.


    So he killed.


    Little Jack was too fucking hungry, so he killed. Every single one of them. Oh, and it felt so euphoric. To the last damn second.


    That''s how he earned his title.


    Jack raised his arm, palm wide open. Steam emitting from his hands as they turned bright orange in hue. Samael could feel the blistering heat kissing his face.


    "Say, do you know how it feels to be burned...?" Jack asked sadistically.


    "Yes, yes, I do," Samael replied.


    Jack flinched in surprise. His grip loosened and Samael seized the chance. The boy dialed his head back and rammed it at Jack''s face.


    Splinters of Jack''s porcelain mask rained down, and the boy spat blood on the man''s face. The slaver involuntarily let go of Samael as he clawed his face to clear his vision.


    Samael weakly rummaged his bag and took out his last remaining matches, igniting them as he threw the small stick of flame towards the barrels, watching its feeble glow illuminate the dark forest, before erupting into a burst of light.


    Jack jolted down in panic. As his vision cleared, he saw towering flames burning bright. "What the fuck?" He asked in confusion.


    "Is this your way of beating me? To cause a commotion and run away?!" He asked in mockery.


    Samael ignored the taunts and ran after the caravan.


    Jack brandished his weapon, kicking the ground hard as he chased after the boy.


    The slaver breezed through the wind, easily catching up to Samael before he could open the caravan.


    Jack slammed his palm upon Samael''s nape, pinning him against the wooden caravan.


    Samael could feel the searing pain of the splintered surface brushing against his skin. Yet, a wide smirk slithered its way to his face.


    "Did you seriously try to open the caravan with your bare hands? You stupid little shit," Jack mocked, his whole face open in view for everyone to see. Samael''s eyes landed on the fleshy mess the slaver called a face. The butcher of the pale night warped in a laughing frenzy as he held his stomach.


    Samael weakly opened his mouth and spoke.


    "...I''ve won."


    The man wagged his head with a crooked smile. "You must be delusional. Did you think causing havoc in an attempt to escape will help you? Can''t you see your current... Situation...?" Jack''s eyes widened as he saw the shadow of the horses dancing under the lush glow of the flame.


    Samael''s lips quivered before showing his bloody teeth. His plan was never to escape, but to cause enough noise and wake up the slumbering horses. "Y-you fell for it..."


    The man jerked his head to the side and roared. "FUC¡ª!!". A hoof planted itself on his torso, followed by the loud shattering of bones and the muffled panic of the horses. The man''s screams drowned out the silence in the dark forest as his body bathed in the Illuminating light of the fire.


    The boy''s eyelids felt heavy. His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was faint. He sluggishly took out the dagger from his waist and repeatedly rammed the rusty iron lock. Over time, it chipped, and with one final hack, it gave out.


    Samael used the smooth iron bars as support. Slowly, he pried the door open and watched as the light of the flames crawled inside. In the corner, he saw a small figure scooped up, shivering. The silhouette was a girl, and her pale white horns had a subtle glow that paired well with her long black hair. Behind her were a pair of red wings that enveloped the girl''s body, along with her piercing red eyes and milky white skin. Small wounds were visible on her body, but there didn''t seem to be any permanent or fatal damage done to her.


    Samael weakly reached out to her. The girl trembled as she tried to sink deeper into the corner.


    "Go away!" She screamed with her trembling voice. This made Samael sigh in relief, and for the first time in ages, Samael smiled wholeheartedly.


    "Thank goodness... you''re okay," He muttered in a hushed tone before the darkness dawned upon him.


    ***


    The boy felt something cold caress his skin, like he was submerged in water.


    He couldn''t breathe, as if he was drowning.


    Yet when he opened his eyes, he saw the same camp and the same towering flames. Except¡ª he was alone. There were no sounds and no colors. Everything was black and dull.


    He felt lonely.


    He felt abandoned.


    He felt scared.


    Where am I? He wondered. His thoughts echoed throughout the place.


    Samael looked ahead and saw something. One of great importance to him. Yet, he lost a very long time ago.


    Those same familiar smiles and that same familiar gaze. He could never forget them.


    Samael took a step, followed by another, then more, until he was sprinting. But as if it were some cruel joke, he couldn''t catch them.


    Samael opened his mouth and strained. Yet no voice came out.


    Wait for me¡ªno! Come back! Please! He pleaded, but they only gave him a warm smile and a few simple words.


    "Your journey is not over yet, son. Be brave."


    "Never forget. We will always love you."


    Samael fell to his knees. His figure started to crumble away, like dust being swept away by the torrent of fate. A lone tear slid down his cheeks as he watched them leave for a second time. Strangely enough, he didn''t feel that same gut-wrenching pit of loneliness. Instead, he felt light and unbound; he felt something that he never thought could return¡ªhope.


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    Samael jolted awake, feeling his cheeks wet. Did I cry in my sleep? He asked himself. He felt like he just had the strangest dream ever, but it wasn''t a bad dream. Somehow, he felt like everything would be okay, like a boulder had been released from his shoulders.


    Then something blocked his vision.


    Something that has horns.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he tried to stand in panic, but his body felt boneless, and his arms were numb.


    He couldn''t help but laugh internally. So this is how I''m going to die? In the hands of a wild animal? He sighed and shut his eyes tightly. "Make it quick." He spoke.


    "Mhmm.." A gentle voice responded.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. Huh? Do wild animals release such sounds? Samael took a peek, and what he saw made him rethink whether he was awake.


    It was a girl with a horn!


    A demi-human? He wondered. Then he finally remembered the events of last night. It all came crashing down. Regret is like a river, it will drag you to its depths and drown you.


    The girl continued to stare at the boy as if examining some unique specimen. Her ruby eyes looked like they were piercing his soul.


    Samael payed no attention to her and checked his condition. He was astonished to see that the wounds were mostly gone. He didn''t know how, but the only evidence of what transpired last night were the scars etched on his skin.


    "Did you heal me?" Samael asked the girl.


    Can she even understand me? He wondered. The girl laid eyes to Samael, bringing along with her a suffocating silence.


    Is she unable to speak? Or is she deaf? The boy had so many questions. Yet there were no answers.


    After a few more minutes, the girl finally gave a reply.


    "Mhmm." She nodded without breaking eye contact.


    "Ahh... Thank you... Haha...ha." Samael released a mouthful of air. He hasn''t met anyone except the old mage, so this is very awkward for him. He didn''t know what to say, but after contemplating, he thought that maybe introducing himself was the best approach.


    The boy cleared his throat. "Uhh... So... My name is Samael. Nice to meet you." Samael raised his hand for a handshake.


    The girl looked at his hands with her eyebrow raised. "So... Uh... Can you tell me your name?"


    The girl shifted uncomfortably but introduced herself anyway.


    "Uhmm... My grandma said not to tell others my name, but it should be fine if it''s you," she mumbled, her words barely audible.


    For some reason, Samael couldn''t properly discern her whispers, even with his heightened senses.


    "My name is Lilith!" She shouted, which made Samael flinch.


    She was about to grab the boy''s hand when Samael retracted it, leaving her hanging. Lilith''s forehead creased, and her lips formed a pout. Seeing the misunderstanding arise, Samael knew he had to explain.


    He sighed. "My hands are... dirty," he said as he tensed his jaws. He has used this very hand to kill people, but he can''t bring himself to touch the girl with it. He was afraid he might stain her, but Lilith swiftly grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. Samael''s face contorted as he pulled his hand away. In the process of doing so, he accidentally pushed Lilith.


    The girl''s brows arched, and her eyes reddened. Samael immediately felt a stabbing pain in his chest.


    "I-I... you can''t touch me," he said.


    Tears started to build up in the girls'' eyes, threatening to fall any second. Seeing this, the boy sighed.


    "Listen, you should go your own way. I am not a good person, Lilith. I have killed many. I-I have committed acts worthy of a monster." He looked at his trembling hands, littered with scars and dried blood.


    The girl stopped crying. Now, Samael couldn''t bring himself to gaze at her. He felt the urge to just dig a hole and jump. This was a kid, for goodness sake!


    She probably thinks I''m a monster now. He bitterly thought but her response was the complete opposite.


    "It doesn''t matter," she said, her voice gentle and unfaltering. Samael looked at the girl with wide eyes.


    It doesn''t matter? What does she mean?


    Lilith lowered her gaze momentarily before meeting his. "My mother said that people won''t hesitate to fight for the people dear to them! So... Samael isn''t a monster!" She responded with a red face and tears falling from her eyes.


    Samael felt deaf. What Lilith said kept repeating in his mind like a broken recorder, and a memory of his came to light.


    "Dad! If killing is bad, then why do soldiers continue to do it?" A young Samael asked.


    "Listen, son. Killing is indeed bad¡ª."


    "See! Then are soldiers sinners?" The boy asked with flames burning in his eyes. The man simply chuckled and continued.


    "Killing can never be justified. But when your life is on the line and everyone you love is threatened, you will fight for them even if it means taking the life of your opponent."


    "Life is sacred, but killing will only be truly sinful if you choose to do it out of malice. Is it wrong to choose your survival over theirs? Is it wrong to protect those dear to you? No, they are not"


    Young Samael''s forehead creased.


    The man patted his head, ruffling his already disheveled hair. "The world is vast, my son. It is beautiful but dangerous at the same time. Some don''t deserve the gift of life, as they only use it to take others. They are easily swayed by their greed and emotions. Be smart, Samael."


    "I still don''t understand," the boy said as he looked down.


    "One day you will. One day."


    He flinched and held his cheeks, only to find them wet and marred with tears. He can''t believe that the words of a mere kid can make him feel this way. Make him feel so... relieved.


    The voices are gone. Samael smiled as he wiped his face dry. Lilith, on the other hand, panicked as she tried to console the boy.


    Samael gently pulled Lilith and enveloped her in his deep embrace.


    Lilith''s body stiffened, but she eventually, returned the hug.


    "Thank you, Lilith," Samael muttered.


    I finally understand what those words mean father. He thought.


    In this world, power reigns supreme. He won''t hesitate to take the lives of others if it means living another day.


    He won''t hesitate to kill if it means protecting everyone precious to him. It wasn''t about "sins" or what''s "right". It was about "survival."


    If he needs to become a monster to survive, to avoid the agonizing events of the past. Then he will become a monster.


    But he will be his monster.

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    Samael''s veins bulged as he dragged the motionless corpses of the slavers, leaving disturbed marks on the peaceful dirt.


    On the side, Lilith''s brows scrunched up, her mouth forming a pout. Samael forbade her from watching what he was going to do. Kids aren''t meant to see dead bodies, to begin with. Even he felt his stomach churn at the sight of their decomposing vessels. It was definitely not a pleasant scene or smell.


    "...Are you taking a poo, Samael?" Lilith asked out of nowhere, making the boy trip.


    Samael couldn''t help but shake his head, a smile plastered on his face. "Why do you say so?" The boy asked.


    "It smells bad, and you don''t want me to look..." The girl reasoned.


    "I''m not taking a poo, I''m just... doing some cleaning," Samael spoke after a brief halt. His tone bore an invisible weight.


    "Oh, okay!" The girl said, her tone high and full of spirit.


    Once the decomposing bodies were piled up, Samael took a deep breath as he inspected their bodies.


    His eyes squinted as his hands snaked around to avoid the maggots infesting their flesh. Needless to say, he didn''t get much out of them. Well, it''s not like they were rich to begin with. The best he found were some chipped knives, dried meat, a few water containers, and two pouches of gold.


    At least they had food and water. Samael was famished. His stomach felt like a bottomless pit of void. After all, he hasn''t eaten for days now.


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    Samael looked at Lilith with his brows raised. Her visage was beet red in hue, and her feathers were ruffled.


    It looks like he wasn''t the only one hungry.


    ***


    After their small feast. Samael was ready to depart, but an unexpected variable stopped him from doing so. Apparently, the girl didn''t know her way back.


    Samael glanced at the towering trees and the veil of shadow their lush leaves produced. The mere thought of being alone in such a place sent a shiver down his spine.


    The boy released a mouthful of air, deciding to take the girl with him. If he didn''t, she would follow him anyway. His conscience would probably kill him if he left her.


    "So here are the rules!" Samael declared, slamming his fist on his palm.


    The boy wanted to put some restrictions in place before they went. He didn''t want unnecessary trouble; this was also for her safety.


    "First, you will follow what I say, you will take orders from me and me alone, understand?" Samael said.


    The girl vigorously nodded in response, her hair flapping around cutely.


    "Second, when we are in grave danger, I need you to run and prioritize your safety, can we agree on that?." The boy followed, his hands making a ''two'' symbol.


    This time, Lilith vigorously wagged her head. Her small hands forming a fist, crumpling her pristine white dress.


    Samael released a frustrated sigh, shaking his head as he tried to explain but Lilith played deaf and jerked her head away, leaving the boy at a loss.


    "Fine, fine, I won''t press it anymore." Samael raised his hands and stepped back after Lilith started to sulk and ignore him.


    "How about this: In a scenario where I can''t protect you anymore, can you promise me that you will grant me my one wish?" The boy inquired while squatting, his piercing gaze focused solely to Lilith.


    Lilith''s ears visibly flinched as she murmured, her hushed voice drifting in the wind as it made its way to his ears. "What wish?"


    A mischievous glint played at Samael''s eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he bounced away. "That''s a secret for now."


    The girl pursed her lips forward, her cheeks inflated with a tint of red, but she agreed to the rest of the rules anyways.


    After his small conference, he came up to Lilith and handed her a dagger.


    "What is this for?" She asked, her pale hands grasping the ragged handle of the weapon, inspecting it with curiousity.


    Samael sighed and guided her hand, tucking it tight on her waist. "I gave you that dagger so you can protect yourself. If there are many enemies, I can''t always be there to protect you." He stated, his piercing gaze focused solely on Lilith.


    Lilith''s eyes travelled and landed at the knife, she understood what the boy meant. This wasn''t some fun picnic in the park, this was a forest in the middle of, god knows, where. Countless dangers lurk in the shadows of these trees, waiting to mangle them. Not to mention, but they were just kids too. Now, if Samael is being honest, their chances of getting out of here safely are slim to none. That''s why he is so strict about everything.


    "We will go soon, so if you have to finish anything, do it now." The boy announced.


    Lilith tore her bag open, checking if everything is in place before giving Samael the thumbs up.


    The boy nodded in response, his gaze nesting at the impenetrable forest at the distance.


    "Let''s go," he said, taking a step forward. His foot stirring the dust. Lilith stood close as the the lush forest entrance loomed closer by the second.


    Samael was halfway through when Lilith lunged and wrapped her fingers to his. Her hands cold as they trembled. Samael shot a quick look, tightening his grip. The warmth of their palms intertwined, encasing her in its comfort and easing the tension as they pushed through the thick veil of leaves.


    Samael''s eyes darted around, carefully scanning his surroundings when he caught glimpse of odd markings on the ground.


    Multiple shoe marks and wavy lines etched themselves in the earth, trailing off to the distance.


    Are these marks left behind by the slavers? Samael asked himself, his eyes slowly shifting upwards.


    The sky has been clear lately, devoid of dark heavy clouds. So he thought that the tracks should''ve remained intact with the absence of rain.


    Samael made his way to the pale etchings on the dirt. Lilith''s forehead creased, but seeing the boy''s laser focus, she decided not to bother him for now.


    Samael went down to his knees, his calloused fingers gently hovered above the dusty earth. His movements slow and his breathing still as he traced the general direction of the etchings.


    Towards the direction of the rising sun.


    The boy rose up, dusted himself, and faced Lilith. "I have some good news". Lilith''s eyes shone bright as she leaned closer, waiting for the revelation.


    "The good news is: I found out the general direction of where they came from. If we stay true to this path, it might just lead us close to your home." Samael said.


    "Really?!" Lilith''s hair fluttered wildly as she hopped around happily. Her melodic laugh dancing with the wind.


    Samael chuckled as he watched the girl. "Come on, we want to cover as much distance as possible before night falls."


    The boy grasped the girl''s hand. Intertwining their fingers in a lock. Unbeknownst to him, Lilith''s visage turned beet red at this gesture. She wasn''t really conscious of it earlier since she was scared, but now...


    The girl released a small giggle as she hurried her pace to match Samael''s.


    Together, they traversed the dangerous crimson forest. Luckily, the path those men took wasn''t complicated. Otherwise, they would''ve lost their way 10 times by now.


    None of them knew how to survive in such an environment, nor did they know how to read directions. The only thing leading them was the direction of the sun. Speaking of which, that same sun is also starting to fade from the horizon.


    Time ticked by in a heartbeat. The warm touch of the sun was soon shrouded by the blistering cold of the night.


    This won''t do. Samael knew that climbing a tree was a no-go. If he did, Lilith would be left behind. He also doubts that she has the strength to go up a tree.


    His eyes relentlessly scanned his vicinity in search for something¡ªanything that can help them.


    That... that could work... His complexion brightened as an idea took shape in his mind.


    He pulled Lilith close as he sprinted, holding her tight as he jumped and descended down a dark hole.


    The crimson trees stood towering in height, hiding between their tree roots is also an option. Although he had to take care of some bug issues, he had to act swiftly just to keep Lilith from screaming in fear of the insects.


    Once that problem was out of the way, he hurriedly approached the entrance hole, hastily covering it with bushes and leaves. It wasn''t the best, but it was all they got. Hopefully, it will safeguard them for the night.


    Lilith sat in the corner, her head stooping down every once in a while. "You should sleep." Samael said.


    Lilith rubbed her eyes as she replied. "How about you?"


    Samael observed the dark circles under her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile. "Don''t worry about me. I''ll stand guard for the night, so go and rest."


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    The girl, still unwilling, asked a question. "Why can''t we both sleep?"


    Samael leaned back. "As you can see, there isn''t much space for both of us to sleep." The boy laughed wryly, patting the narrow dirt walls.


    The girl played with her fingers and shifted around her seat. "Uhm. If you want, we can share..." She muttered in a hush tone. Even with Samael''s absurd hearing capabilities, he couldn''t make sense of what she was mumbling.


    "Huh?" His brows furrowed.


    Lilith flinched and hastily tucked herself. "It''s nothing! Goodnight!"


    Samael''s forehead creased, he opened his mouth, but chose to just forget about it. Instead, he focused on his watch.


    As the moon went on its graceful parade, the usual howling and growls of monsters shrouded the land. Samael tried his best to stay vigilant, but fatigue gradually ate its way through him. The lids of his eyes slowly swayed under the guiding dance of sleep.


    When the light of day washed the darkness away, Samael''s eyes scrunched up as he''s greeted by its Illuminating glow. He looked at the familiar dirt ceiling and had one though running in his mind. I didn''t dream of "that"? Often when he sleeps, he would be confronted with his nightmarish past. Fragments of them often rain down on him, leaving him with cuts and in torment. Yet there was nothing this time.


    Was I that tired? He wondered. Unfortunately, his train of thoughts was cut short when he noticed something amiss.


    Wait a minute... The boy''s eyes widened as he sat up in haste. "Lilith?!" He shouted, his voice bouncing off the narrow walls of the hole.


    Panic crept on Samael as he hurriedly brushed the bushes aside, the blinding ray of light temporarily disorienting him.


    However, his worries were for naught as he heard the melodic laugh of the little girl.


    "Lilith?" He asked once more, his voice echoing in the thick forest. The boy perked his ears and sniffed the source of the sound leading him to a breath taking sight.


    Lilith danced around, her wings fluttering against the wind and her mesmerising red eyes shining with brilliance. Her figure bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, as she played with the butterflies by the side of a beautiful blue pond. Its surface gleamed under the sun''s embrace, as it released a soft tantalising glow.


    A variety of different colorful flowers nestled at the side. Some had long petals that had their tips dipping on the aqua blue water, while others had long slender vines rooted strongly on the ground.


    Lilith''s chuckles swirled in the air as she ran around. She didn''t even notice Samael''s presence until one of the butterflies landed on his head.


    "Samael!" The girl called out. She ran up to him with hurried steps.


    Samael released a relieved breath, shaking his head internally at the roller coaster of emotions this girl has been putting him in.


    The boy gently held her shoulders, pulling her close. "I was worried for a second, I thought some wild animal got you. Don''t go without telling me, understand?"


    The girl nodded in response as a red hue soaked her cheeks.


    Samael switched his attention on the shimmering pond. Lucky. They could take a bath here and also gather drinking water. One of their biggest problems is solved for now.


    Samael made his way to the pond and took out their water containers, filling them to the brim. Afterwards, he removed his clothes and took a dip. He seized the chance while the girl was too busy. He scrubbed off the grime and blood from his skin. Washing his clothes in the process.


    As expected, some of my wounds are gone. The boy concluded after examining his body. Now that he was clean and tidy, he could clearly see the effects of Lilith''s healing.


    Samael felt crestfallen, though. Lilith is probably the same age as him, yet, she can already utilize such amazing powers. Look at him: he''s affinity less and weak. This world is truly unfair.


    Samael laid his head down, allowing himself to submerge on the cool water. He took a deep breath, letting go of his worries.


    Now that I think about it, where did all our offerings go? A wave of bitterness licked him. His family were devout believers. A day won''t pass without them offering something on the pristine white altar. Whether it be gold, jewels, or food, They would give it in hopes of peace and as an investment. Samael''s parents did all of that so that their only son could be given great blessings when his great day came.


    His jaw muscles clenched and his hands balled into a fist. Lies, all of them


    Instead of getting blessings, they were given a curse. Samael could still vividly see how his life withered and turned into ash. Those flames, those screams, and those monsters... He could still remember their fancy white clothes with their fancy gold embroidery, how they were stained by the blood of his friends and family. Their sneers and provocation as they took everything from him¡ª


    Wait... white clothes..? Samael bolted up from his bath, eyes wide and his breathing picking pace. He might be overreacting, but white clothes with gold embroidery... The boy watched his reflection on the water, yet his eyes looked as if they were seeing what''s beyond. He tried to recall even the smallest details of that night.


    Then he morphed into a laughing frenzy. "Hahahaha... You''ve got to be kidding me..." He exclaimed, drawing the attention of the girl.


    "Samael?" Lilith called out as she made her way to the boy.


    Samael felt dizzy, and the world around him was spinning.


    It can''t be, right? His body shook uncontrollably while his mind ran in full gear. But, They¡ª, We¡ªWe gave them all! The boy held his head, the laugh of those maniacs echoing deep in his mind.


    We trusted them...! Believed them!!! He felt suffocated.


    Did my family die for nothing?! The weight of the world pressed upon him, dragging him towards an endless abyss of desperation.


    But as he was about to succumb to his emotions, a small hand reached out to him. Embracing him tight on its protective embrace. Her eyes full of hope appeared as a beacon for him... A light of hope in his Tarnished world.


    Samael broke like a thin glass, tears welled up and slithered down his face. His quiet sobs testament that he''s been too strong for far too long.


    "Stop, Samael. You''re hurting yourself." Lilith said, tears threatening to fall from her cheeks. This snapped the boy back to reality as he felt the searing pain of his nails embedded deep in his palms. Blood staining his calloused hands.


    He felt the warmth of Lilith''s worry. Her hug that revealed nothing but care and affection. Something he knew little. A priceless privilege he was deprived off. Robbed of. To him, it was the most refreshing thing he ever felt. It was the drop of water in the blistering dessert.


    He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be weak for once. He has been trying too hard, far too hard.


    Yes... I''m not alone anymore...


    The boy patted the girl''s head as he rose to his feet. Yes, he was angry. Yes, he was devastated. But there will be time for that. He has fought alone for so long that it has made him forgetful of those that truly mattered. Blind rage would never do him good. Instead, he will turn it into fuel that will push him to be better.


    Maybe one day. But not today. Samael consoled the girl before shooing her away. He was still naked, you know.


    After that small incident, Samael finished taking a bath and stood guard. Lilith wanted to dip as well, so he had no choice but to keep watch.


    He sat down on a tree root and watched as the leaves continued to fall. Time was passing by quickly. His preparations for the upcoming winter is yet to be finished. They need to hurry up their pace and find Lilith''s homeland quickly.


    ***


    When Lilith finished taking a bath, Samael was struck silent by her appearance. Her white skin had a soft glow, and she looked almost divine. It was quite ironic for someone with horns.


    "Who would''ve thought you could look good?" He teased the girl. Lilith pouted before releasing a cute "hmph!" Her smile clearly visible.


    Samael looked up and measured the position of the sun. It should be near noon. He deduced.


    "Are you finished?" He asked the girl. Lilith gave an energetic nod. Clearly, she liked the feeling of being clean.


    "Okay, let''s go." The two continued their journey once more. As usual, Lilith followed closely behind.


    Earlier, while waiting for the girl, Samael checked their rations. Sadly, there wasn''t much left. It could last them a few days at best, but that''s it. After that, the food crisis is back. Samael racked his brains for solutions earlier and came up with an idea. Hunting, if he''s lucky enough, he might just encounter small animals that he can catch and cook. That is, if there are small animals here.


    The two continued in the direction of the rising sun. They would occasionally take stops since Lilith wasn''t used to walking such long distances.


    To pass time, they would often discuss their lives with each other and tell stories about their lives. Well, mostly it was Lilith. Samael didn''t have much to say. His past wasn''t by any means fun.


    "Your grandmother is that strong?" Samael asked in bewilderment, his eyes wide in curiousity.


    Lilith had just told him how her grandmother conquered monsters without fear in her eyes. The way Lilith told the story made it appeared as though her grandma was a hero of the olden days.


    "Yes! So you see, she told me she could beat Stains...? Spies...? huh..." Lilith rubbed her temples gently, a frown etching lines in her visage.


    Eventually, her expression beamed once more as she continued. "Saints! She said she could easily beat saints like how she squash those scary bugs!"


    Samael''s gaze glimmered, his head filled with scenery of a woman gliding across the skies easily taking down one foe after the other. Yet, his smile hung a little low.


    Such fantasies used to dance in his head back when he had a home. But now, they felt out of his reach. Far and unattainable. A mere fleeting dream.


    Deciding to not ruin the mood, Samael forced out a smile.


    "What power does your grandma have?" Samael asked.


    Lilith held her chin, her eyes shifting upwards as her gaze got lost in contemplation.


    "I dunno!" The girl responded with a heavy sigh, her shoulders shrugging.


    Samael couldn''t help but chuckle at Lilith''s innocence.


    "So you''ll tell me a story but you don''t even know your grandmother''s powers? Are you sure you''re not tricking me?" Samael teased with a mischievous grin plastered in his face.


    Lilith''s lips formed a pout. "Hmph! I''m not lying! I''m telling you my grandmother is awesome!" She argued, her cheeks flushed red.


    "Yeah yeah," Samael waves off, further fueling the girls annoyance.


    "Believe me!" Lilith insisted.


    Their bickering went back and forth, filling the forest with their laughter and joy. It was a rare commodity, at least for Samael. But one he welcomes with his whole heart.


    After their rest, they would move onwards again, as Samael intended. His priority was to find food and cover as much land as possible.


    Over time, their bond slowly solidified. Samael learned a few things about the mysterious girl.


    He once asked her. "So what are you really, Lilith?" He had never seen a demi-human before, so he wasn''t sure if his guess was right.


    The girl avoided his gaze and played with her fingers. "If I tell you... can you promise not to be scared of me?" She asked for reassurance.


    "I promise!" Samael raised his hands and did a salute.


    Lilith met Samael''s gaze and replied. "Lilith is a demon." She said in a low tone. Her body tensed as she waited for his response.


    "You''re a demon?!" The boy roared. Lilith flinched as she waited in anticipation.


    "That''s so cool! But man, my guess is wrong. I thought you were beast kin at first," Samael''s voice contained a hint of suprise and reverence.


    His father once gave him a book about people who have harnessed the powers of the animals surrounding them, giving them more power compared to mundane humans.


    Lilith stared at the boy with wide eyes, her jaw slightly agape. She once met humans when her grandmother took her out.


    They hated her and her grandmother for being demons. They said bad things like, "You foul creatures of the night! Begone!" And things like, "You sinful scum!" It left a scar in her heart and made her fear what others might think of her. Samael''s reaction was a breath of fresh air for her.


    "Samael is weird," She muttered. Lilith felt her cheeks burn and her tail swiveled in a hypnotic rhythm. Her smile radiating joy.


    "Is that so?" Samael said, scratching his cheek, a wide grin plastered on his face.


    Eventually, their friendship blossomed and bloomed. In a world where they only have each other, who can they rely on except themselves?


    They got closer and closer until they could discuss without restrictions. Talk without restraints and enjoy what life offers them.


    However, there was one topic they usually avoided. Talks about their past. Samael never really opened up about his past. So he didn''t ask for Lilith''s either. What matters is not who they were, but who they are now and who they could be.


    "Goodnight Lilith," Samael said as he comfortably snuggled close to her.


    "Goodnight Samael..." The girl whispered back, her wings slowly enveloping Samael in their loving embrace.


    ???


    ??


    ???


    Samael ran in haste as he chased after a small white creature. He lunged forward as he brought his knife down. The creature fluidly bent its body down, making the boy miss by an inch.


    Damn!


    He hurriedly picked himself up before going after it once more. This time, he ran in a circle to intercept the creature.


    Last chance! He dashed at full speed, halted and whipped his arms in an arc. On cue, the beast jumped out, a steel knife reflected in its crimson eyes.


    SPURT!


    Blood drops spilled everywhere while Samael wiped his knife dry. His chest weaved chaotically before he took the severed body of the creature. Upon closer inspection, it was a white bunny with multiple red eyes and a shiny horn.


    The boy brought the body back to their camp, where Lilith sat in waiting. The bright flames of the bonfire matched well with the soft glow of the little demoness.


    When Lilith saw Samael, she beamed and called for him. "Samael!"


    Once the boy got close enough, he put down the dead rabbit and sat down in exhaustion.


    "Rabbits again?" Lilith pursed her lips forward and creased her forehead.


    "Why? You don''t want it?" The boy wondered.


    "It''s just that they look so pitiful." The girl responded.


    "I know, but we need to eat to survive as well." Samael reasoned.


    "I know..." Lilith''s voice faded in the air. "But they also don''t taste good..." She muttered.


    The boy held his chin before he gave a reply. "Maybe it''s not cooked well enough? How about we let it sit under the fire a little longer?"


    Together, they ate the rabbit while Lilith told stories from the books she read.


    "It''s bad." The small girl giggled while wiping the oil on her mouth.


    "Yea." Samael agreed after taking a bite.


    "It tastes like blood, maybe I should drain it next time," The boy said. This was his third time hunting, and every time it will have that same metallic taste to it.


    The duo enjoyed their food as they basked in the warm heat of the bonfire. Enjoying the little peace they have.

 CH5.1-Tears.

    Two silhouettes walked barefoot in the blood-red, crimson forest, accompanied by Samael''s hum reverberating in the air.


    "What are you humming to Samael?" Lilith asked, curiousity lingering in her ruby-red pupils.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the little demoness. "It''s a song my parents used to sing me," he replied.


    "How nice..." Lilith muttered, her visage dimming down.


    "How about you? How are your parents?" Samael asked.


    Lilith fell into deep silence.


    "Grandmother said they went to a place far away to protect me," she answered before storming away.


    A slight frown made its way towards Samael''s face as he inched closer towards Lilith.


    "Is something wrong...?" Samael asked, a tint of worry evident in his tone.


    "It''s... It''s nothing!" Lilith replied as she forced a smile out, failing horribly so.


    Samael''s frown deepened. Did he perhaps touch on a sensitive topic?


    "Are you really okay?" Samael asked once more as he halted his steps, his gaze fixed at Lilith''s back.


    It felt as though she was so distant, so far out of reach.


    Without sparing a glance back, Lilith responded. "I am okay; I''m not lying. Lilith will never be bad."


    Samael''s eyes narrowed, a smudge of confusion hinting at his eyes.


    "Lilith...?" he asked, unsure of what to do next.


    Taking a step closer, Lilith suddenly spoke.


    "I said I''m fine!" She screamed, startling Samael back.


    "What is the problem?" Samael asked.


    "Did I do something wrong?" he continued.


    "It''s nothing," Lilith insisted, her small, pale arms trembling.


    "Lilith, look at me," Samael said.


    Lilith''s hands clenched to a fist. "Let''s go; I''m okay. You don''t have to worry about anything," she dismissed.


    "I won''t understand if you don''t tell me!" Samael burst, a sense of betrayal lingering in his heart. An emotion he loathes with all his being.


    "You won''t understand!" Lilith shouted back, further fueling Samael''s anger and sadness.


    "Then tell me! I''m your friend!" Samael said.


    Lilith jerked her head back, revealing to Samael the mess she was in.


    Samael''s breath hitched, his eyes quivering as he gazed at the tears meandering down Lilith''s cheeks.


    "Why do you keep asking?! Even if I tell you, it won''t matter!" She bellowed.


    Samael gritted his teeth. "Why? Why won''t it matter?" he asked, his voice shaky.


    Lilith shut her mouth tight, refusing to utter a single word as she stormed away. However, Samael''s hand swiftly grasped her wrist, stopping her in place.


    "Lilith, wait¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short as Lilith ripped her arm away, pushing Samael down the ground.


    Samael couldn''t help but stare at Lilith with shock, his eyes wide along with pain glimmering off of them.


    Lilith refused to look at Samael, instead focusing her gaze on the ground.


    "Is it because of my song? Is it because I asked you about your parents?" He asked, his tone hungry for answers.


    Lilith remained silent, her lustrous black hair hiding her eyes.


    "Am I not your friend...?" Samael asked one last time.


    Lilith''s body trembled as she jerked her head towards Samael.


    "YOU WOULDN''T UNDERSTAND!" She roared.


    Samael recoiled back. Lilith looked so... Angry... In pain.


    "Grandmother always says mom and dad left to protect me! But I know it''s all a lie!" She said, her sobs leaving hushed trails of echoes in the air.


    "The grownups are all the same! They say mother and father had to go away in order to ensure my safety, but Lilith isn''t stupid!" She said.


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    "The other kids told me the truth! That mom and dad left me behind because I was a monster! Because I was unwanted!" She resumed, her figure breaking apart like shattered glass.


    Samael felt his heart ache. He never wanted to make Lilith feel this way. He never wanted her to feel so much pain.


    "No. They''re the ones lying!" Samael answered back.


    "Your mom and dad wouldn''t have left you because of that. They''re the ones that gave life to you, and my mother said that our parents are the ones that feel the most love for us!" Samael retorted.


    "Whatever they did, they did for you¡ªto give you a life without danger!" Samael said.


    However, Lilith''s rage was only further strengthened.


    "HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?!" She exploded.


    "UNLIKE YOU, MY MOM AND DAD LEFT ME! ABANDONED ME!" She said.


    "YOU WOULDN''T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU HAVE A FAMILY WAITING FOR YOU!" She roared.


    "YOU''RE ALL THE SAME; SAMAEL IS A LIAR!" She uttered.


    Samael felt his hearing go deaf. He couldn''t help but grasp his chest; a sharp stabbing pain torturing his heart.


    How could Lilith say that?


    Samael''s gaze fell down.


    That''s right. He never really told her.


    His past.


    His pain.


    All the things he went through.


    all the things he lost.


    After all, why would he?


    It wasn''t her fault, but it was painful. It is way too painful to ignore.


    She was his only friend. The only family he has left. Yet her words were the most painful.


    Samael slowly shifted his gaze toward Lilith.


    Staring at Samael, the little demoness couldn''t help but feel her heart drop at how much pain Samael''s gaze exuded. How much longing and sadness his pupils showed.


    Lilith''s hearts went to a halt as a single tear slithered down Samael''s cheeks as he spoke.


    "How I wish that were true."


    "How I wish I still had a family waiting for me in a place I could call home. After all, who wouldn''t want that?"


    Lilith felt her heart shatter into pieces. She felt the world stop along with the realization...


    Samael was like her. Perhaps worst.


    She still had a grandmother. A person she can call family. A person who cares for her. But Samael...


    Samael was all alone.


    Lilith felt the urge to hurt herself. To apologize for all the things she said. But after all she said, after all she did, how can she?


    So she ran.


    Lowering her gaze, Lilith sprinted away, shame devouring her heart. Her anger for herself taking root deep within her heart.


    Samael hastily rose to his feet as he reached out for Lilith, but to no avail.


    "Lilith..." Samael muttered under his breath, yet his hand hanged in the air.


    The look of pain Lilith showed played like a broken reminder in his head. Torturing him endlessly.


    He wanted to run after her. To console her. To apologize. But he was the cause of her outburst.


    He was the cause of all this mess.


    He hurt her.


    Samael lowered his arm as he slumped down, leaning off a tree as he stared at the ground mindlessly.


    Like always, everyone around him was hurt.


    ***


    As time went on, the sun slowly set off the horizon, painting the sky dark as the light slowly faded away.


    Samael wanted to give Lilith space. He wanted to give her time to heal. However, his worry slowly ate through him.


    Fear slowly took hold of his thoughts.


    What if Lilith were to encounter a monster?


    What if she loses her way?


    What if something bad happens to her?


    He won''t be able to forgive himself.


    Swallowing the shame and guilt he felt, Samael slowly trailed Lilith into the forest. Each step he took felt heavier than the last.


    His heart pounded hard in his chest, emotions wreaking havoc in him.


    Eventually, Samael finally smelled that familiar scent of flowers. However, he could also feel the sadness brewing in the air.


    Samael''s grip tightened, his knuckles morphing pale.


    Gathering his courage, Samael spoke, breaking the silence engulfing the forest.


    "Lilith."


    Samael paused for a brief moment, carefully measuring his next words.


    "Earlier, I just wanted to say..." Samael took a sharp breath.


    "I''m sorry." He apologized.


    "I''m sorry for saying all those things and for shouting at you," Samael said.


    "I know you''re angry. I understand you''re in pain. But I want you to understand..." Samael halted his words.


    "Like what you said to me, you''re not a monster. You will never be a monster for feeling pain. Never," Samael clarified.


    "Don''t listen to what others say. They don''t know you or what you went through. They don''t know how kind you are or how beautiful and caring you can be," Samael resumed.


    "To me, you''ll always be Lilith." Samael fell silent, waiting for any response. Yet, none came.


    With a sigh, Samael spoke for the last time. "You can come back anytime; I''ll be waiting for you... Always. But please be careful."


    With that, Samael decided to go back when he heard a familiar voice. One so sweet and melodic call out to him with a tone containing a hundred emotions.


    "Samael...!" Lilith said, her arms reaching out for him.


    Without hesitation, Samael ran towards the little demoness sitting in the middle of the forest. Tears riddled her cheeks, and her eyes flushed red under hours of nonstop crying.


    Samael felt his heart ache in pain. He knew he had to atone for his sins, but Lilith needed him now more than ever.


    Samael lunged forward, enveloping Lilith in his protective, loving embrace.


    Samael held the little demon''s head, tightly clinging to her as he muttered repeatedly. "I''m sorry..."


    Lilith tightly held Samael''s clothes, her wings shrouding the boy as she spoke with a tone full of regret. Tears streamed down her chin.


    "I''m sorry, Samael! I didn''t know! I didn''t mean what I said!" She said.


    "Please don''t hate me. Don''t leave me..." She begged in a hushed tone, her voice coarse under all the crying she underwent.


    Samael tightened his embrace even further, his hand caressing Lilith''s hair.


    "Hush... Hush... Don''t cry anymore. I''m here. I will never leave you behind." Samael consoled her.


    The little demoness kept crying for minutes. Samael did his best to console her and make her feel safe.


    His embrace not faltering for even a single moment.


    At that moment, he knew that he would do everything in his power just to see her bright smile once more. To witness her laugh cheerfully once again.


    Slowly, Lilith''s sobs began to ceast. The two were left with nothing but the unfaltering silence engulfing the crimson forest and the heat of their bodies.


    Samael couldn''t help but sigh in relief. Lilith had finally stopped crying. However, he felt her shift under his touch.


    "...Samael," Lilith called out.


    Samael remained silent for a few moments before replying. "Don''t say anything; I understand."


    Lilith''s grip tightened as she snuggled closer. Sensing this, a small smile made its way to Samael''s visage.


    "Can you promise me one thing?" Samael asked.


    Lilith''s gaze shifted upwards, meeting Samael eye-to-eye.


    "Can you promise that you will never keep anything from me as I will to you?" Samael asked.


    Lilith''s ruby-red eyes blinked once as she gave a small nod.


    "I promise," she softly said before burying her face in Samael''s chest.


    Like that, their bond grew stronger once more, for they knew that in this cruel world, they still had each other.


    As the night went on, the two slowly fell in the melodic hum of sleep.


    ...

 CH6-A blood bound promise

    RUMBLE... RUMBLE...


    Heavy droplets poured down, accompanied by loud streaks of thunderclaps that left incandescent gashes on the gloomy sky. Due to this, Lilith and Samael were forced to take shelter in a nearby cave.


    Lilith huddled at the corner of the cave, shivering as she hugged herself. Their clothes drenched and heavy after they got caught in the sudden downpour. Unfortunately, they didn''t have any spare clothing, so their only choice was to either take off their wear or tank the cold.


    It looks like it won''t stop any time soon. Samael observed the wild thrashing of the rain. The cold didn''t bother him as much as Lilith. Let''s just say he built some form of "resistance" against it. Still, the boy couldn''t help but feel pity for the girl. At this rate, she might get a cold, and that is never good. It will slow down their progress, and they don''t have the means of treatment for such an illness.


    Samael held the ragged texture of his shirt, twisting it every so often until there was barely any drop available. Afterwards, he gave them to Lilith.


    "Here, wear it on top of your clothes," he suggested.


    The girl looked at the clothes, unmoving. Her forehead creased and lips forming a pout.


    "Don''t worry, I''ll be fine." He reassured, a gentle smile plastered on his face.


    Still, she didn''t take the offer. Instead, she opened her arms and jerked her head away.


    Samael''s forehead creased and his brow furrowed. He didn''t understand what Lilith wanted, but he followed his instincts and embraced the girl. Not noticing her beet red visage.


    Awkward silence engulfed the cave, but eventually, their heat enveloped each other, and they started to release their tensed shoulders, allowing themselves to relax.


    The girl silently moved her wings and wrapped Samael in their gentle touch. Together, they enjoyed each other''s warmth and waited for the storm to pass.


    ***


    When the raging clouds finally faded, the duo went on as planned. They traversed the forest with a lot more ease than before. By now, they''ve already spent nearly a month in this forest together.


    The trees are nearly bald and the wind brought a chill to his spine. Samael can''t help but feel a little uneasy for the upcoming season. It would''ve been fine if he was alone, but now that Lilith is with him, things are a lot harder.


    Food problems were his biggest concern. As far as the boy knew, animals usually sleep during this time period. meaning there will be a scarcity of resources, and the lack of food will greatly slow their progress.


    He made sure to keep track of the date, and if his estimations are correct, then in a few days they will officially enter the winter months.


    "...Samael?" Lilith broke the boy from his stupor.


    I got lost in my thoughts again. He shook his head and glanced at the girl.


    Lilith''s head dipped low, her hands clasped together as she fiddled with her fingers.


    Samael''s brows raised. "Is there something wrong?" He inquired, his worried tone betraying his calm visage.


    "Oh, uhm, it''s nothing. It''s just that you looked worried for a moment." Her tone hushed and unsure.


    A gentle smile tugged at his lips. "It was nothing... I was just thinking that it might snow soon."


    The girl''s expression beamed as she heard the word snow, a wide smile finding its way to her face. Meanwhile, Samael stood up and approached the rabbit carcasses nesting near the bonfire.


    This was just part of their preparation for the upcoming winter. These rabbits have thick fur, so they were perfect for snow wear.


    Gathering these materials took quite some time, though. To compensate, he had to increase the frequency of his hunts to quickly finish this little project he started. He made sure to not waste anything. He would either eat or store the meat. Then he would skin the rabbits for their fur and dry them beside the bonfire. He had to repeat this multiple times until he has enough for a coat.


    "Lilith, can you hand me some of the glue?" Samael asked the girl.


    Lilith came up to Samael with a bunch of white flowers nesting on her arms. They had long elongated white petals that intertwined together, looking like a spiral staircase.


    This journey of theirs taught them many things. One of which was that some flowers had quite handy effects. This one in particular, when crushed, releases a gooey colourless substance that acts as a very strong glue. How did they discover it? Let''s just say a certain someone played a little too much and got her hands stuck on one of these.


    However, there were some restrictions when interacting with these plants. Samael was smart enough to know that some of these are probably highly toxic. So he made sure to take extra precautions when dealing with these flowers. Needless to say, his cautiousness saved him quite a few times.


    They discovered a very dazzling flower once, but the moment a stray mice touched it, the poor creature convulsed before exploding into a mess of blood and gore. Lilith still gets nightmares about it sometimes. Ever since then, this sort of job has been for the boy alone.


    As for Lilith, she also learned a few things along the way. She discovered how to use her power to filter meat or water. This saved them quite a bit of effort since the meat usually lasts longer with her preservation magic of some sort.


    When asked about it, she usually answers that she doesn''t know what her affinity is. All she understands is that her grandma taught her skills, but not general knowledge of what element she holds.


    Samael has a few guesses on what kind of affinity she might hold, but right now the evidence he holds is still insufficient. Aside from that, Lilith also grew mentally and emotionally. The girl used to hate it when Samael killed the poor rabbits, but she eventually got used to it. Not that she liked doing it, though.


    Needless to say, this adventure of theirs has proved to be very educational and insightful. It helped them grow in many ways. Perhaps it was the constant dangers in their lives that pushed them to be better, to adapt, and to overcome.


    Samael brought his hand close to his forehead, wiping the beads of sweat hugging his skin.


    He took a flat stone from the ground and carefully placed the flower in the middle, applying just enough pressure. A colourless, slimy substance oozed out, which he made it drip into a huge leaf. Afterwards, he used a stick to spread them to certain parts of the carcass before sticking them together. It wasn''t the best, but it was honest work. Once he is finished, Samael will leave it to dry.


    Quickly, the days passed by, and the first snow flake danced in the sky before landing gracefully in the dirt.


    Winter has finally arrived.


    "Samael! Samael!" Lilith ran as fast as she can while wearing the biggest smile he has ever seen.


    Samael chuckled as he watched the energy-filled Lilith. "What''s got you so riled up?" He asked, his brows raised.


    "Look!" She pointed upwards where snow began to fall in a slow but calming manner.


    It''s here... Samael rose to his feet and took a whiff of the winter air, the chill circulated in his lungs and formed a small mist upon release. He carefully took out something from his bag and called the attention of the girl. "Come here, Lilith." He beckoned.


    When the girl arrived, he handed her the neatly folded jacket. He has been planning on doing this for quite some time now. He just needed the perfect opportunity to give this small present, and winter was the perfect alibi.


    Lilith, taken a back, blinked a couple times. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took her time to examine the present. She carefully unfolded it, and her eyes sparkled in interest. It was the coat Samael made. It was white in color, and its soft texture as it brushed on her fingers. It also matched the girl''s size as if it were made for her. Well, it was made for her.


    A smile found its way to his face after seeing the shine in the girl''s eyes. He released a silent chuckle. "That''s yours now. Consider it my gift."


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    Lilith looked at Samael in awe as she sniffed, tears threatening to fall off. She has never received a genuine gift from kids her age. She knew that this coat was the product of Samael''s hard work. How can she not appreciate it? This meant a lot to her.


    Lilith lunged at the boy, embracing him tightly as she buried her face on his chest.


    "Oof! Hey, be careful! You might crush me!" Samael said jokingly: The two erupted in laughter.


    "Uhmm... But I don''t have anything for you." Lilith murmured, realising how unprepared she is.


    Samael gently ran his hand on her hair and showed her a wide smile. "It''s okay, I gave you that gift because I wanted to."


    Seeing Samael''s smile, Lilith felt her breath hitch. She held her chest as a red tinge stained her cheeks. Her heart galloped, and for a moment, she felt blissful. This gift was for her and hers alone. It was special.


    She shyly nodded, which made Samael laugh. Sometimes Lilith can be really cute. He thought before taking out another coat. "With this... We''re a pair now!"


    Lilith grasped her coat in happiness. It was truly special.


    As the winter went on, the calm parade of snow was trampled by the raging winds. The weather gradually got worse, and the snow got thicker by the minute. Traveling became less of a priority for Samael. Especially in such a dreadful landscape. The moment they step out, they will sink down and be buried on ice, literally.


    The winter here was far worse than what Samael could''ve ever imagined. In a span of a few days, the whole forest was left in ruins, turned into an malevolent wasteland of ice and snow. They even saw a few monsters who were unable to find cover in time, frozen in place. As if forgotten by time itself.


    It was suicidal to even think of going out. They could only blame Mother Nature and sit tight. The most logical action was to wait for the weather to calm down, then continue moving. Fortunately, there are times when the blizzard is mild and he can go out to hunt.


    Luckily for the two, they managed to find a decent-sized cave. It will serve as their temporary abode¡ª at least until the blizzard subsides.


    Samael and Lilith huddled near the bonfire, basking in its warmth. Its luminous light radiated through the walls, illuminating the cold, empty darkness.


    Lilith played with her shadow and made different figures. "This one is a duck!" She proudly said. Her giggles bouncing on the sturdy cave walls.


    "That looks like a dog." Samael teased, his taunts morphing into a laugh. Lilith pouted after hearing his jokes and decided to change the game.


    "Samael, can you tell me a story?" She asked. The boy was stumped silent as he gazed at the radiant flames. He was unsure of what to do or what to say. Perhaps, he just had nothing to say.


    He closed his eyes, diving deep in his thoughts.


    There is one.


    He positioned himself beside the girl. Samael leaned back and reminisced. There was a time in his life when he used to ask his parents for the same story over and over. He loved that specific tale.


    He opened his eyes and spoke. "There was once a man who sought greatness. Yet everyone berated him, told him that it was impossible. He was talentless, powerless, and poor. He wasn''t the smartest nor the most charming person, but he did have a heart of gold." The boy solemnly told.


    "Even when everyone shunned him and bid him curses, he never allowed them to drag him down. He struggled, and struggled, and struggled. But even after all his efforts, he achieved nothing. Then he realized that it was fate binding him down. He felt desperate and depressed, for how can a simple man fight his destiny?"


    Lilith slowly spooned closer as she felt the gentle humming of sleep embrace her. Samael showed a small, imperceptible smile, guiding the girl lean on his shoulders.


    "The man was about to give up, but in that moment, the little spark of determination he had spoke to him. It said, ''Why don''t you try? It''s not like you''ll lose anything.'' The man realized right there and then that he would rather die trying to gain his freedom than live enslaved by the choices he didn''t make. And that he did. The man decided that the only way he will really be happy is if he breaks away from the shackles fate gave him." Samael continued.


    The sleepy Lilith couldn''t help but ask a question. "How can someone fight fate?" Samael caressed her head and went on with his story.


    "Unfortunately, the man didn''t know how to fight fate. No one knew. Why? Because no one tried. Not a single soul was brave enough to challenge the authority of destiny itself. However, he did know one thing. The biggest chains in your life are the limitations you put on yourself. The man slowly but surely climbed to the top. He trained, fought, and persisted until he reached a power great enough to disturb the flow of destiny. Until one day he obtained a power to completely ignore what fate wanted him to become." Samael explained.


    Lilith weakly nodded as the lids of her eyes closed.


    "But the man cried, not because of happiness but because of loneliness. In his journey, he became the very thing he swore to destroy: a monster." Samael ended the story.


    "Why a monster?" Lilith asked once more. Samael''s eyes looked unreachable for a moment.


    "The path to power is filled with death and loneliness." He replied after a long silence. "That''s why it is important not only to look forward but to look back as well. Those mistakes you made are lessons for tomorrow. The story wanted to show that blind greed for power can lead to disaster." The boy followed. "After all, great power is nothing against the face of loneliness"


    Then he felt the slow, rhythmic breathing of Lilith.


    She was asleep.


    This girl... He shook his head and leaned his head back. He carefully guided her head to his lap, and soon he too fell into the deep embrace of sleep.


    ***


    As the cold winter passed, the two got to know each other more. They never seem to run out of ideas. Their favourite color, food, life story, favourite games¡ªyou name it. They conversed from sun rise to sun down.


    "Hey! That''s cheating!" Samael exclaimed.


    "Too late!" Lilith''s chuckles reverberated in the air as she ran around, behind her trailed Samael.


    "Come here!" Samael said as he ran after the girl.


    "Catch me if you can!" Lilith teased, her tail swiveling back and forth.


    "Oh I will!" Samael replied as he increased his pace, slowly catching up to the girl''s silhouette.


    Unfortunately, Lilith was highly agile. Too much in fact. Was it because of her powers?


    Being blessed is really something else! Samael thought as he hungered for air. However, his determination shouldn''t be underestimated.


    Unyielding, Samael kept the chase, their shadows circling over and over in an endless spiral.


    Lilith''s melodic giggles made Samael felt everything would be okay. That they''ll be fine.


    In one last attempt to victory, Samael lunged forward, catching the tail of the mischievous little demoness.


    Grasping the tail tight, Samael''s figure fell face down the ground, stirring the dust upon impact as a smudge of confusion lingered in his eyes.


    "Wha¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short as he stared at Lilith''s vibrant crimson face. It looked as though he did something wrong.


    Did he?


    "Uhm I¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short once more as Lilith swiftly dashed away, hiding herself behind a tree.


    Well, I messed up Samael winced as he stood frozen in place, deciding to give the girl some space.


    Meanwhile, Lilith sat behind the towering tree, her face flushed red along with her long ears. Her wings fluttered wildly and her tail swiveled in a frenzy.


    Her heart raced, beating so loud she could feel it without touching her chest.


    Unsure of what to do, Samael chose to approach the girl after some time. Asking her if she was okay.


    "Lilith uhm... I''m sorry if I did anything wrong..." Samael apologized.


    The girl hiding behind the tree slowly came out of her shell, facing the boy eye to eye as she held her arm and gave it a tight squeeze.


    "It-its okay! I-I was just surprised!" Lilith replied in haste, her face flushing red again.


    "If you w-want y-you can touch i-it again!" She bellowed, startling Samael.


    Samael fixated his gaze at Lilith''s quivering shut eyes opting him to chuckle at the girl''s efforts to hide her embarrassment.


    "Stop!" Lilith shouted, her entire face and neck red in shame.


    However, Samael kept laughing, swiftly burying this memory deep in his heart.


    It was a peaceful time for them. Of course, there were some occasional hurdles too. Some days, he would go out to try and hunt. If he is lucky, he will find a stray ice boar, but if not, he will go home with empty hands.


    "Here, Samael," Lilith said. The boy curiously looked at her opened hands. There, he saw a ruby-red necklace. The boy gently took it and examined it. It seemed to be made from some crystal, but there was something odd about it.


    His suspicions were answered fast. "I have the other pair," Lilith said. Samael cast a sidelong glance and saw the same-looking crystal. Then he finally made sense of what it was. The reason he felt that the necklace was incomplete was because Lilith had the other half.


    "But isn''t this what your mother gave you?" He asked. He didn''t want her to give him a gift because he gave her a coat. Or at least that''s what he thought.


    "It''s okay, my mother said I could give the other half of this to someone important to me..." The last sentences were hard to understand as her voice gradually turned into a whisper.


    "I see," Samael said. "I will treasure this." He followed. If Lilith insists that it is fine, then he will gratefully accept it.


    "Let''s make a promise." He suggested. Lilith''s ears perked up as she waited for what Samael would say next. "A blood bond!"


    Lilith, confused at first, asked "Blood bond?"


    Samael chuckled. "It''s a promise sealed by our blood. It can never be broken."


    A promise with Samael Lilith thought as her cheeks went red.


    Samael approached the girl and said, "I will start first..."


    "...Lilith, If you ever feel sad and lonely, will you look at the stars and remember all the good times we had. Can you promise me that?"


    Lilith nodded as she replied. "I promise."


    It was now her turn.


    "Then, can Samael promise me that... If you ever feel like all hope is lost, Can you vow that this necklace will serve as your guiding light?"


    Samael nodded and responded. "I promise." They both pricked their fingers and imprinted their marks at each others necklace.


    "With this, our promise is sealed." The two giggled in unison as their shadows danced under the glow of the camp fire.


    Eventually, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Before the two knew it, the harsh blizzards had stopped, and the snow has melted. Although there was still some leftover traces of the unmerciful winter, it was safe to travel now. Thus, the two didn''t waste time and went on their journey. Packing along with them all the happy memories they made in that cave.


    "Samael!" Lilith screamed. The boy dashed as fast as possible towards her location. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that the girl was okay. Lilith suddenly ran after spotting something. So he got worried when she suddenly shouted.


    "What is it?" He asked as he looked at what she was pointing at. It was a boulder with strange doodles written on the surface. The symbols seemed to glow, though, which added some form of mysteriousness to them.


    "I know these! My grandma said, If I''m ever lost, I should look for these runes, and I will find my way back home!" She explained while hopping around in glee.


    Samael smiled and responded. "That''s great! This means that we''re near our destination."


    Lilith nodded in happiness as she tugged on Samael.


    As the two went deeper and deeper, the more frequent these "runes" became. From the stones to the trees, until they reached a clearing.


    Lilith ran forward and danced under the dazzling rain of crimson leaves. The trees here were different from the others. They emitted a soft glow that made him feel secure.


    "I know this place! My grandma used to take me here a lot before!" She said.


    Samael observed his surroundings in awe. He has never seen something this beautiful before. Unfortunately, trouble seemed to always find its way toward them. Out of nowhere, multiple cloaked figures came out of the woods. They all wore masks, but one in particular had a red mask. In unison they spoke...


    "Kill Lilith, the "Chaos Witch."

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    "Kill Lilith the "Chaos Witch."


    Samael swiftly unsheathed his knife and positioned himself in front of Lilith, shielding her from the cloaked individuals.


    "Who are you people?!" He spat with clear hostility. These guys just barged in out of nowhere and stated that they were here to kill Lilith. How can he stay calm?


    His eyes darted back and forth as he racked his brain. To be frank, the boy had no plan whatsoever. This small talk was an attempt to buy time so he could formulate an escape route.


    He knew for a fact that these men were probably far stronger than the slave traders he fought. Their presence alone is enough to restrict his movements.


    Damn it! Think, Samael! Think! Cold sweat drenched his back as his options narrowed down.


    "Stay back!" He warned them. Yet their steps were absolute and firm. Each resolute and purposeful.


    There were six men, adorned with dark cloaks and masks. Five of them had three slits while the sixth bore 5. In their hands nested an onyx black rod that emitted a dark miasma along with the pungent stench of rot and death.


    Fuck! There was no opening. They circled the two and moved in unison. It was as if they''d already planned everything from the start.


    Samael felt Lilith tremble under his touch. When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Lilith look at the men, eyes wide in fear. Samael sighed as he lowered his gaze. He understood what he had to do.


    The boy gritted his teeth as he yanked the girl over. The men abruptly halted their advance as they watched the boy with amusement.


    "You want her, right? I''ll give her to you¡ª If you promise my safety." He bargained.


    Lilith jerked her head towards the boy, a sharp piercing pain seizing her heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she made sense of Samael''s actions. He was giving her to the bad guys. But she didn''t struggle. These men were after her to begin with. If it weren''t for her, they wouldn''t be in this situation.


    The cloaked men looked at each other, nodding in unison as the man wielding the scarlet mask spoke. "We will honor this trade. Hand over the girl, and your safety is guaranteed."


    His lips curled to a smirk as he dragged the girl forward. The cloaked assassins simply waited in place as the boy inched closer, eventually standing eye to eye with them.


    "Can I at least say my goodbyes?" He asked. The man stood unmoving before giving a stiff nod. Samael inched his face close to Lilith and muttered.


    "Do you remember the second rule...?" Lilith flinched as she laid eyes on the boy. There he wore the loveliest smile she has ever seen in her life.


    "My wish is, please, survive..." Samael pleaded.


    Tears streamed down the girl''s cheeks as she understood that Samael didn''t forsake her. He was sacrificing himself for her.


    "Here..." Samael said.


    The leader of the group raised his hand and slowly reached out for the girl.


    "You want her? Then go get her!" He roared as he threw one of his daggers forward.


    The man quickly withdrew his hands, deflecting the dagger with a simple flick of his wrist.


    Samael swiftly pushed Lilith away, jumping in front of her and acting as a blockade.


    Lilith sent her hand forward, trying to reach the boy. She cannot accept this! He was so close, yet so far.


    Samael opened his mouth and roared desperately. "RUN¡ª"


    Multiple black rods pierced his body in a blur, cutting his words short. Blood spewed out his mouth, but he gripped their weapon tight. His lips quivered, forming into a small gentle smile. He opened his mouth and muttered. "I''m sorry..."


    Lilith''s eyes widened, her visage pale as she laid her gaze on Samael''s loving smile. His voice echoing deep in her mind, playing like a broken recorder.


    "With this, our promise is sealed"


    "In a scenario where I can''t protect you anymore, can you promise me that you will grant me my one wish?"


    "My wish is, please, survive..."


    "RUN¡ª"


    She grasped her head tight. Tears staining her cheeks as she bolted away.


    Samael watched as Lilith''s figure gradually vanished from his sight. Without hesitation, he snatched a small pouch from his waist. Inside was a very toxic plant that, once crushed, would release a mist of poison.


    The cloaked assassins shot their gaze towards the running girl. They gripped their onyx rods as they tried to yank it out.


    "Not so fast!" Samael roared in haste, swiftly shutting his palm tight, crushing the plant in his hand.


    Green mist flew out like a tsunami, engulfing everything in the nearest 5 meters, easily forming a poison cloud.


    One of the cloaked assassin managed to pluck his rod out. He cranked the weapon back, launching it and impaling the boy''s hands towards the ground.


    Samael clenched his jaws, burying the urge to scream in pain.


    The cloaked assassins tried to escape, but to no avail.


    Four of the assassins gripped their necks as they gasped for air. They produced horrid sounds as foam started to seep out of the slits of their masks.


    The four men''s bodies warped in multiple directions, their bones weaving in unnatural ways before their muscles enlarged and imploded, turning into a bloody mess of flesh and organs. However, not all were affected.


    The leader of the group managed to react in time. He casted a thin wind barrier that kept the poison cloud at bay.


    His hand visibly shook, not from the effects of the flower but from the infernal anger consuming him. He was deceived by a child. He temporarily let his guard down just because he was a kid. Now half of his men are dead.


    The scarlet-masked individual swung his arm horizontally, and a chaotic surge of wind blew the mist away.


    He kicked the ground hard, his figure turning into a blur as he appeared beside Samael.


    "Huh..?" Before Samael could react, a foot landed on his face, slamming him down the ground. Huge chunks of stone flew in the sky as a small shockwave dispersed in the surrounding.


    Samael''s consciousness started to dim as he helplessly watched the men chase after Lilith. A lone tear fell descended from his eyes as he silently pleaded.


    Please, let me borrow that strength one more time.


    Using that "power," he might just be able to buy Lilith a bit more time.


    Even for a second...! His thoughts echoed as he is once again swallowed by the darkness.


    The men closed the distance with ease. The surviving assassin grabbed Lilith by the hair, tugging it tight, raising her from the ground.


    Lilith''s face contorted in pain, her screams reverberated as she flailed around. Until her eyes landed on Samael, and her world came to a halt.


    Samael lay motionless on the ground. His body, impaled by multiple black rods.


    Lilith felt an unexplainable feeling in her chest. Her body trembled as she reminisced the happy moments she had with the boy. Now, she won''t be able to see him again. That future was taken from her. Stolen from her.


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    His voice rang in her head. Repeating the same words he uttered to her.


    "I''m sorry..."


    Her face quivered, a single tear sliding off her cheeks, fading into the unknown.


    no..no..NO! NO! NO!


    I won''t forgive them... They will pay for this...!


    The wind stirred and the smell of decay and destruction permeated the air. Specks of orange matter seeped out of Lilith''s skin, dancing along in the sky.


    EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!!!


    The man prompted to return when a pulse of orange energy rammed him, sending him flying. His body breezed past the scarlet masked assassin as it continued to plow down dozens of trees before his mangled corpse came to a halt.


    He was dead.


    The scarlet masked assassin felt his hair stood on ends. He shot a quick glance and what he saw was a complete monstrosity. A giant tornado of orange matter wreaked havoc as it made its way to him. Trampling everything on its path.


    "So it is true! The chaos witch, she who wields the power of chaos itself!" The scarlet masked assassin spoke, his tone heavy and grave.


    The leader crouched and gathered wind energy on his feet, propelling himself forward. He used his element to form a path, decreasing the air resistance and easily breaking the sound barrier.


    Multiple sonic booms resonated in the air as the cloaked man flew in an arc, avoiding the chaos tornado with no effort. Within a few seconds, he managed to appear behind the frenzied girl. In his palm nested a black collar with gems imbedded on its dark surface. With one swift motion, he strapped it around Lilith''s neck.


    CLICK!


    The chaos tornado pulsed, its energy dispersed, gathering in a sphere before fading away in a small explosion.


    Lilith''s body went limp, falling down the ground with a soft thud.


    The assassin panted as another onyx rod materialized in his hands. He raised the weapon high in the air, intending to finish the job¡ª a black silhouette collided with him, throwing him a few steps back.


    "Who dares?!" Setting his sight forward, his eyes widened. Samael stood there in a protective position. Behind him was the unconscious Lilith. However, his eyes held no clarity. It was like an animal protecting its cub. But that wasn''t what surprised the man. What really amazed him was the fact that Samael could still stand after being impaled by six corrosion rods. Not just the normal ones, but rods infused with demon poison.


    "You mutilated your hands?" He concluded. Samael growled in response, his tone filled with malice.


    The man narrowed his eyes. "Admirable will. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong side," the man spoke, his figure turning into a blur.


    The man precisely aimed his rod at the head of the boy¡ªbut Samael drifted his head away. The rod brushed past his cheeks, leaving a shallow cut.


    "Impossible!" The assassins hands shook in disbelief. A little boy in such a sorry state managed to dodge his attack with such speed. This wasn''t even funny; this was ridiculous.


    "!!!" The man bought his corrosion rods forward, forming a shield as a foot slammed on his weapon, generating a small shockwave that pushed him back.


    He calmly maintained his balance and sent a barrage of piercing attacks. Sure, the boy can move, but can he dodge all of these?


    "Perish!" The assassin roared.


    Samael''s muscles screamed in agony as he weaved to dodge the attacks. Unfortunately, his attempts were futile.


    In a blink of an eye, his body got littered with holes. He flew back, forming a dust cloud. But even that was not enough.


    The assassin loomed closer to Lilith. When his senses warned him of danger.


    Samael released a demonic growl as he crouched on all fours. His muscles bulged before he pounced with great speed, shattering his arms and legs.


    The man whipped his arm back, wind energy forming in the center of his palm. He propelled his hand forward, forming a wind screen.


    When Samael crashed into it, the shield retracted before catapulting him away.


    Samael''s body was thrown back, smashing against the ground thrice before coming to a halt.


    The man couldn''t help but wonder. He has never seen anyone move like that. Although it was comparable to the "berserk" skill of the beast kin. There were a few major difference.


    Berserk made the beast''s kin stronger, but not this much. Plus, their peculiar skill doesn''t eliminate the users pain receptors, they become stronger, but just enough that they don''t break. Samael literally shattered his bones and pulverised them just to try to land a hit. And he''s still roaring to go!


    Samael released a spine tingling roar, his hands dug deep on the earth in an attempt to approach Lilith.


    The man straightened his fingers and arms, forming a makeshift blade.


    [wind cutter] He muttered.


    A green, transparent aura covered his arms. He took a stance as he whipped his arm repeatedly. Each slash formed thin slices of wind sharp enough to cut steel. All of them were headed for the boy.


    The wind blades flew fast, humming as it travelled in the air, before descending in an ear shattering explosion.


    The man relaxed his tense shoulder, releasing a deep breath.


    "It''s over¡ª"


    A feeling of unease struck him followed by a bone chilling weight that pressed him. His hair stood on ends as cold sweat drenched his back.


    From the dust, a different figure came out. Her raven black hair fluttered in a wild but alluring manner. Her body worthy of envy from other women.


    Her pitch-black horns that traced to the side of her head and a black tail that swiveled seductively. She somewhat resembled Lilith.


    The moment the assassins gaze landed on the woman, he deployed dozens of [wind lances] catapulting them with all his strength. Yet none of them reached their target.


    With a simple flick of her fingers, dozens of black fireballs sparked out of thin air, intercepting the wind lances in a dark explosion.


    The red-masked individual felt a shiver run down his spine. One of his strongest skills was dispelled just like that. This was bullshit!


    The man stomped the ground hard and flew at supersonic speed. Their mission has failed. Now that "she''s" here, there is no more chance in hell that they can kill Lilith. Retreating was his best option.


    Unfortunately, the mysterious woman didn''t think so.


    "You dare lay a hand on my cute granddaughter..? You must be seeking death." A voice spoke behind his ears.


    The man looked beside him in horror, only to be baffled at the spectacle.


    The woman ran at astonishing speed, catching up to the assassin with utter ease. She wasn''t even breaking a sweat!


    The man pushed his index and middle finger, releasing [wind bullets] in a frenzy. But the woman simply swatted them away like they were childish toys.


    The assassin flinched in disbelief. "What the fuc¡ª"


    A foot appeared out of nowhere, and slammed itself on his head. A loud crack reverberated, his body thrown around like a used rag. A spider web forming under him.


    He groaned in pain as he tried to stand up, only to be stomped down.


    "You fools and your games are going too far." The woman brought her foot down again, stirring and forming a dust cloud.


    "Should I go and pay a visit to the ministry?" She threatened, her voice becoming distorted by the minute. Oh, she''s going to enjoy torturing this bastard.


    To think that they would dare plan an ambush on HER territory and hurt HER granddaughter. They must have grown a pair of balls.


    "Do you think the ministry will fall to the likes of you, demon?!" The man spat with a crazed look on his face.


    The woman slammed her foot down in exasperation. "Silence, scum"


    The assassin whipped his arm back, wind energy flowing from his hand, forming a whip.


    The woman hopped back, dodging the attack without any effort. The assassin pulled out an object, glancing at it momentarily before slamming it on his chest.


    The assassin fell on his knees, as he released an ear shattering roar.


    "ARGHHHH!!!" A golden light swam out of his body. Bringing with it a blinding light.


    The woman had to step back and maintain her distance. Even someone of her level can get wounded by this level of divine magic.


    The man''s body shriveled up, his bones clinging tightly to his skin.


    Is he using his life force to sustain magic at this level? As expected of a level 5 fanatic. She clicked her tongue and clapped her hands together. Multiple silhouettes slithered from the shadows awaiting her orders.


    "Get my granddaughter and go home." She commanded, her tone ice cold. The shadows nodded in unison, their figures merging with the shadows.


    The woman''s eyes wandered leisurely, landing upon the battered boy. Even now, Samael was still growling and full of fighting spirit.


    Is this berserk? The woman ran her eyes on Samael.


    No, this is a skill he developed... How interesting, She thought. Sadly, its effects are devastating. She gently touched the swollen chest of the kid and watched as her finger sank.


    Shattered limbs and splintered ribs. His body is also corroding; how can someone take this much damage and survive? She wondered.


    "I suppose I do owe you one." She muttered. She pointed her palm to the boy, and spoke.


    [Infernal Regeneration]


    Dark flames sparked from her palm, slithering towards Samael''s wounds, burning them away, or at least she thought.


    Hmm? She halted her skill, her eyes narrowed as she observed the black pulsing veins under his skin.


    I''m afraid it''s too late. She concluded. She managed to somewhat heal the damage done in his body, but the corrosion was stopping her magic from healing the boy fully.


    Simply put, Samael was not long for this world.


    Her brows furrowed, she has never seen such symptoms in all her life. Just what kind of weapon did this? This was a wound beyond her capabilities.


    The woman shot a glance at the onyx rod. Her thoughts consumed with worry. With a snap of her fingers, the rod vanished into thin air.


    A strong wave of divine magic swept the grass and trees. Wreaking havoc to everything unfortunate enough to come near it.


    "Feel the wrath of Taranius!" The man roared.


    [Heavens judgment! Divine annihilator]!!!


    An enormous golden beam morphed into a towering sword, descending upon the earth, promising destruction to its foe.


    The woman glanced at the boy one last time, before turning into a blur.


    The divine weapon whipped down, consuming everything in the nearest one kilometre into a radiant burst of golden light, leaving nothing in its wake.


    ***


    DRIP... DRIP... DRIP...


    Samael''s eyes quivered as he opened them. His jaw clenched as he winced at the aching pain coursing through his body.


    He carefully leaned back. His eyes narrowed down as it adjusted in the cold abyssal darkness.


    A wall? He wondered. He scanned his surroundings, and his eyebrows furrowed.


    It appears he was inside a cave. High stone walls surrounded him, and in front were tunnels leading into the unknown.


    What happened...? He couldn''t help but ask himself.


    Then it struck him.


    Memories of what transpired earlier flooded his head. The confrontation with the masked assailants, Lilith''s escape and the agonizing pain of the rods embedded in his body.


    He froze, and his eyes jolted open.


    "LILITH! NO!" He roared. He rose to his feet, but the burning pain seizing him made his knees buckle. He gasped for air, his heart galloping fiercely. Calm down... breathe... breathe... He told himself.


    Gradually, he reined over his composure. Panicking was never going to help him. He can only hope for the best and help himself first.


    Samael inspected his body and was left baffled to see no wounds. He clearly remembered how the rods penetrated his skin, crushing his bones and leaving him incapacitated. Did Lilith heal him when he was unconscious? No, that wouldn''t make sense.


    The only evidence left of the events earlier were these dark squiggly veins nesting on his skin, precisely where his previous wounds occupied.


    They would occasionally send a wave of dull ache and discomfort, but not too much that he can''t handle.


    Samael sighed. Luck wasn''t really his forte huh. Still, there was a far bigger problem here...


    "Where am I?"

 CH8-Ruins beneath

    Samael carefully observed his surroundings. Did I survive a fall from that height? He wondered as he gazed at the steep slope. Still, he didn''t understand how he got here in the first place. The last memory he had was when he was impaled by that black rod and fell unconscious. Perhaps he was thrown here by the masked assailants?


    The boy summoned his strength and rose up. Fortunately, his bag was still with him. Most of his rations and tools were in his baggage, so cheers to that.


    Samael rummaged through his bag, checking the condition of his items. He released a sigh of relief. Luckily, nothing was damaged.


    I should last about 2¨C3 days with this amount of food if I carefully ration it, hmm? He picked up something that caught his eye. This was still here? He wondered, his gaze landing on the blue vial of liquid he found way back. He didn''t know its use before, so he just discarded it. He didn''t have the time to inspect it either, but now that he thought about it, What is this thing?


    Samael curiously shook it. Is it poison? Or some type of medicine? He gently twisted the cap, plucking it open as he drip a tiny amount on his finger tips.


    His body stiffened, waiting for any reaction, but there was only silence.


    Is it water after all? The boy took a whiff, and to his surprise, it smelled quite good. Its fragrance akin to a freshly bloomed flower. Aside from that, there didn''t seem to be any unique effects. Losing interest on the vial, he threw it back in the bag.


    What now? Samael wondered. Well, it''s not like he had much to choose from.


    His first and foremost objective is to get out of here, alive if possible. He can''t climb back up, not in his current state. So his only option is to go forward and find a different exit.


    Ahead of him were three tunnels. Each leading into the unforgiving darkness. Samael was clueless as to where they''ll lead, and forget about gambling, so far his luck has bought nothing but trouble.


    He narrowed his eyes, trying to pierce the darkness with his gaze. Yet, even with his blessed senses, he saw nothing but the shadows lurking in the crevices of these tunnels.


    He approached the first entrance¡ªhis nose scrunched up as the familiar scent of iron and rot assaulted his nostrils.


    Nope He knew that smell well. That was definitely the pungent stench of blood and death.


    He glanced at the second cave, its visage seemingly peaceful and devoid of complications.


    Maybe this one is the best choice. He brought his foot forward and an echo bounced off the narrow walls.


    "Huh?" Samael muttered, his brows furrowed as he glanced down, his eyes widened as he swiftly retreated. Is that... Bones?!


    Samael held the coarse fabric of his clothes, wiping away the beads of sweat nesting on his forehead.


    He cast his gaze at the third tunnel, his eyes squinting as he inched closed to it.


    Huh... Strangely, an odd sensation bloomed in his chest as he closed the distance. As if something was tugging him, reaching out to him. So he trusted his gut. If anything, he believes his instincts more than his luck.


    TACK... TACK... TACK... TACK...


    Samael''s steps echoed, resonating through the restricted passageway. The tugging he felt seemingly acted as a compass, staying true to a single direction.


    Hopefully I''m not getting myself into trouble here. For all he knows, this could be some form of psychic monster that''s manipulating him. If that''s the case, then he''s wholeheartedly fucked.


    Where is this tunnel leading me to begin with? Until today, he was ignorant of the existence of this cavern beneath the crimson forest.


    Samael kept walking, steadfastly pushing through the interminable corridor. Until a feeble glow at the end of the tunnel shone before his eyes.


    His visage lightened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he inched towards the light.


    Gradually, the miniscule spark ignited into a luminous glow, blinding him. As he opened his eyes, his breath hitched at the scene bare before his eyes.


    Beyond the seemingly endless corridor, a cavern sat idle, as if forgotten by time itself. In its centre nested a ginormous crack, paired with the jagged stones protruding from the ceiling.


    Looking down the endless abyss, a shiver ran down his spine. A question pestering his mind, just what was beyond that impenetrable veil of shadows?


    On the other side of this pitfall, there were stone structures¡ª or, to be precise, ruins. Yes, ruins. Ancient abodes left behind by past civilizations.


    Ruins..? In this place? He questioned as he glanced around him. How could life thrive here? Samael shook his head. He didn''t have the luxury to indulge here; he has to move.


    He carefully went forward until his eyes caught something. An old wooden bridge, the only passage connecting the separated sides together.


    Samael hurriedly approached it, his eyes darting back and forth as he checked its condition.


    Damn it... He released a sigh of exasperation. It appears that the passage of time was harsh on this bridge.


    The wires holding it up are already corroded, the wooden tiles are already rotting, and some of the steps are even missing.


    Samael glanced over his shoulders. Returning now would be pointless. He either crosses this bridge or possibly encounters a beast in the other tunnels. And trust him, he isn''t going back. If he spends another 10 minutes in that hallway, he will officially lose it. Something about it made him feel uneasy and alone.


    The boy made up his mind and took his first step. Dust particles stirred the moment he laid foot on the bridge. He grasped the rugged wire, its surface brushing against his calloused hands. He avoided looking down at all costs, lest he fall.


    One by one, he crossed the rotting wooden tiles. His back drenched in cold sweat, some slithering down his forehead.


    Eventually, he reached the middle of the bridge. Minutes have merely passed, but to him, it took far longer than that.


    Samael halted his advance, he took a mouthful of air, composing himself. Once his breathing stabilized, he went on again¡ª Until the wind blew and the bridge swayed.


    "Woah!!!" He exclaimed, his palms pale white as he seized the rope under his gruelling grip. He was literally clinging to life.


    After the sudden wind subsided, Samael had to stop and rethink his life choices.


    Over time, he managed to cross 80% of the bridge, but his first hurdle had come. Ahead of him were missing steps.


    He took deep breaths, his eyes narrowed as he measured the distance. There were about three wooden plates missing.


    Can I even make this? It''s too far! The boy thought. He slapped his cheeks twice as he gathered his courage. It was now or never.


    Samael closed his eyes, seizing all movements. The moment the bridge went still, he ran at full speed and took the leap of faith. Time seemingly slowed down.


    TICK... TOCK... TICK...


    THUD!


    Samael gasped for air, his visage pale as snow. Had his aim falter, he would''ve fallen down the chasm below.


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    He looked down and felt nausea shroud him. Carefully, he pulled himself up, his hike wasn''t over yet.


    As soon as he got to the other side, he slumped down, his eyes clamped wide. He really almost died back there.


    Thirsty and exhausted. The boy took his bag and drank a mouthful of water. A lingering scent invading his nose. The fragrance of a freshly plucked flower.


    "Huh?" An empty glass vial sat at his palm. His blood went cold as the empty bottle slipped down, crashing against the cold ground.


    He grabbed his hair, his body frozen in place.


    Crap! Samael you dumb shit! How did I even miss that? The boy closed his eyes and waited for any adverse effects.


    ...


    ..


    ...


    "??" Samael took a peek.


    "I''m okay?" He muttered out loud. Sensing nothing wrong on his body, he released a mouthful of air.


    He warned himself to be careful next time. He was lucky that it wasn''t poison, otherwise, he would be dead by now. In any case, what was that vial for anyway? Samael felt okay; in fact, he felt energized. He felt like he just had the best sleep of his life.


    It turns out it was actually a blessing in disguise. Samael rose to his feet and did a series of stretches. The pain from earlier seemingly faded after drinking that odd liquid. The boy glanced at the old bridge for the last time and wished to never meet it again.


    Then he left.


    What the boy didn''t notice were the countless eyes that took refuge in the depth of darkness. Gazes that held malice and great evil. They shifted in the darkness and vanished as fast as they came.


    ***


    A small creature ran as fast as he could, constantly screaming. "My king! My king!"


    The creature had an emaciated frame, his green skin clinging tight to his hunched back. Surrounding him were countless more of his kind.


    Bones littered the ground, some decorating the walls. Chains of wooden platforms hung high in the air. The stench of piss and shit lingered in the air. Yet that didn''t seem to bother these creatures.


    "What is it?" A booming voice spoke, his towering figure casting a sidelong glance. Its appearance was completely different from his kind.


    His body was humongous, his skin filled with puss-filled bubbles as he sat on his throne. One made of the bones of those that opposed him.


    He was the king. The ruler of this underground kingdom.


    The kingdom of the goblins...


    The messenger cowered, not daring to gaze at the face of their god. Stuttering, he relayed the findings of their scouts.


    "I-I have a message from the scouts, my liege!"


    The king''s brows furrowed as he responded. "Well? Get on with it!" He demanded in exasperation.


    The messenger shrieked and told his king the news. "The-The scouts have found a hu-human child wandering nearby the old ruins! They last saw him crossing the old bridge!" The messenger spoke.


    The king leaned forward, massaging his chin. "Is it a human female?" He asked, a lecherous glint dancing in his eyes.


    The messenger shook his head and responded. "No, my Liege, it was a mal¡ª"


    SPLASH!


    A huge club embedded itself where the messenger once stood. His body squashed, morphed into a puddle of flesh and bones for everyone to witness. But no one berated the actions of the king. Here, he was the monarch, their god, and their champion. No one would dare go against him. No one.


    "What a waste of time. You bastards! Go fetch me that boy, and the rest of you, clean this bloody mess!" He roared.


    The goblins moved in waves as soon as they received the word from their king. Hundreds upon thousands of goblins matched their pace towards the old ruins, while the ones left behind scurried to clean up the remains of the messenger.


    They fought and ate his meat without remorse. As if they were not his kin moments ago. Within seconds, there was nothing left. Not even blood.


    Samael, on the other hand was unaware of the ripples he''s caused. He strode forward, each step unyielding and determined. The closer he got, the pull he felt grew stronger. Like a firefly seduced by a fiery glow.


    However, something else is looming close to him. The pulsing of the black veins in his body was getting more frequent. Each time more prevalent than the previous. If it wasn''t for that mysterious vial he drank, he might''ve collapsed already, and he has such high pain tolerance too.


    Samael gritted his teeth, his rugged palms grasping his clothes. The sharp aches were dulling his sanity.


    He has to hurry. The boy felt that whatever was calling him held the answer to his predicament.


    Then he felt the rumbling.


    Samael halted his advance, his gaze travelling down as he saw a stone rattle on the cold stone floor.


    It''s shaking? He asked himself.


    The dust was stirring, and he could feel the tremor on the ground. Something was coming. Whatever it is, it''s big or large in number.


    Samael''s gentle stride crumbled to ashes as he ran in full speed.


    I knew it! There''s no way such a huge place is uninhabited! He scurried as fast as he could, ignoring the sharp pain coming from the black marks. He tripped a couple times, but stood up and kept charging.


    It was now a battle against time.


    The pull he felt dug it''s root to his heart, resonating with his being. It guided him, lured him, and showed him the way. Until he reached his destination.


    It was a hallway, unlike the one''s before it. This one was man-made. It had a polished floor and walls, and there were also torches hanging by the once pristine walls, gathering dust.


    Without hesitation, he plunged in. He had no time to be scared; something was coming for him and at the same time waiting for him. It was there; he could feel it. Beyond this corridor was the answer to what his heart truly desired.


    Slowly, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. His breath stagnated for a moment and his jaw fell wide.


    It was a very spacious room, or rather, the entrance to a room. There were gigantic statues clad in armor, in their hands nested claymores of titanic proportions. Their sword embedded deep in the floor, as they stood proud.


    "Amazing..." he muttered. They were the embodiment of a knight. They looked strong, brave, and gallant. Unfaltering titans that harbored great reverence.


    Up front was a door¡ªno, more like a gate. It was half as tall as the statues and bore a singular banner, a skull nesting on its surface, surrounded by an energy he has never seen before. Unfortunately, the etchings were already faded. However, odd marks sat close to it.


    Samael narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixated at the weird letters embedded on the cold stone door.


    Weirdly, he felt the urge to read them.


    That''s impossible... He shook his head. How can he read something he has never seen before?


    He glanced at it one last time¡ª But then the letters shone in an incandescent light, bathing his eyes in its radiant glow. The words carved deep on the door weaved before his sight. Warping into a sentence only he can read.


    "The overbearing Void stood proud at the pinnacle of power... It''s mark bore three eyes..."


    "One symbolising domineering strength among all"


    "The second reflected absolute destruction and annihilation."


    "And the third... casted a watchful gaze, hidden under the depths of the abyss."


    In a blinding flash, Samael fell to his knees. His strength flickering as he hungered for air.


    What was that? He couldn''t help but wonder.


    He gazed at the door once more, yet the etchings were gone. Nowhere to be seen.


    He blinked a couple times, unsure of what to make of the recent events. He released a deep sigh, deciding to leave such matters for later.


    Behind this door was the one calling him. He gently ran his finger on the gate, and like a miracle, it opened with ease.


    The moment the entrance swung open, Samael felt a stable connection. It was like a wire was attached to his body. So he followed it.


    The interior of the place was no short of ginormous. Stone monolith''s stood tall as they encircled an altar. Etchings or what Lilith calls "runes" littered the surface of the pillars, shining an luminescent glow.


    On the altar was a lone stone tablet, seemingly ordinary. Its visage marred with cracks, signifying the hardships it has been through. However, he was sure of it. That object was the one calling to him.


    Samael reached out to the tablet, his fingertips caressing its dusty edges¡ª when his vision flashed, and he saw nothing but the infinite darkness of the abyss. Beyond that endless pit of nothing, he realized that he was standing on the hand of a titanic being. Its body submerged and one with the void. Its watchful gaze peering over all.


    It was only for a moment, but Samael felt like he had been drowning for centuries. He huffed roughly and gasped for air as he tightly gripped the tablet. Then a sting struck his finger.


    "Ouch!" He exclaimed as he dropped it.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he tried to catch it, but to his shock, it didn''t break when it landed.


    That was close! He thought as he sighed a breath of relief.


    He laid eyes on his finger, and his brows furrowed.


    "Wait, what...? I definitely felt it prick me." He muttered. Eyes squinted as he glanced at his finger.


    Was it my imagination?¡ª!!


    "ARGHHHHHH!!!!" Samael screamed in agony as his knees buckled, plummeting him down the floor with a sickening thud.


    Cracks surfaced from his finger tip, shining in a coalescence of crimson and black. It spread like a plague, sending jolts of sharp aches throughout his entirety. Within seconds, his entire arm was enveloped in it.


    The pain was excruciating. Samael felt like his body was being torn into pieces and rebuilt, only to be destroyed again.


    Tears and blood flowed from his face as he roared in torment. The dark matter clawed deep in his flesh, corroding his veins, poisoning his blood, and eventually, his body...


    Disintegrated.


    ***


    In the vast expanse of darkness. Samael''s soul floated aimlessly. He felt tired and sleepy. He wanted to just close his eyes and allow the gentle embrace of sleep take him.


    Wake up, Samael! We can''t sleep now! We have to go back!


    Samael dismissed the voices. Why does he have to go back? When he can simply rest here and live without pain or suffering?


    How about Lilith?


    Lilith? ...Who is that? Samael asked in confusion, his consciousness dimming.


    A friend...


    In the blinding darkness, a small red pendant reflected in his pupils.


    Samael weakly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the pendant. It was faint, but he could hear it. Such a gentle tone full of care and trust.


    A trust he can''t betray.


    "Then, can Samael promise me that.. If you ever feel like all hope is lost, can you promise that this necklace will serve as your guiding light?"


    Lilith. Ah... Yes... she is my friend. He thought.


    His eyes widened, clarity reflecting off his black pupils.


    Lilith... Wait, where am I? What am I doing here?! He looked around, only to see the impenetrable depths of the void.


    "Be calm, my child."


    Samael''s eyes darted around, trying to search for the source of the voice, only to find... nothing.


    Who are you? He asked. Why did you bring me here? Let me go! He fired a barrage of questions.


    "All your questions will be answered in time"


    A wave washed over him, bringing calm and peace with it. An ironic feeling, one he lost far too long ago.


    Can you at least tell me where you are? He inquired.


    "I am around you. I am everywhere and at the same time, nowhere," it said.


    That doesn''t make sense! Samael thought.


    "We must make haste... There isn''t much time left." It spoke, hurry lingering in its tone.


    "My child... Do you wish for Power?"

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    "My child, do you wish for power?"


    Confusion bathed Samael as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He didn''t know where he was, what he was doing here, or who was talking to him. What made this whole situation even weirder was that this entity called him her child.


    What do you mean by "my child"? The boy inquired.


    "...The blood will explain everything." It answered after a short pause.


    Samael''s eyebrows furrowed. What blood? What power?!


    Panic crept its way to him, his heart galloped like a stallion. Then the darkness swallowed his vision, replacing the blinding abyss with a scene, or rather, a memory he had.


    A boy sat inside a ice cold cell, shivering as he cowered in the corner of the room. Tears streaming down his cheeks as his quiet sobs resonated through the jagged stone walls.


    He knew that kid well. After all, it''s him.


    Samael''s fist tightened. What was the purpose of showing him this? Was it to mock him?


    He opened his mouth, yet no voice came out. With a flash, a small spark ignited, burning away the scenery. From its ashes, a new memory arose.


    It was the same boy, his body tattered with wounds as he laid down the cold floor. His hands bruising under the unrelenting grip of the steel shackles keeping him in place.


    Samael lowered his gaze, his jaws clenched tight. In the lab, they all served a purpose. Some were brought for human trials, while others were used for entertainment.


    However, his position was different. He was used not only for their inhumane experiments but served as an ingredient as well. His skin, hair, and flesh were torn repeatedly. He would beg for them to stop, but all he receives are disdainful sneers.


    He was treated like a toy, and once they were done with him, they would throw him back in his cell. He knew what it felt like to be used. A never-ending nightmare of torture and shame.


    Samael clutched his chest. All the pain, loneliness, grief, and anger. He could feel all of it. But as if a miracle...


    It all vanished.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as his eyes darted forward.


    The boy''s silent plea''s were snuffed out as a dark formless creature enveloped him in its protective embrace. As if consoling him that everything would be okay.


    What is this? He thought in confusion. Were his memories tampered with?


    The scenery shifted once more. That same boy hung high in the air, his body tattered with crimson wounds, staining the walls with his blood. His glassy eyes staring off into the unknown.


    This... He could barely recall this particular experience. Or rather, he didn''t wish to. This day, he looked death in the face.


    He was beaten senseless for talking back to the mage. He was burned, cut, and hammered. Yet, in all that mayhem, that same black creature held him tight in its clutches, offering solace amidst the pain. Like a mother to a son.


    A lone tear slithered down his cheeks.


    Has it been that long that he forgot?


    He finally understood what the voice meant. Oh, what a fool he was. She was always there for him. In his hardest and most difficult time, she was there to help and guide him.


    "Like a mother to a son..." He spoke. His voice finally free from the shackles restraining him.


    "Do you understand now...?" The voice echoed, shattering his distant memories like thin glass.


    A gentle smile tugged at his lips. "Yes, I do understand now." He glanced at the endless darkness. "Thank you... I always thought that I had nothing. But it turns out I had you,"


    The dark matter pulsed, swirling as they swarmed towards Samael, slowly engulfing him.


    "And my answer to your question is, yes, I accept the power."


    The depths of the void shrouded him. But before he lost consciousness, he heard the voice one last time.


    "Live freely, my child."


    And a lone tear fell from his eyes.


    ***


    Back in the underground ruins


    Hordes upon hordes of goblins marched in unison as they toppled everything in their path.


    The ground shook, and the air stirred with every step they took. They all had one purpose. To capture the boy and return home with success in their belts. To them, the king''s orders are absolute. Failure was not an option.


    They were a walking calamity, an avalanche of malice and greed. And they won''t stop until they get what they want.


    Back at the altar, a massive disturbance in space occurred. Gashes appeared at random, opening a path for the black matter to enter. The mysterious energy weaved in the air, forming a pitch-dark cocoon.


    The dark matter was destructive; everything it touched faced the same fate: eradication. Yet, at this very moment, it nurtured life. Going against its very nature just to give way to the chosen one.


    Meanwhile, the goblins advanced with utter ferocity. It didn''t take long for them to reach the old bridge. Unfortunately, their sheer weight forbade them from crossing further.


    But together they are strong.


    The goblins held each other, forming a pathway using their bodies. Their bones creaked and their muscles roared. Some of their kin fell into the chasm below, but nobody batted an eye.


    Eventually, their march went on. They flooded the hallway, smearing the dusty walls with their filth.


    As they emerged at the other side of the corridor, they found themselves the entrance to the altar. They cheered as they strode forward. Victory was at their hand, how could a powerless child fight against their might?


    But then a sword fell from the heavens, smiting down hundreds of their kin in an instant. Leaving chaos and death on its path.


    The sword retracted, revealing the statues that gained sentience. Their every movement caused earthquakes of great magnitude.


    The goblins shook in fear. Some of them fell unconscious, yet their bodies moved akin to marionettes.


    To a goblin, the orders of the king are engraved in their existence. They would follow his commands even if death awaited them.


    The stone giant swung his sword horizontally, sweeping away dozens of the abominations.


    The goblins screeched in rage. They grabbed stones and hurled them. Others charged towards the guardians, bashing their collosal vessels with their meager fists.


    The stone knight swung his sword tirelessly, but the Goblins are like cockroaches. Dozens of them will perish, but more will take their place.


    They kept coming, relying solely on their numbers. It wasn''t long before they breach the chambers.


    The stone guardian looked at its companion, nodding as he raised his sword. With one swift thrust, the weapon impaled itself on the giant''s torso.


    His corpse fell limp as it landed with a booming explosion, blocking the path of the goblins.


    His body crystallized, solidifying the gate. To him, his life was but a small price to pay for the future of their kin. He would gladly offer his life for the heir of the Void.


    It would be his honor to lay down everything for the chosen one. If he was given another chance, he would do it again without hesitation.


    The other guardian gave his fallen comrade a nod.


    Seizing his attacks, the Goblins roared in Victory¡ª A chaotic wind surge catapulted hundreds of their kind.


    The goblins felt a shiver run down their spine. They glanced at the darkness, and felt their blood run cold.


    A pair of scarlet dots¡ª no, eyes, peered from the shadows.


    The stone statue emerged from the darkness, and a deafening demonic roar echoed off the walls.


    The last remaining guardian swung his sword with unwavering rage. His blade hummed as it weaved in the air, catapulting dozens of goblins into a mess of flesh and blood.


    He stomped, hacked, and sliced. Yet even that wasn''t enough. The goblins kept pouring on like an endless waterfall.


    They slithered their way to the stone guardian, their nails staining its surface crimson red.


    The onslaught was too much for the guardian to withstand.


    The stone knight fell to his knees, his gaze landing on his weapon. He wasn''t long for this realm.


    The golem raised his sword high in the heavens as it descended with a thundering explosion. Imbedding itself on the ground.


    A shockwave rippled through the surroundings, halting the advance of the abominations.


    The guardian gazed at the throne room for the last time, his crimson eyes morphing into a shade of aqua blue.


    Slowly, it brought its fist on its chest. With a final salute, its duty came to an end.


    With a swift twirl of its wrist, the claymore rooted on the floor cranked sideways, and a mechanical sound reverberated in the room.


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    TICK... TICK... TICK...


    BOOOOOOOM!!!


    An ear deafening explosion erupted, and a scorching stampede of fire whipped in rage, evaporating the unfortunate goblins to a pile of ash. The cavern shook, and the floor gave out, turning into a bottomless chasm of death.


    The goblins scurried away, screeching as they piled in the corner. Their hands forming a makeshift shield to block the fiery glow of the explosion.


    Their only path was destroyed. But it still wasn''t enough to hinder them. They bundled again and formed another goblin bridge.


    Their avalanche continued forward.


    They crashed through the corpse of the fallen guardian, their nails shattered as they clawed their way through.


    With unwavering commitment, they plowed the door and pushed with all their might. The door creaked under their combined weight, shaking as it formed a small gap. But that gap was all that they needed.


    As they step foot inside the altar, a dark energy weaved past them. Then... Then there''s nothing.


    Their bodies were disintegrated, or rather, deleted. There was no warning, no signal nor any traces of their kin. They were simply...


    Gone.


    The goblins felt their hair stood on ends. Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads, their foot rooted in place.


    They despised the light and all those that dwell in it. But this... this darkness that stood before them... It scares them...


    PULSE!... PULSE!...


    Small pulses occured every once in a while, each time more prevalent than before.


    The pulses kept repeating, looming closer. The intervals shortened, eventually...


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    Then, there was no next.


    The dark cocoon imploded, devouring everything in its path. The cave, ruins and the underground goblin empire. Gone. Erased from reality.


    ***


    Samael scrunched up his eyes as the incandescent rays of sun beamed his face.


    As he opened his eyes, his breath hitched. Everything felt... vibrant. Almost as if he''s seeing things for the first time.


    Huh... He held his head, his brows furrowed. What just happen¡ª His eyes darted forward and a black panel hovered before him.


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    Samael''s jaw dropped, and he exclaimed. "What the fu¡ª"


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    Samael sat unmoving for a while, massaging his temples as an immense headache throbbed within him.


    Now it all makes sense... The boy thought, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He was given a chance¡ªan opportunity to become better. Although this was quite different from what he was expecting, It was still "power" nonetheless.


    The boy glanced at the bright screen in front of him, curiousity brimming at his pupils. Can anyone else see this? He wondered.


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    Samael flinched as he stumbled back. It can read my thoughts?!


    The boy was frozen in disbelief. What form of sorcery was this? To read someone else''s mind...


    "That''s awesome!" He cheered. Childlike joy lingering in his eyes.


    "Are you the "power" that voice told me? And where did that voice come from?" He inquired. Which were answered by the so-called "guide" after a brief pause.


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    "I see..." he muttered. He felt a little crestfallen. He wanted to feel that warmth once more, that loving tone full of reassurance.


    "Guide... Is-Is there something wrong with the voice I heard?" He reluctantly asked.


    For a while, there was nothing but silence, until another panel warped in front of him.


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    Samael fell silent, a single word lingering in his mind.


    Legacy.


    I see... He thought. Those words were its last will entrusted to him.


    "Is there nothing I can do? Anything at all?" He asked.


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    He breathed a sigh of relief, a small smile plastered on his face.


    Based on the guide''s answer, there was definitely a way to revive the abyss. However, for some reason, his "authorization" level is too low. But that didn''t matter to Samael. As long as there''s a way, he''ll do his best to achieve it. He owed this much.


    "Then how do I increase my authorization level?" he inquired.


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    <td>Climb to power and conquer your destiny</td>


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    So I just have to grow stronger, huh? That''s fine with me. The boy thought, a fiery spark of determination burning in his eyes. But for now, I''ll check these "notifications."


    Sensing his thoughts, multiple glowing panels materialized in front of him.


    He winced, scrunching his eyes at the swarm of screens.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">You have multiple unchecked notifications.</td>


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Synchronization commencing...</td>


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Synchronization successful.</td>


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    Synchronization complete. Do you wish to inherit [The legacy of the void]?


    Yes or No?


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Race change available. Do you wish to proceed?</td>


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    "Can you please explain what synchronization means?" He humbly pleaded. The terms used by the guide were... very foreign to him.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Synchronization was the process the host went through in order to gain access to and activate the guide.</td>


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    I''ll pretend I understood that. Samael silently thought But it seems that the system can be a bit nosy.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Do you wish for me to simplify it?</td>


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    "No! Also, rude!" He said, cheeks tainted red. Samael composed himself and asked a few more questions. Mostly about the system and the notifications.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">The guide is a [REDACTED] made by the void to help the next heir. I am equipped to lead you in your journeys and help ease the burden of your travels.</td>


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">The process you underwent in the null realm was called "rebirth" in human terms. Rebirth is [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] [REDACTED]</td>


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    Samael couldn''t help but furrow his brows. It seemed that some of the information he wanted to know needed a high level of authority.


    It appears that gaining strength will be his next priority. The first being, to confirm Lilith''s condition. She was his only friend in this world. Of course, she comes in front of the others.


    "Last question. Will race change harm me?" Samael asked warily. If he asked what it meant, the system would probably give him a difficult-to-understand definition. He just needs to know the ups and downs, and he''ll decide from that.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Race change will do no harm to the user.</td>


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    Samael nodded as he viewed the race change notification. He had an inkling of what it might do to him.


    He stood silent for a while, gathering his thoughts before commencing the process.


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    Samael''s brows rose as cracks marred the air. It was hard to explain how it looked, but let''s just say that it looked like a mirror had just shattered.


    From those rifts, huge amounts of void matter seeped out, swarming the boy in their embrace. Yet, Samael didn''t feel fear. In fact, he felt familiar with it. He felt comfortable as its warm touch lingered in his skin, even though his body was literally getting destroyed. Yes, destroyed. But his visage remained unperturbed. Samael didn''t know why, but his suspicion was that this was the work of the "power" he received. After all, how can you fear your own element?


    It didn''t take long for his body to fully disintegrate as his vision was shrouded with darkness. However, he wasn''t unconscious. Samael could think, but all his senses were cut off. In some way, it felt quite relaxing.


    The dark matter breezed in the air, swirling as they formed a onyx black cocoon. However, unlike its counterpart back in the ruins, it remained tame and calm.


    CRACK!


    Small luminescent cracks bloomed in its surface, marching as it covered the cocoons entirety.


    Piece by piece, the cracks fell. Swept by the wind as they vanish unto the unknown. Eventually, what was left was Samael''s vessel in a fetal position.


    His body hovered inches above the earth. As he bore eyes on the world before him, he cannot help but wince, his forehead creased.


    His vision... was changed. He opened them once more and laid gaze on his surroundings.


    Everything felt magnified. He could see how the winds blew, the dust stir and the drops of water in the grass. Not only that but, Samael felt taller. Way taller than he used to be. His hair also grew longer, draping over his shoulders. He felt energized, he felt... alive!


    The boy couldn''t help but crackle as he felt the vitality in his veins. If only I have a mirror... He thought as he looked around and spotted a small pond.


    Approaching it, Samael glanced down only to recoil in utter disbelief.


    Is this... me? He wondered as he touched his face in disbelief. All his wounds and scars were gone. There was not even a single trace. His malnourished body was now blooming with life. There were even some muscles starting to form. Samael held back the tears of gratitude for the Void. This was not just a chance, this was a new beginning. A chance to redo everything, to fix all his mistakes.


    Samael never thought he would look normal again.


    There were some changes, though. His pitch-black iris had a tiny hint of red in it.


    After enjoying his new looks, Samael returned his focus to other important matters. He still didn''t know what this "legacy of the void" was. But he wasn''t worried. The guide sought to help him, not harm him. Without doubt, he chose to inherit it with all his heart.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Inheriting [the Legacy of the Void]...</td>


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    Samael felt something hot rise in his chest. It gradually spread, rippling through his arms and limbs, until his entire body felt submerged in scorching flames.


    His body shook, his hand clasping his chest tight, leaving scarlet marks on their smooth surface¡ª A cold sensation resonated in him, bringing a halt to the unrelenting heat.


    He sighed in relief, his shoulders slumping down. He got scared there for a moment. However, his visage paled once more as dozens of notifications bombarded him.


    It was going to be a long morning for him.

 CH10-Multitude of changes

    Samael winced, a deafening ring shrouding his ears from the constant notifications he received.


    He still wasn''t used to the high-pitched bell sound it produced. Nonetheless, he glanced at the floating screens in front of him, glimmer dancing in his eyes. With how much the race change had benefited him...


    Samael rubbed his hand together, a wide grin etched in his face.


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    <td>Successfully inherited: [The legacy of the void].</td>


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    Received the following title: [Loved by the Void]


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    His brows raised as he inquired. "What''s this title for?"


    He knew what a title meant for humans. In nobility, it typically signifies a person''s status or is a proof of strength. Just like how a commoner would bow down before someone titled "Duke" or "Dragon Slayer," But by now, Samael already etched in his mind that the system held a different logic compared to what he knew. So he must be cautious about what he does and make sure to understand before moving.


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    Titles are powers, blessings, or curses sealed in words using [REDACTED].


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    Another sensitive information huh? Samael shrugged. There was no point dwelling over it. Besides, he already knew what he wanted to know anyway.


    What does mine do? He asked the system


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    [Loved by the Void]


    -The abyss is with you, as you are with the Void.


    EFFECTS:


    ? Ability to converse with void creatures


    ? Complete affinity with the void element


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    A wide smile slithered its way to his face. Complete affinity with the void element? That''s what he''s been waiting for! All these years he yearned for power, and now its in his hands.


    "But first... let''s get this out of the way." Multiple glowing panels beamed on his face.


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    Detected the inheritance of [the legacy of the void].


    Authority level increased! You have unlocked new features. Namely: [Status screen] and higher access to sensitive information.


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    Status screen? Samael wondered.


    As if sensing his confusion, another panel warped in front of him.


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    [Stats]


    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the Void]


    Age: 8 Years and 3 months old


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Condition: Good, healthy


    STATS


    STR: 9.2


    SPD/AGI: 8.7


    CONSTITUTION: 11.5


    SPIRIT: 12.4


    CHARM: 6


    ?SKILLS [+]


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    Samael jolted back, his eyes wide as he glanced at the hovering screen.


    He carefully read the contents, his eyes narrowed down as he gazed at each the letters.


    Does this perhaps show me my strengths and weaknesses? It does show my condition, though, which is pretty helpful. The boy imagined that this could probably tell if he''s poisoned or cursed, which can be very helpful in the long run.


    "Guide¡ªEh. Maybe we should call you a different name?" He proposed. He just didn''t feel like calling his companion "guide" or "system." It left a bad taste in his mouth.


    The system sat in silence. Thus, Samael proceeded with his plan.


    "From today on, I''ll call you Codex! It sounds a lot cooler, and given your vast knowledge, I think it suits you!" The boy spoke, his tone brimming with excitement.


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    <td>A new name was registered. From Guide ---> Codex</td>


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    "Great." Samael exclaimed, a grin plastered on his face.


    "Now back to my question earlier. What do str, spd, and all these words mean?" He asked.


    "Also, please simplify it." He pleaded with a red tint on his cheeks.


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    STR: stands for brute strength.


    SPD/AGI: acceleration, deceleration speed, reaction time, running speed,


    Constitution: durability, health, immunity against elemental damage,


    Spirit: mental strength, soul strength, determination, thinking speed


    CHARM: Charisma, Looks, Persuasion,


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    "Wow, so it has everything covered." The boy muttered as his eyes darted back and forth.


    Unbeknownst to him, his stats far exceed those of the same age as him.


    The stats of kids his age are usually around 2¨C3. While adults range around 4-5. If that person has received some form of basic training, they can reach up to 6. However, this doesn''t apply to other power holders. Those who train themselves hard and are blessed with great elements can reach up to two digits, sometimes even three. Of course, that is only if they put extreme effort into their climb to power.


    Samael digested the information without much trouble. After all, the system has already simplified it to the best of its abilities. There was a problem though, he was still at a loss for how to interact with this power of his.


    Perhaps by thinking of basic commands? He wondered. The boy released a mouthful of air. There was no harm in trying it. No one will judge him... Right?


    Here goes nothing... Codex, open skills! He commanded.


    A panel materialized before his eyes, hovering high in the air. His eyes jolted wide, his jaws hanging low.


    The boy looked at the skills screen with low expectations. He didn''t want to disappoint himself if he had no skills whatsoever.


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    [Skills]


    ?Overdrive (Innate): Allows the user to enter a berserk-like state. Improves physical capabilities but can damage the body of the user. [+]


    ?Superhuman senses (innate): the basic five senses of the user are enhanced. [Passive]


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    His eyes widened in glee, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    He actually had skills!


    Samael punched the air, his visage blooming in happiness.


    After his small celebration, the boy finally sat still and calmed down. Now that he paid attention on his skills, there was something odd about them. The enhanced senses were understandable. He had it since he was a child, but this "overdrive"... He never knew of its existence until now.


    He had so many questions about it. When did he obtain it, how did he obtain it or why this skill in particular? Is it that "power" I use whenever I''m in great danger? He didn''t know. But he set aside those meaningless thoughts for now. What matters is that it was his and his alone. This was something no one could take away from him.


    Unfortunately, not everything is rainbows and sunshines. The skills description was worrying. Risk damaging his body in exchange for a boost in power? That sounded like trouble. The boy shook his head, etching a mental note in his head to avoid using this skill often until he managed to learn more about it.


    Now there was one last thing that bothered him.


    "What is this?"


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    [Void Spawn [-] ]


    Evolution progress: Tier 0 Mark 0


    Marker: 0/50


    Special trait: Heir type


    -A species of void beings capable of extreme destruction and power.


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    Ughh...  Samael sat down, his hands massaging his temples. He felt dizzy with all this information. He hasn''t even fully absorbed the fact that this is all real.


    "...Codex, care to explain?" He asked in exasperation, the throbbing in his head not helping in the slightest.


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    The marker function is available in the race and affinity panels. It allows the user to see their progress on their evolution and elemental level.


    In order to increase your race marker, the user must absorb essence, or void essence, to be precise. However, this doesn''t apply for the void mastery.


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    "And how exactly...?" Samael asked, his forehead creased tight.


    The guide went silent, as if in disbelief of his stupidity, before replying.


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    <td>By personally slaying an enemy, the user can devour the essence of the creature. As for the element, there are various way. Such as repeated use of element, submersion, emission... Etc. </td>


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    Samael''s forehead creased. He ran his eyes over the explanation of the Codex. He didn''t understand what this essence was or how to even devour that same concept.


    Samael shrugged and checked for other notifications. He''ll just leave this complex topic for the future. He''s getting tired just listening to it.


    Seeing that he had already finished everything, the boy commanded the codex to close the panels.


    I''m starting to get used to this. Samael thought. Rising to his feet, he dusted himself¡ª When he felt friction in his movements.


    Hmm?


    "Oh, come on! Really?!" Samael exclaimed. Apparently, he grew too big for his clothes and tore them. Now it looked like a rag slung over his body. It looks like I''m going to need some clothes first.


    ***


    Samael grunted, his hands white as snow as he tightly slung the rabbit hide in his body.


    He had to improvise since he had no spare clothes that could fit him. Luckily, he already knew how to do this, so it didn''t take that long. It was however, boring.


    While hunting, he noticed a sudden decrease in the difficulty of his hunts.


    Somehow, his speed far exceeded those of the crimson rabbits, making his hunts mere childs play. Not that he was complaining, though.


    There was one thing bugging him. He lost his bag in the ruins and never saw it again. All his weapons and rations were there. This left him with nothing, no food, water, not even weapons! Maybe it was true that every fortune comes with a price.


    Samael lay above a tree branch, the cold wind wafting through his disheveled hair. He gazed at the stars, on his palm nested a ruby-red necklace. The only item he had left. He was thankful that it wasn''t taken away from him. After all, this was the only proof of their promise.


    Samael sighed, shutting his eyes tight. Please be safe...


    When the golden hue of the sun peeked at the horizon. Samael wasted no time. There was uncertainty in his heart, but he didn''t let it drag him down.


    His direction was the same as before. Towards the direction of the rising sun. He figured that if Lilith was indeed missing, then he could ask for help in her village, or maybe, just maybe, she''s already there.


    He did notice something else. The forest is eerily quiet. He hasn''t seen a single bird nor bug in the last few hours of his voyage.


    A cold shiver ran down his spine. In all the time he spent here, these signs usually meant one of two things: Either he was in a predator''s hunting territory or something was after him. Something of great horror.


    Samael perked his ears, his eyes narrowed down. Sure enough, he could feel the silent shifting in the shadows and the watchful eyes that held malice, carefully observing his every movement. The boy silently cursed his luck. He had no weapons or tools; how was he going to fend for himself?


    Samael hastened his pace, cold sweat drenching his back. He bolted through the trees, merging with their towering shadows, but whatever was chasing him was persistent. Even after all his attempts, the thing was still on his tail.


    Does it want to eat me that badly?! His mind raced. The boy wiped the cold beads of sweat from his forehead, casting brief gazes at the dark crevices of the forest. He failed to see anything, but his senses told him otherwise.


    If I can''t lose it, then I''ll just have to lure it out. He decided.


    Samael took a deep breath, his foot digging deep in the earth as he propelled himself. The wind whipped his face, blowing away his dark hair.


    His eyes widened. He knew that there was some increase in his physical performance after the change, but he didn''t think it was this much!


    On the corner of his eyes, a shadow darted from the crimson trees. Galloping towards him with haste.


    His mouth curved to a smirk.


    Samael glanced over his shoulder. He grimaced at the sight of the creature. Its appearance took that of a hybrid fly and praying mantis.


    It had a wide elongated claw, similar to that of a praying mantis, but its head took the form of a fly. Its skin shone green with spiky protrusion coming off its back.


    It was one hell of a sight. Not to mention, it was fast too! It was easily catching up to the boy without much trouble.


    "Tsk" Samael braked with his foot, swiftly taking a sharp turn.


    The abomination tilted its head, its eyes locked on Samael''s silhouette.


    With its massive body, it struggled to shift sideways, falling forward with a thundering explosion. Sending billowing patches of dirt skyward.


    The creature shook its head, planting its claws in the dirt as it rose to its feet.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed. Hmm... I see, so its body is not agile enough. He concluded.


    The boy kept making sharp turns, playing with the weakness of the beast. This act enraged the creature.


    It let out a blood curdling screech as it swung its scythe-like claws in a fervent frenzy. The crimson trees were diced, the sharp raptorial legs of the beast cutting through them like butter.


    This sight alone would send an ordinary person to shock.


    That would be if he was ordinary.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. He glanced at his hand, thoughts and emotions running wild in his head.


    It was odd. Not the events currently transpiring, but rather, how he felt.


    He felt no fear.


    No hesitation.


    No pity.


    What was happening with him?


    He came to halt, his gaze landing on the frenzied abomination. It succumbed to its anger, and now it''s nothing but a mindless creature. Perhaps it can serve as a lesson for him, to never succumb to his anger.


    Samael bent down, picking a sharp stone and weighing it in his hands.


    This will do. He hauled his arm back, his foot planting behind him as he launched the stone forward.


    It zoomed in the air, landing on the beast with a thundering explosion.


    The monster roared at the top of its lungs. Lines marred the surface of the abominations head.


    Samael swallowed hard as he witnessed how the stone was pulverised the moment it struck the creature''s body. It appears his deduction was correct.


    Sprinting swiftly, he dashed to a different location. Taking great care to conceal his whereabouts, before catapulting another stone.


    The projectile flew in an arc, breezing in the air¡ª The creatures raptorial claws swiped forward, eradicating the stone to dust.


    It jerked its head towards his direction, and with a mighty roar, it galloped towards his position.


    Samael observed the beast with laser focus, his visage unperturbed. The beast yanked its claws forward, forming a makeshift pike.


    Samael''s lips quivered, a smirk slithering to his lips.


    The boy nimbly weaved to the side. This time, he remembered to place his foot right so he didn''t tumble like before.


    The monster flew past him, colliding with a tree in an ear-numbing explosion. Forming a small dust cloud.


    As the dust settled, its silhouette came to view.


    Samael''s jaw fell open. The beast flailed around, its body lodged between the towering crimson trees, unscathed.


    As expected, its agility is low, but its stupidly hard armor makes up for the flaw. Samael grunted in exasperation.


    Samael''s gaze darted back and forth, scanning the horizon for any available weapon.


    His vision sweeped past the splintered trees, landing on a tree branch imbedded in the earth.


    That will do.


    He took the branch and tightened his grip, ripping it in half, forming a makeshift spear.


    He glanced at the beast, searching the its body for a gap.


    If this creature could run that fast but have such great armor, then surely there will be gaps in its joints. That was his target, and surely enough, he was proven correct.


    A small area in the abominations legs nested a patch of crimson flesh. Squirming under the guiding protection of its unyielding armor.


    He lowered his stance, thrusting his foot against the ground as he darted forward, closing the distance in no time and with all his strength, he plunged his improvised weapon, piercing the green flesh of the creature.


    With his newfound power combined with his momentum, the beast''s limb was torn apart, soaring in the sky before landing with a loud thud.


    The creature released an blood curdling cry. Its green blood spurted like a fountain, quenching the thirst of the crimson grass.


    Fueled with pain, the beast roared utter rage, escaping through its imprisonment. It swung its raptorial legs in crazed panic.


    The beast swung in a frenzy, uncaring for the damage it was causing. For the first time in its long life, it felt a threat to its existence. A real danger that can kill it. Consumed with fear, its primal instinct took control of its body.


    It is said that when a creature is cornered and left with no choice, it will enter a state of berserk. That''s where the beast kin derived their unique skill, and the same can apply to Samael.


    His skill was somehow similar in origin. He faced death so many times that his body succumbed to its instincts and developed this peculiar trait.


    The repeated threat to his livelihood forced his body to awaken this primal instinct that all creatures possess but not all have access to.


    Strangely, Samael didn''t feel any distress or panic. In fact, he felt quite the opposite. He felt nothing. No pity, no anger, no fear. Just pure laser focus.


    He wasn''t like this before. At least until his recent race change. Did his heritage or evolution change him?


    ...There was no point in asking himself such a meaningless question. There was a change. Something in him was awakened, or rather, waking up. A dormant personality that finally found the strength to open its eyes. And he didn''t know how to respond to it.


    Samael flinched as he broke from his stupor. His palm grasping tight his ruby red necklace. A faint voice resonating in his ears.


    An imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was him. He promised to never succumb to desperation again. He could only embrace himself and look at the brighter side of things. After all, how could he feel hopeless when Lilith''s promise is there to keep his monsters at bay?


    It was time to finish this fight.


    "Let me end your misery." Samael muttered in a solemn tone.


    The makeshift spear hummed in the air as it descended in a swift thrust, stopping its movement once and for all. Its body went limp and fell down with a soft thud.


    It was over.


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    Samael winced as an odd sensation assaulted his head. It was like something was forcefully rammed into his brain without his permission, and it felt absolutely uncomfortable.


    Weird letters forcefully etched themselves on his head, giving him a mild case of migraine.


    Those words slowly morphed, allowing him to understand their meanings. It carved itself deep in his mind as if these information was his all along.


    Is this the function "devour"? He wondered. He didn''t know what to do with the newly acquired ability. However, his body acted on its own volition.


    Following what the system told him, Samael raised his hand and said:


    "May your soul find peace and solace under the watchful eyes of the Void"


    "Devour..."


    The corpse of the abomination liquidised. Its skin tore from its body, followed by its bones and flesh, evaporating into a blood mist.


    From its husk, an onyx black energy swirled, forming a small dark sphere. Hovering above his palm.


    Samael gazed at the black orb, its mystical glow bathing his eyes. He instinctively knew what this black sphere was.


    It was void essence


    He felt the power that resided in this pebble-sized orb. So he did what he felt was right.


    He absorbed it.


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    Devoured Void essence of "Krueger" +3


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 CH11-Frustration

    Samael sat on a log, his hands clasped together. His eyes were distant as the blue illumination of the Codex panels reflected in his pupils.


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    [Void Spawn [-]]


    Evolution progress: Tier 0 Mark 0 Marker: 3/50


    Special trait: Heir type


    -A species of void beings capable of extreme destruction and power.


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    Now that makes sense. Samael rubbed his eyelids as he released a mouthful of air. It appears that this climb of his will be something of hellish proportions.


    If he has to kill monsters in order to gain power, then this whole ordeal will be a bloody mess. Well, it''s not like he didn''t expect this to happen, but not this soon.


    His eyes narrowed down, thoughts wreaking havoc in his mind.


    Does this skill work on normal animals? Is there even a limit on who or what I can absorb? How about on... Humans...? While he wasn''t completely against killing monsters, the same cannot be said for the mundane lives of people.


    He made a vow to only make a move against human life if and only if it was necessary.


    He shook his head, ridding himself of unnecessary thoughts.


    Nothing changes. He isn''t leashed anymore. He is the master of his own fate now. He will only follow his will and his own heart.


    Samael stood up and dusted himself. Before he leaves, he wants to first understand his power. It will never truly be his if he doesn''t tame it.


    He slowly shut his eyes tight, seizing all movements. He felt himself. The way his chest rose and fell, the sensation of the cold wind brushing his skin, and the distant silence engulfing him... But there was something else. Something new that he has yet to use.


    In the codex, it told him that he had complete affinity with the Void. He could guess that it was an element of great power if it could transform him and mold him into something totally different.


    Such a magnitude of power is great and all, but it comes with its own risks.


    There are some cases where elemental holders, or echoes for short, undergo implosion.


    The element they obtained deemed them weak and undeserving of their power. Thus, they rebel in hopes of breaking the shackles that hold them in the bodies of their wielders.


    The damage it causes to everyone and the person itself is devastating. He has personally witnessed one of the kids back in the lab go mad as his element destroyed everything, including its bearer.


    He could still vividly remember how the boy''s body illuminated in blinding light, engulfing the room in its radiant glow as streaks of lightning lashed upon them. In the end, he left in a thundering explosion, taking with him those children unfortunate enough.


    Samael couldn''t even imagine what he would do to himself if he hurt Lilith because of his inability to control his power.


    He didn''t trust or liked his luck. But only this time did he truly wish that, for once, something would go his way. There''s no point in dragging this out anymore.


    Beads of sweat meandered down his forehead. Samael stood in silence as he tried to forge a bond with the enigmatic power residing within him.


    His attempts were fruitless at first, but his endeavour was far from over.


    Samael''s brows furrowed, his fist shut tight. His attention solely focused on the flickering sensation resonating in his soul.


    He tried again and again and again until... a change occurred. A small flickering flame that ignited in his heart.


    He tilted his head, cold sweat drenching his back. That small ignition was all that he needed.


    His chest galloped, akin to a boat in the middle of a storm. That small spark nested in his chest, burning brighter by the second. Eventually, it towered in infernal rage, shrouding his body in blistering heat.


    Unbeknownst to Samael, small specks of Void matter seeped from his skin, swirling as they weaved in the air. Everything it touched withered away.


    Samael gritted his teeth. His body trembling as he steadfastly tanked the onslaught of pain. It wasn''t physical¡ªno¡ª it almost felt as if it was going through him.


    Unable to take the pain anymore, his eyes jolted open, only to feel his blood run cold.


    A being of endless darkness towered over him.


    He has seen this before.


    When?


    How?


    Back in the ruins...


    Yes, he remembers now.


    That stone tablet.


    He stood on the palm of this creature. In the far corner of this plane were five towering monoliths.


    No, not monoliths.


    Fingers.


    It was this being''s fingers.


    Samael felt a shiver run down his spine, his hair stood on ends, and his breath hitched. Was he supposed to fight that?


    Sensing his presence, Samael''s blood froze as he felt the watchful eyes of the Void peering through him.


    He swallowed hard, summoning his last remaining courage.


    His eyes landed on the behemoth, meeting its gaze with defiance.


    There was nothing but utter silence. It was a creature that merged with the unyielding darkness; its formless silhouette paired with its scarlet eyes peering over all was enough to send fear in the hearts of its adversaries.


    Yet his instincts didn''t warn him of danger. There were no signals to run nor cower in fear. So he stood tall and prepared himself for the worst.


    He knew that there was no possibility of winning against this being. After all, how can you defeat nothingness?


    The creature''s gaze narrowed, darting over his body. And contrary to its looks, its eyes showed great reverence and... Love?


    The being''s eyes were gentle as it laid eyes on him. The reaction he was waiting for never really came.


    It raised one of its many arms, gently caressing his cheeks.


    His fear faded as fast as it came; it was replaced with an unfamiliar connection. A bond that nested in his soul. This was his power, and it was telling him to never doubt it. For he is doubting no one but himself.


    Samael held the creature''s hand, its warmth enveloping him. As he closed his eyes, he felt the love he has always yearned for.


    The love of a parent to his child.


    One that he has lost far too long ago.


    Opening his eyes, he was back in the forest. Or at least the aftermath of the destruction he caused.


    He stood on desolate land. Its former visage gone. The once lush crimson forest reduced to but mere sparks of dirt treading in the air.


    Yet, there was no more uncertainty in his heart.


    His gaze landed on his hands. He felt that warmth¡ªthat bond nesting in his soul. This is his power.


    He raised his palm, his eyes shut tight. He called forth that warmth, resonating with it. It slithered down his arm, flowing ever so gently. He could feel it... the love and safety that came with it.


    The winds bellowed and the dust stirred as void matter seeped out of his hand.


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    It took the form of a smoke, steaming out his hand before fading into the unknown. It left no sound, nor trace of its existence.


    His eyes narrowed down. A question lingering in his mind. Why did it appear as such? It was far different from the power he witnessed that the Void was capable to conjuring.


    His eyes widened. He released a mouthful of air. Perhaps this is what the codex meant by "assisting" him in his journey.


    The codex told him that increasing his mastery is the way to the peak. Maybe one day he''ll be able to wield such great magnitude of power.


    He closed his hand and watched as the onyx black steam faded.


    "Maybe, one day"


    ***


    Samael continued his journey east. His brain blowing steam as questions bombarded his mind.


    What is the void element? He wondered. He has heard of many types of elements. Some rarer than others, but he has never heard of the element "Void." If his understanding is correct, void means nothing. So how can someone have an element of nothingness?


    He massaged his temples, a throb eminating within. So far, nothing''s been answered. Due to his lack of understanding of his element, he can''t use it to its full potential. Heck, he doesn''t even know what their effects are.


    To begin with, how can nothingness have an effect? Shouldn''t it be nonexistent? He released a sigh. This is pointless.


    He''ll have to understand its properties first before attempting stunts. That much is clear. How? He is absolutely clueless. For now, he''ll focus on finding Lilith''s village and asking for help there.


    Fortunately, Lilith left him with an important information. Runes, as long as he follows these intricate markings, he should theoretically find her village. Hopefully.


    Samael steadfastly moved onwards. Determination burning bright in his pupils. Each step purposeful and unwavering, testament of his strong will.


    The runes became a frequent companion the deeper he went into the forest. However, the forest remained empty and desolate of any civilizations. Only the engulfing silence that resided within it.


    Samael kept on looking and persisting. Hours would slip by his mind, and he would stop for the night only to resume in the first light. He didn''t stop, even if it rained or the sun was at its peak. This cycle repeated itself endlessly. Enough to drive a person mad.


    Days swept by, and eventually weeks went like a breeze. Unease has started to crawl into his heart, blurring his vision of where to go forward.


    Samael has been trying his best to distract himself from his worries. Yet they rooted themselves deep in the corners of his heart, eating away at his waning sanity.


    He knew in himself that the only way to relieve this anxiety was to find Lilith and make sure she was safe.


    By now, around 4 months have already passed since his last encounter with his friend. The heat of the summer season has already come, yet there is no warmth of safety in his heart.


    Samael tightly held a charcoal piece, scribbling on the piece of leather map he made, almost tearing it in the process. He gritted his teeth, lashing his arm forward, sending the makeshift pen to a nearby tree with a thunderous roar.


    In all the months he stayed in this forest, he never even once saw a glimpse of any village.


    He did make some progress, but it wasn''t nearly enough. He has traveled for so long and found out that the other side of this forest is devoid of any runes. That meant that this specific area was supposed to hold the hidden village. But there have been no signs whatsoever.


    He can''t help but feel frustrated. Mostly at himself. For his weakness and inability to help his friend. He felt... Worthless.


    Samael slumped down, casting aside the leather map.


    He has been constantly editing and re-editing that map as he continues to venture deeper in the crimson forest.


    He knew almost every nook and cranny of this place. Except for a village that he can''t find for some reason. He released a deep sigh, leaning back in exhaustion. He commanded the codex to show his status.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Name: Samael


    Title:Loved by the void


    Age: 8 Years and 7 months old


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Condition: Good, healthy


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    STR: 9.5


    SPD/AGI: 8.9


    CONSTITUTION: 11.5


    SPIRIT: 12.5


    CHARM: 6


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    [Void Spawn [-]]


    Evolution progress: Tier 0 Mark 0


    Marker: 47/50


    Special trait: Heir type


    -A species of void beings capable of extreme destruction and power.


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    In the past 4 months of struggle he has experienced in this forest, he has made some progress. Although not much, it was still from his hard work. His marker is also nearly full, and he is expecting something to happen as it maxes out.


    Turns out, hunting rabbits earned him 1 essence point, which eventually stacked up over time. Unfortunately, his progress was greatly stunted as anxiety and worries took hold of him. Today, he plans to finally get to the first tier and see what changes will occur.


    Aside from that, he has also been trying to experiment with his void element to try and answer some of his queries. Well, needless to say, it was quite fruitful.


    Apparently, his understanding of the Void isn''t all that far-fetched. There is only a little bit of a difference that he managed to bridge.


    The Void element is what you''d expect it to be. It''s nothingness. However, there''s more to it. It''s an element that is strong enough to turn its enemy into... Nothing. Complete erasure. That''s its main effect.


    The capability to ignore defenses and eradicate anything it touches, leaving nothing, not even ashes. Samael didn''t know how something of such power could exist, but he has it now, and it''s only right to use it in it''s highest potential.


    Regrettably, the speed of how fast and how strong the erasure effect of the Void matter depends greatly on his mark.


    In comparison, at his current level, he can corrode a flower in the span of 20 seconds. And that''ll only leave it with scorched remnants. But if the purest Void matter were to touch the flower, everything, even the pot, would be devoured. Perhaps it might even tear reality itself apart. Such is the paramount significance of potency.


    He has been constantly uncovering ways to train it as well. This is where one of his biggest hurdles came into play: energy.


    Samael can only release so much before he completely empties his tank. And trust him, emptying your reserves leaves you sluggish and weak.


    He did find out something from his constant use, though.


    Due to him always burning the last drop of his essence, he noticed that the amount of Void matter he could release and store has risen.


    But of course it would have its downsides as well. The higher Void element he uses, the faster his essence depletes. It''s akin to a candle evaporating against the raging flames of the sun.


    There is one last thing that he found out. The proficiency system for the Void element is highly different from his race function.


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    Void: Tier 0 Mark 0


    Control: Tier 0 Mark 0


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    Quantity: Tier 0 Mark 0


    -Marker: 6/20


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    Instead of having one, it had two separate functions. One for his control capability, and the other for how much he can release and utilize.


    So far, he''s been training both by constantly trying to manipulate void matter, which in turn ends up with him using his entire energy. The cons is that this method takes a lot of time and effort.


    When he asked about the elemental function. The codex said that the only way for him to increase his tier and mark is to level up both quantity and control.


    A tier 1 control and tier 1 quantity will turn his overall Void marker into a tier 1 as well. So if he wants to get stronger, there is no bias as to which he will train first. Well, it''s not like he was planning on focusing on only one aspect.


    Today, he didn''t use his void element and preserved his energy tank, or, as the codex likes to call it, his ethos. The reason is simple. In this hunt, he wants to try and assimilate his element in combat for the first time.


    He glanced at the sky and observed the position of the sun.


    Near noon. He narrowed his eyes and listened to the quiet rustling of the leaves. His ears flinched as he dashed towards the faint echoes in the forest.


    There he saw a bunny carelessly eating the crimson grass. Its snow white fur weaving with the wind.


    Samael lowered his stance, merging with the shadows as he silently lurked behind the creature.


    His gaze locked on the bunny. The creature''s ears flinched, raising its head, it glanced around, as if sensing something.


    Samael held his breath and ceased all movement. Fortunately, it didn''t seem to notice him as it went on its little buffet.


    Samael thrusted his foot forward, soaring towards the rabbit. The wind whipped his face as he flew akin to an arrow.


    The bunny''s hair stood on ends as it sensed danger looming near it. Not sparing a momentary glance, it bolted away.


    Not so fast! Samael chased after the creature¡ª A black silhouette zoomed towards him.


    He planted his foot on the ground, abruptly halting before taking a sharp turn. The shadow hovered inches from his face, nearly grazing his cheeks.


    He took a few steps back and fixed his gaze on the abomination.


    It was a snake. Its scarlet scales shone under the incandescent glow of the sun and is about 3 meters long.


    It hissed, hostility lingering in its tone as it slithered towards him.


    What the hell is that? He can''t help but wonder. This is the first time he''s encountered a snake in this whole forest, and it just had to be a monster. It looks like luck is trying to screw him over again.


    Samael took a step back as the slithering abomination inched closer towards him.


    His heart raced, cold sweat drenching his back.


    His brows furrowed. Yes, he felt fear, but it almost felt odd. As if it was only his mind playing tricks with him.


    He shook his head, his gaze fixed on the creature once more. There will be time to contemplated these changes. But that hour is not now.


    The snake circled him, its golden eyes glaring daggers at him. Venom spilling out of its malevolent fangs.


    Samael gulped as he witnessed how the grass eroded as it came into contact with the venom. Well, that''s not good.


    The air grew thick in anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, a cold bead of sweat meandered down his forehead. Seconds felt like an eternity as his gaze fixated on the creature. Silence took hold of the forest, their movements seized and their breathing hitched. The wind billowed, and the leaves danced in the air, landing on the earth gracefully. The scarlet snake lunged forward, its jaw wide open, ready to maw his face off.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he weaved to the side. Fast


    The snake swiftly took a turn as it hid within the shade the crimson grass. Samael darted his eyes back and forth, but his vision failed him.


    His ears perked up as he dropped to his knees. A black silhouette breezed past him, its fangs nearly imbedding itself on his neck.


    The snake descended down the ground, a small dust cloud dispersing from the earth. It hissed, swiftly turning around to deliver another attack.


    Samael darted back, but the snake whipped its tail forward. Samael planted his foot back¡ª A tree root collided with his soles as he fell with a loud thud.


    "Wha¡ª" His words were cut off when he came face to face with the scaly abomination.


    He raised his hands, forming a makeshift shield, and the tough, leathery body of the beast slammed on his forearm, sending him back. He hovered above the grass before making an impact on the earth. Stirring the dust and sending patches of dirt everywhere.


    Samael groaned, his arms trembling. He spat on the side and looked at the creature with bloodshot eyes.


    Clawing the dirt, he stood to his feet. Should I run...? His face contorted at the thought of running away.


    "No," He muttered beneath his breath. He''s done running away. He can''t even stomach the mere thought of it. To hell with his odds.


    Samael clenched his fist, onyx black steam seeping out of his skin. He glanced at his hands, a foreign boost of strength eminating within.


    Unfortunately, there''s no time to examine these new findings; his opponent is getting impatient.


    The snake hissed, it''s body slithering in a hypnotic manner. Fangs spilling with venom.


    Samael''s gaze locked on the beast. He strode forward, each step unyielding and resolute.


    The snake glanced at Samael, its eyes wandering towards the dark substance in his hands.


    It halted briefly, a cold shiver ran down its body.


    It released a grating hiss, its golden eyes morphing to a sharp slit. Akin to a spring, it''s body recoiled back.


    Samael stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed. What¡ª The beast zoomed forward.


    Samael jolted, his eyes widened. He jumped back, a black silhouette breezed beside him, tearing the cloak slung on his shoulder.


    Fast! He exclaimed. His eyes darted back and forth, yet there was nothing but the crimson grass. Not good...


    Samael closed his eyes, his breathing slowing down. He took a whiff, his ears perked up.


    The snake hid under the veils of shadow, slithering towards Samael with dark malice dancing in its eyes.


    Its body recoiled once more, eyes fixated on the boy standing idle in the middle of the forest.


    With a thundering clap, it streaked forward. It glided towards Samael, but it struck nothing but air. Below, a fist flew up, crashing against the beast''s jaw with a sickening crunch.


    The creature soared high in the sky before descending in an ear shattering explosion.


    Not wasting time, Samael sprinted forward, lashing his fist forward in a merciless myriad of punches.


    His fist dug deep on the creature''s scales, tearing them in a parade of blood. However, the beast shot its tail towards him.


    Samael jerked his hand back, narrowly blocking the attack. The tail of the scarlet snake drilled through his arm, inching a few centimetres below his flesh.


    As the searing pain shot up his arm, Samael''s jaw tightened. His flesh was already tougher than most, and with the coating of the Void, it''s reached another level. Yet, this creature''s attack still did that much damage.


    Trembling, he grabbed the tail of the monster, putting his weight behind his grip. Cracks reverberated in the air along with the blood curdling screech of the scarlet snake.


    With the abominations tail still lodged in his forearm, he yanked it back, his other fist shot ahead, blood staining his cheeks as it connected with the snake. A small shockwave diapering around him.


    Silence reigned once more.


    Samael fell down, his breathing ragged, his body drenched in gore and sweat. The snake, on the other hand, lay motionless. Its face caved in and appeared as though it were burned. While his Void purity might be low, it still didn''t change the fact that repeated exposure won''t cause damage.


    Exhausted, he raised his hand and opened his palm. He glanced at the dead beast one last time and uttered.


    "Devour"


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 CH 12-Aphemis Flamebright

    A codex panel showed itself to him. It held only a few words, but it was enough to put a smile on his face.


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    He closed his eyes and allowed himself to slip down. He lay motionless on the ground, feeling the grass sway under the wind. His breathing gradually easing down. He released a deep breath and spoke.


    "Yes, proceed"


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    Time ticked by as Samael lay in silence. His forehead scrunched up at the lack of action from the Codex. He opened his mouth when a cold, refreshing wave crashed through him. Making him swallow air involuntarily.


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    "Don''t mind if I do..." Samael pushed himself from the ground and sat down.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]


    Age: 8 Years and 7 months old


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Condition: Good, healthy


    ?STATS?


    STR: 12.5


    SPD/AGI: 11.9


    CONSTITUTION: 14.5


    SPIRIT: 15.5


    CHARM: 6.5


    ?SKILLS [+]


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    "What?!" Samael bolted up, his eyes jolted wide. This is incredible! His stats improved by a huge margin, far beyond what he''s expecting!


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    [Void Spawn [-]]


    Evolution progress: Tier 1 Mark 0


    Marker: 0/100


    Special trait: Heir type


    -a species of void beings capable of extreme destruction and power.


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    Samael held his head as he sat down slowly. A smile plastered on his face. First of all, the increase in his stats was absurd. That''s a 3-point addition! That''s equivalent to the force of a grown man! Not to mention, he was already stronger than trained adults when he got his first augmentation.


    "I wonder if I can hunt bigger animals now?" Well, technically, he has already fought foes of great strength such as the likes of krueger or bullet snake, but those were close encounters. As much as possible, he doesn''t want to risk things unless he gets a good hold of his power.


    But man... Now the counter needs 100 essences to fill up. This is going to take me so long. Samael sighed, feeling mentally tired at the thought of fighting a hundred or so monsters.


    There is this thing, though... Samael fixed his eyes on a particular screen. "Remnants...?" He said in confusion.


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    [Remnants] is a feature that allows the user to get a unique item that contains mystical effects by chance.


    Each item will have its own rank. The higher the rank, the better the effects.


    The rank of your remnant will also depend on the rank of the enemy you have killed.


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    I see, so it''s basically obtaining magical items upon killing an enemy. This was good for him. Since his major way of gathering essence is by killing, he can basically kill two birds with one stone. This is a win-win situation, no matter where he looks. He does have a question, though. "What do you mean by ranks?"


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    "Huh? If that''s the case, then why haven''t I seen anything of the sort?" he questioned. He has killed many creatures, yet he hasn''t seen a single droplet of this "rank."


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    "You¡ª I¡ª urgh..." Samael facepalmed himself. The Codex can be very cheeky sometimes. Even if it doesn''t mean to... Or does it?


    "Can you please turn on this function? Pretty please?" he humbly pleaded.


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    <td>Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]


    Age: 8 Years and 7 months old


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Awakened


    Condition: Good, healthy


    ?STATS?


    STR: 12.5


    SPD/AGI: 11.9


    CONSTITUTION: 14.5


    SPIRIT: 15.5


    CHARM: 6.5


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    A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He did have a few more queries, but there''s time for that later. He closed off the panels and gradually wiped off the smile on his face.


    A bigger problem still haunts him. Until he finds Lilith, there''s no time to dawdle around.


    "Where are you, Lilith...?"


    ***


    A beautiful, enticing woman strided in a breath-taking white hall. The floor shone, reflecting the way her tail swiveled. The walls were filled with portraits, their canvas shining with jewelry.


    She soon arrived in front of a wooden door, pushing it slowly and gently. Her every move exuded elegance and grace. Oftentimes she''s mistaken for a saint¡ª if it weren''t for the pitch-black horns imbedded on her forehead.


    She approached a red chair and sat down with a moan. "Ahh~ I can finally take a breather."


    She might look stress-free, but only those close to her know how much she carries. Mountains worth of paper work and pest problems are things she battles with almost every day, and with the recent events, things have gotten a lot noisier.


    "Hmm~?" She opened her eyelids, and a chilling atmosphere shrouded the office. Her eyes narrowed down, devoid of light and conscience.


    She tapped her finger once on the smooth surface of her wooden desk, and a figure slithered out from her shadow. The newcomer kneeled, his fist planted on the floor.


    The woman''s gaze landed on the man. A lone bead of sweat fell from the cloaked figure''s forehead.


    "Status report?" she asked, breaking the silence with her chilling voice.


    The man didn''t dare raise his head and do as he was told. "Our scouts have been patrolling as per orders. However, an unexpected variable has appeared. Someone has infiltrated into our territory¡ª Krgh!"


    A titanic pressure fell on the room. The whole office shook, and cracks started to blossom below the informant, his previous position now unseen as he struggled to keep himself from being turned into a mush of flesh.


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    "Tell me... and make it good... Why didn''t you kill that intruder? You, a captain personally recommended by Perona, failed to do your job of keeping pests out of my place...?" She questioned, her face contorted with rage. Her once mesmerising eyes now scarlet in hue amidst the darkness.


    "For-Forgive... me for my inco-incompetence! But the intruder''s case is... special!" He replied with great difficulty.


    The pressure faded swiftly, and the stale air flowed once more. The informant fell face-first as he gasped for air. Blood trickling down his mouth.


    The woman shifted in her seat. "Special...? Speak before I regret giving you this mercy."


    The informant hurriedly kneeled again. "The intruder is a kid. But he held something that belonged to the young princess. Or, to be precise, he wore the other half of her crimson heart necklace..."


    ...


    Suffocating silence shrouded the room. However, this was broken as the informant spoke once more "...Usually, we would have had no issue disposing of him and bringing back the little princess''s necklace, but... the necklace held the princess''s scent. She... branded it with her blood..." He gulped, carefully measuring his next words coming out of his mouth. "Thus we were unable to make a move in fear of harbouring the princess''s wrath."


    The woman''s laid back attitude vanished. Her eyes calculating and cold.


    "Leave," she commanded.


    The shadow remained silent, slithering back to the shadow of whence he came.


    "Perona," The woman uttered, her ice cold tone resonating within the room.


    A silhouette warped in front of him, her stance low as she elegantly bowed. Her slender figure draped with a Victorian maid''s dress exuded a faint aura of authority. Her dark hair, paired with her long eyelashes and thin lips, would''ve made others wonder if she was really a demon.


    "You called for me, Madam Aphemis?" Her tone held great respect and reverence.


    "Tell me your thoughts," Aphemis asked as she leaned back with a sigh. She is honestly tired of all these shenanigans happening at once. First, her granddaughters kidnapping, then the sudden rise of conflict with the ministry of those fanatics and now the sudden appearance of this boy wielding the necklace of Lilith, with her blood no less,


    Perona stood unmoving, akin to a finely sculpted doll as she replied. "I sense that there is more to this story than meets the eye. My belief is firm that there is no plausible way for this "intruder" to obtain the little princess''s necklace. After all, it''s imbedded with a powerful seal capable of killing even deities. The only one that holds authority to that item is her alone." She halted her words, as if lost in contemplation before resuming. "I believe that the little mistress has bestowed this boy the necklace personally."


    Pin-drop silence devoured the room.


    Lilith gave that boy that necklace...? But it''s impossible... Or is it...?. When they found Lilith, her condition was in fact the best she''d seen her granddaughter. Not to mention, she was practically unharmed, and that''s after being missing for months in the crimson forest. No one knows what sort of monstrosities lurk under the crevices of those trees. Even she is forced to tread carefully when delving deeper into those woods.


    She stared off into the distance before lowering her gaze. I see... She believed that the boy she found back then was nothing but a fellow captured slave, but it appears she was wrong. There is indeed more to this story.


    Plus there''s that... If that kid had just chosen to come with Lilith, he would''ve been killed in a flash. The thought of a human kid surviving the crimson forest is implausible.


    Then did he help Lilith find her way there? Did he survive the wounds he got from those corrosion rods? Aphemis clenched her jaw and released a "tsk". She has so many questions, but no answers in sight. She detest matters like these.


    "Perona, take over for now. I''m going on a walk." She said.


    Perona took a brief peek, her brows slightly arched. "I understood," she responded. All the maids and butlers in this house knew what her "walk" meant. Either she''s going on a rampage or dealing with something extremely conflicting. There''s no in-between.


    Aphemis bolted from her comfortable chair and strided outside the door. However, her direction wasn''t towards the exit; rather, she passed by a lush garden.


    Beyond that garden stood a house. It was neither big nor small, but just a humble one. She took deep breaths, her once freezing visage now overshadowed with love and care.


    Aphemis entered the abode. It wasn''t extravagant by any means. The walls are made of brown oak, while the furniture''s are few. Just a table, chairs, and other things one needs to survive.


    She came face-to-face with a white door. She stood there for a while, her hands balling to a fist as it hovered inches away from the wooden entrance.


    She sighed under her breath before knocking three times. "...Lilith, Grandma is coming in," she announced.


    She twisted the door knob and pushed the door open, revealing a small but tidy room. On the far corner of the room sat Lilith with her wheelchair.


    Her once lustrous black hair now dry and bland. The lush glow on her skin, now pale. Her ruby-red eyes, now glassy and lifeless, She was nothing but a mirror of her past self, and it aches for Aphemis''s heart to see her this way.


    She came closer, ever so slightly, and sat beside her. She took the girl''s hand on her own, feeling the numbing cold touch her skin. A pang of pain struck her once more.


    Lilith... She gently held the girl in her embrace, yet even that didn''t garner any response. She just sat there, unmoving and unresponsive. Her hand that tightly clung on her necklace was the lone proof that she''s still there, somewhere. Was she even really living? Aphemis caressed the girl''s head.


    She knows what to do now.


    ***


    Samael halted his steps, a roar escaping his lips. "Damn it!"


    He took out his map and scribbled another part out of it. Where the hell is this village?! Each passing moment he wastes is nothing short of torment.


    He sat down with a deep sigh, his hands cupping his face. Yet he stood again and continued his torturous search.


    Samael checked the lakes, the ponds, and the clearings. He checked the roots, the bushes, everything! Not even a speck of dust escaped his sight. But the only thing he found was bitterness.


    Time would pass in a blink, the dark veil of the night shrouding the forest in a breeze, marking the abrupt end of his manhunt. With his shoulders slumped, he would go back physically tired. Yet, even in sleep he finds no solace for his nightmares torture him endlessly.


    Samael went deeper into the woods until a small opening shone on his pupils . It''s a cave, or his house, if one would say. It wasn''t the best, but it''s all he''s got. Plus, it''s hidden, which keeps the danger level low.


    As he went near the entrance, he was forced dead on his tracks. The shadow of a woman danced on the walls, illuminated by a small bonfire. However, that wasn''t what caught his attention. It was because her silhouette had Horns.


    Samael raced towards the cave. As he got in, he was shocked silent once more.


    It wasn''t Lilith.


    His visage splintered, burning into ashes right before his eyes. However, a small kindle of fire still glew bright inside him.


    The woman casted a sidelong glance, her gaze fixated on Samael.


    He can''t help but flinch under her piercing gaze. But he stood steadfast. It irks him when someone challenges him and looks at him as if he''s insignificant. His stomach churns at the thought of it.


    The woman retracted her cold eyes and held a hint of... Approval?


    "So you''re Samael. Am I correct?" Her tone was melodic, enough to put someone to sleep under her stories. Weirdly, that wasn''t what he felt. His senses told him that this woman was strong, and incredibly dangerous.


    "...Yes, and who are you?" He hesitantly asked.


    The woman''s eyes shone sharp for a moment. "I am Aphemis Flamebright... the grandmother of Lilith Flamebright..." She halted for a second. "And you have committed a grave sin."


    Samael''s breath hitched as a titanic pressure befell his shoulders, forcing him to kneel, but before his knees buckled, a faint aura shot out of his body. It gave him just enough strength to stay on his feet.


    Something primal within him vehemently rejected the notion of kneeling. As if this was a notion of self betrayal.


    Samael stood strong and braved the danger in front of him. "What do you mean?" he asked with a shaky voice. The mention of Lilith tapped into his emotions.


    Without warning, the pressure shrouding the room was lifted. The air flowed once more.


    "It all goes back to when we found my grand daughter. She... She was never the same; she was scarred, in pain, and in fear. Not for herself, but for someone else."


    Aphemis pointed at the bewildered boy. "That someone else happened to be you"


    "Do you know the amount of pain you caused? The amount of suffering you inflicted on her? I know this seems unfair to you, but I''m also her family. And seeing her in such a state breaks my heart." She said.


    Aphemis''s expression seemed lifeless, but her heart said so otherwise. Only she knew how much she was holding back her tears.


    "You see, Lilith isn''t normal. I''m sure you''ve figured that out already. With all these "chaos witch" shenanigans. She was born differently. She''s a vagabond. A being born not out of the universe, but of its own volition. Discarded abnormalities that somehow survived on their own. This alone guaranteed a dark future for her. So I did what every grandmother would do. I devoted myself to protecting her."


    She paused, as if reminiscing about the past. "But some things never go as you intend. Some pests crawled out of nowhere demanding to hand over the chaos witch. They say that she will be the cause this planets doom. I say they''re spouting horse shit." Her face contorted in rage, her jaws clenched tight, producing a horrid grating sound.


    "It''s also because of those fuckers that Lilith had no childhood. People would only befriend her for two things: either to benefit from her status or to kill her."


    Samael''s eyes narrowed as he vividly recalled their encounter with the cloaked assailants. If it weren''t for them...!


    No... It''s my fault for being weak... He lowered his gaze.


    "She forced herself into hiding. She built a wall and pushed away those that wanted to help her. She hid her loneliness behind her smiles. Well, that was until she met you. You, a boy from some random place, came out of nowhere and decided to enter her life. To become a part of her." Aphemis gazed at the fire, its incandescent glow bathing her face.


    "Do you know that demons perceive emotions greater than humans? So much that even the feeling of losing someone is enough to cripple them. That''s the very reason we''re unsociable creatures. But those haven''t applied to her yet." A crack reverberated in the cave as dark lines marred the stone walls.


    "Every single night she would cry in her sleep, screaming nothing but your name. Her... Her dreams haunt her to the point she would rather not sleep. For there is no solace in her rest. She wouldn''t eat, talk, or even move!" She roared, her voice enough to shake his abode.


    "What happened... Killed my beloved granddaughter. What''s in my house is nothing but a husk of her." Her voice slowly died down.


    "But I''m still thankful to you. Because you showed her that not everything in this accursed world wanted to harm her. You saved her from the suffering called "loneliness,"


    "...But your job isn''t over yet." Aphemis stood up and walked over to Samael.


    She put her finger on his chest and said...


    "And you... you will bring my granddaughter back."

 CH 13-He who walks with darkness

    Samael sewed his mouth shut as he closely trailed behind Aphemis. His eyes dim, and his brows furrowed. His guilt consuming him akin to a boat stranded in the middle of a raging storm.


    Although he wasn''t idle these past few months, it pales in comparison to what Lilith had endured, and even if it isn''t entirely his fault, he can''t help but blame himself for all the pain that his friend went through.


    Samael and Aphemis treaded the forest with ease. The road they tackled wasn''t all that foreign to Samael, as he had already traversed this path countless times, but by some miracle of God knows who, they somehow ended up in a place he holds no knowledge of.


    Samael''s brow furrowed as he wandered his eyes in his vicinity. That can''t be right; I went through that road so many times, but there wasn''t this place near it.


    "Save yourself the trouble and forget what you saw" Aphemis interjected. "This place was made to be hidden, so it was expected you wouldn''t find it."


    Samael nodded stiffly. His face contorted as he realized he was wasting time and effort all along.


    With a heavy sigh, he delved through his bag, retrieving a small object nesting in his palm. It was a white hairpin. It wasn''t the most beautiful nor the most extravagant, but he poured his heart into crafting it. Doing so gave him solace in his hardest moments.


    It was composed of flowers he stumbled upon during his long journey and decorated with the horns of crimson rabbits.


    Why horns? Aside from the fact that their natural beauty far exceeds most, it is under the ethereal guidance of the celestial moon that they show their true splendor.


    "We''re near," Aphemis said, shattering the cold silence.


    Samael''s gaze shifted forward, his brow raising to an arch. What lay ahead of him... was nothing. It was the same myriad of trees towering over him.


    "As I said, don''t think too hard. The place is hidden as well." Aphemis spoke.


    Samael''s forehead wrinkled, a lone thought raging in his mind. Why is everything so hidden? From the moment they''ve set foot here, all he''s seen are traps and camouflage magic. Is it because of those cloaked assassins?


    Lost in his thoughts, Samael recoiled back as he collided with Aphemis. The demoness halted her steps and stood in the middle of a clearing. Her eyes peering forward.


    "...Are we here?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    Aphemis strode forward, her figure fading into the unknown. As though she was submerged and devoured by something unseen by the eyes of mortals.


    Another camouflage? Samael shook his head. Was there any point trying to understand what just occured? With the amount of traps lacing this forest, he won''t even be surprised if it''s another concealing magic.


    He took a deep breath, sending his foot forward, and to his surprise, it felt as though he was merely passing through air.


    Shifting his gaze forward, Samael''s breath hitched.


    The golden hue of the sun illuminated the myriad of flowers decorating the expanse. Their sweet fragrant scent weaving with the gentle stride of the wind.


    Ahead stood a mansion¡ªno, it was a castle, to be exact. Its towering walls, glistening white under the luminescent rays of the sun.


    The path forward made of finely sculpted stone gave a warm sensation under his soles, a weird but accepted change.


    "Focus," Aphemis said. "Time is of the essence. Right now, Lilith is probably on her usual walks, so this is the perfect opportunity."


    Samael tilted his head. "Why can''t I just meet her face-to-face?"


    "At her current condition, she is akin to a leaf under a storm, barely hanging on. If you, who was pronounced dead, suddenly appeared before her, the consequences would be no short of dire." She reasoned.


    Samael clenched his jaw, nodding stiffly.


    "Let us go; we do not have much time." The demoness thrusted her foot forward, dashing at superhuman speed.


    Samael released a mouthful of air, lowering his stance before dashing forward.


    Aphemis''s brows raised, her eyes hiding a sharp glimmer. What could''ve happened to this boy in the last few months?


    They breezed through most of the territory, except for one place. A garden, one decorated with tantalising flowers winding along the graceful dance of the butterflies.


    Samael sighed. I wish Lilith was here to see this with me.


    It wasn''t long before they stopped in front of a simple abode.


    He touched the walls, and by the lingering sweet scent alone, he could tell that this was Lilith''s place.


    Aphemis silently glanced at this scene. She didn''t hate Samael, or at least not anymore. After all, he was a victim here too. Not to mention, he gave his life in an attempt to save Lilith. Instead, she felt an excruciating desire to tear and mangle the corpses of those ministry whores.


    Those fuckers... Once I get my hands on their pope, I will feed him his cock and hang his skinless corpse on their front gate.


    "I will go now," Samael said, breaking the woman from her wrathful stupor. Aphemis nodded, and the boy pushed the ground propelling himself upwards.


    He gently landed on the wooden surface of the room. The warm sunlight gushed through the window as Samael stood motionless for a while.


    He took a whiff, that sweet fragrance invading his senses. The floor creaked under his steps as he made his way to Lilith''s table. This was where her scent was strongest.


    Samael sat down, allowing the silence to engulf him. His gaze fixated on the hairpin nesting on his palm.


    Gently, he rested the hairpin on the smooth wooden desk. He halted for a brief moment, a deep sigh resounding from his lips as he retracted his hand.


    Samael delved in his bag, gently taking out a folded piece of paper. One made from the bark of crimson trees.


    He caressed the smooth surface of the letter, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    He didn''t like farewells, but he knew the consequences if those that wish Lilith harm knows of his existence. He poses a threat not only for his friend but for him as well.


    Simply put, it was his weakness to blame.


    Samael grasped his shirt with his trembling hands. Mark his words; it might not be today, but the next time they meet, he will be able to protect her. But until then, he has no right to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her.


    ***


    Aphemis leaned back, akin to a delicate doll, as she listened to the harmonic dance of the leaves. Yet her mind remains shrouded in mountains of thoughts.


    Will this really work? She has considered every possibilities of what her decisions could incur. Perhaps Lilith will finally find solace and peace, or perhaps she will crumble under the raging torrent of emotions. She does not know.


    Aphemis''s face contorted, her brows furrowed. She despises this more than anything. The lack of capacity to do something, anything.


    In the corner of her eyes, a silhouette leaped from the window of Lilith''s abode, stirring the dust as he landed beside her with a soft thud.


    "Is it over?" Aphemis asked, her tone devoid of emotions.


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    Samael''s lips remained sealed. Yet, his eyes shone bright, a small spark of flame bathing his pupils in its radiant glow.


    It stood tall, steadfastly gritting its teeth under the raging storm of emotions hurling its way.


    Aphemis''s gaze softened as she shut her eyes with a soft sigh.


    Together, they stood within the gentle veil of silence, basking under its serene embrace.


    Aphemis pursed her lips. "Samael." She spoke.


    "If you were given a chance, an opportunity to grow stronger but with the cost of leaving your family. Would you take it?" She asked.


    "I will take both." Samael answered without a second thought.


    Aphemis''s eyes jolted open. Her brows arching upwards.


    I see... If that''s the case, then it might be a risk worth taking. Aphemis beckoned the boy to follow her. But the direction they took wasn''t towards the exit. Rather, towards the castle


    Samael''s eyes appeared as distant as the morning mist. Thoughts wreaked havoc in his mind. Lost in his stupor, he blindly followed Aphemis.


    The demoness snapped her fingers twice, breaking Samael from his thoughts. His eyes shifted forward, his gaze narrowed down.


    "What is this place...?" he muttered, his gaze darting back and forth. It seems like they entered a chamber deep in the castle. Where exactly? He doesn''t know; he wasn''t paying attention.


    Weapons of unknown origins hanged on the wall. Myriad of items sat idle in their glass cabinets, as though left in time, gathering dust.


    "This is my private collection." She halted her words briefly before resuming. "You may choose three items, but they will be limited to awakened and tempered ranks."


    Samael squinted his eyes and asked. "Why? Why are you doing this?"


    Aphemis chuckled sensually. "Let''s just say this is a form of investment; after all, you and I have common enemies."


    ***


    Samael wandered aimlessly. The luminescent glow of the codex bouncing off his pupils.


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    It seems I''m limited to items in my league or a level above me. It all makes sense to him. Perhaps choosing an item way out of his capabilities is a dangerous gamble as it may incur severe repercussions... or maybe Aphemis just didn''t want him to be robbed.


    A question lingered in his mind. How does he choose? He held no prior knowledge whatsoever regarding such matters. But Aphemis did gave him a piece of advice.


    You don''t choose the weapon, the weapon chooses you.


    Observing the weapons, he can''t help but label some of them as... odd.


    One of the items was an axe, labeled "Barbarians Rage." Its handle had spiky protrusions. Samael squirmed at the thought of grasping such a weapon.


    Meanwhile, one was a rock that could scream at you. When he thought things couldn''t get weirder, he saw a green pendant labeled "time stone." What was that even supposed to do? Tell me what part of the day it is?


    Still, he felt no connection to any of these objects. There were no "pull" nor calling.


    Unable to decide, Samael made his way back empty-handed.


    Raising to her feet, Aphemis closed off her book.


    "Hmm, so nothing caught your attention, huh?" She beckoned for the boy to follow, leading him towards a cabinet in the far corner of the room.


    Pushing the wooden cabinet aside with ease, a door lay bare in front of them. Aphemis gently winded the door open.


    "Come, follow me." She instructed.


    Setting foot inside, a gust of dust assaulted his nostrils, leaving him in a coughing frenzy.


    "Sorry about that. I haven''t been here in quite a long time. How long has it been... 300, 400 years...?" She muttered under her breath.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. his gaze piercing the back of the demoness. Just how old is she?!


    Aphemis glanced over her shoulders, a sharp glare fixated at him.


    They eventually found themselves in a room. Compared to its predecessor, this room seemed far more tame and simple.


    The weapons in this room were clustered together, leaving Samael with a question. "Isn''t this your main collection room? Why is everything so messy?"


    Aphemis''s chuckles filled the room. "Well, the weapons here all have their own wills. They refuse to be put in a glass box to be displayed as some form of trophy. Instead, they want to socialize with the other weapons... Well, at least most of them do."


    Samael nodded slowly, his eyes narrowed down. ...That''s not ominous at all.


    "Anyways, feel free to explore. You know where to find me once you''re done picking." She said.


    Samael wandered once more. His footsteps leaving hushed echoes across the underground chamber.


    As expected, I still feel nothi¡ª Samael felt a shiver run down his spine, a pressing weight dangling on his shoulders. His eyes darted back and forth, yet his efforts bore no fruit.


    "What...?" He muttered under his breath. What is this pressure...? He wondered...


    "Well, the weapons here all have their own wills."


    His eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the weapons laying idle, forgotten in time.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed, etching a piercing glare at the weapons.


    Upon closer inspection, the items held a thin veil shrouding their body. If it weren''t for his extraordinary vision, discerning their existence would''ve been nearly implausible.


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    [Inspect]


    The user may inspect an object and see its functions and descriptions.


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    Samael recoiled back, the lush glow of the codex bouncing off the retina of his eyes.


    A resounding sigh escaped his lips, crimson hue tainting his cheeks.


    Reading the new messages, his jaw fell wide open. His eyes widened as they weaved back and forth.


    "I had this all along...? And you''re just telling me now?!" Samael pinched his brows. No point dwelling over it.


    Glancing around him, his eyes caught the sight of a bow. That will do.


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    [Icarius Bow]


    Rank: [REDACTED]


    Type: Weapon [Bow]


    Description:


    "You promised you would take the moon for me, yet where are you now...?"


    Skills [+]


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    Now that''s just sad... Samael fell silent. That heavy, damp feeling that infects everyone around you. How can a weapon bear so much pain?


    With utmost delicacy, he placed the weapon back to its former place.


    Samael roamed blindly, his patience wearing thin by the second. He delved deep in the demonesses collection, yet he felt devoid of this "connection"


    "You failed again?" Aphemis''s voice trailed behind Samael. Her brows arching upwards.


    "I''ve searched the whole room, but this connection you mentioned is nowhere to be found." Samael replied.


    Aphemis released a deep sigh. "Come here" She beckoned.


    Samael inched closer Aphemis¡ª A sharp throb struck his forehead. Aphemis withdrew her hand back.


    "Why did you flick me?!" Samael snarled in exasperation.


    "Of course you won''t find this connection if you''re seeking it! It''s meant to call upon you." Aphemis explained.


    "Close your eyes," Aphemis instructed. Samael, skeptical at first, decided to comply anyway. He slowly let himself drown in the darkness.


    "Don''t focus on your bodily senses; instead, let yourself drift. Relax and you will understand." Those were her last words as silence devoured him.


    Aphemis leaned back, a smug smile plastered on her face as she watched Samael''s face furrow.


    Needless to say, it didn''t last long.


    A radiant light flew out of Samael''s body, casting shadows on the stone walls.


    What bullshit?! Aphemis jolted straight, her eyes widened in disbelief.


    Samael strided forward, each step resounding and purposeful.


    It can''t be right...? Aphemis''s visage contorted by the second as she watched Samael weaved and dodge every obstacles in his way.


    But this is unfair! Arghhh!!!


    In order for someone to feel the call of a weapon or item, they must enter a state of enlightenment.


    They would submerge themselves in darkness and learn to overcome it to see the light. That way, they''ll be able to temporarily connect to their souls and thus feel the pull.


    She herself took months of hard work to even feel a slight connection, but this boy...


    "Arghh!" She wailed in a low voice, careful to not interrupt Samael''s trance. Unbeknownst to her, Samael was this fast for one reason.


    The Void.


    Samael''s affinity is with the Void. The never-ending expanse of the abyss. How can darkness shroud him when it lurks within him? How can his power defy him? Simply put, he had no need for light.


    Rather, the darkness was his light.


    Samael treaded in a lone direction. Nimbly wafting through the hurdles blocking his path.


    Aphemis beheld this sight with awe and jealousy. However, a stem of worry had taken root in her heart.


    Aphemis''s brow furrowed. This path...


    Samael''s brief journey led him to a weapon in the far corner of the chamber. One forgotten and buried in history.


    Aphemis clenched her jaw, her fist tightening. To think this weapon called to him...


    Samael opened his eyes, a smudge of confusion visible in their depths. How did he get here? What happened and what''s going on?


    He glanced at the demoness with arched brows. Yet, the woman simple shrugged at him.


    Aphemis has witnessed many enlightenment in her long voyage in life, but never one similar to Samael.


    A sigh escaped his lips. Samael casted his gaze at the spectacle bare in front of him.


    A handle pitch dark as the blooming night jutted out of a boulder, gathering dust in its slumber. It held no presence nor aura. His vision failed to see the familiar veil of emotions shrouding the other items. Oddly enough, it felt as though he''s gazing at a mirage. As if this weapon is nothing but an illusion.


    Yet, he knew deep in his heart that this weapon hides more than what the eye perceives.


    Samael''s hands shifted forward, his palms reaching towards the pitch black handle of the weapon when Aphemis grasped his wrist, locking it in place.


    "Measure your next moves carefully. This could change everything." Those were her warnings before she retracted her hand.


    Samael''s eyes lingered on her for a while before he took hold of the object. No matter what one might do, mysteries will always shroud the future. He can only brace himself and face the consequences of his actions. The path to power is not easy and laid-back.


    He tightened his grip, veins jutting out of his skin. He exhaled, and with one swift motion, he pulled the weapon out¡ªHis blood went cold. A cold shiver meandered down his spine.


    The putrid stench of rot and death permeated the air, along with the infernal rage of emotions stirring the wind.


    This emotion... He knew it well.


    Wrath...

 CH14-Relief

    Aphemis''s hair stood on ends, a cold shiver drilling down her bones. She felt a primal voice within her, warning her...


    RUN!


    She stomped the ground hard, swiftly dashing away. A lone bead of sweat meandered down her forehead, some drenching her back.


    Her eyes froze wide in horror as she stared at the physical manifestation of malice and wrath.


    A crimson dark veil shrouded the chamber, wreaking havoc on those near it. Cracks marred the stone walls, stirring the dust in its wake.


    Aphemis held her chest, her breathing disheveled. She glanced at her trembling hands. This was...


    Fear.


    A foreign emotion not even her death battles could invoke. Just what kind of hatred does that weapon hold to emit this much negative energy?


    On the other hand, Samael took the brunt of the impact. His body shook, blood oozing from his orifices. His muscles ached as they spasmed under the revolting rampage of the weapon. Yet, he didn''t let go. A single panel hovered in front of his bloodshot eyes.


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    Samael clenched his jaw as he roared deep in his mind.


    DO IT!!!


    A chaotic surge of wind galloped towards him. It lashed with unfaltering rage, sweeping away the chamber, weapons and Aphemis, akin to dust being blown away.


    Before his eyes, the chamber resting underneath the castle was devoured by the engulfing winds, in its stead stood a crimson field. Its vast expanse reaching as far as his gaze could perceive.


    Streaks of lightning hid under the blood tainted sky, leaving luminescent gashes across the heavens. That, paired with the foul smell of decay and rot froze Samael''s blood cold.


    Where the hell am I? Samael looked around. "Aphemis?!" He screamed, his voice leaving a trail of echo.


    CAW!


    Samael jerked his head upwards, his heart galloping like a stallion.


    Ravens flew high in the sky, their scarlet eyes carving a glare at him. They hovered above him, circling him as if he''s prey.


    It was just birds... Samael wiped the lone bead of sweat on his forehead.


    He shifted his gaze ahead¡ª In the corner of his eyes, a dark silhouette darted towards him.


    His eyes jolted wide as he ducked, the silhouette grazing his cheek, leaving a shallow cut. Samael winced as he dashed back.


    "What¡ª" Samael felt his breath hitch.


    His blood went cold as he bore eyes at the beast¡ªno, at that creature. It stood nearly 2 meters tall, its build was slender with elongated tentacles protruding from its body.


    Its had no skin, its flesh pulsating under the layers of blood oozing out of its body.


    It appeared like a bag of flesh, bones, and nerves slammed together in a foolish attempt to copy human form.


    Samael''s foot backed away. His breathing, ragged as he watched the creature''s faceless head squirm.


    As Samael blinked, the creature vanished. Glancing down, a shadow towered over him. Slowly, he cranked his head back, the gut wrenching face of the abomination greeting him.


    Samael kicked the ground hard, dashing forward.


    A searing pain struck his back. The creature''s claw cleaving deep in his flesh.


    Samael crashed towards the ground with a booming explosion, carving a spider web of cracks underneath him.


    The creature raised its feet, descending with unparalleled ferocity.


    Samael raised his arm, forming a makeshift shield. His blood blending with the crimson grass as he''s hammered down by the creature.


    The abomination grabbed his arm, the tendrils jutting out of its body clawing deep in his skin.


    Samael groaned, his jaw clenched tight. A muffled scream escaping his lips.


    His breath stagnated as his feet was uprooted from the ground.


    The creature''s face quivered, its fleshy face morphing to a crooked smile.


    It yanked its arm back before hauling him away.


    Samael tensed his body as he collided with the earth thrice before halting in a thundering explosion.


    Beyond the dust cloud, Samael lay motionless in a crater. He would be labeled a corpse if it weren''t for the shallow movement of his chest.


    Blood trailed down his lips, his vision gradually fading away. He could feel the cold embrace of death looming close.


    Yet, a strange emotion bloomed in his heart.


    The ravens in the sky flinched as they released a cry. The fleshy abomination halted its steps a few meters away from Samael. Its crooked smile withering away.


    Samael slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixated at the scarlet sky. The emotion raging in his heart asked a single question.


    Why do we fear?


    Samael felt confusion shroud him. This whole situation felt...


    Wrong.


    Why did he fear...? Was it because of death looming near him? But all his life Death was with him, watching over him.


    So why?


    The blooming emotion in his heart flickered, relentlessly consuming the fear shrouding his soul.


    Samael''s face warped, his brows furrowed.


    His eyes narrowed. Now he understands what this feeling is. It''s...


    Disgust.


    The mere thought of him cowering in fear... It irks him.


    From the dust cloud, Samael''s silhouette came to view. His visage devoid of emotions.


    The creature felt a shiver run down its spine. A heavy weight pinning down its shoulders.


    Samael cast a piercing gaze at the creature. "Why don''t you let me take over for today?" His chilling tone dancing in the air.


    The creature growled in hostility. The presence Samael gave took a massive turn. As though the person standing in front of this beast is entirely different.


    The creature flew forward, sending patches of dirt back. It breezed through the wind, claws ready to decapitate Samael¡ª The boy''s figure turned to a blur, an ear-shattering explosion echoed as his fist connected into the abomination''s face, sending it back a few meters back.


    Samael''s grip tightened, onyx black smoke seeping out of his fist. "It seems I''m still restricted."


    "Hmm?" Samael glanced at his trembling hands, his brows arching upwards.


    He sighed. "If only you allowed me to take over faster then you wouldn''t have had to endure this much pain." He spoke, shifting his gaze forward.


    The abomination rose to its feet in a rather eerie way. Without using its hands, its body hovered back up.


    Its body shook and an blood curdling screech thundered in the air. Dark steam billowed out of its face as liquified bits and pieces of its flesh fell off.


    Samael sneered. "Disgusting" He exclaimed.


    The creature crouched as it raced towards him at an astonishing speed. It brought down its slender arms, claws ready to mutilate him.


    BANG!


    The creature froze in place as Samael held its two arms in place. Its mouth was sewn shut as it trembled under his grasp.


    Samael looked at the beast, his glassy eyes sharp as a finely made blade. He tightened his grip, and cracking sounds left hushed echoes in the air.


    The creature roared in agony as it yanked its arm back, yet it felt powerless. The roles have changed now. He''s the hunter, and the abomination is the prey.


    Samael dragged the creature towards him, his knee lashing forward with a sickening thud.


    The abominations face caved in, its blood staining the already crimson earth.


    Samael retracted his arm, dark steam enveloping it as it descended mercilessly, tearing a hole in the creature''s chest.


    "Perish" Samael spoke. Putting pressure on his grasp, the throbbing heart of the abomination blew to pieces.


    It was dead.


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    Then everything turned black.


    The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ***


    "Sa..."


    "..Mael..."


    "Sa..El!"


    "Samael!"


    "Wake up, Samael!"


    His eyes twitched as he tried to block the glaring light of the basement. Aphemis blew a sigh of relief. She slumped down and wiped the lone bead of sweat meandering down her forehead.


    Samael glanced around, his brows furrowed, a smudge of confusion lingering in his eyes.


    Aphemis sighed. "You were unconscious for a short period of time after pulling the weapon out" She explained carefully.


    Samael fell deep in thought. Scattered remnants of what transpired in the domain fell like puzzled pieces in his mind.


    The blood red expanse of the crimson field, the cry of the ravens and the mysterious monster that ambushed him. He could still vividly remember all of it... Yet, an empty gap remained in his memories.


    Before he fell unconscious, he felt an inexplicable emotion rose from his heart. Accompanied by a voice asking him a question.


    What was the question...? He couldn''t wrap his head around it. But he remembers the last words it uttered deep in his mind before the gentle embrace of the Void took him.


    "Sleep, and I''ll take it from here."


    Who''s voice was it? He didn''t know. Everything is scattered like broken glass.


    A resounding sigh escaped his lips. Codex. He commanded.


    The radiant glow of the codex panels morphed in front of him.


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    I''m getting used to this. He thought. He has experienced the sudden influx of notifications so much that the chiming of the bell is now bearable, to a certain extent.


    Summon remnants He ordered.


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    [Remnants]


    ?Crimson Raven [+]


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    [Crimson Raven]


    Rank: Tempered


    Type: Weapon [Axe]


    Description:


    "Slaughter... Slaughter all of them. This hunt... This hunt is mine alone." A weapon previously owned by a hunter who held unmatched malice towards the god


    Skills [+]


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    Huh... I kind of expected that Samael thought.


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    Skills [Crimson Raven]


    ?Nurture [passive] [+]


    ?Feeder [Passive] [+]


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    [Nurture]


    Description: Allows the weapon to improve along with its user by feeding on the fear of its victims.


    Tier 0 Mark 0


    Marker: 0/50


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    Codex, can you elaborate how this function works? Samael asked, his forehead narrowed down.


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    I see... Neat, a weapon that can grow with you? Sign me in. He can deduce that such an aspect is probably rare in items. After all, he hasn''t heard much about objects that have the capacity to improve like humans.


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    [Feeder]


    Description:


    First effect:The more fear the enemy feels, the stronger the weapon becomes.


    Second effect: induces fear in your enemy.


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    His lips curled to a grin as he closed the blue panels. This was a bountiful encounter. Although it was dangerous, it did yield great rewards.


    The ability to grow? That meant that he wouldn''t need to replace his weapon every time he grew stronger. Not to mention, having the capability to influence how your enemy thinks could change the outcome of a battle.


    Overall, he is pleased. And now that all that''s gone, it''s time to see what the weapon looks like. But before that...


    "Aphemis, did you notice anything change while I was unconscious?" Samael inquired.


    Aphemis''s brows quivered for a moment. She shook her head and replied. "No, I didn''t notice anything out of the ordinary."


    But there was in fact something else. However, her evidence is too lacking to form a coherent conclusion.


    The moment Samael yanked the weapon from its slumber, a malevolent energy encased the chamber. But it didn''t just end there. For a brief moment, Samael''s atmosphere took a dip. The very aura he released shifted to something completely foreign to Aphemis.


    Whoever or whatever that was gave her a slight sense of danger.


    "I see, thanks for watching over me." Samael said.


    Lets get this over with. Codex, show me the weapon. Samael commanded.


    Wisps of light snapped in the air, distorting the space in front of Samael and Aphemis.


    The demonesses brows arched upwards. Her interest piqued by the sudden distortion in space. Is it a space ring?


    A small rift morphed in front of Samael, a black handle jutting out. He reached out to it, its dark surface fitting perfectly under his grasp. Gently, he withdrew the weapon out and marveled in its glory.


    The weapon was the right length for him. It wasn''t heavy or light, just enough. It had an onyx black handle that was strapped with a bandage-like grip. It had one black blade in front and a sharp tail in the back that mimicked the face of a raven. The beak serving as the pike. Its eyes gleamed red and released some form of miasma.


    Aphemis'' eyes squinted. Odd... She thought. A weird emotion blossomed on her chest. The longer she was in the presence of Samael¡ªor rather, the weapon, the stronger that feeling pestered her. Does it have some form of fear inducement? She wondered.


    "That''s a tactical tomahawk axe, if you''re wondering." She broke the boy from his stupor.


    Samael nodded, his gaze fixated at the weapon. With delicacy, he caressed the smooth surface of the axe and waved it a couple times.


    His brows furrowed.


    "Hmm? What''s wrong?" Aphemis asked as she noticed the deep frown on his face.


    "I... the weapon feels weird. Almost like I''m just swinging my arm." He swung it a few more times, and it felt as he described.


    Aphemis'' mouth opened a little. "I suppose you''re extremely lucky." She stopped, observing the way the boy''s brows raised to an arch.


    "That is called weapon familiarity. It''s when the person in question found the perfect weapon for them. And trust me, it''s not a quick process. Usually, there are many things to consider such as their personality, goals, physique, and many more. If you''re not lucky, then I don''t know what is." She followed.


    Samael glanced at the onyx axe, a small, imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It''s truly a bountiful day.


    In the end, Samael finished his small sightseeing tour with the help of Aphemis. The last two items he chose were greatly influenced by the instructions of the demoness.


    The second item was a utility remnant. It was a container that allowed him to store and purify huge amounts of water. The third remnant is also a utility type. It''s named Dragon''s Horde, which allows him to store mundane items and preserve their condition.


    Aphemis also gave him a change of clothes and some spare one''s incase he rips them again.


    ***


    "Thank you, Aphemis," Samael said. The two walked side by side. The demon was leading him to a chamber deeper than the basement itself.


    Apparently, she installed a teleportation rune below the castle. Unfortunately, the cost of using it is by no means cheap. The fact that it also scales with the distance troubles him, as the woman was thinking of sending him to a mundane town hundreds of miles away from here. He could only grimace at the sheer amount of resources the demoness will probably burn for this "short" trip.


    "Why can''t I just travel by foot or by horse?" he couldn''t help but ask. He already owes her too much.


    Aphemis didn''t entertain his question and immediately shot him down.


    "No, traveling by foot is already out of the question as the monsters that lurk farther from this place are stronger and more cunning. Also, the horses we have on this place are all... rare by mundane standards. You''ll get robbed the moment some unkind soul sees you riding such a horse."


    Samael just sighed, unable to rebuke the woman. If Aphemis said so, then there''s no point trying to make it work. I''ll pay her back one day. Yeah, one day... Maybe


    After some walking, they eventually reached a grand door, littered with runes etched deep in its pristine walls. When he tried to touch it, he was sent flying by his stupidity.


    When they got in, there was a circle lying in the middle of the room. On the edge are more runes, except they held a soft, luminous glow that filled the room with mysticism.


    The demoness ordered him to stay in the middle as she put in the coordinates. She also gave some heads up.


    "You might experience mild nausea and confusion after you land, so watch out for that. Also, good luck." These were her last words before Samael got flashed by a blinding light. Then everything felt like it was inside a wheel rolling at an alarming pace.


    When he opened his eyes, Samael had to run and vomit all the contents of his stomach. His face contorted as he wiped his mouth dry. Mild nausea, my ass!


    Samael vowed to never trust the demoness again.


    ***


    Aphemis remained hidden as she observed two silhouettes slowly make their way to the simple cabin.


    Her gaze were gentle and heavy as she observed the Lilith''s dull eyes, staring off into the distance. As if looking at what''s beyond.


    Perona held no emotion whatsoever, but her every move displayed great care for the small girl.


    Aphemis sighed. She could only wish for the best results.


    Perona and Lilith eventually made it back to their cabin, where she carefully led the girl to her room.


    Lilith remained motionless. The only thing signifying she was still alive was her hand tightly grasping her necklace, unwilling to let go no matter what.


    When they tried interfering, Lilith released the most gut-wrenching cry they''d ever heard. Ever since then, they''ve abstained from taking anything relating to what occured months ago.


    Once the girl had settled in her room, Perona did her usual routine of checking the room, except a voice intercepted her.


    Perona. A whisper licked her ears. She flinched and stood still, waiting for orders. Do not touch the room and leave at once. The dutiful maid gave a small nod and elegantly made her way out. Carefully avoiding touching anything. As per the instructions of the madam.


    The moment she closed the doors, silence veiled the whole room. The distant howling of the winds was the only thing accompanying the lifeless demeanour of the girl.


    Aphemis'' shoulders slumped. It failed... She thought. She turned around, intending to leave, when she sensed a subtle movement from her granddaughter. She hurriedly looked over, and her eyes widened in shock.


    Lilith''s usual dead eyes held a small glint. One that she had lost far too long ago. Her nose twitched as she weakly opened her mouth. Her voice barely audible. "...Sam...ael...?"


    Aphemis held her mouth in a futile attempt to stop herself from alarming the girl. Tears threatened to come out of her eyes.


    Lilith''s grip tightened on her necklace as she slowly glanced at her desk. With her shaking arms, she made her way towards it.


    Trembling, she picked up the hairpin on her table and caressed it before bringing it close to her chest. She then took the letter and unfolded it with great care.


    Dear Lilith


    If you''re reading this, I''m gone. Not dead, just gone. Sorry if that scared you. I just wanted to cheer you on even if I''m not there. So if you''re indeed reading this, that means I''m well and on my way to an adventure. I''m sorry for leaving your side twice. This journey is one filled with danger, and I do not wish to put you in its way. Almost losing you once is already painful, so spare me the pain. If you wish to ever come with me. Train, train until you''re strong enough. The next time we meet, we''ll take on this world together. Then, I will take you on a journey of our own. And remember our promise. If you''re ever sad, look at the stars and remember all the good times we had. That''s all.


    From yours truly. Samael.


    Droplets fell on the smooth surface of the paper. While the hands that held it trembled, not in anger or fear but in relief.


    Lilith sobbed silently as she felt the burdens pinning her shoulders lift. Her cries left echoes in the room. However, Aphemis answered her call and enveloped her in her protective embrace.


    Together, they let out the pain and suffering they had gone through in the past few months.

 CH15-The watchers

    A towering wall stood proud and mighty on the horizon. Its brilliance shone in Samael''s tinted red eyes. He wonders whether Aphemis really sent him to a normal city.


    He passed by multiple carriages on his way to the gate; all of them were decorated with precious jewels along with their glimmering golden walls.


    However, on the way inside, he was blocked by guards draped in silver armor. On their hand nested a spear twice his height.


    "Show us your identification card" The guard said. Their spears forming an impenetrable wall.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he delved in his Dragons Hoard remnant. He withdrew a silver plate the size of a stone with his name etched on its steel surface.


    "Is this it...?" Samael asked as he gave the guards the silver plate.


    The armored sentry closely inspected the card before handing it back to Samael. "You are free to enter..."


    Samael threw the card back to his storage remnant and went forward, uncertainty and curiousity lingering in his pupils. Even as a child, his family chose to live in a secluded place, one far away from cities such as this. The reason being? He doesn''t know.


    A spear planted itself before him, blocking his path inside. Samael halted his steps and shot a glance at the guard.


    "...And welcome to the sanctuary of silver, Erudicio." The guard followed with a small nod.


    The city behind the towering silver walls was bustling. People ran about their daily lives while the road was dotted with stalls of different varieties.


    Some sell fruits, fish, and vegetables, while others sell clothes and unique items. Mundane folks sang songs as they bartered and traded their goods, wide smiles plastered on their faces.


    The atmosphere here was too... Peaceful.


    A foreign and odd sensation for someone like him who spent the majority of his life exposed to innumerable dangers.


    He felt alone here. Perhaps because he hasn''t been in a city for years, or he simply misses the feeling of companionship.


    Lilith... No. He made a vow, and he intends to keep his word.


    He shook his head, banishing the worthless thoughts away. First things first, he needs money. In order to get money, he needs a job.


    A sigh escaped his lips. He sat down beside the alleyway and watched the people come and go, his eyes lost deep in thoughts.


    What job can I take? He wondered. He needs something that works well with his expertise and benefits him as well.


    But where does he excel at?


    The only thing he''s ever done is kill and survive in a forest full of vicious abominations.


    How about becoming a butcher? No, the animals do give me essence, but I won''t be able to train my fighting capabilities. With that in mind, I suppose most of the jobs present here don''t meet my criteria. This is troublesome... I guess I''ll look around, maybe I''ll find something useful. Samael ruffled his hair. Raising to his feet he dusted himself.


    The contents of his [Dragon''s Horde] ring contains gold, food, clothes, and other basic necessities a person needs to survive. So for now, he can relax and leisurely explore the city of silver.


    Samael wandered aimlessly; exploring the city was more entertaining than he expected.


    The streets were blooming with people and entertainment stalls. All the restaurants he passed by were filled to the brim with customers.


    He wanted to enter the "entertainment district" but an adult stopped him from doing so.


    However, this exploration of his bore no fruits. He sat down with a resounding sigh when a shadow stood before him, seemingly emerging out of the blue.


    Shifting his gaze up, he saw a man adorned in steel armor, its surface dull and painted crimson.


    The putrid stench would be unbearable for others, but for someone like him? It''ll take more than this to make him flinch.


    The man clad in steel armor, had swords sheated all over his body and pouches that contained vials of different proportions. He wasn''t too big or too small, but he stood tall and strong.


    Weirdly, It''s almost like he''s known this man before. There''s a strange familiarity.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down. Why did this man approach him? And what is this odd familiarity nesting in his heart?


    "Move." A monotonous voice said.


    Samael glanced back and slowly moved out of the way. So I was blocking his path. Well, that explains it. He scratched his cheeks and cleared his throat.


    He cast a glance at the establishment and noticed a wooden sign.


    "Watchers Guild." His forehead creased as he step foot inside.


    Opening the door, Samael winced as he''s bombarded by the booming noise of the folks inside. However, he can''t help but notice that they all had one thing in common. Their figures were adorned in armors and they wielded weapons of all kinds.


    Samael''s eyes wandered about. The building wasn''t extravagant. It''s made of wood and painted white. There are also boards in the middle of the building, where most of the crowds flock mercilessly. In the far corner of the establishment was a reception area cut into four parts. One of which is occupied by the man he saw earlier.


    Samael went forward and approached the armored individual. He tapped his shoulders and asked. "Hey, mister, what''s this place?" His voice leaving a trail of echo in the room.


    Pin-drop silence engulfed the building. Dozens of eyes curiously casted their gazes at him, while others exclaimed in disbelief. Their whispers trailing close.


    "Poor boy, he''s going to be ignored by that man."


    "How did a kid get here?"


    "Is he dumb? Don''t people know what this place is?"


    "Dumbass, that''s a kid!"


    "Yuck. Did he just touch all that blood without flinching?"


    They all had their own remarks, but Samael didn''t bat an eye. However, it seems that this man holds quite a reputation in this place, and that just piqued his curiosity even more.


    Samael opened his mouth to ask again when a voice echoed in his ears. "This is the Watchers Guild."


    The crowd gasped in unison, their eyes widened in disbelief. Whispers shrouded the building in a flash.


    "He talked!"


    "What the hell?! I have to get this news out!"


    "I think I drank too much..."


    "But you only had 1 cup..."


    Samael''s brows raised. What is wrong with these people? Have they never heard someone speak?


    He shook his head and faced the man once more. "Can you elaborate?"


    The man finally shot a glance at him, and with his monotonous voice, he replied. "Ask the receptionist." Samael just nodded in response and did as he was told.


    "The watchers guild is an organization that handles monster affairs, specifically those that are caused by rifts. We take care of abominations that are causing troubles and help in maintaining peace and pest control. The jobs we do range from subjugation to even population control of such beasts. This of course is handled by the watchers, or people who sign up to handle such jobs. In return, they earn money and privileges." The receptionist answered with a patient smile.


    "In a way, we maintain the peace of the city and ensure the safety of the populace." She added.


    Samael''s eyes shone radiant. A job that specialises in monster hunting? That''s what he''s been looking for!


    Inching closer, he asked. "How can I join?"


    Another wave of silence shrouded the building.


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    ...


    "HAHAHAHAHA"


    Thunderous laughter shook the establishment.


    A burly man made his way towards him, tears marring his eyes. "Good joke, kid! Hahahaha, I haven''t had such a laugh in a while."


    Samael tilted his head, his brows arching upwards. "Huh? Joke? I''m not joking though. I actually wish to join," He said truthfully.


    The crowds laughter withered away, the atmosphere inside the watchers guild took a dip.


    "Don''t joke like that kid. You don''t seem to understand, but this line of work isn''t for brats like you. We kill monsters you dream of in your nightmares and handle blood and death on a daily basis. Go home and eat your porridge, then come back once you''re old enough." The man replied, his carefree demeanor now dark and grim.


    Samael''s grip tightened, his fingers drilling down the wooden desk. The staff swiftly backed away, their gaze fixated on the cracks etched on the table.


    "I am not weak," Samael retorted, a deep drown distorting his face.


    The man narrowed his gaze, his burly frame inching closer. He towered over Samael, the boy barely reaching his stomach.


    "Well, it sure seems like it," he responded, his icy tone heavy and unforgiving.


    The air shook in anticipation. The suffocating silence reigning over the building.


    "Back off, Imgar," a deadpan voice interjected.


    Imgar casted a sidelong glance. His gaze meeting the mysterious man.


    Imgar opened his mouth, ready to retort when the man clad in steel shot a silent glance at him.


    The burly man sewed his mouth shut, gritting his teeth as he backed away.


    The receptionist hurriedly bowed. "I''m sorry for what Imgar did there! Please do not take it to heart. He is a kind person; it''s just that he has a son your age that he lost in one of the cataclysms. He merely wishes that you do not suffer the same fate," the woman explained in a panic.


    Samael''s ears twitched, his brows arching upwards. "Cataclysms?"


    The woman covered her mouth, her eyes jolted wide. Forming a crooked smile with great difficulty, she responded. "It''s... It''s nothing..."


    Samael''s forehead creased. He opened his mouth, but the receptionist immediately cut him off. "...As Imgar said, this isn''t a job for kids. We don''t accept anyone below the age of 16. I''m very sorry."


    Samael scratched his head. What was he supposed to do now? If the watchers guild forbids him to join, then his goal of hitting two birds with one stone is far-fetched. Although he can hunt on his own and do a separate job, it will take a large chunk out of his training time. Besides, with his ignorance on such aspects, it''s nearly implausible to get such jobs.


    "But can''t he just undergo the special test?" A voice in the crowd chimed in.


    "You dumbass!" Another voice roared. However, it''s too late.


    Samael gazed at the woman, his eyes narrowed down. "What do they mean by a special test?"


    The receptionist sighed. This kid wasn''t giving up. Her conscience is really going to kill her, but it''s her job. What can she do?


    "The special test is for those who wish to join but due to circumstances, cannot. By completing the test, you may join the guild and become an official member of the watchers," she explained with a heavy heart.


    Samael''s face beamed. "So what''s the test?"


    The woman released a deep sigh, beckoning the boy to follow. The crowd dispersed after that, a single thought raging in their mind.


    "He''s going to fail."


    ***


    The receptionist led Samael to a room deeper in the establishment. The chamber was spacious but simple. It had a 4-inch-thick steel wall that was built to stop awakened attacks.


    In the far corner of the room, a man sat idle. Upon noticing their arrival, a wide grin slithered its way to his face.


    The man hurriedly made his way towards them, performing an elegant bow to the receptionist. Completely ignoring Samael''s existence.


    "How have you been, Lize?" The man asked with a soft tone. In which the receptionist responded with cold indifference.


    "I''m fine. Also, that''s LADY Lize for you. We''re not here for pleasantries; do your job, please." The man''s hands balled into a fist, which didn''t go unnoticed to Samael.


    "Ahh, yes, yes," he said as he glanced at Samael, a sharp glint dancing behind his pupils. "If you may,"


    Lize quietly stood at the corner of the room, a clip board nesting in her hands.


    "The test is simple. You just need to pass the trial given to you by your instructor. You may not use weapons or items. Aside from that, everything is allowed. That''s all," She explained briefly.


    Samael gave a stiff nod, his gaze piercing his so called "instructor."


    The man bowed once more, his demeanor calm again. "My name is Sebastian, and I will be your test instructor. Nice to meet you." He opened his palm and sent it forward.


    "My name is Samael." He reached out to Sebastian''s hand and shook it.


    Fool Sebastian thought.


    Sebastian''s knuckles fell snow white under his unrelenting grip. However, silence shrouded the chamber.


    Sebastian''s eyes jolted open, his brows furrowed. He yanked his hand back, his gaze fixated on his palms.


    "Is something the matter?" Lize asked.


    Sebastian strained out a forced laugh, his smile visibly quivering. "It''s fine; everything''s okay!" He exclaimed.


    "Then, please explain," Lize said, her brows furrowed.


    Sebastian cleared his throat as he spoke. "Ah, yes... The trial is simple. You just need to meet the criteria by reaching a minimum amount of strength, agility and combat intellect. Or... you can beat me. But let''s not get ahead of ourselves now? Yeah?"


    Lize rolled her eyes at Sebastian''s arrogance.


    Sebastian shifted his gaze towards Samael. "If you will, Lady Lize," he said, his hands tucked deep in his pockets.


    The receptionist gave a small nod. She raised her arm and announced, "Let the test..."


    "Begin!"


    The moment her hand fell, Samael''s figure turned to a blur.


    Sebastian''s eyes bolted wide, he ripped his arm out of his pocket, tearing his leather pants as he sent them forward, forming a makeshift shield.


    A resounding boom left trails of echo in the room as Samael''s fist hammered Sebastian''s wrist.


    Sebastian flew a few steps back, his breathing ragged. Slowly, he cast a glance at his trembling arms.


    "ARGHHHHHH!!!!" His blaring wail resonated through the chamber walls, filling the room with his agonizing scream. He buckled down, tears meandering down his cheeks.


    His forearm weaved in unnatural directions, his flesh slowly, but surely, being devoured by a dark smoke.


    Onyx black smoke seeped out of Samael''s fist, his eyes devoid of emotions as he watched the man flail in pain.


    Lize held her mouth in shock as she ran towards Sebastian. She might despise the man, but an injury of this degree is by no means a joke.


    "Was it necessary to go that far?" She asked the boy. To begin with, she wasn''t expecting Samael to release a force of that magnitude! He was a kid, for goodness sake!


    With trembling hands, she examined Sebastian''s arm.


    This is bad... The man''s arm was corroding. If left untreated, it might completely destroy his arms. His bones are splintered too! How is this possible? She thought in bewilderment.


    "The corrosion won''t last for long." Samael chimed in. For starters, the damage mainly came from his punch, not the corrosion. His "instructor " is simply over reacting. Besides, at his current level, his Void tier is too low to deal that much change. At most he''ll cause some minor burns.


    Samael watched the spectacle unfold, his hands resting on his pockets. "The moment we shook hands, he applied enough force to shatter someone else''s bones. If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn''t even be standing here."


    He has no mercy for people who intend to hurt him or the people he loves. That''s his motto. And this man attempted to do just that the moment they met.


    Lize''s eyes widened as she remembered how Sebastian pulled his hand back with haste.


    So that''s what that was earlier... The woman slowly withdrew.


    Sebastian''s screams have ceased now. The corrosion in his arms nowhere to be seen, leaving his skin slightly charred.


    "You''re not seriously believing him, right?" he asked, tears painting his face.


    Lize jerked her head to the side, refusing to even glance at the man.


    "You... you believe him over me?! You can''t be fucking serious!!!" Sebastian roared.


    Lize knew that this wasn''t the first time something like this had happened. There have been multiple reports of Sebastian not only hitting on the staff members but also violating the rules by hurting the examinees too badly. Sometimes even completely crippling them.


    Sebastian''s visage contorted in rage. Slowly, he rose to his feet. "YOU FUCKING CUNT!!! YOU''RE ONLY A WHORE AND YOU BELIEVE A KID YOU''VE ONLY SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME?!" He spat in pure rage.


    "COME HERE YOU BITCH!" Blinded in rage, he threw himself at the woman.


    Lize tensed up, his eyes shut close as she waited for the crazed lunatic.


    BANG!


    Her eyes shot open, a smudge of confusion glimmering on her pupils. Sebastian was plastered on the ground, his face buried in the concrete floor, his blood staining the smooth surface of the room.


    Samael''s foot comfortably nested on the man''s head. Pale black steam seeping out of his palm.


    "Ma''am, did I pass?" he asked. Lize broke from her stupor and nodded stiffly, her mouth open and her hair disheveled.


    "Ye..yes..you passed..."


    ***


    Two men walked out of the room, dragging along Sebastian under the order of someone they referred to as "the guild master". Apparently, he handles this whole place and is the boss of this whole operation.


    "Please come meet me in my office. Oh, and bring Ajax with you." These were his orders before he left to fix the mess caused by Sebastian.


    "Are we in trouble?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed tight. I just passed the test, don''t tell me I''m getting kicked out?


    Lize and Samael are making their way to the guild master''s office. As for Ajax, he was already there the moment they asked for his whereabouts.


    Coincidentally, the man adorned in steel was the man the guild master was addressing.


    "Don''t worry. The guild master won''t punish you since you saved me from harm," she explained, a small gentle smile tugging at the corner of her lips. This soothed Samael''s nerves and allowed him to lower his guard a little.


    When they arrived. Lize knocked three times before a voice beckoned them to enter.


    "Come in,"


    Lize pushed the door open and invited Samael to enter with her.


    "Excuse our intrusion," she said, her stance low as she bowed to the Guild master.


    He was a man in his forties. He has hair white as snow that''s combed back and a beard that''s delicately trimmed. He wore a white and brown vest that hugged his muscular body perfectly. A faint veil of authority lingered close to him. The likes of which Aphemis possesses.


    There''s also a huge scar on his left temple that trails to the other side of his face, specifically towards his jaw.


    "Please, do not be too stiff and make yourselves comfortable," he said, his tone deep yet calming.


    "How have you been, Miss Lize? I''m very sorry for the awful treatment of our fellow... Previous Instructor Sebastian. I will make sure nothing of such happens again." The man apologized.


    Lize''s demeanor jumped off the balcony. Flustered, she hurriedly assured him that it was all okay.


    "Hahahaha, no need to be so fidgety." The man laughed in amusement. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he fixated his gaze on Samael.


    "And you''re the examinee that crippled his arms," he said. His eyes carving deep on Samael.


    A lone bead of sweat trickled down Samael''s forehead.


    After an eternity of staring, the guild master finally did something. He took Samael''s hand at a speed his eyes couldn''t react to and shook it vigorously. "Thank you so much for protecting a dear member of the watchers. I am indebted to you," he said.


    Noticing how stiff he was, the guild master retracted his hands at once. "Ehem. Sorry about that. I just realized, I haven''t properly introduced myself. Where are my manners?" He scratched his cheek and continued.


    "My name is Icarius Malekov. I am an awakener of the Deity rank and the guild master of the watcher guild in this sanctuary," he said.


    Deity...? Samael wondered. He hasn''t seen anything of that rank in the codex. Not yet, at least.


    Then that only means that this man in front of him is a human of great power. Probably the strongest human he''s seen yet. I wonder how he''ll fare with Aphemis.


    Icarius cast a sidelong glance at the man clad in steel. He sat unmoving, akin to a doll, which really creeps Samael out a little. Why? He can''t sense him. He has no presence whatsoever. Almost like he''s air.


    "Ajax," Icarius said.


    The armored individual shifted his gaze towards the guild master.


    "Icarius." He said.


    The two nodded in acknowledgement.


    "Now let''s get to the main point," Icarius cleared his throat. "The reason I brought you all here is to congratulate Samael over here for joining the guild. He''s the youngest by far, and yet he already surpasses most of his peers, physically at least." Icarius continued.


    "I don''t see how this concerns me," Ajax interjected. In which Icarius released a low chuckle.


    "Oh, but it does," he pointed at the man and said.


    "You''ll be his assigned instructor."

 CH16-Ajax The Hound

    Engulfing silence seized the room in its grasp. Time felt as though it momentarily stopped.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch, his eyes jolted wide.


    Icarius cleared his throat, shattering the unnerving veil of silence encasing his office.


    "As I was saying, you''ll be his instructor," Icarius repeated. His words fell like a bomb, stripping everyone from their stupors.


    Lize''s mouth fell open, confusion dancing behind her pupils. Her gaze darted between Ajax and Icarius.


    "Gu-Guild master, may I ask why you''re doing this?" Her tone hesitant and unsure.


    "Hmm? I just felt like it?" Icarius answered, his brows raised high.


    Lize sighed under her breath. If it was the guild master''s words, then there''s no point in understanding them anymore. He''s her boss, after all.


    "I see" A monotonous voice replied. Ajax didn''t even flinch at the revelation of Icarius, as if this were a normal occurrence.


    "I''ll be taking my leave now." He stood up and walked himself out, but before stepping out of the room, he left a few words. "Meet me at the front of the guild if you''ve decided to accept the old man''s offer."


    Samael nodded, and Ajax finally left. Icarius cleared his throat and spoke once more. "Before you go venturing out again, I need you to finish some things first, young man."


    Before leaving, the Guild master asked Samael to fill out some information sheet. It asked a few things about his background, and his affinity. Fortunately, it wasn''t too strict and he''s allowed to leave some questions unanswered.


    After completing his information sheet, he was given a medallion. The Guild master stated that the color of your necklace dictates your rank in this guild.


    Some missions will require a certain rank or a fixed amount of people before you can freely access them. This is done in order to prevent unnecessary casualties.


    Increasing your medallion rank also depends on your performance. The guild follows a merit system wherein your effort does the talking.


    When Samael and Lize left, Icarius''s smile faded away. An individual clad in black slithered out of the darkness and kneeled before him. "I have the information you''ve asked for," The cloaked informant said.


    "So did you get anything?" Icarius asked.


    The cloaked man took out a piece of scroll, handing it to Icarius before vanishing into the shadows. Icarius carefully picked up the scroll left behind and opened it.


    His eyes darted back and forth, his brows furrowed. Huh... He closed the scroll and leaned back with a resounding sigh, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    "It looks like this year''s batch are quite interesting fellows."


    ***


    Lize filled in Samael about things he''ll need to understand about the guild. Its history, branches, and standing.


    In comparison, the Watchers Guild is probably one of the most famous and influential organizations in almost all of the sanctuary. Even more so than the sanctuary knights. They''re like heroes to mundane people. Even the government itself relies on them since they''re incredibly good at doing their job.


    They eventually reached the main lobby, and Lize had to bid him goodbye. Her mountainous amount of work won''t solve itself.


    Samael made his way to the front of the guild, where Ajax stood unmoving. His armor still filthy and reek of blood.


    "Have you settled everything?" He asked.


    Samael gave a brief nod.


    "Good. Your lessons start now." Without batting an eye, Ajax strode forward. Samael trailed closely, his gaze observing the town of Erudicio.


    The citizens were really carefree. Is it because of the presence of the Watchers Guild?


    After some time of walking, they stopped in front of a shop named "Eddie''s Smithy" Ajax pushed through, followed by Samael.


    Inside the shop were weapons of different varieties. Some hung on the wall while others leisurely nested in glass cabinets.


    Ahead was a reception desk¡ª except there''s no one there to greet them. It''s left empty and desolate, just like the entirety of the shop.


    A shop without attendants? Samael wondered.


    A loud chiming noise blared in the air, luring Samael''s attention towards the reception desk where Ajax stood in front of a silver bell.


    Samael frowned, his gaze shifting down. He felt a tremor under his soles, each time more prevalent than before.


    Unknowingly, his muscles tensed up, his senses on full alert. His hand gently hovered to his side, ready to summon the Crimson Raven if necessary.


    The rumbling loomed closer by the second, almost like an impending tsunami racing its way towards them.


    With a loud creek, the door behind the counter flew open, revealing the secrets lurking behind that wooden entrance.


    A ginormous hand peeked out of the room, grasping the wooden frame under its titanic grip. Behind the darkness of the room, a burly man peeked out, nearly hitting the ceiling of the smithy.


    He stood far taller than Imgar himself, his messy beard swaying under the nudge of the wind. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.


    "Who goes there?" His booming voice left a trail of echo, bouncing off the wooden walls of the smithy. Samael could feel the floor creak under his feet.


    "Here," Ajax said.


    The man glanced down, and Samael could swear his expression brightened even under all that hair.


    "It''s you! Welcome back, hound! How''s the hunt, eh?" The man greeted, leaning back to a wooden pillar.


    Ajax stood silent before giving a reply. "All is well."


    The burly man fell to a frenzied laughter. His voice shook the smithy, forcing Samael to stop and grab the desk to regain his balance. His brows furrowed.


    "What does he mean by ''hound''?" He asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.


    The burly man shot a glance at him. "Oh, I didn''t see you there, young man! My name is Eddie! I own this smithy." He introduced himself. He hurriedly wiped the grease off his hand using his rough leather apron before opting for a handshake.


    Samael grasped the hand of the gigantic man and introduced himself as well. "Nice to meet you, uh... My name is Samael," His gaze carving a hole at the inhumane difference in size. His hand appeared akin to that of a toddler!


    Eddie approached Ajax and patted his shoulder. "I didn''t know you were into training disciples now. Why didn''t you tell me?" He asked, glancing at Samael "Young man, don''t you know the legendary title of your teacher?" He inquired.


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    "Your master was titled the ''hound'' because of his unparalleled talent in scouting and tracking," Eddie explained.


    Samael''s forehead creased the longer he listened. Was Ajax that great to be labeled as such?


    "Seems like you didn''t actually know, huh?" The burly man massaged his beard, lost deep in his thoughts. "How long have you guys been banding together?" He asked.


    "Just today," Samael said.


    "WHAT?!" Eddie roared in bewilderment.


    Samael winced, his hands tightly clasping his ears.


    Realizing what he had done. Eddie held the back of his head and bowed. "I''m sorry, young man, for suddenly screaming like that. But honestly, blame your teacher for that," he said.


    He cleared his throat, and the atmosphere took a sharp turn. "Still, are you sure this is the right thing to do? A kid his age venturing into the depths? I''m sure you know how high the fatality rate is for grown adults like us; can you even imagine how high it will be for him? Not to mention, with your peculiar taste in missions..." The man shook his head. "This is practically suicide," He added.


    Samael''s brow furrowed in exasperation. He felt like Eddie was doubting him. However, he can''t bring himself to blame the man for his worry. After all, he''s still a kid. Usually , children his age still play sticks and stones by the riverside, enjoying the warmth of childhood.


    Ajax didn''t waste time to refute the man. He himself knew that it was true. The average fatality rate for trained awakened in the Watchers Guild is estimated at 70%. This is the reason why most of the watchers band together to somehow lower the chances of accidents occurring.


    However, sometimes even that doesn''t guarantee their safety.


    Eddie sighed at the lack of response from the man. He was already used to it. No point bugging him anymore.


    "Did you come here for your weapons?" He asked. Ajax replied with a stiff nod.


    Eddie crossed his arms together. "You know, you really need to take care of your equipment better. You come here like every damn week just to get repairs. I feel like you''re playing with me," he said.


    Ajax raised his head. "I¡ª"


    "It''s fine. I know what kind of fights you pick. I''m just saying that you should take better care next time." Eddie cut him off with a resounding sigh. "Does the young man need anything?" He asked, his gaze fixated at Samael.


    Ajax cast a sidelong glance and answered. "Give him light armor."


    Eddie approached Samael with heavy steps, kneeling in front of him. His hand moved with great dexterity as he proficiently measured his body size using a tape that no one knows where he pulled from.


    In less than a minute, the man was already finished with the measurements. He stood up and said: "I''ll be back with your gear; in the mean time, feel free to explore," before going back inside his forge.


    Ajax just stayed in place while Samael went off to check the tools of the blacksmith. It didn''t take long before the burly man came back out with two boxes. One of which is filled with swords, daggers, a small circular shield, and wrist knives. The other one held the light armor for him.


    He checked every item with delicacy, his gaze watching his reflection shone in the silver plate of the armor. Needless to say, it''s a perfect fit.


    It was a full-body light armor composed of a single steel breastplate that covered the upper half of his torso, which gave him some mobility. It also covers his shoulder and forearm for added layer of protection.


    Samael moved around and did a series of punches. His lips curled to a grin. The armor delivered as intended. He bowed to the burly man and said, "Thank you very much, Sir Eddie. I''ll repay you once I earn enough money."


    Eddie waved his hand and replied with a wide smile. Oh, don''t worry about it! It''s a small thing!" The man picked the boxes and said. "Anyways, I''ll be going back now. Business has been blooming these days."


    Ajax carefully arranged his weapons on the desk after a short inspection.


    "Lesson number one: Never go unprepared." His tone was monotonous yet indescribably heavy. The very first time he even saw a hint of emotion in those metal visors


    Samael nodded, his eyes wide in surprise. This man has knack for catching people off guard.


    "Come" Ajax beckoned. Samael''s forehead creased, but he followed anyway.


    "Why did you join the watchers? Is it adventure? Power? Fame? Heroism?" Ajax asked.


    Samael fell silent, his eyes lost deep in thoughts. Why did he join the watchers? All he''s ever done is fight, kill and survive. He''s never really had a clear purpose or a gallant mission. He was simply...


    "To hunt"


    Ajax flinched at his response. His actions halting for a brief moment. This didn''t go unnoticed by Samael.


    "In order to survive, live and protect the one''s I love... I must hunt those that wish us ruins." He followed.


    Ajax fell silent. "Now I understand why the old man appointed me as your instructor" He muttered under his breath.


    "If your wish is to hunt, then I will teach you to hunt," Ajax said. "But first, do you know the first rule of a hunter?" He inquired.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch. "To kill?"


    "No, a Hunter''s first rule is survival. Killing comes second, and respect comes third," He corrected.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down, a single thought raging in his mind. How does Ajax know so much about hunting?


    "It''s you! Welcome back, hound! How''s the hunt, eh?"


    "Your master was titled the ''hound'' because of his unparalleled talent in scouting and tracking,"


    His eyes widened, thoughts fell down like puzzle pieces. Ajax is a hunter by heart. Perhaps that''s the reason for this odd familiarity blooming in his heart.


    "Respect?" He asked. He understood survival and killing. In hunting, you kill to survive. It''s as simple as that. Or is it?


    "A hunter is not some mindless killing machine. Remember, Samael, life is sacred. To take one is already an act of cruelty. That''s why hunters must learn to respect the beauty of Life. Everything is a cycle."


    Ajax squished a small bug. "The death of something might lead to the survival of another." Ants started to rip the bug apart and take it away to their colonies to feed their young. "We don''t kill for no reason. Only when necessary."


    Samael''s grip tightened. Respect. Now he understands. This will be a lesson he''ll carve deep in his heart.


    What Ajax said resonated with his soul. To get here, he had to kill to survive, and in the process of doing so, he saved another person''s life.


    "But that''s not always the case." Ajax broke Samael from his stupor.


    Samael shifted his gaze ahead.


    "Some do not deserve respect as they use it to take others lives for pleasure. Mindless creatures or souls that are so rotten... they don''t deserve the gift of life." Ajax said, his icy tone bouncing off the walls of the smithy.


    Samael''s mind drifted to the mage back at the lab. He tortured people for fun and for the sake of "greater knowledge."


    "Focus" Ajax said. Samael shook his head, banishing the useless thoughts away.


    "As I said, lesson number one: never go unprepared. Do you have a weapon?" Ajax inquired.


    Samael opened his palm, the air distorting as the dark handle of [Crimson Raven] jutted out of a rift, instantly shrouding the room with its passive: fear inducement.


    Ajax stood there, akin to a stone as he remarked. "Nice weapon"


    Samael held back the urge to face palm himself right there and then. Can''t this man even try harder to show some form of interest?


    "Do you know what your weapon is?" Ajax asked.


    Samael replied. "It''s a tactical tomahawk axe."


    "Good. At least you''re not completely ignorant," Ajax complemented. Or was it really?


    The man took a blade and asked. "Do you know what this is?"


    Samael replied. "It''s a sword...?"


    "To be precise, a short sword. In the watchers, I''m a scout and tracker. Due to this, I don''t use heavy weapons and mainly use smaller ones so I can move and traverse better. This is lesson two. Be practical."


    This conversation went on for at least an hour or so. Ajax kept testing Samael about his knowledge of weapons, and needless to say, he failed a huge portion of them. However, Ajax showed great patience and understanding when teaching him. He already expected that the boy would have barely any knowledge of weapons.


    What did amaze him was the fact that Samael devoured knowledge like a hungry rabid beast. He was quick to grasp the functions of each weapons Ajax presented and keenly so.


    The last thing he taught him was knowledge about concoctions. Ajax took out multiple vials, all different in color and use, explaining them one by one.


    "The red vial increases your regeneration, but in exchange, it consumes your stamina. That''s where the blue vial comes in play," Ajax explained.


    "Let me guess, it increases your stamina?" Samael said, cutting off Ajax, who replied.


    "Yes."


    Samael had consumed one of those blue vials, so he had a hunch about what it could possibly be.


    "These two are usually the most commonly used, but there are others, such as"


    Ajax withdrew a bottle twice the size of the other vials. It appeared gas like, its hue akin to the sky as the sun sets in the horizon.


    "Starlight concoction. Once ignited, it will explode and destroy everything in the nearest 4 meter radius," Ajax explained.


    Ajax felt a shiver run down his spine. How can something this small cause such magnitude of damage?


    Time ticked flew by in a breeze. Ajax gave him a short rundown of equipment maintenance before they finally went to an inn called "Hazy Moon." Apparently, Ajax''s a regular here.


    Samael was given food by the staff while Ajax swiftly hid in the loving embrace of his chambers. That man is really antisocial.


    Samael wasted no time. He ate the food given to him with utmost gratitude. This after all is his first proper meal in months.


    In a flash, his plate shone bright. Earning him some pitied looks from the bystanders. Their faces screaming. "Poor child, he must be starved."


    Uncomfortable, Samael left the dining room in a hurry, searching the inn for his assigned room.


    Once inside, he slumped down. The room was tidy and simple, yet very cozy.


    The interior was composed of a single desk, chair, bed, and cabinets for his clothes. On the wooden table nested a single oil lamp, its luminescent glow casting shadows on the walls.


    Samael gently caressed the soft mattress of the bed. He sat down with a resounding sigh. It felt weird and, at the same time, unrealistic. He got too used to living rough.


    Who could blame him? One winter ago, he was a slave, doomed to rot in a cell. The next thing he knows, he''s stuck in a forest bathed in blood, dealing with assassins and beasts on a daily basis. Such commodities were a luxury he wouldn''t dare dream of.


    Somehow, reminiscing the events of the past month made him feel exhausted. Seeing how far he''s made it...


    "I suppose I earned this one"


    He fell asleep.

 AUTHOR ANNOUNCEMENT.

    Regarding the sudden hiatus.


    After some review swaps, I chose to focus on improving my craft a little more. I took a break from writing new chapters and did revisions. Unfortunately, school also caught up with me causing further delays. However, the changes are finally done! I might still polish some things later on, but new updates should come by soon. I highly recommend for my readers to reread the past chapters as I did a few changes whilst editing. That''s all, enjoy.


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 CH17-A facade

    Samael and Ajax went to the Watchers Guild as soon as the golden light of dawn loomed at the edge of the horizon.


    Samael sat in the far corner of the establishment, patiently waiting for Ajax. His gaze wandered about the building, the silhouettes of the watchers glimmering before his pupils.


    It appears that the watchers are highly active, even this early in the morning.


    They wore smiles even though they face innumerable dangers every day. Samael can''t help but wonder. Why is that?


    In the corner of his eyes, a man clad in steel inched closer to him, a brownish piece of paper nestling in his palm.


    Setting the paper down, he spoke. "We have work to do."


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch as he shifted his gaze towards the quest details.


    [Notice: Sudden disappearance at Irvel village]


    Location: Irvel village


    Details: There have been reports of village cattle going missing for weeks now. Recently, a new report came in stating the sudden disappearances of three individuals. A farmer, a kid, and a watcher who came to investigate.


    -Quest requirements-


    Must have a party of at least two people.


    The party leader must be a person in the rank of Emerald or above.


    Bring back any evidence or remnants of the missing individuals.


    Uncover the reason behind these disappearances.


    ***


    "Tell me, what do you think is our first step?" Ajax asked, breaking Samael from his stupor.


    Samael shot a glance at the brownish paper. "We visit Irvel village?" he asked.


    "No. That comes later. As a watcher, your best ally is knowledge. The more information you hold about a situation, the more prepared you can be," he explained.


    "I understand," Samael replied with a nod.


    "I asked the receptionist earlier about further information regarding this quest. Unfortunately, the only thing they know is that the sudden disappearance of the three individuals happened quite recently," Ajax stated.


    Ajax rose to his feet, beckoning Samael to follow.


    "Irvel village is situated not far from here. If we travel by foot, we should arrive there in a week''s time," Ajax said.


    "It will take a week? But didn''t you say it''s close?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    "It is close, but on foot? No, not quite." Ajax replied. He marched on, leaving the watchers guild.


    "What do you mean by that?" Samael trailed close.


    "The road behind these walls is filled with countless dangers. Traveling by foot means the chances of experiencing them are higher than by riding a convoy." Ajax patiently said.


    "Answer me, why do you think we''re going on foot if there''s so much risk involved?" Ajax shot a glance at Samael.


    Samael fell deep into thought. "High risk, high rewards... I think that it''s a great way for me to gain valuable knowledge. After all, experience is the best teacher." Samael answered.


    "Good." Ajax said before storming off again. A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he pushed forward.


    "Where are we going?" Samael asked. The direction they took wasn''t towards the exit. In fact, they''re currently in the plaza.


    Samael''s gaze wandered about. In the middle of the square stood a towering fountain, its surface glimmering radiantly under the golden glow of the sun.


    Eventually, Ajax halted his steps in front of another building. Shifting his gaze ahead, Samael read the letters written up front.


    "Reese''s Apothecary." Samael''s brows rose to an arch. Apothecary? If he remembers correctly, Ajax said that places like these sell potions.


    "An apothecary? What are we doing here?" Samael asked his mentor. He doubts that Ajax is out of potions, seeing that yesterday he had a whole batch of them.


    "Two birds, one stone," Ajax answered.


    Samael''s forehead creased. Two birds, one stone...? He wondered.


    Ajax entered the establishment,swiftly approaching the receptionist desks.


    "Welcome to Reese''s Apothecary! How may I help you?¡ª Oh, it''s you, sir Ajax!" The receptionist''s visage lightened, a wide smile tugging at the corner of her lips.


    "Are you here to take some commissions?" she asked.


    "Yes," Ajax briefly answered.


    Samael''s eyes widened. Now he gets it. So he''s taking another quest that''s related to his current watcher job. That way, we can gather herbs on the way and finish our investigation at the same time! Samael deduced.


    "I see! I knew you would come visit again, so I prepared the list beforehand." The receptionist chuckled as she approached a cabinet by the side of the desk. She delved through and withdrew a piece of parchment paper.


    "Here, sir Ajax, and as usual, pleasure doing business with you," the receptionist said as she handed the list to Ajax.


    Ajax gave a stiff nod as he inspected the list of herbs and materials.


    "Let''s go," he said.


    After leaving the apothecary, Ajax handed Samael the parchment paper.


    "What''s this for?" Samael asked, a smudge of confusion dancing in his pupils.


    "Keep it; I want you to study those herbs and memorize them," Ajax answered before storming off again.


    Samael ruffled his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Can''t this man be more considerate?


    Once again, Ajax halted in front of another establishment. Specifically, a post office.


    So we''re doing deliveries now? Samael thought.


    Ajax entered the establishment, followed closely by Samael. They were once again greeted by the receptionist and given a few letters before they left.


    "What''s with the letters?" Samael inquired.


    "These letters are to be sent to Irvel village; three birds, one stone," Ajax answered.


    If Samael can describe Ajax, he''ll probably say he''s the epitome of efficiency.


    "Prepare yourself; we''ll be leaving soon," Ajax announced.


    Samael felt the atmosphere drop, a faint chill emanating in the air. Based on what he''s heard so far, each trip the watchers tackle is one filled with danger and death.


    My first mission, huh? Samael shifted his gaze ahead, as though peering through the towering silver walls of Erudicio.


    Beyond these walls... To Irvel village.


    ***


    Samael and Ajax stood in front of the inn. A map nesting in Ajax''s hands.


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    "As you can see here, these 7 labeled areas on the map are the 7 human sanctuaries," Ajax said.


    "Namely: Erudicio: the city of silver; Servan: the city of warriors; Tera: the city of agriculture; Oros: the city hidden in the mountains; Erdun: the city of arms; Osmo: the vanguard; and Port Parnasus," Ajax narrated.


    "Each of these sanctuaries holds its own importance; the fall of one can affect the others greatly," Ajax continued.


    "As of right now, we''re currently residing in Erudicio, otherwise known as the city of silver. This is one of the largest sanctuary and is located in the frontline. This is also where the Watchers Guild main headquarters reside to supervise the war," Ajax stated.


    "War? I don''t understand. I don''t see any neighboring countries on the map, so who are we fighting?" Samael couldn''t help but ask.


    "I suppose you don''t know," Ajax muttered under his breath.


    "What I''m about to tell you is considered taboo here," Ajax said.


    "We''re not in conflict with humans; we''re in war with monsters," Ajax declared.


    Samael felt a shiver run down his spine. Monsters? Sanctuaries? Cataclysm? Just what is going on?


    "Once, this world was a peaceful place, devoid of conflict and wars. But such peace wasn''t bound to last for long. As populations increased, so did the resources they needed. Eventually, some kingdoms were pushed to the brink of destruction, forcing them to take up arms and invade neighboring countries," Ajax narrated.


    "This signaled the start of the first great war. This act of domination struck fear in the hearts of many other kingdoms. They got paranoid and took matters into their own hands. After all, there will be no danger if there''s no one to threaten you. This also served as the fuel for the great ascension race. Awakeners who lived in an era of war and death were forced to adapt and become stronger as fast as they could. Unfortunately, this competition bought nothing but ruins for all of us."


    "Some got too greedy and impatient. They ate more than they could chew. As they all grew stronger, limits were bound to be put in place. For years, awakeners were stuck in their bottlenecks, unable to attain the ultimate power they yearn for..."


    "...At least until the discovery of the monoliths."


    "It was found by a few individuals, lying in slumber. They should''ve kept it as such. But humans are curious beings, and so they dabbled with something truly foreign to us."


    Samael flinched. He gazed around and saw something his vision had never perceived. Behind the smiles of these mundane folks lies an emotion he cannot discern. One hidden deep in their hearts.


    Ajax leaned back as he resumed.


    "Those monoliths... No records state their appearances, not even once. This piqued the interest of those that discovered them, urging them to experiment with these pillars... Needless to say, it didn''t end well."


    "These monoliths didn''t react to creatures below the rank of Larvae. But the moment an awakener of the said rank made contact with these pillars, a dimension or false reality would crash with ours, forming what we call a rift. However, those rifts are still dormant. They''re merely gashes in space; nothing comes out nor comes in... except the person who activates the trial."


    "Information regarding the rifts was scarce; all that they knew was that those that come in never come out. In the process of doing so, these rifts bloom, opening a portal for beings of unknown origins to pass through."


    "And that sparked the beginning of the Great Cataclysm," Ajax said.


    Samael fell deep into contemplation. Thoughts causing havoc in his mind. He has so many questions. So many inquiries.


    "Can you tell me more regarding the rifts?" he asked, unable to contain his curiosity.


    Ajax shot a glance at him. "Overtime, more awakeners challenged these monoliths only to fail. Until a few hundred years ago, the first person to conquer the rifts emerged. The very first hatchling ranked awakener."


    "He gave everything he knew about these rifts; this increased the chances of humanity''s survival against these savage beasts."


    "So what did he experience...?" Samael asked. If he''s bound to undergo such harrowing trials one day, he wishes to be as prepared as he can.


    "As I stated, these rifts create a false dimension, a reality wherein time flows differently. A place where normal logic doesn''t apply. For that man, he experienced decades of loneliness, but for us merely a year have passed. He also mentioned that these monsters we''re currently facing originate from the realities beyond these mysterious gates, and only by conquering the Ascension can you fully close such openings." Ajax narrated.


    I see, so these rifts are like jail cells that, once the warden or the awakeners fail, those that reside within are free to escape to our world. Samael concluded.


    Codex, regarding these monoliths... Is it a predetermined requirement to undergo one? Samael asked.


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    Samael stared at the luminescent screen of the codex. Thoughts lingering in his mind.


    "These smiles... They''re not real, aren''t they?" He asked, his tone leaving hushed echoes in the air.


    Ajax basked in silence, the air stale, bearing a weight invisible to the naked eye.


    "Yes. They''re merely facades these folks put up. Knowing that your life could end in a blink... they wish to spend it smiling so that they can lie to themselves that they died happy and free," Ajax answered.


    "But we all know the truth buried deep in our hearts: that as long as this war doesn''t end, we''re never truly free."


    A veil of silence shrouded the inn, an indescribable weight lingering in the air.


    ***


    As the sun reached its peak, Samael and Ajax''s time of departure had come.


    Samael made his way to the gate, where Ajax stood in waiting. His steel armor shimmered under the radiant rays of the sun.


    Noticing Samael''s presence, Ajax''s gaze shifted forward. "Let us move," he said.


    Samael gave a stiff nod, closely trailing Ajax towards the silver gates of Erudicio.


    The guards standing watch shot a glance at them, their gaze landing on Ajax. "May your travels be bountiful," they said in unison as they withdrew their spears, forming a path for them to use.


    Samael watched as the silver gates of Erudicio slowly unfolded before his eyes. The soft glow of the afternoon heat passing through the small opening.


    Taking a mouthful of air, he strode forward into the unknown.


    Beyond the towering walls lay a vast expanse of trees and fields, stretching as far as the eye can see.


    The soft rustling of the leaves brought a sense of nostalgia to Samael. It reminds him of the hardships he''s had to face in the crimson forest, and how far he''s gone.


    "According to my map, Irvel village is located close to the edge of the Erudicio sanctuary. This could be the potential reason for the sudden disappearances," Ajax said, his index finger hovering inches above the map.


    "While the village isn''t too far from the sanctuary itself, it is close to the Kakia mountain ranges," Ajax explained.


    "Is there something wrong with the Kakia mountain ranges?" Samael asked.


    Ajax took a pen from his pouch and drew a circle surrounding the Kakia mountain ranges.


    "This area I encased in the circle is a kill zone. It''s filled to the brim with abominations of all kinds. Ancient records state that this mountain range never really existed before. We suspect that it''s caused by the Great Cataclysm hundreds of years ago." Ajax patiently narrated.


    "I see, then what''s this piece of land labeled the dead zone?" Samael asked, his index finger pointing at the far corner of the map.


    "That''s ground zero. Unfortunately, we know next to nothing regarding that place. Exploration teams never even make it pass the foot of the Kakia mountain ranges. All we have are theories stating that the dead zone is the origin, where the first rift that caused all of this originated," Ajax stated.


    Samael replied with a nod. So many questions, yet barely any answers.


    "Let''s not waste time. Come." Ajax went towards the forest entrance, each step firm and resolute.


    "Have you had any experience with jungles or forests?" Ajax asked.


    "Yes," Samael answered briefly.


    "Good," Ajax praised.


    "I''m a scout and tracker, and due to that, I spend most of my time traversing the woods and exposed to danger," Ajax explained.


    "Lesson number three: Learn to adapt. I''m guessing that the guild master probably saw your potential as a scout and tracker, and as such, you''ll experience rugged and ever-changing terrains. Learn to get used to them; it''s your hunting ground now," Ajax said.


    "Understood," Samael replied, a fiery flame burning under his gaze.


    Ajax and Samael treaded the forest with ease. They would occasionally halt their advance to preserve energy in case they wound up encountering an enemy.


    Ajax approached a tree, his fingers brushing against its bark. "Samael," he said, luring the boy''s attention.


    "See this?" Ajax rubbed his fingers together, a yellowish moss-like substance scraping off his metal gauntlets.


    "This is Uru moss; it grows in tree barks, specifically ones that are close to bodies of water," he said.


    Samael shot a glance at the yellow moss growing on the bark of the trees. It was practically everywhere.


    "Uru moss is a primary ingredient for regeneration potions, but remember, Uru moss is smooth to touch. Never forget this, because another type of moss greatly resembles this one except it is coarse and grows close to monster-infested areas," Ajax reminded Samael.


    Samael swiftly peeled off the Uru moss latching on the tree barks, containing them within his dragon hoard remnant. He took out his list and blurred out one of the requirements.


    As they marched onward, they eventually stumbled upon the water source Ajax mentioned. It was a shimmering blue pond surrounded by flowers of different varieties. Some held a soft, tantalizing glow that exuded a faint hint of mysticism, while others took root deep below the water''s surface.


    They took a short stop to refill their water cans. Fortunately, with the help of his purification remnant, they weren''t stalled for too long. However, Ajax did introduce him to some of the plants in the pond. Sadly, none of them were included in the list of herbs they need to gather.


    As the two delved deeper into the forest, Samael''s view of this world widened. Things some people might encounter in their daily lives could have useful effects once processed correctly. It just proves that the value of something can never be truly defined by their appearance.


    Eventually, the warm embrace of the sun is overshadowed by the icy cold of the night. The ethereal glow of the moon bathed Samael and Ajax in its embrace.


    Two silhouettes lay flat on the ground, their figures submerged in darkness. Ajax strictly forbids the use of campfires, as they can lure monsters towards their location.


    Samael had no qualms with this, as his affinity greatly leans towards darkness. Even in its midst, he finds solace and peace.


    "Say Ajax, what''s your affinity...?" Samael asked, his gaze fixated at the stars decorating the night sky.


    For a moment, there was only the distant chattering of the insects. "My affinity is shadow," a monotonous voice replied.


    "Shadow, huh? Does that mean you can also see clear as day in the night?" Samael inquired.


    "Yes, it appears you''re also not restricted by the dark," Ajax pointed out.


    Samael fell silent; his eyes lost deep in thoughts.


    A resounding sigh escaped his lips. "Ajax, can you promise to keep my affinity hidden?" he hesitantly asked.


    "..."


    That silence was all Samael needed.


    "My affinity is the Void. I don''t hold much information regarding it, so I''m still at a loss," he confessed.


    Samael might''ve only met Ajax a day ago, but he''s seen enough to know that Ajax won''t betray his companions.


    "Unfortunately, I also have never heard of such an element before. But, we''ve all been there. Only time will tell," Ajax said, his voice leaving a trail of echo in the vast expanse of the night.


    "Only time will tell," Samael muttered.

 CH18: Ajaxs Shadows.

    Samael''s footsteps left trails of echoes as he traversed the lush forest. The golden hue of the morning sun looming over the horizon


    "Let''s take a short break here," Ajax announced.


    Samael sat down on a tree log, delving through his bag. He took out dried pieces of meat that he had bought beforehand.


    "Here," Samael said, handing a few to Ajax. His eyes fixated on his mentor''s visor. Curiousity danced in his pupils.


    Ajax took the dried meat with a brief nod. His hand inched closer to his steel visor¡ª opening a small compartment near his mouth.


    Are you serious right now? Samael''s face contorted in exasperation.


    Ajax shot a glance at him.


    "What?" he asked as he took small bites from the dried meat.


    "Nothing," Samael dismissed as he shifted his focus to eating.


    After their small feast, they marched onward once more.


    Time would pass by in a breeze, and they would occasionally take their breaks, wherein Ajax would take the chance to teach him all sorts of things.


    "This flower is referred to as Divina," Ajax stated, a flower nestling in his palm. Its snow-white petals emanating a faint silver glow.


    "This is quite a rare flower, but it''s highly sought out by watchers. This is lesson 4: Don''t judge a book by its cover," Ajax said.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "Why so?" he asked.


    "It''s dubbed the bane of the night. Once crushed, it can be used as a liquid coating that is highly corrosive against undead creatures," Ajax explained.


    To think that such a small thing has that much value... Samael closely examined the flower; his eyes narrowed down.


    "Remember, this flower releases a soft silver glow and has a red stem; it grows in areas rich in sunlight," Ajax reminded.


    "Will keep it in mind," Samael replied as he tucked the flower in his dragon hoard remnant.


    Ajax would patiently explain everything. Further broadening Samael''s knowledge about the different kinds of flowers and herbs found in the wild.


    Eventually, the warmth of the morning sun is overshadowed by the eerie chill of the night.


    It took some convincing, but Samael managed to get Ajax''s approval to alternate night watch.


    As the morning light passed through the thick shade of the trees, Samael and Ajax would move forward once more, not wasting a single second.


    Their routine would stay fixed: taking short breaks, giving lectures, and resting for the night.


    Just like that, days would breeze by, hinting at their arrival at their destination.


    It has been six days since we left Erudicio. We should arrive at Irvel village soon if we continue at this pace. Samael deduced.


    However, a lone question lingered in his mind. Where are the monsters?


    He expected they would encounter at least one or two wandering astray, but no, there was only the distant chirping of the birds.


    "Ajax, I can''t help but notice that we''ve never even once encountered an abomination on our journey," Samael pointed out.


    Ajax brushed aside the leaves as he strode forward. "It''s to be expected. I have been purposely choosing the safest routes to preserve our strength. We do not know if these disappearances are related to an abomination, so it is best to avoid skirmishes," he explained.


    "You chose the safe routes? How did you do that?" Samael asked, curiousity burning in his eyes.


    Knowing such information can be of great help to him in the future. Especially if he''s to face his first ascension.


    "Patience, knowing which routes to tackle is not a simple task. It''s a culmination of your experience and knowledge regarding not only your terrain but your scouting and tracking skills as well," Ajax warned.


    Samael had no choice but to drop it for now. Ajax has never been greedy with knowledge; he''s answered every question he asks. So if his mentor said no, then it only means he''s not ready yet.


    "Don''t worry, it''ll come naturally," Ajax assured Samael.


    "No, it''s okay; I understand," Samael replied.


    "Good¡ª" Ajax seized all movements; his visor perked up as he shifted his gaze towards the towering bushes ahead.


    "Samael, it seems the question pestering you is now answered," Ajax said.


    Ajax delicately grasped the handle of the blade strapped behind him, slowly unsheathing it. Its steel surface glistens under the rays of the sun.


    "We have company," he said.


    Samael swiftly withdrew the Crimson Raven, his senses on full alert. How come I didn''t sense anything? He wondered.


    Samael''s gaze flew back and forth; his eyes narrowed down.


    The wind rustled under the whispers of wind, while the trees swayed under its guidance. The distant humming of the birds now shrouded in unfaltering silence.


    In the corner of his eyes, a silhouette darted towards him.


    His eyes jolted wide. He planted his foot on the ground, twisting his body sideways. However, the razor-sharp claws of his attacker were only inches away from his face.


    SWISH!


    Samael''s reflection shone on the steel surface of Ajax''s blade as it cleaved the claws of the beast with unfathomable speed.


    Blood sprayed on Samael''s face, staining his milky white cheeks crimson.


    "Don''t let your guard down," Ajax said, his monotonous voice snapping Samael out of his stupor.


    Samael gritted his teeth, his breathing disheveled. It almost got me! His grip tightened.


    From the towering bushes, multiple figures marched out, their scarlet eyes carving a hole in Samael and Ajax.


    They stood on two legs, about the size of a regular human. Their skins were painted crimson, with moss latching tight on their bodies. They had long, crooked claws and spiky protrusions.


    What is that? Samael thought, his gaze fixated on the abominations looming closer to them.


    "Eight," Ajax said, luring Samael''s attention to the man.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "Wha¡ª"


    "There are eight of them. This is Lesson 5: Observe." He cut off Samael.


    Yes... I must think... Samael took deep breaths, composing himself.


    Samael sharpened his senses, focusing his attention around him. There were eight of these abominations, all approaching in unison. They''re surrounded by towering trees and tall bushes. They''re severely outnumbered, with no possible escape routes.


    Can I even fight these abominations? I barely saw the attack earlier; if it weren''t for Ajax, then I''d...


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    Cold sweat drenched his back, his heart galloped like a stallion¡ª when a faint voice whispered in his ears.


    "Then, can Samael promise me that if you ever feel like all hope is lost, can you vow that this necklace will serve as your guiding light?"


    His eyes flew wide open, his hand unknowingly clinging tight to his necklace.


    Samael could still vividly hear Lilith''s promise as though it were only yesterday.


    He has fought hard, steadfastly braving all forms of danger just to make it here. He made a vow to protect all those he holds dear...


    "...And to never lose hope," he uttered, a raging flame glimmering in his pupils, casting away the shadow of his doubts.


    Ajax gave a silent nod of approval. A watcher''s first battle is always the most memorable. It dictates how you''ll face the challenges ahead.


    If you were to buckle, only death awaits you, but if you fought to your very last, then honor and glory will greet you.


    Ajax always keeps his expectations low. He''s seen many a times where young aspiring watchers perish under the claws of abominations. Their hopes and dreams shattered and torn before their eyes.


    But for the first time in his long career did he truly felt that the watchers still has a chance to end this nightmare.


    "Let''s make this quick," Ajax said.


    "Roger that," Samael replied.


    The abomination growled, a bloodcurdling roar escaping its lips.


    ROAAAAARRRR!!!


    Samael lowered his stance, his axe: crimson raven, slung on his shoulders. Deep red miasma gushing out of its butt spike.


    The abominations briefly halted their advance, a smudge of wariness taking root in their hearts.


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    The abominations shook their heads, a thunderous roar emanating from their maws. Thrusting forward, they raced towards Samael.


    Samael braced himself; his eyes narrowed down.


    "Bind" Ajax''s voice echoed.


    From the shadows, dark tendrils jutted out, clutching tight on the monster''s limbs, causing a short stampede.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch. Is this Ajax''s element? He shook his head. Now is not the time for such thoughts.


    Launching himself with a forceful kick, he darted forward, onyx black steam gushing out of his soles.


    The abomination fixed its gaze on Samael, its elongated arms forming a makeshift shield.


    The crimson raven descended with a reckoning boom. Cleaving through the forearms of the monster, its blood soiling the ground.


    A thunderous screech escaped the maw of the creature as it flailed in agony.


    Samael dialed his arm back, lashing forward with another slash. His blade drew an arch, severing the abomination in half.


    Amidst the rain of blood, one of the abominations broke through the shackles cast by Ajax, hastily lunging towards Samael.


    It swung its claws wide, but a steel shield intercepted its trajectory.


    Ajax tilted his shield, throwing the beast off balance. Swiftly, he countered with a lightning-fast slash, his sword stained crimson.


    Samael gave a nod of appreciation to Ajax before shifting his focus back to battle.


    His gaze darted back and forth, landing on one of the creatures breaking free from its bind.


    Samael bolted forward, his speed enhanced by the void coating.


    The beast tore the shadow binds as it raced towards Samael. Its figure is breezing through the wind.


    Samael narrowed his gaze, his eyes pacing back and forth as he struggled to catch up with the abomination.


    This is too fast! He clenched his jaw, his eyes straining under the pressure.


    The beast sprinted in a zigzag pattern, nimbly closing the distance. It threw a wide swing, its claws whizzing through the air.


    Samael braked with his soles as he whipped the Crimson Raven up, clashing with the razor-sharp claws of the abomination.


    A grating screech thundered in the air as the monster left deep gashes on the surface of Crimson Raven, propelling Samael a few steps back.


    Samael grunted, his hand trembling under the shock of his clash with the beast.


    He locked his eyes forward, his gaze fixed on the crackling abomination.


    They''re starting to break free of Ajax''s bind! We have to hurry! Samael lowered his stance, his figure darting forward.


    The creature propelled itself as well, meeting him head-on.


    A storm of slashes rained down on Samael, forcing him to dodge and take a few steps back. He cannot risk damaging Crimson Raven any further, decreasing the choices he has.


    Sweat trickled down his forehead, his breathing ragged.


    I can''t take all of them! There are too many, I¡ª


    "Do not fret; you''re not alone." A monochromatic voice whispered in his ears.


    Samael shot a sidelong glance at Ajax. He got too used to fighting his battles alone, but not anymore.


    Samael''s breathing calmed down. He gave a nod to Ajax.


    Why am I losing? He wondered. His eyes deep and calculating.


    He''s faster than me, physically stronger, and has a longer reach. Samael observed.


    Where does speed come from? He shot a glance down. Yes... The legs...


    Samael lowered his stance once more. His axe slung on his shoulders. Thrusting hard into the ground, he propelled himself forward.


    The abomination crackled, launching itself to meet Samael again. Its claws descend with ferocious speed.


    Samael tightened his grip. No... Not yet...


    The claws of the monster inched closer to his face. Merely a breath''s distance away.


    NOW! A wave of void matter gushed out of his legs, doubling the amount of void coating shrouding his soles.


    His figure zoomed forward, the razor-sharp claws of the abomination leaving a shallow cut on his cheeks.


    The creature''s eyes widened, its mouth agape.


    Samael slipped in, taking away the speed and leverage of the abomination.


    It withdrew its arms in a panic, its foot stomping hard as it tried to regain its distance.


    "Not so fast!" Samael roared.


    He hauled his axe forward, its steel edge drilling into the flesh of the abomination.


    The creature released a cry of agony as it flailed in an attempt to escape Samael''s blade.


    Too shallow! Samael tightened his grip, swiftly twisting the axe upward.


    The abomination retaliated with a hurried swipe.


    Samael lashed his arm ahead, the claws of the monster colliding with the steel plate protecting his forearm, shredding it to bits.


    Onyx-dark steam bellowed out of Samael''s fist, a surge of strength enveloping his hands.


    "ARGHHH!!!" With a deafening roar, he dragged his arm towards the heavens, tearing the abomination in half. Its blood and guts raining down from above.


    The beast fell with a sickening thud, its body limp and lifeless.


    Samael fell to his knees, his vision hazy. No... I can''t give out now; the battle isn''t over yet...


    Turning his Void coating up a notch took too much out of him. His ethos is nearly depleted.


    A hand patted his shoulders, assuring him all would be okay.


    "Good job; you''ve done enough. Let me handle the rest," Ajax said, tossing a red and blue vial to Samael.


    "Heal up and recover your strength," Ajax instructed.


    Samael nodded, a wave of pent-up fatigue brushing through him. Somehow, Ajax''s words made him feel reassured. All he can do now is trust him.


    Ajax speared a glance forward. The abominations have been freed from his binding. But it does not change anything.


    "Let''s end this," he muttered, a wave of killing intent swept the lush forest. Casting an invisible weight on the shoulders of the abominations.


    Fear took root in their hearts, and their steps faltered.


    Dark tendrils jutted out of Ajax''s shadow, latching behind his back and swirling in a slow, rhythmic pattern.


    His figure slowly sank, merging with the shadows. Leaving behind a trail of dark smoke.


    That dark smoke gushed forward, blending with the darkness nestling in the forest.


    The abominations growled in hostility, yet not a single one charged ahead.


    "You''re not coming? Then I''ll come to you," Ajax''s voice echoed in the air.


    The abominations pranced around in a panic, fear drilling deeper into their hearts.


    One of the abominations glanced down, noticing a clump of dark smoke under its soles.


    A smudge of confusion lingered in the creature''s eyes¡ª A steel blade drew an arc, severing the head of the abomination.


    The abominations kin cast a glance at their companion when his body plummeted to the ground, stirring the dust.


    Amidst the swirling shadows, Ajax''s figure came to view, taking shape within the thinning smoke. His weapon dripping blood.


    The abomination bellowed in anger, charging head-on, claws ready to mutilate Ajax.


    One of the frenzied beasts threw a wide swipe, its claws tearing through Ajax''s body. It crackled in joy, a wide grin plastered on its face. Dark tendrils flew out of the shadows, impaling its body and lifting its corpse high in the air before getting torn to shreds.


    The other abominations stared in horror as Ajax''s "corpse" morphed into shadows, leaving behind a trail of dark smoke, elongated tendrils jutting out.


    The dark smoke darted towards the beasts, remaining unfazed even under the unrelenting barrage of attacks the abominations sent.


    Their claws would simply pass through the smoke, striking nothing but air. Their stomps would merely stir the dust.


    The cluster of dark smoke would swiftly take Ajax''s form as he sent ruthless counterattacks.


    His blade weaved in the air, ripping apart, limb by limb, one of the beasts before morphing into shadows yet again.


    The creatures howled in rage, their claws swiping in a frenzy, panic seizing hold of their hearts.


    However, their attacks proved ineffective. Each time their claws struck Ajax, his body would simply explode into a carnage of darkness and shadows. Leaving the abominations at a loss as their deaths piled up.


    Ajax''s blade hummed in the air, slowly devouring the monsters until only one remained.


    The beast trembled in fear, cowering in the corner as it laid eyes on its kin, or at least what was left of them.


    It screeched, jolting away as it ran through the tall bushes, weaving through the towering trees, yearning for escape.


    But there was no escape.


    Its vision swirled, and the headless body of an abomination lay before its eyes, light escaping its gaze.


    Ajax emerged from the smoke, his steel armor drenched in blood. He sheathed his blade as he made his way to Samael.


    Samael sat there, his eyes wide. What occurred was simply too unrealistic. Ajax slaughtered the enemy he was having so much trouble with. Is this what power truly looks like?


    "Can you move?" Ajax asked.


    Samael shifted his gaze to his mentor. "Yes..."


    "Good, let''s move; we can''t stay here any longer. The blood will attract other monsters," he stated.


    Samael rose to his feet, wiping off the blood marring his cheeks.


    "Irvel village is near; we should make it before the sun sets at the horizon," Ajax said as he approached the corpses on the ground.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "What are you doing?" he asked.


    Ajax came down to his knees, a knife nestling in his palm. "I''m taking their Dunamis," Ajax replied.


    "Duna¡ªwhat?" Samael asked in confusion.


    Ajax plunged his knife through the crimson skin of the abominations, dragging it and creating a wide opening. Without warning, he delved through the layers of flesh, blood, and organs, retrieving a small gray sphere.


    "This is a dunamis. It''s what stores our ethos and allows us to manipulate our elements. Absorbing it can make us stronger," Ajax explained.


    Samael silently watched as Ajax proceeded to tear holes in the beasts and take their Dunamis, tucking them in one of his pouches.


    "Let''s go," Ajax said.


    Samael nodded briefly as he trailed close behind Ajax.


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 CH19-Truth shrouded in mysteries

    A woman, adorned in a simple red tunic, hurriedly navigated her way to the village''s clinic. Nearly stumbling a few times. Worry staining her visage.


    Upon arriving there, a gathering had already formed, flocking the clinic''s entrance mercilessly. Their murmurs filled the air as they sneaked peeks beyond the weathered wooden door.


    One of the villagers spotted the woman. "Sharon! Come quick, the watchers have arrived!" The man exclaimed.


    Sharon''s heart galloped as she pushed through the crowd, stepping foot inside the dim room.


    There sat Samael and Ajax, their steel armor marred with blood from their previous clash. The scent of iron filling the room.


    Ajax silently lurked in the far corner of the hut while Samael was taking treatment from the village doctor.


    Fortunately, they both came out relatively unharmed. Although Samael did sustain a few minor injuries, he''ll be fine with some adequate rest.


    They arrived in the village not too long ago, surprising some of the inhabitants as they barged in, caked in the guts of their enemy.


    After some clarification, they eventually managed to enter without further discord. They were immediately taken to the village doctor to check for injuries, even when they profusely refused.


    "How are you holding up?" Ajax asked.


    "I''m fine, just a shallow nick in my cheek, although my left forearm guard is ripped to shreds after taking the attack of the enemy," Samael replied, his arm laid forward as the village doctor wrapped them in layers of bandages.


    "Good, don''t be dismayed; they''ve served their purpose well," Ajax said.


    "By the way, Ajax, what was¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short as a woman clad in a red tunic barged inside.


    The village doctor sprung up. "Sharon? What are you doing here? I''m currently treating our guests!" He said.


    "Please guide her out," the doctor said, beckoning two men to escort Sharon away.


    "No! I need to know¡ªunhand me!" She bellowed, flailing under the grasp of the villagers.


    "It''s okay," Ajax''s voice reverberated.


    Sharon ripped her arms away, inching closer to Ajax. "Did you see my son? He''s a boy around the age of your companion. He has brown hair similar to mine and wears a green wristband. Please! Did you see him!?" She asked frantically.


    Ajax tried to console the woman. "Calm down, maam¡ª"


    "HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?! MY BOY IS OUT THERE! ALONE! I¡ª" Tears burst out of her eyes, meandering down her cheeks.


    "No, please, not my son. He''s all I have!" Her sobs resonated within the room, leaving trails of hushed echoes.


    Samael''s gaze couldn''t meet the woman''s; he knew the feeling of losing someone you love. He knows the horrors it can bring and the sleepless nights it can induce.


    "My son! Have you seen him?!" she asked once more.


    Ajax slowly wagged his head.


    The woman fell to her knees, her hand tightly grasping a wooden horse.


    "That''s enough, Sharon; come on, you''re hurting yourself." The doctor beckoned for the men to escort the woman away before turning to Ajax and Samael. "We''ll leave the investigation of these disappearances to you, sir, watchers," he said before leaving the room.


    Silence prevailed once more, fueling the suffocating atmosphere seizing the room.


    "Ajax, how are we sure that what we encountered wasn''t the culprit for these disappearances?" Samael asked, shattering the chilling silence.


    "That''s because they''re not. What we fought is called Kunilor, a humanoid monster that specializes in speed and stealth. They often camouflage deep in the forest and are smart enough to stay away from human settlements," Ajax explained.


    "It''s already odd enough that we met not only one but a whole group of them on our way here. Even stranger is that they''re so hostile that they''ll willingly attack us," he continued.


    Samael fell deep into contemplation. If what Ajax said is true, then what could''ve caused these monsters to travel so far from their habitat? Unless...


    Samael shot a glance at Ajax. "These abominations..."


    "Yes, someone or something... forced them to leave their burrows," Ajax confirmed his suspicions.


    ***


    Samael and Ajax sat around a wooden table, with varieties of food laid before them to eat. The village elder insisted on treating them with courtesy, seeing their willingness to help. Apparently, the rewards for this quest weren''t all that great compared to most. This made Samael look at Ajax in a different light.


    Samael absentmindedly gazed at his food, his eyes lost deep in thoughts.


    "You should eat; we need to recover our strength as fast as we can," Ajax said, breaking Samael from his stupor.


    Samael smiled wryly. He lost his appetite after witnessing the mother kneel before them, begging them to tell her if they''d found his little boy.


    "Samael, don''t let the emotions get ahead of you. As watchers, we need to be on our best when fighting abominations; don''t let the death of one affect you too much," Ajax warned.


    Samael couldn''t even refute the man. He understands that as watchers, death is their partner, and dealing with death was never easy.


    "I understand," Samael replied as he took bites from his steaming hot bread.


    For a while, they ate in silence, bathing in the peace it offered.


    "Let''s lay out what we know," Ajax said, luring Samael''s attention to him.


    Samael took out the parchment paper containing the details of their quest, delicately laying it on the wooden desk.


    "The quest addresses the sudden disappearances of cattle in the village, followed by three individuals, namely: a farmer, a kid, and a watcher," Ajax stated.


    "The receptionist also mentioned that these odd disappearances occurred quite recently as well," Ajax followed.


    "Could our encounter back in the forest really have a connection to these missing cases?" Samael inquired.


    "The evidence we hold is insufficient, but as I''ve said, Kunilor''s often, if not all the time, avoid humans like a plague. They''re also highly territorial and would stay in one place most of their lives," Ajax answered.


    Ajax fell silent, lost deep in his own thoughts. Samael''s gaze remained fixed on the parchment paper, lost deep in contemplation as well.


    A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips. In the end, he couldn''t figure anything out. The facts and evidence they hold, as Ajax said, are still insufficient. The odd monster behavior could very well be caused by other factors and may never have been connected in their case in the first place.


    "There''s no point trying to form a clear hypothesis based on splintered facts; for now, rest. Tomorrow we''ll move," Ajax instructed before storming off.


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    Samael sat in silence for a while, thoughts wreaking havoc in his mind. But fatigue eventually caught up to him, and his snores soon filled the wooden hut.


    The golden glow of the sun soon loomed on the horizon, bathing the room in its radiant embrace and, at the same time, signaling the start of another day.


    Samael stepped out of his room, the wind wafting through his hair. Ajax sat around the familiar wooden table, a blood-soaked rag nesting in his palm.


    It seemed even Ajax hated filth. Well, good for them, seeing how the villagers gave them looks of disgust. Who likes blood to begin with?


    Noticing him, Ajax shifted his gaze ahead, slowly sheathing his blade back into its scabbard.


    "Eat up, and we''ll start our investigation as soon as possible," Ajax said.


    Samael nodded, swiftly gulping down the food prepared for him. Afterwards, he did a round of maintenance, carefully inspecting his gear and weapons as taught by Ajax.


    Samael took out Crimson Raven, a frown etching lines on his face.


    To think those abominations would damage Crimson Raven this much A sigh escaped his lips.


    His axe wasn''t faring that well after his battle. The abomination left deep gashes on its steel surface, but he should still be able to use it if he takes good enough care.


    Setting his axe aside, Ajax''s voice echoed in the room. "Are you done?" he asked.


    "Yes," Samael briefly answered.


    Ajax had carefully thought out the course of action they''d take, with the first step being interrogations.


    They went around the village, asking people and gathering more details regarding the sudden disappearances. Ajax proposed they split to cover more ground effectively.


    "Did I notice anything? Hmm... Not really no, all I know is that old man Verun just went and vanished in the dead of the night along with Sharon''s poor boy," a man around his thirties answered.


    So the farmer''s name is Verun "Sir, do you happen to know if Verun has any relatives in this village?" he asked.


    "Old man Verun''s family... I don''t think he has any family left, but I did hear he''s taking care of a girl. As to who? That I''m not sure," the man replied.


    Samael gave his thanks before leaving. He asked around and found out that the girl the old man Verun was taking care of was named Ella.


    Samael approached a small wooden house close to an animal barn. He knocked three times before the sounds of footsteps whispered in his ears.


    A click resounded in the air as the brown oak door flung open, revealing a girl around her teens wearing simple peasant clothes.


    Her complexion was pale, with dark circles marring her eyes. She shifted her gaze down, her brows furrowed as she glanced at Samael.


    "A kid...? How can I help you?" She asked, her tone barely audible.


    "I''m from the watcher guild, and I''m here to ask a few questions," Samael answered.


    "You''re a watcher? Oh, I see. Unfortunately, sister Ella can''t play with you right now; go with the other kids and ask them instead," she replied.


    Samael lodged his shoes in between the wooden doors. "I''m not here to play, maam; I''m Samael from the watchers." He withdrew his pendant for Ella to see. "My mentor is currently gathering information, so he''s not here at the moment," Samael explained.


    Ella hurriedly lowered her stance. "I''m sorry for my insolence!" She apologized.


    "It''s okay; I''m just doing my job," Samael replied.


    "Uh, please come in," the girl beckoned, enlarging the gap on the door.


    He was offered drinks and snacks, but Samael refused. He came here for business, and business he shall do.


    "Miss Ella, you''re old man Verun''s daughter, am I correct?" Samael asked in clarification.


    "Yes, you can say that," Ella answered.


    "Can you tell me more about old man Verun?" Samael requested.


    Ella fell deep into her thoughts. "Verun was a kind man; he took me in when I was a kid. Ever since then, he''s considered me his daughter and has taken great care of me. He said his children have all left him and gone off to pursue their ambitions," Ella said.


    "Does everyone think so as well?" Samael asked.


    "I believe yes, Verun was kind to everyone. He would offer them some of his harvest every year and join the village festivities often," she replied.


    "Can you tell me more regarding his sudden disappearance?" Samael asked.


    Silence befell the room, the atmosphere taking a turn for the worst.


    "I-I don''t know what happened. I was sleeping when Verun was kidnapped," she answered, tears welling in the corner of her eyes.


    Samael halted before asking once more. "Did you notice anything at all? It''s okay even if you''re unsure."


    Ella wiped the tears staining her cheeks. "I t-think I heard him muttering to himself about how we''ve lost some cattle," she said.


    So he''s one of the people who lost some animals? Samael thought.


    "Does he usually take night strolls on the farm?" Samael asked.


    "N-No, I don''t think so," Ella answered.


    Could old man Verun brought it upon himself to guard the cattle? Samael wondered.


    "Is there anything else?" Samael asked one last time.


    "No, not that I know of," Ella replied.


    Samael rose to his feet. "Thanks, Miss Ella, for answering some of my queries," Samael said.


    "No, I should be the one thanking you for extending a helping hand," she said.


    Samael was escorted out of the house by Ella. After that, he took off back to his cabin, where Ajax stood in waiting.


    "So how did it go?" Ajax asked.


    "Apparently, the name of the farmer that went missing is Verun; he has an animal farm and is taking care of a girl named Ella. Based on her testimony, Verun vanished when she was asleep; this was backed by the words of another villager, stating that Verun vanished in the midst of the night along with Sharon''s kid. Ella mentioned that she heard Verun mention that they''ve lost cattle." Samael stated the fruits of his labor.


    "I suspect old man Verun was out guarding his cattle when he vanished," Samael proposed.


    Ajax gave a brief nod. "As you''ve said, I also got the same response from the other villagers that Verun and Sharon''s kid vanished at the same time in the peak of the night. No one saw what happened seeing that most of them were already asleep," Ajax confirmed his findings.


    "Ella also mentioned that Verun was liked by everyone and would often attend the festivities," Samael added.


    "Then that lessens the possibility of murder," Ajax said.


    "Did you get anything else, Ajax?" Samael asked.


    "I went off and asked the folks if there were any visitors. Aside from the watcher that went to investigate, they had no recollection of anyone entering or leaving," Ajax replied.


    "The fact that a watcher went missing whilst investigating is already concerning. That just strengthens the fact that this is probably not connected to a heinous murder. No one in this village can take out a full-bloom Emerald-ranked watcher," Ajax deduced.


    Samael and Ajax fell silent once more. If a monster did take out the watcher investigating this case...


    Samael felt a shiver run down his spine. Ajax himself was a diamond-rank watcher, just above the emerald tier. If the watcher that was killed was that strong, then just how much stronger is the abomination that killed the person in question?


    "Come," Ajax beckoned, breaking Samael from his stupor.


    "Where to?" he asked, his brows arching upward.


    "To the village elder," Ajax answered.


    After making their way to the elders house, they were greeted with a wide smile and open arms.


    "Ah, Ajax, come inside; make yourselves at home," he said as he leaned on his oak cane, its smooth surface intricately designed.


    Noticing Samael''s gaze, he said "Quite beautiful, isn''t it? This was made by the best craftsman in the village, anyways. Come."


    Sitting down, he asked "So, what brought you here?" he asked.


    "We came to ask a few questions," Ajax said.


    "Oh my, where''s my manners? My name is Eric, the village elder. Do you want anything to drink? Snacks perhaps?" Eric asked.


    "No, but thank you for the offer," Ajax politely declined.


    Huh Samael''s brows furrowed.


    "So, ask your questions, and I will happily accommodate you," Eric said.


    "Regarding the disappearances, do you remember when the watcher before us arrived?" Ajax asked.


    "Hmm... Oh! That fellow. He arrived here about two or three months ago, tall man he was, quite young as well," the village elder answered.


    "Elaborate," Ajax said.


    "Why yes, of course. Originally, the watcher that came here wasn''t here with a quest in mind. He was simply stopping by as he was injured in a recent mission," the elder said.


    Ajax halted the man. "When did the disappearances begin?" he asked.


    The elder fell deep into contemplation. "I believe it was around two months ago," he answered.


    "Can you retell how it began?" Ajax asked.


    "Well... two months ago, we lost a few cattle in one night. We dismissed it thinking it was done by forest mutts. However, the next month, the same thing occurred, except the amount of cattle that went missing doubled," Eric narrated.


    "We grew a little suspicious, thinking that someone might be stealing our cattle, but we didn''t voice our concerns then. Until a week later, dozens more of our cattle went missing, forcing us to put a notice on the watchers," Eric resumed.


    "However, the watcher that was staying with us took the quest without a second thought. He said he owed us and wanted to solve the disappearances himself, so we allowed him to."


    "Unfortunately, his investigation was fruitless because the next week after that, another batch of our newly bought animals had gone missing once more! That was about two weeks ago," Eric recalled.


    "Then?" Samael asked.


    "Then the watcher got suspicious. I even remember our conversation before he went missing. He said to me: It is odd how your cattle have gone missing without any one of us noticing at all. I''m afraid there might be a supernatural force acting behind the curtains. Yes, that''s what he said," Eric said.


    "And as you could''ve guessed, he went missing along with Verun and Sharon''s son Tori about a week ago," Eric answered.


    "It all connects," Ajax said.


    "It took us a week to get here after the watchers guild reported the disappearances of the three individuals in question," Ajax stated.


    "Last question: do you happen to know of any disturbances in the forest south of the village?" Ajax asked.


    Eric shifted his gaze to his tea cup, taking a sip before replying. "I''m afraid I don''t know anything about what you''re talking about." The aroma of his freshly brewed tea permeated the room. It was quite relaxing.


    "I see. Well, thanks for your cooperation; we''ll be leaving now," Ajax said before he rose to his feet.


    Samael gave a brief nod, following close to Ajax as he stormed off the cabin.


    "Ajax... Isn''t the village elder too enthusiastic knowing that three people vanished from his village?" Samael couldn''t help but question.


    "He was lying," Ajax said.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked.


    "He was truthful when he narrated the events before the disappearances, but when he answered my question regarding the disturbances south of the village, he shifted his gaze and averted his eyes away," Ajax answered.


    "But is that enough to deduce he lied to us?" Samael inquired. He didn''t want to accuse an innocent person and possibly ruin their life.


    "His shadow told me enough. The moment I fired my last question, his shadow shook a little, signaling that he was nervous when answering me," Ajax said.


    I didn''t see anything; maybe it''s because of his affinity? Samael wondered.


    "For now, we''ll investigate the forest south of here; maybe we''ll uncover what is really causing all this mess," Ajax said, his gaze peering far into the depths of those towering trees.


    Samael''s grip tightened. Things were slowly coming to light. He just wishes they''d see through it.

 CH20-Truth shrouded in mysteries (2)

    The forest south of Irvel village is home to many creatures, some hostile to humans, while others pose no threat to the livelihood of those that reside in the community.


    All the people in the village grew up being taught to stay away from the forest. Stories would be told of the unknown horrors lurking beneath the shades of those towering trees.


    As such, Ajax and Samael were left with barely any reliable information after circling the village. Most of the inhabitants only knew false, exaggerated rumours.


    "My ma told me once that a monster so grotesque lives in the woods south of this village. Arms as long as vines and fangs as sharp as razors!" A man said.


    "I heard fairies reside in those woods and watch over this village! We must have incurred their wrath for these disappearances to occur!" A woman exclaimed.


    Answers like these were the norm, and this left Samael and Ajax with barely any leads to go with. Forcing them to unravel all the mysteries on their own.


    As the sun reached its peak, Samael and Ajax found themselves on the border south of Irvel village, where they stumbled upon a humble farmer.


    "You folks delving in the forest? You should go back while you still have the chance," the man warned.


    He was a man in his 50s with grey hair and a hunched back, adorned in peasant clothes like all the rest. Wrinkles have marred his face, along with the coarse callous nesting in his palms, a testament to the years of labour he''s been through.


    "Don''t worry, sir; we''re watchers who specialise in these types of environments," Samael assured the man, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    "Hmm... To think someone as young as you is already tackling such a harrowing occupation..." he said.


    "How long have you been living here, sir?" Samael asked.


    Ajax went ahead and told him to stay put. He said he''d scout ahead and examine the vicinity of the forest before they set foot.


    "You''re interested in the ramblings of an old man? It seems youngsters these days have time to spare," the man said.


    Samael smiled wryly.


    "Well, if you insist," the old man muttered.


    "Me, pa, and ma used to live down at Edensburgh. It''s a village far east. Well, it used to be. But it got overrun by monsters, and we were forced to move here when I was but a youngling," he narrated.


    "It''s been 40 or so years since we''ve settled down. I grew up here and came to love this small village. I''ve seen many come and go, the fortunate and unfortunate moments pass. That reminds me..." The man came to a brief halt, as if reminiscing about the past.


    "There was once a nun that resided in this village, about 16 or 15 years ago? I have forgotten. She was a wonderful person with a kind, compassionate heart. A devout follower of the Church of Light," the man said.


    "She always warned us to stay away from the forest and to never disturb the creatures that live there. She was highly strict when it came to such topics, especially regarding the south," he continued.


    "My memory betrays me now; I do not remember the details as to why, but the village lives by her words."


    Samael''s gaze trailed far into the towering trees. Lost in the torrents of emotions raging in his heart.


    The Church of Light, worshippers of the God of Light and Peace: Taranius. People all over the globe praise his kindness and his power. Yet, when Samael needed him the most, he was as bright as the cold night sky.


    Gods, deities, higher beings? He''s ceased to believe in such figures. He''s seen too much of the darkness to know that their light only reaches so far. Oh, so far.


    "I see; thank you for telling me," Samael answered after a brief silence.


    The sound of steel boots rang in the air as Ajax made his way towards the two.


    "Come, the vicinity is clear," Ajax said, beckoning Samael to follow close.


    Raising to his feet, he dusted himself. "Thanks again, grandpa; I''ll see you later." Samael bid his farewells before following in the footsteps of his mentor.


    Setting foot into the southern forest, a strange chill sent shivers down Samael''s spine.


    His brows furrowed as he gazed around. "Isn''t this place a little too silent?" he asked Ajax.


    "I saw no animals here," he replied.


    Samael''s frown deepened. No animals? How can that be?


    "That can''t be; there''s no way such a lush forest is empty and desolate," Samael retorted.


    However, this statement of his was soon rebuked as they traversed deeper into the forest.


    There was no wind, no animals, and no insects. Just the eerie silence that encompasses the towering trees.


    "I told you, there are no animals here," Ajax said.


    Samael gave a brief nod, his gaze darting back and forth. If he knows something, the absence of animals in a specific area usually means one of two things. Either the place is not fit for life, or something of great horror lurks within the dark crevices of these woods.


    Samael has questions regarding this place, but now is not the time.


    Ajax approved of this action. It seems Samael understood the situation and took the appropriate decisions.


    As they dived deeper, the cold, suffocating atmosphere of the forest trailed close.


    Samael''s chest rose and fell, akin to a boat stranded in the middle of a storm. But he was too preoccupied to notice these subtle changes.


    Ajax halted his steps, his fist raised in the air.


    Samael tensed up, his hand hovering close to his side, ready to summon Crimson Raven if needed.


    "Odd..." Ajax muttered.


    "What do you mean?" Samael asked, his heart racing out of his chest.


    "We''ve gone far enough from the village, yet we''ve never encountered anything at all, not even abominations," Ajax said.


    Come to think of it... Samael wandered his gaze around his vicinity. The forest remained dormant, devoid of life and abominations. Such traits are nigh impossible, especially in an area so close to a human settlement. If anything, it would be more plausible if this place were crawling with monsters.


    And why do I feel so nervous? Samael thought in exasperation. Ever since he set foot in this forest, he''s been fidgeting nonstop. Not to mention, his stamina isn''t so weak that he''s out of gas after travelling a couple hundred steps.


    Just what is going on? Samael wondered.


    Ajax strode forward through the tall bushes, delicately brushing them to the side as he hunched down.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch. "Is there something wrong?" Samael asked.


    Ajax bolted up as he approached the trees, each step firm and purposeful. With his steel gauntlets, he firmly swept the coarse bark, rubbing his fingers together.


    "Let''s leave," Ajax said.


    "Okay," Samael replied, his forehead creased. Just what is happening right now?


    Samael wiped the icy beads of sweat meandering down his forehead. His breath was deep and ragged.


    Did I catch some form of disease? Am I poisoned? Samael wondered.


    Codex, show me my status, Samael commanded. Unfortunately, he didn''t manage to absorb the void essence of the two Kunilors he killed during their previous clash. It''s quite a shame, but he couldn''t risk compromising their safety for something he could earn later.


    A dark blue panel warped in front of him, bathing his face in its radiant glow.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


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    Rank: Awakened


    Condition: Fatigue [Debuff], Fear [Debuff]


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    SPD/AGI: 12


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    "What the..." Samael muttered under his breath, his eyes jolted wide.


    Debuff? Fear? Fatigue? What the hell is this? Samael wondered.


    Codex, can you explain what a debuff is? Samael asked.


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    Skill...? Don''t tell me... Samael''s face paled. He shot a glance at Ajax, thoughts wreaking havoc in his mind.


    He wanted to tell his mentor about his new discovery, but doing so might attract the attention of whoever or whatever cast the debuff upon him.


    He gritted his teeth. He''ll have to endure for now. Not to mention, telling his mentor means he''ll reveal the existence of the Codex. He trusts Ajax enough to disclose his element, but the system? He''s hesitant.


    But isn''t he my mentor? No, just because he''s my assigned instructor doesn''t mean I''ll have to share everything. But he trusted me enough to tell me about his affinity.


    Thinking back, the people who know Ajax the most trust him with all their hearts. The blacksmith, the woman back in the apothecary, and even the guards of the sanctuary


    As they neared the exit of the chilling forest, Samael''s thoughts came to a conclusion. Ajax wasn''t just his mentor; he was a friend.


    Ajax is a straightforward person; he says what he thinks and does what he wants. He shows his kindness by his actions, even if what he gets in return is feeble in comparison. Above all, Samael believes what Ajax values most is loyalty.


    Yes, he will do what he must.


    Samael remained silent for the rest of their voyage. After leaving the forest, he felt considerably better. He could breathe properly, and the persistent chill in his bones had subsided. Upon checking with the Codex, the debuff effects Fear and Fatigue have vanished, leaving no trace of their existence.


    Back in their abode, Samael sat down with a resounding sigh. A frown etched deep in his face.


    Ajax sat on the other side of the table, crossing his arms as he submerged in the silence.


    Taking a mouthful of air, Samael spoke. "Ajax..."


    The man shot a glance at him.


    "I need to tell you something," Samael resumed.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the steel visor of Ajax. "Back in the forest, something or someone cast a skill on me. It temporarily bestowed me fear and fatigue," he confessed.


    "However, the fear and fatigue cast on me vanished the moment we left the forest," Samael narrated his experience.


    "As for how I knew, I¡ª"


    Ajax raised his hand, cutting him off abruptly. "We all have our own secrets. You are not compelled to tell me anything; I trust you as you trust me."


    Samael was shocked silent for a brief while. A single thought lingering in his mind.


    Ajax was indeed his trusted companion.


    "Thank you," Samael gratefully said.


    Ajax gave a stiff nod. "As you''ve said, I also felt the effects of the debuff Fatigue and Fear back in the forest. However, I failed to sense who''s casting it on us," he said.


    "That leaves us with three¡ªno, four¡ªpossible options," Ajax stated.


    "Four?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    "First, someone or something casted it upon us. But, seeing as how we''re unable to detect the caster, it''s highly implausible. Unless we were cursed."


    "What''s the difference between a debuff and curses?" Samael asked.


    "A debuff can be easily cast by an entity or person, which also means we can track who caused it by the fluctuations of energy. However, a curse is different. It can come in many different ways. One of which is through engravings or markings. By etching a diagram in your body, they can form an outlet to constantly put you under heinous effects, even in far distances. But in our case, I saw no changes with our shadows," Ajax explained.


    "Second probability, there could be a totem situated in the forest that constantly casts the debuff. But this is also nigh implausible since I saw no runes on our voyage," Ajax pointed out.


    "Third, a curse lies in the forest itself, bestowing debuffs to those that set foot in its woodland realm. This is also highly unlikely. If a curse was casted on the forest, then it should be in a state that cannot sustain life or filled with abominations to the brim. Now, this might sound the most feasible choice, but upon checking earlier, I saw traces of life in the forest, which means it wasn''t long since they vanished."


    "This brings me to the last and most problematic possibility: a subspace. There''s a separate dimension in the forest that inflicts the debuff on us," Ajax said, his tone grim.


    "Subspace? How do we know if something of the kind lurks in the forest? We''ve been there, but our expedition bore fruitless," Samael said.


    "Subspaces are hard to find. They don''t exist in this dimension, hence the name. Imagine inside a manor, you''re inside a room, and there''s another chamber next to yours. You know it''s there, but don''t know what lies beyond," Ajax said.


    "So how do we figure it out?" Samael asked. If this subspace is indeed as Ajax stated, then how are they going to solve this case?


    "Simple, we open a hole," Ajax answered.


    ***


    Ajax told him his plan. While they suspect a subspace lies hidden in the southern forest, they will never know for sure until they see it themselves.


    However, unveiling a subspace is by no means a walk in the park. They would need something Ajax coined "Atlas." It''s a device imbedded with time and space runes.


    An atlas is capable of distorting time and space within a small area. Unfortunately, it doesn''t end there. They would also need a concoction named Gyser.


    It''s a liquid concoction made from various rare herbs and ingredients. Once applied to a blade, it can tear a hole in space itself for a fixed amount of time.


    With the help of an Atlas, they would be able to form a temporary entrance to this subspace if it indeed does exist.


    But yet another hurdle blocks their path. The amount of time a Gyser can sustain is highly brief, so they would require to be quick and fast on their feet.


    Ajax left a while ago to collect the materials needed for their grand plan. He estimates that it may take a week at most to get everything, even with the help of the guild.


    A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips. He didn''t know monster killing took so much time and effort. But who can he blame? At the end of the day, all these preparations are for their safety.


    Samael glanced outside. The luminescent glow of the sun was setting over the horizon, marking the passing of another day.


    The ethereal light of the moon soon painted the night sky dark. The village has gone silent once more. Yet Samael found himself taking a leisurely stroll.


    The village has gone to sleep now. The only light guiding Samael is the dim glow of the moon and the lit torches by the side of the dirt road.


    He had no qualms with it, for even in darkness, his vision remains the same.


    The gentle embrace of the wind wafted through his hair. The scent of grass and earth invaded his senses, along with the distant sounds of footsteps.


    Wait¡ª Footsteps? Samael''s eyes flung open. His gaze darted back and forth, seeking the direction of the sound.


    In the corner of his eyes, a silhouette bolted away.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Samael flew towards the location of the figure. The wind lashed against his face.


    The silhouette took a sharp turn, stumbling a few times as he raced to escape Samael''s vision by taking refuge behind the wooden cabins.


    Samael clenched his jaw, dark smoke billowing out of his soles. His figure zoomed forward, swiftly halting where the unknown figure once stood.


    He''s gone. Samael thought.


    It is in times like these that he wishes Ajax had taught him how to track.


    Crouching down, he closely examined the scene for any traces leading to the culprit.


    Unfortunately, the silhouette was smart. He left no traces, not even footprints.


    Samael stood guard for the rest of the night. In case the culprit comes back again, maybe this time he''ll catch who it is.


    As the morning sun greeted Irvel village, the town erupted into an uproar.


    The villagers immediately noticed some of their cattle had gone missing once more. News of this spread like wildfire, causing unrest within the populace.


    "Didn''t we have a watcher in the village?" A man asked.


    "He left yesterday morning on an errand. He hasn''t come back," another chimed in.


    "How about the kid with him? Isn''t he a watcher as well?" A woman pointed out.


    Samael pushed through the flickering crowd, earning the gaze of all the inhabitants.


    "That''s the kid, right?" A voice asked.


    "Isn''t he supposed to take care of this matter? Are we paying them for naught?" A man asked.


    Eric, the village elder, came up. "People! Calm down! I know we all feel a little unnerved by these disappearances, but, please, do not blame the watchers. They''re willingly trying to help even if our rewards aren''t that great. Have some humility!" He said.


    Samael met the gaze of the people head-on. "I caught a glimpse of the culprit stealing the cattle last night," he announced.


    The crowd gasped in unison, their whispers leaving trails of echoes in the air.


    "You did!? Tell us! Who the hell is the bastard stealin our cattle?" A man roared in rage.


    The crowd erupted in chaos as they bombarded Samael with questions regarding the culprit.


    "Who is it?! Tell us!"


    "I''ll skin that fucker when I find him!"


    "Did he cause the disappearances of old man Verun and little Tori?"


    The village elder slammed his cane on the ground, luring the attention of the villagers to him once more.


    "Silence! Let Samael speak of what he saw," Eric said.


    The crowd went silent, anticipation brimming in the air.


    "Last night, I took a stroll around the village when I saw a silhouette in one of the animal barns. I was about to approach him when he ran away in haste. I chased after him, but he took refuge behind the cabins, and I lost track of where he went. Whoever it was, he knew where to go and covered his tracks well," he retold.


    "Damn, son of a bitch!" A man roared.


    "That person probably knew his way around the village!"


    "Piece of scum! Don''t tell me it''s one of us!"


    Chaos stirred in the air as the villagers started pointing fingers. Arguments as to who it could be bloomed, sowing distrust in the hearts of the populace.


    "CALM YOURSELVES!!!" Eric bellowed. His voice reverberated in the air.


    "Samael, are you sure of what you saw? Perhaps you simply saw wrong? We''ve all lived in this village in harmony for years. Why would we stab each other behind the back now?" Eric asked, his tone grim.


    "The elder is right..."


    "Indeed, isn''t it odd that the moment the watchers got here, misfortunes befell our community?"


    "Now that you mentioned it..."


    Piercing gazes fell on Samael, carving holes in him. However, he stood steadfast, meeting their gazes with defiance.


    "Do not take it to heart, boy, but you know, they say a ''black cat'' crossing your path brings bad luck. Funny how we haven''t seen any cats, but luck''s been running thin," Eric said.


    Samael''s gaze sharpened. "Are you blaming us for the disappearances?" he asked, his tone heavy and unforgiving.


    "I did not mean that; I''m simply stating that if we don''t find this "culprit" soon, then this village will be starving sooner or later," Eric replied.


    He turned around, facing the villagers present. "Now, all of you go back and leave the rest to our guests; take a break and cool off," he instructed.


    "You too, Samael; rest for now," Eric said before storming away.


    The villagers are losing trust in us; if we don''t find this culprit soon, I fear¡ªHmm? Samael''s train of thoughts halted as he gazed at Eric''s figure walking away.


    "Did you scrape your knee, elder?" He asked, freezing the man in place.


    "I can''t help but notice your left leg is limping even with the help of your cane," Samael pointed out.


    Eric shot a sidelong glance at Samael. "Oh, this? It''s nothing; I bumped it when making tea yesterday," he said.


    "I see, then you better get it treated soon, Elder," Samael said before bolting away. A lone thought dwelling in his mind.


    It can''t be right...?

 CH21-Truth shrouded in mysteries (3)

    Samael sat around the table, his eyes lost deep in contemplation. He and Ajax had suspicions that Eric was indeed omitting details regarding the southern forest. But Samael''s doubts had taken root even deeper than he had thought.


    He closed his eyes. What did he see last night?


    There was a silhouette. He didn''t know whether it was a man or a woman. There was only the shadow cast by the ethereal guidance of the moon.


    The moment he took notice, the silhouette was already stumbling to get away. Yes, he stumbled.


    Can it really be...? Samael doesn''t know anymore.


    He saw the village elder as a rather odd person. Everyone seemed to trust him and respect him. He doesn''t see any reason for him to enact such heinous crimes.


    His behaviour was far too optimistic for someone who''s experiencing such streaks of bad luck.


    Not to mention the wound on his knee.


    Is Eric really the culprit? Samael wondered.


    A resounding sigh escaped his lips. He leaned back, eyes closed.


    Light knocks echoed in the room, luring Samael''s gaze towards the weathered wooden door.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. He rose to his feet, dusting himself as he opened the door.


    Ella stood on the other side of the entrance, a basket nestled in her palms.


    "Miss Ella? What brings you here?" Samael asked, beckoning her to enter.


    "Thank you," she said as she set foot inside the wooden cabin.


    "Do you need anything, Miss Ella?" Samael asked once more.


    "Oh, it''s nothing. I heard the commotion earlier this morning, so I came to check up on you," she explained.


    "It''s okay; there was no harm done," Samael said.


    "I see, that''s great. Here, I brought food," she mentioned.


    "Thank you; you didn''t have to bother," Samael said.


    "No, no, it''s okay," she insisted, setting down the basket filled with bread and fruits.


    "Well, if you insist..." Samael sat down, politely accepting the food offered to him.


    "Is there any news regarding the disappearances of my f-father?" She asked, her figure shifting uncomfortably.


    "I''m sorry, but we''re still currently in the dark," Samael said. Revealing their findings can put their whole operation in jeopardy. For now, they''ll tread carefully and reveal it once they''ve confirmed the real culprit.


    "I see." A shallow sigh escaped her lips.


    She must be worried about his father, Samael thought. He can sympathise with her; after all, he knows the agonising feeling of not being able to do anything to find the people you hold dear.


    Samael''s nose twitched as he took a whiff. Why is this scent so familiar? It was quite a relaxing fragrance. Nevermind. He dismissed.


    "You should take care more, Miss Ella. You shouldn''t burden yourself further and let us handle this case ourselves," Samael advised.


    I''ll keep it in mind. She smiled wryly.


    "Ah, before you leave, may I ask a few questions, Miss Ella?" Samael asked.


    "Hmm? Ask away; it''s no problem," she replied.


    Samael gave a brief nod. "Did your father have any sour relationship with the village elder by any chance?" he asked.


    "The village elder...?" she asked.


    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    "Well, I wouldn''t say they have a bad relationship, but... Father has been in a few quarrels with the elder before," she said.


    "Can you elaborate?" Samael asked.


    "Well, they''ve had some quarrels regarding the election before. The title of village elder is one that is granted by the voting of the people. My father once ran for the position, but they''ve had some mild discrepancy because they both wanted the throne. In the end, father lost by a few votes, souring the relationship between them," Ella narrated.


    So they already have bad blood after all, Samael thought.


    "A week ago, my father went into an argument with the elder before his disappearance. I heard them bicker in the middle of the night regarding the security of the village the elder was supposed to supervise," Ella said.


    "I see; thank you for telling me," Samael said.


    After their brief conversation, Ella left the abode, leaving Samael to his thoughts.


    Is Eric really the culprit? All the evidence we have points to him. But Ajax said I shouldn''t judge things by their cover. Samael stood up, making his way out of the wooden cabin.


    He will have to delve deeper before he makes his final verdict. But where do I start? Samael asked himself


    What will Ajax do in my situation? Samael wondered. Looking back, Ajax was a very meticulous person.


    If that''s the case, then he''ll have to retrace his steps and check every single detail along his path.


    ***


    Samael wandered in the village, his mind steadfastly braving the storm of thoughts.


    If he were to be honest, killing someone because of such a simple argument feels a little too much. Perhaps there''s more to the story hidden in between the lines.


    Samael''s investigation ensued once more. He went around asking people the same question. "Do you know any details regarding the previous election?"


    "The previous election...? Hmm... Ah! Isn''t that where the Elder and Old Man Verun competed against each other for the title of Elder? Let''s see... If my memory serves me right, I think they had a mild quarrel, but I heard they made up eventually," a villager said.


    "Oh, that election? Well, I saw them get heated up during the debate, but isn''t everyone like that?" another answered.


    "It was quite the election back then, probably the most exciting we''ve seen. Fortunately, it didn''t seem to tarnish their relationship that much," a villager replied.


    So everything Ella said is what everyone else knows Samael concluded. He didn''t get much from them, but by the looks of it, Verun and Eric seemed to have made up after the election.


    What if the grudges they bear stem deeper than the election? But who can he ask? Everyone seems clueless regarding the personal businesses of Elder Eric and Old Man Verun except...


    Samael made his way towards the border of the southern forest, where a lone cabin stood tall.


    Samael approached the weathered wooden door, knocking a few times on its coarse surface.


    The sounds of footsteps echoed in the air as the door flung open. Revealing a man with grey hair, adorned in simple peasant clothes.


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    "Ho...? Is that you, young man?" He asked, his eyes narrowing down.


    "Yes, it''s me, grandpa," Samael confirmed.


    "Ah, come in, come in," the old man beckoned.


    "Thank you," Samael said as he stepped foot inside the humble abode.


    The house wasn''t too big or too small; it had the basic furniture and appliances for someone to survive. It was simple, but just enough.


    "What brings you here, boy?" The old man asked.


    "I came here to ask more questions," Samael answered.


    "Oh, you''re further interested in my old stories?" The man said.


    "Yes, especially regarding the southern forest and... elder Eric," he stated.


    "The forest, huh? Well, there isn''t much to tell. As I''ve said, there was once a nun living here that taught us the dangers of the forest. Ever since then, no one dared to venture in," the old man said.


    "Once?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, the nun that lived here died years ago. No one knew what happened; all they told us was she caught a disease and left this world without saying anything," the old man replied.


    "It was quite the tragedy for all of us. She was very kind and compassionate; she willingly helped the poor and sick, yet that sickness also took her," he resumed, wiping the beads of tears off his eyes.


    Samael glanced down, his brows furrowed. He despises anything that has even a small resemblance or connection to the Church of Light. But that nun... She was a kind person.


    "How about elder Eric and old man Verun?" Samael asked after a brief silence.


    "The elder and Verun...?" the old man asked.


    "I see. So you think Verun accounted for the disappearances in the village?" The man asked.


    Samael flinched back.


    "It''s quite obvious, but fret not; I won''t reveal anything we''ve talked about," the man assured.


    Samael released a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir," Samael said.


    "Enough of that; let''s get back to the topic at hand." The man waved it off.


    "Personally, I don''t think Eric caused the disappearances," the old man stated.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch. "Why is that, sir?" he asked.


    "Eric is... Verun''s brother," the old man revealed.


    Samael''s eyes widened, and his jaw slung down. The elder was Old Man Verun''s brother...


    "I know it''s shocking, but many of us older folks know of this fact. In the last 80 years of my life in this village, never have I ever seen them get separated; they were practically one person," the man said.


    "I never expected that... WAIT, YOU''RE 80?!" Samael roared in disbelief.


    The old man winced, staggering back as he struck Samael with his cane.


    Samael groaned, his hands massaging his head.


    "You didn''t have to scream!" The old man said.


    "I thought you were 50 at best," Samael said. Is this what retirement does to a person?


    "Oh, do I look that young?" A wide grin plastered on the man''s face.


    A small smile tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips. "Yes, yes," he replied.


    "Okay, let''s go back to the topic before. As I''ve mentioned, Eric and Verun were practically inseparable. They did everything together, not leaving anyone behind," the man stated.


    "But times change, grandpa," Samael retorted.


    "Yes, times do indeed change, but the brotherhood they once had will never fade. They swore a creed before, to never raise a sword against one another, in anger or sadness. I believe that vow will never be broken, ever," the old man said.


    "Especially with Eric''s personality? Forget about grudges; he''s always been a very optimistic person. Even when he''s in a load of problems, he will smile it off and say cheesy lines such as "Everything will be okay; we''ll just have to wait for the storm to pass." Honestly, it still makes me feel skittish to this day." The old man shifted uncomfortably.


    Samael fell silent, lost deep in his thoughts. If what Grandpa said is the truth, that explains Eric''s odd behaviours. It also nullifies the possibility of Eric killing Verun out of spite. But if that''s the case, then who could he have seen?


    "Then, last question, grandpa, can you tell me more regarding the nun that died years ago?" Samael asked.


    While the old man''s testimony lessens his suspicions against the elder, it still doesn''t erase the fact that he lied regarding the southern forest.


    The only person with information that has a connection with the forest is the nun, who passed away from a disease, and the only people Samael can think of who hold knowledge about her are the old man and possibly the doctor who treated her.


    "The nun? Ah, Evelyn. Well, she was a devout believer of the church of light and as such followed their virtues with great passion. As you know, the ministry has three great rules: to never elope and remain pure, to spread kindness, and to never doubt the God of light himself," the old man narrated.


    "She came here with a purpose of spreading faith. But, she eventually fell in love with the village and made it her duty to guide us. Even today, I still vividly remember her golden eyes that shone with such reverence. However, by some tragedy of luck, she vanished, leaving only a single note detailing that she contracted a severe disease and that she would be going away for a while. Eventually, when we heard of her again, she was... gone." The old man fell silent.


    "I...I''m sorry," Samael said.


    "No, it''s okay. It has been years since it happened; the wound might never heal, but her memory will remain pure in our hearts," he said.


    Samael left the cabin after their talk, giving the man some time to himself.


    He strode forward, each step firm and purposeful. His direction? Towards the village clinic, where a mystery remains entombed in time.


    When he got there, he requested to have a private conversation with the doctor. The clinic was closed early that day.


    "So, what do you wish to converse about, Samael?" The doctor asked.


    "If I may ask, do you happen to know Evelyn? The nun that came here years ago¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short as the doctor''s visage darkened.


    "I will stop you there, Samael. Do you know what you''re asking me?" The doctor asked, his tone heavy and grim.


    "Yes, it''s part of my investigation," Samael answered.


    The doctor sighed. "I''m sorry for my outburst. It''s just that... Evelyn was a leading figure for all of us. She was even the one that taught me medicine, and I couldn''t help her in her hardest moment." Tears meandered down the Doctor''s cheeks as he hurriedly wiped them away.


    "I''m sorry; even now it still hurts to remember her last words," the doctor said.


    "Last words...?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, she said to me before life left her eyes, "Do not be sad, protect her in my place," the doctor reminisced.


    "Her?" Samael clarified.


    "Yes, I believe she wanted me to use my medical expertise to keep the village healthy. Even now, I still follow my oath and help those in need without asking for anything," the doctor said, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    "Perhaps, is there something wrong with what she said?" The doctor asked, his brows furrowed.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down. "Can you still remember how she died?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, you might not believe me, but I''ve never seen such sickness before. She vanished around the start of spring and came back around the end of fall, just before winter befell on us. She was bleeding, pale, and exhausted. I don''t know what sort of disease she caught, but it was all too sudden; she died before she could even make it to the bed. I think it was around 14 years ago," the doctor said.


    The doctor stumbled to his table, his visage pale. "I''m sorry, I do not wish to talk about this further," he said.


    "No, it''s okay; I got all I wanted to know. Thank you, doctor," Samael said before leaving.


    Samael made his way back, his mind occupied by all the information brought to light. Unfortunately, there wasn''t much else regarding Evelyn that held any connection to the southern forest.


    "Hm¡ª?"


    A figure collided with Samael. Fortunately, he managed to maintain his balance and avoid a fall.


    Jerking his head back, he asked. "Are you okay?¡ª"


    Elder Eric stood there, his hands tightly clinging to Ella, keeping her from landing on her face, her golden eyes quivering.


    "Didn''t I tell you to be more careful last time we met, Miss Ella? You could''ve injured yourself and Samael," Elder Eric advised.


    Ella hurriedly stood up. "Thank you for helping me; I will keep your words in mind," she said as she lowered her stance to a bow, her hands tightly grasping her shoulders.


    "Did you injure yourself?¡ª"


    "No! I''m okay; please do not worry. I will go now as I have business to attend to," she said, cutting off Eric and leaving soon afterwards.


    "That girl is as shy as always; wouldn''t it hurt to converse a little, don''t you think, Samael?" Eric asked.


    "Uh, yes, maybe," he answered in surprise.


    "Next time you meet her, make sure to advise her to be more careful. Last night she bumped into me, causing us to plummet towards the ground," Eric said.


    "Anyways, sorry for taking your time; see you around Samael," Eric said before storming off.


    ***


    As the day came to an end, Samael sat in his room, staring into the unknown.


    If Eric wasn''t the culprit, who could it be? And what is their connection to the monster lying in the southern forest?


    Or perhaps he''s simply jumping to conclusions based on the words of a man he met near the border. Who knows if his words were, in fact, the truth?


    A resounding sigh trailed from his lips as he lay down. It hasn''t been long since Ajax left, and he doesn''t know what to do or where to go. He can''t help but question himself¡ªis he doing the right thing?


    He doesn''t know anymore.


    Samael closed his eyes, allowing himself to gently glide under the loving embrace of sleep.


    The chill of the night was soon overshadowed by the glaring warmth of the sun. Casting shadows over the horizon and welcoming the start of another day.


    Samael woke up, took a bath, ate his breakfast, and did another round of maintenance. Afterwards, he''s off to do another round of investigation.


    He walked around the village once more, asking the locals if they knew or noticed anything odd about the village.


    Unfortunately, their answers would remain the same. Eventually, he would end his day with barely any progress.


    He would repeat this for days, until the day of the festival. It was a dedicated day in Irvel village, where they would have a grand feast in hopes of yet another great harvest this year.


    This festival only occurs once a year; therefore, they couldn''t cancel it no matter the reason.


    The day of the festivities also marks the fifth day Ajax has been gone. Samael remained vigilant all those times, sometimes even taking watch in the midst of the night.


    The village also remained peaceful; no missing cattle, no missing humans, or fights have broken out. The atmosphere was also relatively lively. Perhaps everyone''s spirits were uplifted for the upcoming celebration.


    Samael was on his way to do another round of inspection when his gaze caught a glimpse of a letter. It was encased in a brown envelope with a wax seal of the very medallion he wore.


    What''s this? Samael wondered. Delicately picking up the envelope, he broke the seal and unveiled the message within.


    -Greetings.


    Samael, this is Ajax. I sent this message in advance to inform you of my arrival. I should arrive there before the sun dips over the horizon. I will be waiting for you at the border of the southern forest. Prepare, for what awaits behind those towering trees is the answer to our questions.


    -Ajax.


    Samael''s brows furrowed, his visage dimming as he read further. It seems that the truth shrouding this village will be unveiled soon.


    What horrors await them beneath those chilling woods? Who is the culprit causing all these disappearances?


    Tomorrow is the day of reckoning.

 CH22-Truth shrouded in mysteries (final)

    As the setting glow of the sun painted the sky orange, Samael''s figure could be seen treading his way towards the border of the southern forest.


    His visage was solemn as he made his way towards the promised place.


    There stood Ajax, arms crossed, as he bathed in silence. Noticing Samael''s presence, he cast a sidelong glance.


    "Ajax," Samael said.


    "Report?" Ajax asked.


    You could at least do a simple greeting, right? A sigh escaped his lips.


    "Well, these past few days have been... uneventful. I didn''t get much, but I did stumble upon a tricky situation," Samael replied.


    "Tell me," Ajax ordered.


    "It started the day you went to get the necessary items required for the southern forest raid. That night, I encountered a shadow leading the cattle away. However, I couldn''t catch up in time and lost whoever it was," Samael said.


    "The villagers suspected that it was someone among them, seeing as how the person in question knew their way around the village."


    "The village elder helped me, but they''re starting to doubt us. I also noticed something else..." Samael halted his words, measuring them carefully.


    "I saw a bruise on the left knee of the elder, and I remember the culprit stumbling as he bolted away," Samael pointed out.


    "You''re saying the Elder might indeed be the culprit?" Ajax clarified.


    "I-I''m not sure. I feel as though there is more to this story. I talked to the grandpa near the southern forest. He told me a few interesting things, one of which is that Eric is actually Verun''s brother and that they swore an oath to never harm each other no matter what," Samael said.


    "Do you trust the words of that man?" Ajax asked.


    "I don''t know anymore. I understand that believing the words of a single person seems a little foolish, but I... nevermind," Samael dismissed.


    "We don''t have much of a choice. All the evidence we hold currently points towards the Elder," Ajax said.


    "Upon inspecting the situation, the disappearances follow a fixed schedule. At first it happened every month, but now it happens every week, and if I''m not wrong, today marks the end of this week," he pointed out.


    "Come, let''s unveil the secret laying in slumber within the southern forest," Ajax beckoned Samael to follow.


    Samael gave a brief nod as he trailed close to Ajax.


    Upon arriving there, Ajax took out a small device. It was a cube, with runes carved deep into its smooth surface. It released a soft, tantalising glow that gave the item a hint of mysticism.


    "That''s the atlas?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Ajax answered as he withdrew a small, corked bottle. It shone radiant blue as it swirled inside the glass container.


    "And that''s the Gyser?" Samael pointed out.


    Ajax nodded in response as he rose to his feet. "Come, let''s finish this," he said.


    Samael dusted himself as he released a mouthful of air. It has finally come. It''s time to unveil the secret lying in slumber within these towering trees.


    "SAMAEL!"


    Ajax and Samael cast a glance over their shoulders. Their gaze fixated on the silhouette of a girl.


    "Ella...?" Samael muttered, his brows furrowed.


    "The farmer''s daughter?" Ajax asked.


    "SAMAEL!" Ella called out, her visage drenched in sweat.


    Samael swiftly approached the girl. "What are you doing here?" he asked.


    "And what''s got you so riled up?" he resumed.


    Ella gasped for air as she stumbled on her words. "I¡ªthe village! We need to hurry, now¡ª"


    "Calm down and tell us what happened," Ajax intervened.


    "Breathe, Ella, breathe," Samael instructed.


    Ella took deep breaths, steadily regaining her composure.


    "Now, tell us what happened," Ajax said.


    "The village! There''s a commotion, and everyone is saying they found the culprit!" She revealed.


    Samael''s eyes widened, his brows arching upward. "They found the culprit?" he clarified.


    "Yes! I''m not sure of the details, but I ran after you guys as fast as I could after hearing the news," she said.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards Ajax.


    "Let''s go," Ajax ordered before storming off towards Irvel village.


    "We''ll be going now, Ella. Thanks for the news," Samael said before trailing Ajax.


    As they inched closer to the village, Samael''s ears picked up the sounds of chaos and screams.


    They followed it, and it led them towards the village plaza, where a crowd of villagers flocked towards the centre.


    "What is going on here?" Ajax''s voice reverberated, leaving a trail of echo and at the same time garnering the attention of the mundane folks.


    "It''s the watchers!" A voice exclaimed.


    "Finally! They''re here to deliver punishment!" A woman''s voice said.


    "Took them long enough!" Another voice chimed in.


    The duo pushed through the wrathful crowd, feasting their eyes on the cause of all this uproar.


    Samael''s breath hitched, his figure freezing in place. Situated in the middle of the vengeful flock is... Eric, the village elder


    He was on his knees, his hands and limbs shackled in chains. His visage was pale, blood oozing out of his nose and mouth.


    "A-Ajax! Samael!" He called¡ª A fist connected with his jaw, sending his figure sprawling down the ice-cold earth, stirring the dust upon impact.


    "Shut up! You don''t get to talk!" A man interjected, his knuckles stained crimson.


    "All of you, back away." Ajax''s voice swept through the crowd, the atmosphere dropping a notch and sending shivers down the villagers spines.


    Slowly, they stepped away in unison.


    Suffocating silence seized the plaza as everyone dared not look at Ajax''s figure.


    A pained groan escaped Eric''s lips as his chained hands trembled under his weight. Slowly, he sat down, facing the hostile glares of the villagers he once cared for.


    "Tell me what happened here," Ajax commanded.


    Whispers snapped in the air, and a man¡ªthe same person who escorted Sharon out of the clinic¡ªcame forward.


    "We found the Eld¡ªI mean, Eric¡ªguiding the cattle of Susan an hour or so ago," he said.


    "I''m telling you! I wasn''t stealing the cattle!" Eric rebuked the claims.


    "Shut up, filthy thief!" A voice roared.


    "Don''t speak unless you''re spoken to, scum!" Another voice chimed in.


    "Silence!" Ajax said.


    "You caught him stealing the cattle?" Ajax asked once more.


    The man nodded. "Yes, when we stopped him on his tracks, he said he was merely doing a favour asked to him by Ella. However, when the owner, Susan found out, she denied any knowledge of this "favour," the man said.


    A woman dressed in simple peasant clothes came forward. "It''s true! I had no knowledge whatsoever of this activity!" She said.


    "See! Even Susan testified!" A man said.


    "Piece of scum! To think he would use an innocent girl as a get-away!"


    "Kill him!"


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    A woman clad in a red tunic ran forward, lunging towards Eric. Their figures collided as they slammed into the ground with a sickening thud.


    "WHERE''S MY SON, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!" Sharon roared, tears staining her cheeks.


    "I''m telling you! I don''t know! Argh! Stop!" Eric pleaded.


    Her hand repeatedly bashed Eric as the man hid behind his shackled arms, forming a makeshift shield.


    "Take her away," Ajax ordered.


    The villagers, reluctant at first, followed his words after earning a carving glare from Ajax''s visor.


    "UNHAND ME! LET GO!" Sharon flailed under their grasp as she was dragged away from Eric.


    Ajax approached Eric, his steel armour gleaming under the sun.


    "What were you planning on doing with Susan''s cattle?" Ajax asked.


    "Why ask him? It''s obvious he wanted to steal them!" A man said.


    "Yeah! Behead him!"


    Ajax raised his fist in the air, swiftly silencing the crowd. "Tell me your side," he said.


    "I-I was approached by E-Ella earlier this morning. She said she needed help with a small favour." Eric struggled to speak.


    "Go on," Ajax said.


    "She was my brother''s daughter, and with Verun''s disappearance, I-I couldn''t get myself to refuse her," he resumed.


    "What did she tell you exactly?" Ajax asked.


    "S-She said she needed my help to relocate the cattle towards her barn," Eric replied.


    "Liar! If Ella did indeed ask you such a favour, then where was she when we caught you?!" Susan roared.


    "Yeah! I even saw her going outside to pick up some herbs for the upcoming festival!" The man who caught Eric added.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. Something feels off.


    "I swear I''m not lying! Please!" Eric pleaded for mercy.


    "Show us where you found him," Ajax commanded, breaking the villagers from their wrathful stupor.


    "Alright, follow me," the man said as he led Samael towards Susan''s abode.


    "It''s exactly right here where we caught him," the man said.


    Ajax''s visor darted back and forth. He walked a couple paces before crouching down, his hand hovering inches above the earth.


    "It is indeed Eric''s footprints..." he uttered.


    The crowd erupted into chaos. Cusses, curses, and threats left trails of echoes in the air as their glares carved a hole in Eric''s body.


    "That can''t be..." Eric''s visage paled.


    A small stone soared in the air, striking Eric''s head with a bang. The once-loved elder fell to the floor as a myriad of pebbles, fruits, and plants rained down on him.


    "Kill him!" They roared.


    "Stone him to death!" Another chimed in.


    "To hell with him!" A woman bellowed.


    However, Ajax remained unmoving. Allowing the villagers to bend their rage towards the man.


    Amidst the chaos, Samael watched as Eric begged for mercy. Yet he was pardoned none.


    Was my hunch really wrong? Samael asked himself. He believed the words of the man near the southern forest. Was he a fool for doing so?


    "Enough with this." A voice spoke, luring the attention of the villagers, Ajax, and Samael himself.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch as he laid eyes on the newcomer.


    "Grand elder...?" The doctor said.


    "What are you doing here, Grand Elder?" Susan asked.


    From the dust, a man with grey hair strode forward.


    "You..." Samael muttered.


    "Yes, quite the surprise, isn''t it, boy?" The newcomer asked.


    "Why didn''t you tell me, Grandpa...?" Samael asked.


    "Well, you never asked," he said, a chuckle escaping his lips.


    He shifted his gaze forward. "Seize this madness," he said.


    Susan came forward. "But¡ª!"


    "No buts." The grand elder intervened.


    "Is this really how low we''ve stooped? Stoning a man to death with half-baked accusations?" he asked.


    "The evidence points to him!" The man who caught Eric said.


    "Silence yourself, Abel." The grand elder glared at the man.


    "Are we so shallow that we''ll kill a man without properly investigating both sides of the story?" he asked once more.


    "Fools, you all are," he said.


    Samael''s gaze fell down. He himself didn''t believe that Eric was really the culprit. However, every single clue they found led to him.


    Is this really the right decision? He asked himself. He''s unsure... but it is in such times that he must remain vigilant.


    Remember Ajax''s teachings. Samael thought.


    He closed his eyes, leashing his thoughts as he examined every single detail once more.


    The disappearances, the timing, the secrets of the southern forest, Eric''s bruise, Eric''s past, and his peculiar situation.


    Samael clenched his jaws, his grip tightening. No matter how hard he tries or how much he examines it, everything goes back to Eric.


    Samael shifted his eyes forward, fixing his gaze on Eric. Was he really the culprit?


    Samael took a step forward¡ªwhen a relaxing scent invaded his senses.


    He took a whiff, a strange familiarity blooming in his heart.


    What is this scent again? He asked himself. He knew it wasn''t the time for such questions, but this odd familiarity lingering in his heart bothers him.


    Just what is this scent? He questioned.


    "Uru moss is a primary ingredient for regeneration potions.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down. Isn''t this... the scent of Uru moss? And if I remember correctly, Ella used to carry this scent...


    Samael''s eyes widened.


    Wait... Then this scent?! Samael''s gaze darted back and forth. Was Ella here before? But no one saw her...


    "Liar! If Ella did indeed ask you such a favour, then where was she when we caught you?


    "Yeah! I even saw her going outside to pick up some herbs for the upcoming festival!"


    Samael''s eyes quivered, his heart galloping like a stallion.


    "I ran after you guys as fast as I could after hearing the news."


    How did she know about the news when they saw her leave before the incident?


    "Next time you meet her, make sure to advise her to be more careful. Last night she bumped into me, causing us to plummet towards the ground."


    The silhouette and Eric''s wound... Don''t tell me...


    "The villagers suspected that it was someone among them, seeing as how the person in question knew their way around the village."


    The culprit left no tracks that night, and there were no tracks left when Ajax examined the scene... except for the elder


    Samael''s eye widened.


    If the culprit was indeed the elder... Why make mistakes now and leave evidences that point against you?


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the south.


    And how did Ella know our location? ...Unless she didn''t and her direction was simply... Samael paled, a shiver running down his spine.


    "AJAX! IT''S NOT ERIC! IT''S ELLA!" Samael roared. With a forceful kick to the ground, Samael''s figure darted forward.


    The villagers stepped back in surprise.


    Ajax swiftly propelled himself forward, catching up to Samael in no time.


    "What do you mean, Samael?" he asked.


    "Eric was never the culprit! It was Ella all along!" He responded.


    "Explain," Ajax said, his tone heavy and grim.


    "Her scent! Her scent was present in the scene! I knew what that fragrance was! It was Uru moss, the primary ingredient for healing potions!" Samael explained.


    "I don''t see how this concerns her," Ajax retorted.


    "It does! Eric said that Ella bumped into her the night I saw the silhouette. I thought that Eric got his wound because he was the culprit, but it turns out it was his collision with Ella when she was escaping that caused all of it!" Samael said.


    "It doesn''t end there! That night, I saw no traces, no footprints, not even a strand of hair! In Eric''s story, he mentioned Ella was there with him, yet the only traces we saw were of his!" He resumed.


    "Why leave traces now?" Samael asked.


    Ajax fell silent, lost in contemplation.


    "Ella said she ran to us when she heard the news, but the villagers all said they saw her leave before they caught Eric! So how did she get hold of that information and our location?" Samael stated.


    "Unless she didn''t, and we were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time," Ajax muttered.


    "Exactly!" Samael chimed in.


    "It appears we were fooled," Ajax uttered.


    ***


    The lone figure of a girl leisurely strode forward, surrounded by the towering trees and the eerie silence that encompassed them.


    She stopped in front of a titanic tree. Its branches crooked, and its roots drilling deep into the earth.


    The lingering stench of rot and iron permeated the air, accompanying the chilling stride of the wind.


    She raised both hands, reaching out towards the tree.


    A faint tremor shook under her soles. Before her eyes, the ginormous tree trembled, its elongated branches reaching out to her.


    "I have given you what you wanted," the girl muttered.


    "I have waited as you''ve told me," she said.


    "I have patiently sat still until the day you promised would come."


    "And you shall wait no longer..." A faint voice whispered in her ears.


    Ella reached out for the branches of the tree when a voice resonated through the forest.


    "Stop right there, Ella." Samael''s voice left trails of echo.


    Ella''s hands balled into a fist. The branches reaching out to her stopped mere inches from her palms.


    She shot a glance over her shoulders. "...Samael, it seems you''ve found out."


    "Why are you doing this?" he asked.


    Ella''s gaze landed on Samael. "Why...? Because he has to pay," she said.


    "What do you mean?" Samael asked, his figure inching closer.


    "Don''t come near me," Ella said, freezing Samael in his steps.


    "You don''t have to do this, Ella," Samael said.


    "I HAVE TO DO THIS!" She bellowed.


    Samael flinched, his arms gently hovering beside him.


    "He... Eric has to pay," she said.


    Eric? What has he got to do with this? Samael wondered.


    "Pay for what?" Samael asked, his gaze shifting behind Ella, where a shadow lurked behind the towering trees, slowly inching towards her.


    "For his sins that remains hidden even now," she said.


    Samael took a step forward. "Ella, tell me; I''m here to listen. I understand you''re feeling distressed right now, but doing this won''t¡ª"


    "YOU DON''T UNDERSTAND! NONE OF YOU DO!" She roared.


    She took a sharp breath. "Samael, did you happen to hear of the nun that guided this village once?" She asked.


    Samael halted his steps.


    "Her name was Evelyn. She was kind, compassionate, and pure. She helped this village, nurtured it, and taught it to avoid the dangers hiding beneath the woods."


    "But that purity was defiled by a man who was under the influence of alcohol. All because of a fucking drink!"


    "The nun vanished for a long, loooong time, returning only to perish and leave behind a child." Tears streamed down Ella''s cheeks.


    "A child no one knew the existence of, a child that was left to die alone. That kid wandered aimlessly, surviving off the scraps left by the villagers. She had to beg to live another day, only to repeat the same cycle of torture." Ella wiped away the tears staining her cheeks.


    "Do you know who that child was?" Ella asked.


    Samael fell silent, thoughts wreaking havoc in his mind.


    "She vanished around the start of spring and came back around the end of fall, just before winter befell on us."


    "She was bleeding, pale, and exhausted. I don''t know what sort of disease she caught."


    Samael''s eyes widened. She... She was pregnant...


    "...And the child she carried was you," Samael uttered.


    "Yes, it was me. A child born of sin. The bastard daughter of the Elder, Eric," she revealed.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "But what about Verun? Little Tori? What did they do to deserve this?" he asked.


    "Verun...?" she asked.


    "He cared for you! He treated you like his daughter!" Samael said.


    "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Ella roared, her face contorting in rage.


    "That man is no one to me! The same blood that runs in the veins of Eric flows in his! The mere thought that the brother of the person who raped my mother and left me to die took care of me sickens me!" She snapped.


    "It wasn''t my fault he was too nosy; if he had stayed in his room that night, he wouldn''t have had to go like this," she said.


    Samael''s jaw clenched. "Then what about Little Tori? What did he do to deserve this?" he asked.


    "Little Tori? If I can, I''ll sacrifice all the kids in this village! They run around, laughing, but when I was their age, I was barely living!" She screamed.


    "And if you''re wondering how the watcher disappeared? He was a fool for believing everyone in the village. It only took a little bit of acting, a sleeping potion, and potatoes to end his pitiful life," Ella mentioned.


    Samael''s grip tightened, his knuckles white as snow. He understands the pain of barely living, having neither parents to care for you nor a roof over your head. But what she did was simply inexcusable.


    He suffered, but he stood steadfast. Using the agony he experienced as fuel to strive forward. But she buckled under the weight and pressure. Taking the lives of innocent people who simply wanted to help her.


    She was a monster.


    Ella shifted her gaze back to the tree. "Oh, and don''t bother with the small talks. I know you''re trying to buy time for your mentor to stop me, but I''m no fool, Samael; you are."


    Samael''s eyes widened. He swiftly summoned Crimson Raven as he darted forward, onyx-dark steam gushing out of his soles.


    "Ajax, he found out!" Samael roared as his figure zoomed forward.


    "You''re too late," Ella said, the elongated branches of the tree merely a breath away from her hands.


    "NOOOO!" Samael''s voice echoed as his vision was engulfed by a blinding light. Amidst the chaos, Ella''s voice reigned alone.


    "...And I shall have my revenge."

 CH23- "Antrax"

    Samael''s hands dug deep in the earth, his eyes narrowed down as a blinding light devoured the southern forest.


    Wrathful winds swept the land, the dust bellowed, and the trees swayed. The radiant light devouring the towering trees ascended to the heavens, laid bare for everyone to see.


    The villagers watched in awe as the towering light casted shadows and lit the dimming sky.


    Some kneeled in reverence, singing praises as they prayed, thinking as though this light was a miracle brought forth by the God of Light himself.


    They couldn''t be more wrong.


    Samael and Ajax stood steadfast against the harrowing winds. Whatever Ella did sent a shockwave that nearly swept them off their feet.


    As the glaring light flickered, leaving nothing but a spark as it faded, a bone-chilling atmosphere seized the southern forest in its grasp.


    Samael felt a shiver run down his spine, his blood freezing cold as he shifted his gaze ahead.


    Ella''s frail figure stood in front of a collosal rift. A tear in reality that serves as a gateway for beings of ancient horror to pass through.


    The rift stood nearly 10 feet tall, dwarfing Samael and Ajax as it peeked through the towering trees. The tear was stained crimson, its malevolent glow resonating through the forest.


    It embedded itself in the bark of the tree, consuming it as it grew larger by the second.


    The putrid stench of death and rot wafted through the air, invading Samael''s senses. The lush green forest warped by a crimson miasma weaving in the air.


    Icy beads of sweat meandered down his forehead. His heart galloped like a stallion.


    Just what has Ella done...?


    "What have you done...?" Samael asked, dread and despair emanating in his tone.


    Ella shifted her gaze to Samael. Her once golden eyes now dull and dark. Her milky white skin pale as the winter snow.


    A smile plastered itself on her face, and blood trickled down her orifices. Her skin tightly clinging to her bones.


    "He promised to grant me salvation and to help me reunite with my mother once more," she said.


    "Who wouldn''t wish for that?" She asked.


    Samael''s visage paled. "He...?" he asked.


    Ella mustered the sweetest smile she could. "Antrax," she muttered.


    Samael''s senses bellowed, a single word blaring deep in his mind.


    RUN!


    From the rift, a silhouette took shape, forming in the dense miasma.


    Samael''s hair stood on ends, and his breathing hitched.


    An abomination¡ªno, that creature revealed itself. It stood nearly 2 metres tall, resembling the form of a man with skin pale as a corpse. It had four skeleton-like arms protruding from its elongated, twisted torso, along with its glaring red eyes. A wide grin etched deep in its face.


    It almost appeared as though he wore a crown above his head.


    As he stepped out of the rift, the putrid stench of rotting carcasses permeated the air.


    Ella fixed her gaze on the abomination she called...


    "Antrax..."


    "I have fulfilled my side of the bargain," Ella said.


    "I have fetched and fed you the souls of thousands of creatures!" She took a step forward, inching closer towards Antrax.


    "And I have set you free." She halted her steps, meeting gaze to gaze with the abomination.


    Antrax''s grin widened, his face contorting in joy. One of his crooked arms reached out to Ella, gently caressing her cheeks.


    "Do not worry, little lamb; I, Antrax, always uphold my bargains," Antrax said, his tone deep and reverberating. Enough to send fear into the hearts of many.


    Samael''s grip tightened, his jaw clenched tight¡ª His gaze caught movement, and his eyes widened.


    Samael roared. "ELLA, NO¡ª"


    "I shall now grant you peace." Antrax''s voice left trails of echoes.


    Ella''s sprung wide, blood trailing down her mouth. She shifted her gaze up, her once-golden eyes quivering.


    Antrax''s arms impaled deep in her torso, her heart nestling on the abomination''s palms. Pulsating as blood flowed like a river.


    "Why...? What did I do to deserve this...? I just wanted to see my mom..." Ella''s voice faded in an echo.


    Antrax''s chuckles resonated through the forest. "My side of the bargain is complete," he said.


    Antrax''s hand clamped tight, morphing Ella''s heart into nothing but a bloody mush. With one fell swoop, Antrax whipped his arm back, tearing the poor girl''s body in half. Her blood marred the abomination''s grey skin.


    "Ahh, blood in the flesh feels better after all," Antrax muttered.


    Samael gritted his teeth as he slowly lowered his stance. His axe slung on his shoulders, thighs ready to spring into action. He felt sympathy for Ella, but what she did will never be justified, and for that she must pay. However, not this way.


    "Samael, stand down," Ajax said.


    Samael shot a glance back. Ajax slowly ascended from the shadows, his figure taking form in the unyielding darkness.


    "But¡ª" Samael wanted to retort when Ajax shot a silent glare at him.


    "I understand," Samael yielded.


    Ajax gave a brief nod. "Go back to the village; this rift isn''t ordinary. It''s a hive, and hives don''t come alone," Ajax commanded.


    Samael jerked his head towards Irvel village. Does that mean the village is under attack?!


    Cloaking his soles in void matter, Samael''s figure zoomed forward, sending patches of dirt back.


    "Where are you going, little lamb?" Antrax''s voice echoed.


    In the corner of Samael''s eyes, a silhouette darted towards him. Claws ready to mutilate his body.


    Antrax''s claws descended with reckoning speed¡ª A steel shield intercepted its path, redirecting Antrax''s attack to the side with a shattering boom.


    Cold sweat drenched Samael''s back. His body trembling. He couldn''t even react to Antrax''s attack. If it weren''t for Ajax, he would be long gone¡ª


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    The familiar taste of iron filled his mouth as his lips stained crimson. Bringing with it a hint of clarity.


    Not now; I must help the villagers first, Samael thought. He might be weak, but that doesn''t mean he will stand by idly as innocent people are stripped of their lives.


    Raising to his feet, Samael darted once more, his figure vanishing through the dense miasma.


    ***


    Antrax chuckled as he watched his prey leave. "What a shame," he uttered.


    Ajax stood steadfast, his gaze fixated on Antrax''s every movement.


    He has never fought a monster of this magnitude or encountered one. Just what has Verun''s daughter unleashed?


    Is it saint rank? Ajax asked himself.


    Antrax shifted his gaze forward, his eyes carving a hole through Ajax.


    "Oh, you''re strong, far stronger than the man dear Ella sent me once," Antrax said.


    Is it the watcher who took this quest before us? Ajax wondered.


    "And quiet, too," Antrax added.


    Ajax tightened his grip. His shield was severely damaged by Antrax''s attack. To think that a mere slash from him was enough to nearly shred his defensive tool is already baffling.


    Slowly, Ajax''s body melded with the shadows, leaving behind a trail of dark smoke.


    Antrax tilted his head. "Oh, what a peculiar skill," he said.


    The trail of dark smoke dispersed, blending with the darkness encompassing the southern forest.


    "Concealment?" Antrax asked.


    From the shadows, dark tendrils jutted out, billowing towards Antrax.


    Antrax pointed his crooked finger forward, its flesh tearing away and forming a wall composed of bones.


    A thundering boom resonated through the forest, followed by a harrowing shockwave sweeping through the towering trees.


    The shadow tendrils drilled a few centimetres through the bone wall before halting dead in their tracks.


    Antrax crackled. "Is that it?" he asked.


    "Shadow jump,"


    Antrax''s brows rose to an arch as Ajax''s figure warped in front of him, as though he stemmed from the tendrils he sent forward earlier.


    Ajax drew an arc, but Antrax swiftly dashed back, the blade hovering inches from his face.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Ajax darted forward, not letting Antrax breathe.


    Antrax pointed two fingers forward as he uttered, "Bone darts."


    Small, sharp bone fragments fired off towards Ajax with speed far beyond what the human eyes can perceive.


    Ajax took a sharp stop, his body nimbly weaving to the side. The bone darts looming mere inches from his face.


    "Bloom," Antrax muttered under his breath.


    The bone darts hovering close to Ajax''s face erupted in a reckoning boom, sending fragmented shrapnel down his visor.


    Ajax took a few steps back, crude lines marring his steel visor.


    "You survived that?" Antrax asked in amusement.


    Ajax delved through his shadows once more, the trail of dark smoke surging towards Antrax.


    Unfazed, Antrax whipped his arm back.


    "Whip."


    From Antrax''s wrist, an elongated bone protrusion lashed in the air. With a flick of his arm, it plummeted to the ground, striking Ajax''s shadow.


    However, his attack was proven ineffective as it stuck nothing but the ground, sending chunks of earth flying in the air.


    "Annoying," Antrax scowled.


    Ajax zoomed out of the dark smoke, onyx black tendrils swirling behind his back.


    "Bind," he muttered.


    Shadow chains latched on Antrax''s body, tightly clinging to his skin.


    The smile on his face quivered, slowly morphing into a frown.


    Ajax slashed forward, his blade humming in the air as it drew an arc. However, Antrax forcefully ripped away the chains binding his body, sharp skeletal protrusions jutting out of his flesh.


    Ajax''s blade collided with the bone spikes, his arm trembling under the backlash of their collision.


    Antrax raised his foot before drilling it deep below the earth.


    "Bone spikes," he said.


    Ajax''s astral compass screamed danger, warning him of an upcoming attack below.


    Utilising his shadow tendrils, Ajax catapulted himself back, narrowly avoiding the swarms of bone spikes littering the earth with holes.


    Antrax threw his arm forward, the swarms of bone spikes weaving under his command as they raced towards Ajax.


    With a groan, Ajax muttered "Copy: Bone spikes."


    Swarms of dark spikes sprouted from the ground, halting Antrax''s attack in place.


    "A copy skill?" Antrax said in curiousity.


    Ajax landed with a loud thud, his blade hovering beside him. Slowly, the shadow tendrils latching onto his back intertwined, forming two sets of arms.


    "Shadow weave: Battle saint," he said.


    The four extra arms hanging behind him firmly grasped the handle of his blades, slowly unsheathing them.


    Uninterested, Antrax lashed his arm forward, hauling the bone whip towards Ajax.


    Ajax''s figure descended deep within the shadows, a trail of dark smoke racing towards Antrax.


    "Pest," Antrax scowled as he dug his hands deep below the earth.


    "Ebony cage," he said.


    The ground shook as dark collosal bones billowed upward, marring the earth with cracks.


    The dark bones appeared similar to horns as they clamped down with utter ferocity, trapping all unfortunate enough to get caught in their wrath.


    Antrax chuckled as he rose to his feet. His gaze shifting towards Irvel village, where Samael ran off.


    However, Antrax''s steps halted midway, his nose scrunched up. The smell of burned sulphur permeated the air.


    Smoke gushed out of the ebony cage''s wall, forming a small, gaping hole.


    Ajax''s bloody visor peeked out of the thinning smoke, a corked bottle nesting in his steel gauntlets.


    "Erkamora blood, highly corrosive against organic matter," Ajax said.


    Antrax''s face contorted in rage, his mischievous smirk morphing into a deep frown.


    "What a vexing human," Antrax said.


    Ajax slammed his foot down, his figure darting forward.


    Antrax raised his hands, forming small green spheres hovering above his palms.


    Noticing this, Ajax blended with the shadows once more.


    Antrax whipped his arm back, launching the green spheres with raw strength as they breezed through the wind.


    Ajax pushed through, ignoring the attacks galloping his way¡ª A sharp, searing pain struck him as he flew back with a thunderous explosion.


    Ajax groaned, his arm tightly grasping his left shoulder. Green smoke seeped out of his skin, his armour melted to liquid steel as it drilled through his flesh.


    How...?! Ajax thought. His skill, Shadow Walk, made him immune to any physical damage, so how did Antrax''s attack land?


    Ajax glanced at his left shoulder. The damage done was severe as well. Whatever it was, it was highly corrosive to the point of melting through Poli steel. A metal able to withstand extreme heat.


    Shifting his gaze ahead, he stood up. Steadfastly braving the pain of his injuries. His Breathing deep and ragged.


    Things were getting dangerous. He must end this fast. He has a skill, an ace, that he rarely uses as it eats through his ethos way too much. It''s a high-risk, high-reward ability.


    Delving through his pouch, Ajax withdrew a red vial before emptying it on his arm.


    A cool sensation swept through him, easing the sharp aches stemming from his wound.


    Crouching down, he firmly grasped the coarse handle of his blade. His gaze fixated on Antrax.


    "Shadow Marionette: Igram," Ajax said.


    From the unyielding darkness, a shadow crawled out. Taking the shape of a man clad in armor. In its arms nested a claymore capable of cleaving boulders with ease.


    "Let''s do this, Igram," Ajax commanded.


    Antrax''s frown deepened. Ajax was annoying enough; now there are two of them.


    Antrax brought his arm forward, firing green projectiles in rapid succession.


    "Corrosion spheres," Antrax said.


    The spheres flew fast, humming in the air as they flew towards Ajax. However, a shadow claymore collided with them, throwing them off course.


    "Shadow blade," Ajax uttered.


    Dark, elongated fragments of shadow slithered up his arms, coiling his blade in their dark embrace.


    Ajax countered with a swift slash.


    Antrax jerked his hand towards his chest, where he unsheathed a blade composed of his own bones.


    A thundering explosion echoed in the southern forest as Ajax and Antrax''s blades collided, stirring the dust and sending shockwaves around them.


    From the corner of Antrax''s eyes, he saw a silhouette dart towards him, a large blade racing in his direction.


    One of his arms flew forward, deploying a bone shield. However, the claymore of Igram pierced through the shield with ease, forcing Antrax to form a second bone shield.


    Seizing the chance, Ajax threw a myriad of slashes, leaving no gap for Antrax to breathe.


    Their collisions shook the earth, stirred the wind, and destroyed anything in their path.


    "ENOUGH!" Antrax roared in rage.


    A titanic pressure befell the land, crushing the trees close to them and forming cracks in the earth.


    However, Ajax and Igram remained unfazed. Antrax wasn''t the only one with astral pressure. Two can play that game.


    Ajax planted his feet on the ground, his gaze locked on Antrax.


    A burst of pressure surged out of his body, ramming into Antrax''s own pressure.


    The earth below them fragmented, tearing away akin to a boat stranded in a storm. The trees, grass, and wind, swept away by their astral clash.


    Ajax groaned as he steadfastly held his ground against the harrowing winds and shockwaves mercilessly assaulting him. Needless to say, Antrax wasn''t faring well either. His frown had long been distorted by rage, and his body trembled under the recoil of their struggles.


    Ajax dug his blades into the ground, keeping himself from flying away. While Antrax formed bone walls to support his balance.


    "ARGHH!" Antrax bellowed, his astral pressure increasing by twofold.


    Ajax nearly got catapulted away, but Igram took the blunt of the damage, cracks marring the surface of his shadow armor.


    Ajax swiftly increased his astral pressure as well, evening the battle.


    With the magnitude of their clash, their pressures have begun to take form.


    Antrax''s astral pressure appeared radiant green, with strips of white swirling within. While Ajax was silver stained with red.


    "Perish!" Antrax roared as he took it up another notch.


    "ARGHH!" Ajax groaned as he retaliated.


    The forest¡ªunable to take their clash¡ªwas engulfed in blinding light. Devouring everything in its path, leaving destruction in its wake.


    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!


    An ear-shattering explosion left trails of echo in the air, along with a collosal shockwave that devoured everything akin to a tsunami.


    Huge boulders flew high in the heavens, descending down like meteors in the sky. The solid ground cleaved in half, forming a bottomless pit of abyss.


    The lush green forest that once stood south of Irvel village is now barren and desolate. What''s left is nothing but a wasteland of chaos and death.


    In its midst, three silhouettes stood idle, laid bare for everyone to see.


    Ajax''s figure kneeled on the ground, blood trailing down his visor. His shadows have dispersed, except for Igram, who stood by his side, protecting him at all times.


    On the other side of the battlefield, Antrax kneeled. His twisted body tattered with wounds and missing an arm.


    Ajax shot a glance forward, gritting his teeth, and stood up. His last blade cradled tight in his palm.


    The night is still long.

 CH24-Resonance

    Samael''s figure soared fast and strong, his hair fluttering under the raging torrent of the wind. The distant hymns of explosions ringing in his ears.


    He had the urge to look back and help Ajax. But he was too weak¡ªfar too weak¡ªto make a change. He''ll only be a hindrance and cause more problems than good.


    He locked his eyes forward, jaws clenched tight. Everyone had gathered in the village today to celebrate the prosperity festival. If what Ajax said is indeed the truth...


    Faster! Samael stomped the ground hard, catapulting himself forward.


    Eventually, Samael''s vision caught sight of Irvel village. Along with the bright lights caused by the festivities.


    Thank goodness I made it in time¡ª Samael''s thoughts were cut short as bloodcurdling screams reverberated in the air.


    He winced as numerous sparks of light illuminated the village in its incandescent glow, accompanied by the tremors and explosions stirring the dust.


    Samael''s face paled. Was he too late?


    Gritting his teeth, he darted towards the village gates, where carnage and death awaited him.


    ***


    Swarms of humanoid abominations roamed around the village, chasing those they cast their gazes at. They appeared to be humans, but their skin had long separated from their flesh. Their bodies pale as corpses, and their heads disfigured. Eyes littered their faces, and their maws clamped wide, filled with sharp teeths.


    The village folks scampered for their lives; their screams and pleas for help left trails of echo in the air.


    A small girl ran as fast as she could, stumbling to get away from the creatures, tears meandering down her cheeks.


    "No! Get away!" She screamed, her frail little hands throwing handfuls of dirt against the abominations. But to no avail.


    The creature ran like a rabid dog, jaws clamped wide, ready to devour anything that moved.


    It lunged, pinning the little girl against the earth as it drew closer.


    The little girl shut her eyes tight, waiting for the creature to drill its fangs into her neck and tear it into pieces.


    A huge bang whispered in her ears, sending warm liquid trickling down her skin. With tears drowning her vision, she took a small peak.


    There stood Samael, Crimson Raven nestling in his palms. His steel armor marred with the blood of his adversaries.


    He shot a brief glance at the girl. "Go, keep running as far from the village as you can. Avoid the southern forest at any cost," he instructed as he helped the girl up.


    Samael shifted his gaze up front.


    "Devour," he said.


    The limp corpse lying on the ground liquified, its body evaporating into a mist of blood, leaving nothing but a small black sphere.


    The sphere of Void essence hovering above his palm inched closer to his skin, slowly resonating with his body as it faded into the unknown.


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    He shot a glance ahead, his soles shrouded in dark matter. With a swift thrust of his foot, his figure raced forward.


    His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the amount of destruction that had occurred in his absence.


    Raging flames had taken over a part of the village, while the rest were infested with Necrons. However, he failed to notice any rifts. So how did they breach the towering walls?


    But that isn''t his concern right now. He must save as many villagers as he can and kill as many of the swarms as much as possible.


    He tightened his grip, his eyes narrowing down. He lowered his stance, Crimson Raven hanging from his shoulders. The dark matter coating his soles surged forth.


    Samael''s figure zoomed ahead, billowing towards the abominations running amok.


    Noticing his presence, they growled at him, their saliva meandering down their maws as they sprinted towards him.


    Dialing his arm back, Samael''s blade drew an arc in the air, severing two necrons in half. However, their bodies squirmed on the ground, snarling as they crawled desperately towards him.


    "What the hell..." Samael uttered. Even a normal beast wouldn''t survive having its body bisected in half.


    Samael raised his foot in the air as it descended with a reckoning boom.


    Blood stained his cheeks as the creatures heads burst open, sending chunks of their brain matter soaring in the air.


    Raising his hand forward, he uttered "Devour."


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    Without batting an eye, Samael flew forward once more. His gaze fixated on the abominations chasing the villagers.


    With a swift slash, Crimson Raven cleaved through another Necron, tearing its head in two. This time, the creature fell limp.


    Is the head their weakness? Samael wondered.


    Casting his sights on an approaching enemy, Samael coated his arm with void matter. With a forceful kick to the ground, he lashed his fist forward.


    A reckoning boom echoed in the air as Samael''s knuckles drilled a hole through the creatures head. Its body flew back, crashing into a hut with a thundering explosion before falling down with a soft thud, limp and dead.


    So their head is their weakness, Samael concluded as he hastily absorbed their essence.


    Samael''s gaze landed on the shivering villagers. "Leave the village, travel as far north as you can, and avoid the south at any cost," he instructed.


    The villagers stood idle, their faces pale. They were tired; he understands that, but only by running can they survive.


    "Go!" He roared, breaking the villagers from their stupor. They hurriedly rose to their feet, stumbling as they bolted north.


    This won''t work; this is too slow. Samael''s gaze pranced around. If he continues at this pace, the deaths will eventually pile up. He needs something¡ªa way for everyone to hear his voice.


    Think Samael! Think! Thoughts wreaked havoc in his mind as he watched the smoke rise higher by the second.


    Wait... Smoke...? Samael''s eyes widened. If his void coating has the capability to enhance a part of his body, then how about his voice? Will it work?


    Time to find out Samael thought.


    Samael leaped upward, soaring through the air as he landed on a roof with a loud thud.


    The incandescent glow of the flames devouring the village glimmered in his pupils, along with the villagers desperately running for their lives.


    Samael clenched his jaw, his breathing disheveled. He closed his eyes, channeling forth Void matter as he guided it towards his throat.


    In all the times he''s used this skill, it''s always been in the form of external release, but how about controlling it internally? Will it cause him harm? Will he even be able to do it?


    No, he has to do it. It''s his only choice.


    That familiar seed of warmth resonated through his veins, coursing up his body as he channeled it to his throat.


    However, it was not so simple. The surge of Void matter nesting in his body would always disperse halfway through, wasting time, effort, and energy.


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    You have to work! Samael thought, a frown etching lines in his face. But his attempts were futile.


    Again! Samael insisted.


    Yet he failed once more.


    Not yet, no!


    Failure greeted him again.


    Damn it, WORK!


    No matter how hard he tried, it was all for naught.


    Samael slumped down, beads of sweat meandering down his forehead. His chest rose and fell, akin to a boat stranded in the middle of a storm.


    No matter how hard he tries or how much he pushes himself, nothing works.


    He tried and tried and tried, yet in the end, nothing really changed.


    Is this it?


    Is this how everything ends?


    No.


    Never.


    He''s gone too far to fail now. The people he cherishes live in this village. This is their home. He won''t stand by and watch as their only sanctuary is robbed from them.


    He himself knows the burden and pain of having nowhere to go. No place to return to.


    That pain stays with him.


    Samael rose to his feet, flames of determination burning brightly beyond his pupils.


    Why isn''t it working? He asked himself. Slowly, he closed his eyes, drowning out the screams and pleas for help.


    How does he channel his power?


    Often, he would feel the warmth the Void had graced upon him and give it directions as he wished.


    But is it really the right way?


    What is the Void to him?


    A power?


    A tool?


    A way to gain power?


    No.


    He used to remember a being of great power towering over him. Bathing in the darkness as though they were one.


    Well, they were one.


    That''s the part he missed.


    The Void wasn''t just a power. It was his power.


    It wasn''t just some tool he could wield whenever he wanted. It was a bond that formed the moment he decided to bear the weight of its power.


    He treated it as if it were some device, giving it commands as though it weren''t his.


    What he lacked was resonance.


    He always thought of it as giving commands to achieve what he wanted. When he should''ve used it as his own.


    The Void was with him, as he''s with the Void.


    Onyx-dark lines etched down his throat, drilling deep into his skin. They released a soft, tantalizing glow that gave off a hint of mysticism.


    Samael could feel the Void matter in his flesh and in his blood. He could feel how they moved and swirled under his skin and the warmth of safety they gave him.


    It''s time, he thought.


    "PEOPLE OF IRVEL VILLAGE, HEED MY CALL AND SEEK REFUGE NORTH OF THE VILLAGE. RUN, RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN, AND AVOID THE SOUTHERN FOREST AT ALL COST!" Samael roared, his voice leaving trails of echo in the air.


    Samael''s call traveled far and wide, luring the attention of the villagers and Necrons alike.


    For a moment, there was silence, then came the storm.


    The villagers bolted north of the village, their screams wafting through the air.


    "Run! Run north!"


    "You heard the watcher! Go north!"


    "Hurry!"


    The necrons chasing them came to a halt, their gazes all fixed on Samael''s location.


    SCRAAAA!


    Their snarls wafted through the air as they billowed towards him, completely ignoring the mundane folks standing in their way, as though they never existed in the first place.


    The villagers watched in awe as the abominations ran past them, bumping through them as they scurried to reach Samael first.


    "What the hell..."


    "What..."


    "Am I dead?"


    However, a voice stripped them of their confusion.


    "Everyone! Do not waste the opportunity given to us by the watchers! Move! Make haste towards the north!" Elder Eric said, his face marred with wounds.


    "That''s right! Run!"


    "Move!"


    "Out of my way!"


    Samael watched as the villagers ran north, evacuating the village without wasting a moment. It seems his voice had reached them.


    COUGH!


    Samael glanced at his palm, his breathing ragged. A mouthful of blood nestled in his hand, some trickling down his lips.


    He could feel his throat burning and the searing pain carving through his flesh. It was painful, but he can handle it. Pain''s an old friend.


    Wiping his mouth dry of blood, Samael cast a glance ahead.


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    Void: Tier 0 Mark 0


    Control: Tier 0 Mark 0


    -Marker: 20/20


    Quantity: Tier 0 Mark 0


    -Marker: 20/20


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    <td>Requirements met for tier elevation. Proceed or not? </td>


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    Proceed, he thought.


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    Control and quantity: Tier 0 -> Tier 1


    Void: Tier 0 -> Tier 1


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    <td>Requirements met! Unlocked: Void skills </td>


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    <td>New skills gained: [Encompassing Voice] </td>


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    <td>Skill effect: [Lure] has taken effect!</td>


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    Dozens and dozens of Necrons surged his way. A tsunami of abominations, a walking calamity of destruction and death. Yet a smile tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips.


    "Let them come," he uttered, his voice coarse and deep.


    The swarm of Necrons inched closer by the second, their snarls and growls reverberating in the air.


    Samael tightened his grip on Crimson Raven.


    Let''s try this out, Samael thought.


    Onyx-dark smoke gushed out of his hands. However, they appeared as tame as a knight''s loyal squire, ever ready to serve and protect their noble master.


    They swirled in a calm, soothing manner, enveloping his hands instead of seeping out. Unfortunately, they were far from perfect. They would occasionally break away, only to regroup.


    Now... Samael shifted his gaze towards Crimson Raven.


    The Void matter shrouding his hands slithered upwards, latching onto Crimson Raven and enveloping the weapon in their loving embrace.


    But contrary to what Samael believed, Crimson Raven didn''t deny the power; instead, it harnessed it and melded with it.


    The Void matter drilled through the steel surface of the weapon, coating its entirety in its power and at the same time warping its appearance to something far more ominous.


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    <td>New skill gained: [Void Augmentation] </td>


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    Samael could feel the increase in his power; he feels as though he can flatten steel with his bare hands, as though he can cleave through boulders with ease.


    His gaze shifted forward, landing on the stampede of abominations hurling his way. He glanced up, the ethereal glow of the moon bathing his face in its celestial embrace.


    Midnight Samael concluded.


    It was now or never.


    Samael leaped forward, his body breezing through the wind as he landed on the earth with a loud thud, stirring the dust.


    Raising to his feet, he dusted himself. He lowered his stance and hung Crimson Raven on his shoulders.


    The swarms of Necrons loomed closer and closer, merely a few meters away from him. Their maws and claws prepared to mangle him to pieces.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down. With a forceful kick to the ground, his body darted forward.


    His blade drew an arc in the air as it drilled through two of two of the abominations, their heads billowing in the sky.


    He grounded to a halt, his foot thrusting forward as they catapulted away the approaching Necron.


    Digging his foot back, he threw a wide back swing, rupturing the head of another foe.


    Snarls and growls treaded in the air as Samael swung tirelessly, his blade and steel armor bathing in the blood of his adversaries.


    The brown earth has long been drenched in crimson, guts and heads roll in the sky along with the rain of corpses.


    Samael swiftly dashed back, nimbly avoiding the rabid slashes of the attacking creatures.


    He countered with a diagonal cleave, eviscerating the Necron''s head in two. Its body plummeted to the ground, adding to the pile of bodies forming a pathway.


    If it weren''t for the narrow path in his direction, he would''ve been overwhelmed and killed.


    Is there no end to them? Samael thought.


    "Void Augmentation," Samael uttered, dark matter latching onto his fist.


    With a flick of his wrist, he separated two heads while his fist drilled through the faces of the other approaching abominations.


    Sweat meandered down his forehead, his back drenched in its entirety. His breathing was deep and ragged.


    This can''t go on any longer! Samael thought. His ethos is depleting at an alarming rate; if this continues, he will fall.


    His gaze darted back and forth, scanning the horizon for anything he could use. But there was only the raging fire and the blood marring the walls crimson.


    Flames? Samael''s eyes narrowed down.


    Thats right! He hurriedly delved through his Dragon Hoard remnant, withdrawing a concoction with swirling gas inside.


    Starlight concoction! Samael thought. Once ignited, it can destroy anything within a four-meter radius, but there''s a problem.


    The starlight concoction isn''t enough to kill all of them; I need some form of fuel, Samael thought.


    And I think I know just the right thing, he concluded.


    Samael''s figure zoomed forward, avoiding the Necrons out for his blood. He breezed through the village, halting in the plaza that once stood grand.


    It''s still here! Samael thought with glee.


    Today was the day of the prosperity festival, which means that the villagers will offer their harvest to the Gods in hopes of good luck.


    That also means a lot of crops, liquor, and cattle will sit idly here, untouched. These will serve as his fuel. Fire isn''t a problem; there''s plenty all around.


    Samael''s ears twitched as the growls of the monstrosities lingered in the air. They were close. But he will have to time this right.


    It wasn''t long until the malevolent swarm filled the horizon, nearly blocking away the burning buildings behind them.


    It was a sight of horror.


    But an opportunity as well.


    Samael didn''t blink; his gaze locked on the approaching abominations. His eyes watched each and every step they took.


    They inched closer and closer.


    No, not yet... Samael thought.


    Their growls grew stronger by the second, filling the air with their malevolent voices.


    Almost... Samael thought, a lone bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.


    Their stampede trampled over the crops and the corpses lying in the earth.


    Samael glanced at the concoction nestling in his palms, and he uttered.


    "Let there be light..."


    Then, a blinding light devoured all that stood in its way.


    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!


    An ear-shattering explosion shook the earth. The winds lashed and sent shockwaves of unparalleled ferocity. The houses swept away by their wrathful rage.


    The blinding light, albeit temporarily, lit the dark midnight sky. As though a beacon of light were descending from the heavens.


    The echoes of the explosion traveled far and wide, their ripples felt even by the mundane folks escaping from the carnage.


    They halted their tracks, their gazes shifting towards the blinding ray of light. Their whispers dangled in the air.


    "Isn''t that from Irvel village...?"


    "Have the gods taken notice of our perilous situation?"


    "Oh, Taranius, bless us!"


    They have taken refuge north of the village, where an old fortress once stood. However, it''s now abandoned and left to rot. Fortunately, it seems to still be intact and devoid of any threats.


    The Grand Elder stood unmoving, his eyes fixated on the direction of the village. He knows well enough that the gods wouldn''t interfere with them. That this light is not of heavenly power. If the gods had cared, the cataclysms wouldn''t have happened in the first place.


    "Boy, you better be alright," he said.


    The night is nearing its end.

 CH25-Sub space.

    As the radiant light devouring Irvel village faded, the encompassing darkness of the night seized the sky once more.


    What was left of the plaza after the explosion was nothing short of dire. The huts situated near the center of the village were reduced to ashes and ruins, along with a crater several inches deep.


    A slight tremor resonated through the rubble as Samael''s hands plunged out of the debris.


    His grunt reverberated as he cast aside the earth, wood, and pillars pinning him down. Slowly, he crawled out of the destruction left behind by the explosion.


    He leaned back, a pained groan escaping his lips. The explosion didn''t just kill the Necrons; it also swept him off his feet. If it weren''t for his armor, he would be ten times more fucked than he already is.


    Samael''s gaze shifted down. My armor is badly damaged... He thought in dismay.


    The steel plating on his torso was left with deep gashes, while parts covering his arms and shins were no less torn.


    Shallow wounds were etched on his skin, along with bruises dotting his body. Fortunately, it seems that the damage only got that far.


    A resounding sigh escaped his lips. He was tired. But there''s no time to rest.


    Raising to his feet, he dusted himself as he traversed his way towards the center of the crater.


    Will this work? He wonders.


    He raised his hand in the air, his palms wide open.


    "Devour," he uttered.


    The cold night wind billowed wildly, wafting through his disheveled hair and stirring the dust.


    Specks of Void matter swirled through the air as they flocked Samael mercilessly, coiling in his arm as they seeped within his skin.


    He could feel the dark matter flow through his veins, strengthening his muscles and, at the same time, replenishing the energy he had lost in his previous clash.


    As the last specks of the Void matter faded, a blue glow bathed his visage.


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    <td>Devoured Void Essence of "Necron (102)" +306</td>


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    <td>Your power grows stronger... </td>


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    <td>Condition for multiple-tier elevation was met. Proceed to increase the tier?


    Yes or no?</td>


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    A wide grin tucked at the corner of Samael''s lips, his eyes glimmering in glee. He thought that he could only absorb the essence of creatures he killed with his own bare hands, but it appears that''s not the case.


    "Proceed," he said.


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    <td>Command received. Commencing Tier Upgrade...</td>


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    <td>Tier advancement successful. Do you wish to see the changes?</td>


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    "Show me," Samael commanded.


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    <td>[STATS]


    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Tempered


    Condition: Good, wounded


    STATS


    STR: 24.6


    SPD/AGI: 24


    CONSTITUTION: 26.6


    SPIRIT: 27.7


    CHARM: 7


    ?SKILLS [+]</td>


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    Samael''s breath hitched, his eyes jolted wide. A wave of strength resonating within him.


    I went up by 2 tiers! He thought.


    His stats took a massive leap as well. It rose by 12 points!


    Samael''s laugh left trails of echo in the air. Most of his stats ranged around 12 points, but after this upgrade, they flew to around 24.


    He felt as though he coated himself in Void Augmentation twice, and he''s still in his base form!


    Just how much stronger did he get?


    He shook his head, ridding himself of unnecessary thoughts. Now is not the time for celebrations.


    Samael''s eyes darted back and forth, scanning over the horizon.


    It seems that the destruction only decimated the plaza and didn''t cause that much damage to what lies beyond. The houses and huts the villagers used seemed safe and stable enough, and the raging flames have now died out.


    However, a lone thought still lingers in his mind.


    Where did the Necrons come from?


    He saw no damage done to the towering walls of Irvel village, nor did he see any signs of forced entry within its gates. So how did the abominations enter? Did the rift open within the village?


    Codex, how do I trace a rift? Samael asked.


    The Codex went dark for a moment before another panel warped in front of him.


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    <td>Due to the low level of authority, there is only one way available for you.</td>


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    Tell me Samael commanded.


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    <td>By enhancing your senses, you may subtly feel the distortion in space.</td>


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    ...By enhancing my senses? Samael asked.


    The method given by the Codex isn''t something he can accomplish with haste, even with his gifted senses. He barely sensed the Kunilors that laid an ambush for them, much less a rift in space.


    "Unless..." Samael muttered under his breath.


    By internally manipulating Void matter to shroud his throat and mouth, he was able to strengthen his voice and even lure the enemies to him. But it also comes with its own risks.


    He injured his throat, opting him to cough blood and rendering his voice coarse for a while. Besides, he barely knows anything about the internal manipulation of the Void element.


    Fortunately, he has the Codex.


    Codex, show me my skills Samael instructed.


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    [Skills]


    ?Overdrive (Innate) [+]


    ?Superhuman senses (innate) [+]


    ?Encompassing Voice (Etched) [+]


    ?Void Augmentation (Etched) [+]


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    Come to think of it, what does innate or etched mean? Samael asked.


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    I see Samael thought.


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    [Encompassing Voice]


    Allows the user to strengthen and enhance their voice, which is capable of inflicting [Lure [+]] on enemies. [Evolvable]


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    [Void Augmentation]


    Allows the user to coat and enhance parts of their body with void matter. This extends to weapons and tools. [Evolvable]


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    It seems that by internally manipulating Void matter to coat his throat and mouth, he''s able to develop a skill. Does that mean he can also use the same method to develop his senses? If so, what parts of his body will he enhance?


    His aim is to track and trace the locations of the rift. If he remembers correctly, Ajax said that debuffs cause energy fluctuations; they can trail. Do rifts work the same way?


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    There''s only one way to find out.


    Samael closed his eyes tight, his figure still as a calm lake. The wind gently stroked his skin, along with the dust stirring under his soles.


    A familiar warmth surged within Samael, swirling inside his mortal vessel and forming a sphere of Void energy.


    Clenching his jaw, a grunt escaped Samael''s lips as the sphere of Void matter dispersed in multiple directions.


    Again, he thought.


    He condensed the void matter once more, resonating with the dark matter as he guided it. Carefully, he evenly distributed the energy, attempting to shroud his entire being in its protective embrace.


    However, he failed.


    The energy dispersed once more, billowing out of his skin in the form of an onyx-dark steam.


    Am I doing something wrong? Samael wondered as he guided the energy once more, only to fail before completion.


    Is my Void control weak? Then how did I succeed before? He asked himself.


    He managed to enhance his voice earlier, but he seems unable to accomplish the same task now. Is he missing something?


    Samael''s eyes widened.


    His void control is indeed as weak as he is now. What he''s trying to accomplish is foolish at his current level. He succeeded before because he focused on one thing and one thing alone. His voice.


    Shutting his eyes for the last time, Samael conjured another sphere of Void energy, delicately guiding it towards his ears.


    He considered enhancing his vision, but straining his eye sight is a high-risk gamble he isn''t willing to take.


    A lone bead of sweat meandered down his forehead, the warmth of the Void matter flowing in his veins.


    Samael''s head perked up, a click whispering in his ears.


    Wha¡ª Samael''s thoughts were cut short, a wince resounding from his lips.


    Everything felt heightened. The sound of the wind dancing along the sky, the bellowing dust, and that subtle humming in the air


    Wait... humming? Samael''s eyes jolted open, his gaze darting back and forth. Yet what greeted him was the same crater and what was left of the explosion.


    Am I hallucinating?¡ª Samael''s words ended abruptly once more as another wave of humming noise dangled in the air.


    Maybe not... He thought.


    However, something is bothering him.


    The humming noise had no source. It was everywhere.


    That can''t be right, Samael thought.


    If this noise is indeed the energy fluctuations of the Necron rifts, then shouldn''t it lead him towards the location of the portal?


    "This is Lesson 5: Observe."


    Samael could still vividly remember the words said to him by Ajax. To observe, and to observe he shall do.


    The Necrons didn''t pass through the gates, nor did they tear a hole through the towering walls. That means the rift either formed in the village itself or...


    "Underneath it," Samael muttered, his gaze shifting down the brown earth.


    It makes sense; the humming noise pestering his ears was basically everywhere. Which only means the rift lies under the ground.


    "Void Augmentation," Samael said, a streak of dark matter coiling through his feet as they descended with unparalleled ferocity.


    A thundering boom reverberated in the air as Samael''s foot drilled a hole through the solid ground, cracks marring its surface as it collapsed to the chasm below.


    Samael swiftly dashed back, nimbly avoiding the fall. His gaze fixated at the darkness below where rifts stained crimson sat idle.


    The tears weren''t large, but they were numerous. Counting everything, they numbered in the dozen.


    That''s why there were so many of them, Samael thought in exasperation. It turns out they didn''t appear above; rather, they crawled up.


    Still, wasn''t it unusual for a rift to spawn below the ground? His knowledge regarding this topic is too lacking to form a cohesive conclusion.


    Codex, do hives spawn below ground? He asked.


    A blue screen warped in front of him, bathing his face in its incandescent glow.


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    <td>Hives don''t spawn in a fixed location. However, their origins and the creatures residing within them do affect their coordinates. Necrons are classified as:¡ª</td>


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    The earth convulsed, sending violent tremors shaking under his soles. Samael lowered his stance, barely avoiding a stumble.


    He jerked his head back, spearing a glance south.


    What was that? Samael wondered.


    With Void matter coating his feet, Samael''s figure zoomed forward, fading under the ethereal glow of the moon.


    ***


    An hour ago, back in the southern forest...


    Ajax''s chest rose and fell akin to a boat stranded in the middle of a storm, his breathing deep and ragged.


    The battle has dragged on for a while now; Ajax estimated it''s been around six hours since the start of their confrontation.


    His ethos is nearing its limit after their collosal clashes. The forest was long gone, mutilated into nothing but dirt and decay.


    Normally, he wouldn''t have the trouble of fighting for hours on end, but Antrax was an enemy far beyond what he''s capable of. It''s almost as if the abomination had a limitless supply of Ethos, constantly dishing skills one after the other.


    At this point, Ajax''s only hope lies in Igram, his shadow spawn.


    Igram is a unique shadow spawn. He eats a lot of Ethos, but for a fair payback.


    The longer the battle drags on, the stronger Igram gets. Not in the physical sense, but in the battle sense.


    Igram has a unique adaptation skill called "shadow dance," which enables him to copy and adapt to the skills of the enemy. However, it does indeed take time, as Igram has to study the shadows of Ajax''s adversaries in order to grasp the techniques.


    But, once he does, he''s able to replicate these techniques and, in turn, also allow Ajax to use them as he is his shadow. It''s a somewhat upgraded version of his copy skill.


    Ajax tightened his grip, the lone blade nestling in his palm. The battle must end soon, or else hell will break loose.


    Streaks of shadow tendrils latched on his blade, swirling within the sharp steel edges of the weapon.


    Igram grasped his claymore, hanging it on his shoulders. His gaze locked at Antrax.


    The abomination stood up, its face contorted with rage and exasperation. With a snap of his fingers, a mass of flesh gushed out of his body, mending to form another arm.


    A grunt escaped Ajax''s lips. He has regeneration as well, he thought.


    Things weren''t looking good for him. But no matter, the battle must go on.


    Ajax delved through the shadows along with Igram, the trail of dark smoke surging towards Antrax.


    "Puny insects!" Antrax roared in rage, his arms lashing forth.


    A burst of murky green matter jetted out of his hands, soaring in the air as they banded to form a collosal palm.


    "Shatter!" Antrax bellowed, his hand descending with wrathful fury.


    A tendril of shadow zoomed forward, drilling through the dirt.


    "Shadow jump," Ajax muttered, his figure swiftly coursing through the other end of the tendril.


    A reckoning explosion thundered behind him, followed by a whipping shockwave and splinters of earth.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Ajax darted forward, closing the distance between him and Antrax.


    Antrax''s maws fell wide open as they glew green in hue.


    "Rot miasma," Antrax said, his jaws spewing a wave of green matter.


    The green matter devoured all it touched, warping them to nothing but decayed versions of themselves.


    Ajax took a sharp stop, his figure nimbly avoiding the rot miasma.


    "Shadow sling," Ajax uttered, elongated protrusions latching off his arms. With a flick of his wrist, they burst forward, clutching tight to Antrax.


    Ajax dug his foot into the ground, a grunt escaping his lips as he ripped his arm back, dragging Antrax along.


    "You¡ª!" Antrax''s words were cut short as Ajax snatched his head, smashing it against the ground with a thunderous boom.


    Brownish-red blood trickled down Antrax''s lips, his face quivering in pain. In retaliation, he pointed his fingers forward.


    "Decay bullets¡ª"


    A foot connected with Antrax''s jaws, sending him flying back.


    Imgar ascended from the shadows, his claymore nesting in his shoulders. With a strong thrust, his figure zoomed forward.


    Antrax landed in an explosion of dirt and stones, his jaw weaving in unnatural directions.


    In the corner of his eyes, a dark figure darted towards him.


    Imgar threw a wide slash, his blade drawing an arc in the air. Antrax threw his arms forward, erupting two bone walls in rapid succession.


    The earth shook as Imgar''s blade hammered the bone walls. Antrax''s arms trembled under the recoil.


    With haste, Antrax said "Bone jaws,"


    Imgar''s dark visor shifted down as he hurriedly dashed away.


    From the ground, a set of bone jaws erupted, nearly tearing Imgar''s leg in the process.


    "Sub space: Plague infestation," Antrax uttered.


    Ajax''s eyes widened, his astral compass screaming of danger. A threat he has never faced before.


    Shit! He thought.


    "Shadow cocoon!" Ajax countered, his shadows latching unto each other as they formed a dark cocoon.


    Ajax withdrew Imgar back to the safety of the miniature dome, his eyes fixed on the abomination.


    A surge of green energy lashed in rage, devouring and destroying everything near it. As the earth decayed, so did the last remaining trees.


    Ajax grunted as he struggled to keep the barrier up against the harrowing effects of Antrax''s subspace.


    A subspace is a skill a saint gets once they reach enlightenment. It''s a zone that harbors the elemental capabilities of your power. If Antrax does indeed possess a subspace, then that means he''s a bonafide saint.


    Blood meandered down Ajax''s visor.


    "Shadow bones," Ajax casted, copying the skill Igram stole from Antrax.


    Layers of black bones erupted forward, blocking the stream of energy from consuming them.


    However, cracks soon marred its surface as it splintered into pieces.


    Damn it! Ajax cursed inwardly.


    What can he do? Is there anything he can do? He himself is an enlightened rank individual, but he''s been stuck there for years. Suddenly breaking into Saint rank might give him the chance, but a slim one.


    But how will he surpass his bottleneck? His ascension trial has yet to come. There have been no signs¡ª


    Ajax''s visor perked up, and his gaze fixed on Antrax.


    How did he not notice?


    Antrax.


    He was his trial.


    "Igram!" Ajax called.


    The shadow knight shifted his gaze towards his master.


    "Observe, learn, and adapt his subspace," Ajax commanded.


    The shadow fell still for a moment before giving a stiff nod in return. It had qualms with its master decision, but he cannot question him. His master''s will is also his.


    Imgar speared a glance ahead, precisely within Antrax''s shadows.


    And so his adaptation began.


    However, Ajax must persist until the end. Until Imgar has learned. He must stand steadfast against the pain and destruction. Or all will fail.


    Ajax cast bone walls in rapid succession, his ethos depleting at a rapid pace as he sustained his shadow cocoon tirelessly.


    Time ticked down; every second and every minute felt like an eternity. An endless river of torment.


    But Ajax persisted. He stood against Antrax, a saint¡ªan abomination way beyond his league. And he shall not fail now.


    "87%," Ajax muttered under his breath, his voice coarse and subtle. He was nearing his limit.


    Ajax''s knees buckled, plummeting down the ground with a loud thud. Yet his arms remained in position.


    "91%," he said, his vision dimming.


    He''s close¡ªtoo close to losing consciousness now. Not yet, no.


    Ajax''s body shook, blood trailing down his armor.


    "96%..."


    Ajax''s left arm fell limp, devoid of strength. His breathing shallow.


    Will he meet his demise this way?


    Is this the end of the line for him?


    Looking back, he''s lived a pretty shitty life.


    His family loved him, took great care of him, and cherished him. Yet he couldn''t do anything for them, as they were torn to pieces by abominations.


    He can still vividly remember the malevolent glow of the rift that stole his future. The scent of iron lingering in the air, and the sound of screams leaving trails of hushed echoes.


    At the early age of 9, he became an orphan in a slum. He had to fight teeth and bones just to survive another day. He had to scavenge what little scrap was left.


    He had a friend, a person he could call family.


    But she died as well.


    In the hands of yet another abomination.


    He had to watch as they tore her limb from limb. Her cries haunt him. Worse, his weakness back then angers him.


    He wonders. Does weakness deprive you of the choice of how you wish to die?


    But that young boy didn''t give up so easily. Perhaps it was their deaths that served as his fuel.


    At the age of 19, Ajax joined the Watchers, where he faced countless harrowing trials just to survive. He had to watch his comrades come and go, and he will tell himself it''s part of his job.


    Eventually, as the deaths piled up, his heart numbed. To save himself from the pain, he chose to forget.


    Was he so weak that he chose to escape from the very thing pushing him forward?


    He sees himself in Samael. A boy who has gone through many things But despite the stark difference between them, Samael chose to strive forward instead of buckling under pressure.


    Will he run away again?


    "99%..."


    No, no more. This world can burn with him.


    "100%..."


    Antrax''s chuckles filled the air, a wide grin tugging at the corner of his lips. A pulse swept over the surroundings.


    Antrax''s smile faded, his eyes quivering in confusion, realization, and disbelief.


    Another pulse of energy soared forward, stirring the dust in its wake.


    "This... This can''t be..." Antrax muttered in disbelief.


    The pulses came one after the other, each time more prevalent than before.


    "He''s ascending..." Antrax said.


    "NO¡ª" Antrax''s screams fell deaf, overshadowed by Ajax''s voice.


    "Subspace: Shadow Nexus,"


    Then


    Shadows devoured everything.

 CH26-First stage Saint.

    Harrowing winds shook the southern forest¡ªor at least what was left of it¡ªalong with the dome of darkness devouring all those blocking its path.


    The shadow dome expanded, clashing against Antrax''s plague subspace. It was a battle of endurance and sheer will, wherein the first to buckle would meet a single fate.


    Death.


    As the two subspaces collided, forming cracks against the brown earth and sending shockwaves of titanic proportions, Ajax underwent rapid changes.


    It was unseen physically due to his armor, but his astral pressure surged forth. His soul morphing into something far more... pure.


    His ethos took a leap, and a flow of strength never before seen by Ajax seized him in its palm. As though the fatigue was never there to begin with.


    He has reached the first stage of the saint rank.


    Antrax''s face distorted in rage. "Don''t be arrogant! You''re merely a first-stage saint!" He roared in fury.


    The plague subspace marched forward, slowly pushing back Ajax''s shadow nexus.


    Although Ajax indeed transcended to sainthood, his and Antrax''s powers still differ by a mile. There was still a huge gap between them.


    Ajax and Antrax''s groans echoed as they stood steadfast against the recoil of their clash.


    Blood trickled down Ajax''s lips, his armor denting under the pressure.


    Antrax took a step forward, a gush of energy billowing out of his vessel.


    "ENOUGH OF THIS!" He spat in pure rage as the green field of plague darted forward, overwhelming Ajax.


    Ajax dug his foot to the ground as he fought against Antrax''s advances.


    "Yes. Enough of this," he muttered.


    A violent surge of shadow matter resonated with his subspace, hammering down Antrax''s plague infestation in an ear-shattering explosion.


    Energy residues coursed through the ground, sending chunks of earth soaring into the sky.


    The wind whipped, sending dust clouds billowing in the air.


    Ajax breezed through the air, his armor clattering under the unforgiving backlash of the confrontation. The same can be said for Antrax, as his figure got catapulted dozens of meters away.


    Ajax slammed towards the ground, tearing parts of his armor and visor away. His aqua-blue eyes bathing in the soft, tantalizing glow of the moon.


    The night was nearing its end. The dawn was nearly upon them. This battle cannot drag any longer.


    Steeling his resolve, Ajax rose to his feet as he dusted himself. His gaze locked forward.


    Perhaps I will be able to use it now... He thought.


    He has a skill. A hidden trump card, some may say. He has refrained from using it due to his weakness. But with his newfound power... He now has a chance. Slim, but a chance nonetheless.


    From the shadows, Igram ascended, a blade nesting in his palms. Kneeling, he offered it to Ajax.


    Grasping the hilt tight, Ajax took a sharp breath, his figure blurring as he darted ahead.


    From the dust, Antrax gathered his strength. He climbed from the rubble and zoomed forward, greeting Ajax head-on.


    "Corrosion spheres."


    "Decay bullets," Antrax said as he rapidly threw one projectile after the other.


    Ajax continuously dove through the shadows, nimbly dodging the attacks surging his way.


    Dark tendrils jutted out of the darkness, breezing through the wind as they thrusted towards Antrax, in which it was intercepted with bone walls.


    "Shadow jump," Ajax''s voice echoed, his figure warping inches from Antrax.


    His blade drew a wide arc. But Antrax swiftly weaved back, the steel edge of Ajax''s sword grazing his cheeks.


    "Bone whip!" Antrax said, an elongated bone protrusion lashing towards Ajax.


    Keeping his composure calm, Ajax muttered. "Bone walls."


    A shadow wall similar to Antrax halted the whip dead in its tracks.


    "You¡ª!" Antrax''s words were cut short as Ajax spoke once more.


    "Bone darts."


    The abominations eyes widened as he hurriedly jerked his arm forward, but Igram''s claymore froze them in place as the shadow threw a myriad of slashes.


    With all of his arms occupied, Antrax could do nothing but dodge. Unfortunately, Ajax didn''t give the abomination the chance as he dashed forward, closing the distance with haste.


    The dark darts drew lines on Antrax''s face and body, some drilling down his flesh and into his very bones. His screams reverberated in the air.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Imgar darted ahead, blocking Antrax''s exit.


    With a flick of his wrist, a dark bone whip lashed into Antrax, latching tight to his skin and restraining his movements.


    Ajax saw this and wasted no time. He raised his steel blade as it descended with unfaltering rage, its glimmer shining off Antrax''s pupils.


    The abomination''s breath hitched, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Then he spoke.


    "Subspace: Plague infestation."


    Ajax''s eyes widened, his foot kicking the ground forcefully.


    A stream of malevolent green energy jetted out of Antrax''s body, swallowing everything in its vicinity, including Imgar.


    The shadow knight ripped his arm back as he leaped away. Unfortunately, it was too late.


    Igram shot a glance at Ajax as the subspace devoured him.


    Within the mayhem, Antrax''s voice echoed.


    "Plague infestation: corrosive miasma."


    Ajax watched as Igram, his shadow, slowly liquified.


    Antrax''s chuckles left trails of echo in the air.


    "Finally, the annoying bug is gone," he said.


    Ajax''s atmosphere turned grim. His chances of pulling off his ability with Igram are low; now it''s nearly implausible. But there''s still a chance. A small sliver of hope.


    Ajax delved through the shadows, the trail of dark smoke billowing forward.


    "You''re still coming after me?" Antrax asked in surprise, his brows arching upward.


    As far as Ajax knows, Antrax was a caster. He wasn''t a physical combatant. This made it harder for him to get close. In order to use his hidden ace, he must have access to his shadow.


    Antrax threw his arms and cast bone spikes, littering the ground with holes.


    Ajax countered with the same ability, canceling out Antrax''s efforts.


    The abomination scowled in annoyance as he cast a plethora of skills.


    "Decay bullets."


    "Corrosion spheres."


    "Bone jaws."


    Ajax marched forward unhindered as he rapidly used the skills in his arsenal.


    "Bone darts."


    "Bone whip."


    "Bone jaws."


    The collision of the abilities opted for them to cancel once more, deepening the frown on the abominations face.


    Ajax threw his arm forward. "Shadow sling," he said, his figure zooming forward.


    As he closed off the distance, Ajax swung his blade tirelessly, not giving Antrax the chance to breathe.


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    "You want close combat? Then so be it!" Antrax roared.


    "Exoskeleton," he uttered, his figure zooming forward.


    Ajax''s eyes widened, his aqua blue pupils quivering. Blood meandered down his lips, staining his visor crimson.


    He had miscalculated.


    Antrax moved at a speed far beyond what he expected.


    Ajax shifted his gaze down, his eyes fixated on the pair of arms impaled deep in his flesh, tearing straight through his armor.


    Antrax chuckled in glee, a wide grin slithering towards his face.


    "Did you think I was unable to fight physically? You fell for it," he mocked.


    A sharp pang of pain resonated through Ajax as his wound rapidly infested.


    "Nonetheless, I congratulate you for forcing me to take matters into my own hands," he said.


    "Now, it''s time to end this game," he resumed.


    Ajax met Antrax''s gaze; his aqua-blue eyes lost deep in thoughts.


    Was the difference in power that big?


    Was he a fool for trying?


    Is this how his life will finally end?


    Ajax''s consciousness dimmed, his vision gradually fading under the guiding light of the celestial moon.


    Does he have any regrets?


    Perhaps there are many.


    The lids of Ajax''s eyes slowly fell, his remaining flicker of strength burning away into nothing but ashes as they drifted with the wind. There was nothing but a single emotion lurking deep in his heart.


    Frustration.


    He feels too frustrated.


    At himself.


    At his mistakes.


    At his weakness.


    Yet, in the midst of his demise, Ajax caught movement in the corner of his eyes. A silhouette.


    It was his apprentice.


    "Sa...mael...?" Ajax muttered under his breath, a strange emotion blooming in his chest, ridding him of the pain of his misgivings. One he discarded and regarded as a burden.


    Hope.


    Antrax brows rose upwards. "What are you muttering, pest?" he asked.


    Ajax''s fingers twitched, his grip latching onto Antrax''s arms.


    "What futile struggles?" Antrax sneered, disdain staining his gaze.


    Ajax called forth the last remaining specks of strength he had. "Go," he uttered.


    "Wha¡ª" Antrax''s words came to an abrupt halt as his eyes widened. He jerked his head back as he ripped his arm away.


    However, Ajax''s hold remains steadfast even under the unrelenting force of Antrax.


    The abomination''s face distorted in rage.


    "You little runts!" He roared in fury.


    "Sub space: Plague infest¡ª" His chant was halted when Ajax''s monochromatic voice reverberated in the air.


    "Not this time."


    A steel visor struck Antrax square in the face, breaking his nose and etching a crack in his visage.


    Antrax felt the world spin for a moment.


    "NOW, SAMAEL!" Ajax bellowed.


    Samael''s silhouette zoomed forward, Crimson Raven humming through the air as it drilled inches deep through Antrax''s exoskeleton armor, tearing the flesh below. A feat implausible if it weren''t for Ajax weakening the Saint abomination over time.


    Antrax''s screams reverberated in the air, leaving trails of echo as his blood gushed out of his shoulder.


    "IT BURNNNS!" He wailed in agony, dark steam gushing out of the wound as it slowly corroded.


    Samael dialed his arm back as he swung once more, his Void Augmentation tuned up a notch.


    The axe drew an arc, its sharp edge glimmering in Antrax''s pupils.


    In a desperate attempt, Antrax tore his arms embedded deep within Ajax, uncaring for the damage done as he mutilated himself.


    Swiftly, the abomination whipped its arm forward, slamming it against Samael''s steel-plated torso, bending the armor as he sent Samael a few paces back.


    Blood spewed out of Samael''s lips, trailing down and staining his steel armor. But he wasn''t done yet.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Samael darted forward, his blade weaving in the air as it swung in a frenzy.


    Antrax strained as he avoided the slashes with difficulty, a lone bead of sweat meandering down his forehead.


    "UNHAND ME!" he roared at Ajax, but to no avail.


    After the initial explosion of Ajax and Antrax''s clash earlier, Samael rushed to aid his mentor. When he got there, he was greeted with carnage and the utter decimation of the southern forest.


    He could feel the tremors coursing through the earth and the shockwaves of their fight. But he knew interfering would only cause more problems than help.


    However, when he saw Antrax impale Ajax and saw how the light in his mentor''s eyes dimmed, he knew he couldn''t stand by and watch.


    So he propelled himself.


    Nerves squirmed under Antrax''s skin as he growled. "I SAID UNHAND ME!" He jerked his arm back with unparalleled ferocity.


    Ajax met the abomination in the eyes as he loosened his grip. "Sure," he replied.


    Antrax''s eyes widened in surprise, his figure stumbling back as Ajax let go of him.


    Samael shot forward, his axe towed in hand as he threw a vertical slash.


    Antrax planted his foot on the ground, his figure weaving to the side, nimbly avoiding the axe by inches. He countered with a swift slash¡ª


    "Subspace: Shadow Nexus," Ajax''s voice echoed.


    Antrax felt a shiver run down his spine, his blood freezing in place. His gaze shifted towards Samael, his claws inches from his face.


    A wide smirk tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips.


    "You thought Ajax was the bait, you fool. I am the bait," Samael said.


    Antrax''s face paled, his eyes clamped wide.


    A surge of shadow matter swept the land, devouring everything in sight.


    "Shadow Nexus: Origin," Ajax''s voice reverberated.


    Antrax''s gaze darted back and forth, yet what greeted him were shadows, and shadows alone.


    A mist of darkness encompassed Antrax, blocking his vision and senses. A cold sense of dread coursing through his skin.


    "SHOW YOURSELF!" he bellowed as he fired projectiles at random.


    He caught movement in the corner of his eyes. However, upon shifting his gaze, there was nothing but the swirling shadows, along with the voice whispering in his ears.


    "This is my subspace: Shadow Nexus."


    Antrax jerked his head in a frenzy, a futile attempt to locate where Ajax was.


    "A place of origins..." Ajax resumed.


    Antrax caught another movement near him, but there was only darkness greeting him.


    "What is going on?" Antrax asked in confusion.


    "This place is a mirror of your mistakes, a past you cannot outrun anymore," Ajax uttered.


    Antrax felt a presence behind him, opting to deliver a ferocious blow. However, his claws halted mere inches from his target.


    It was a man. He was clad in radiant white armor. He had blond hair, green eyes, and a smile as bright as the sun.


    Antrax stumbled back. His breath disheveled.


    "No, no, no! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he asked.


    The man clad in armor fought numerous battles with his comrades. They traveled everywhere and shared everything.


    He was full of dreams and ambition, along with love for a woman in their ranks. She had lustrous red hair and eyes as gold as the morning sun.


    The shadows shifted once more, warping to a scene¡ªno, to a memory long forgotten in time.


    The woman came up to the man with a sweet smile plastered on her face.


    "Tarx! What are your plans after this expedition?" She asked.


    Antrax''s body trembled, a plethora of emotions running behind his crimson pupils.


    He knows well who they were and what they meant to him.


    After all, this is his origin story.


    Tarx, the man Antrax was before, spoke. "Me? I plan to fulfill my promise and form a family with you. Live a life of content in the country side and maybe build myself a farm."


    As the days passed by, their expedition went without trouble; they ventured deep and fought bravely. Until they reached their final destination.


    "Is this the place...?" Tarx asked, a smudge of confusion dancing in his eyes.


    "Yes, dear. This is the place," the woman answered.


    STAB!


    Antrax watched as the woman stabbed Tarx. He could still vividly feel the pain of the betrayal he suffered. It was an ache far more painful than any wound he got. That feeling of your heart being squeezed and your hopes shattering in front of you


    The woman met Tarx''s gaze. A mischievous glimmer danced in her pupils.


    "I have fulfilled my part of the bargain, little lamb," she uttered.


    "Right now, you''re nothing but a sheep waiting for slaughter," she whispered in his ears.


    The chuckles of his companions echoed in the labyrinth.


    "You all knew..." Tarx asked, blood trailing down his lips.


    The woman burst into laughter. "We all knew! You were simply a blind fool!" She mocked.


    "Did you actually think I would like to spend the rest of my life with someone like you? Have some shame!" She sneered as she rose to her feet.


    "We''ll kindly take the recognition for this hunt and tell them how the brave hero Tarx died in battle to protect the kingdom he so loves," she said.


    "Farewell, Tarx, my darling." Her voice left trails of hushed echoes as darkness shrouded the labyrinth once more.


    Antrax fell silent, his eyes lost in the torrent of memories. His jaws clenched tight.


    "TARX IS NO MORE! HE DIED A LONG TIME AGO!" He roared in denial.


    "You can never run from who you truly are," Ajax''s voice responded.


    "I AM NOW ANTRAX! A HARBINGER OF DEATH! TARX WAS A FOOL! HE WAS WEAK!" Antrax bellowed, a burst of energy springing forward.


    "Tarx, will you promise me a life of happiness?" A voice whispered in Antrax''s ears.


    "Tarx! Let''s go and finish this quest fast!" A man said.


    "Brother, is it true you got her hand in marriage?" another man chimed in.


    Antrax''s body shook, his hands clasping his ears tight.


    "NO! STOP THIS! MAKE IT STOP!" Antrax screamed in torment.


    "If you wish," Ajax replied.


    The Shadow Nexus withdrew before Antrax''s eyes, shattering the harrowing storm of memories haunting him for decades.


    Antrax shot a glance back, a smudge of confusion dancing in his eyes.


    Ajax stood idle, blood marring his armor.


    "I knew I couldn''t harm you in my state, even inside my subspace. I never intended to begin with," he said.


    Antrax''s eyes widened, his frenzied laughter resonating in the air.


    "You¡ªyou ran out of Ethos?! HAHAHA!" he concluded.


    Antrax took a step forward. "You had your chance!" He said, his crooked finger pointing forward.


    "Now you''ll never see the light of day," he resumed as he kicked the ground hard.


    Ajax remained unfazed as he spoke.


    "Mirror."


    Antrax''s advance fell short as he fell face first towards the ground, his arms clutching his legs tight. Blood meandering down his skin, along with a hole carved deep in his flesh.


    "ARGHHHH!" Antrax roared in agony, his figure squirming in the ground.


    Shifting his gaze towards Ajax, he asked. "WHAT TREACHERY IS THI¡ª" However, another wave of pain overwhelmed him. This time, a hole tore straight through his shoulder.


    "ARGHHH!" he screamed as he flailed around.


    Samael''s brows rose upwards, his eyes narrowed down. Just what did Ajax do? What is happening?


    Samael fixed his gaze on his mentor, his eyes jolting wide.


    Ajax kneeled down, blood spewing out of his lips. His hand grasped the earth with utter ferocity, as though he were in pain.


    Is he in pain? Samael asked himself.


    His queries were answered quickly as Ajax''s monochromatic voice lingered in the air.


    "I never intended to defeat you within my subspace or because I ran out of Ethos," he said.


    "I simply needed you to lower your guard to access your shadow," he resumed.


    Antrax fixed his gaze on Ajax.


    "Mirror is a skill that enables me to harm the shadows of my opponent, and in turn, I also suffer the pain they go through," he revealed.


    Antrax clenched his jaw, a muffled scream emanating from his lips. His sharp gaze carving a hole through Ajax.


    Ajax cleaved his blade through his shadow, where an imperceptible thin thread bound his and Antrax''s silhouettes. A wave of pain flushed through his chest.


    Antrax''s roar reverberated as a large gash trailed down his torso, blood gushing out of his skin as it watered the brown earth.


    "It''s time to end this," Ajax said, his hand raised high in the heavens, a steel blade cradled in his palm.


    Antrax watched the blade glimmer under the glow of the moonlight, its steel edge bouncing off his pupils.


    "Unacceptable..." he muttered under his breath.


    "I cannot accept this..." he whispered.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down. Is he saying something? He asked himself.


    "This... This is..." Antrax''s voice shook.


    Ajax''s aqua-blue eyes shifted towards the abomination, his visor tilting down.


    "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!!" Antrax roared.


    A stream of green matter jetted out of his body, blocking Ajax and Samael''s sight.


    "What?!" Samael asked in confusion as he peered through the mist, but to no avail.


    The miasma was too potent; it blocked out their senses and spread far and wide. Just what is Antrax planning?


    From the dense fog of rot, a dark silhouette zoomed out.


    Antrax''s tattered body soared in the air, bridging dozens of meters in seconds as he ran off north.


    "He''s escaping!" Samael alerted Ajax.


    Wait¡ªthis direction... NO! Samael''s face paled. Antrax treaded north, where the villagers lay in waiting. Unaware of the danger marching their way.


    "Samael, go!" Ajax said.


    "I''ll catch up to you," he said, his jaws clenched tight. Had he been faster, this wouldn''t have happened.


    Mirror is a ranged skill; it has a specific distance, and once the target has exceeded that gap, the ability is deemed null.


    Samael gave a swift nod as he darted forward, his soles coated with Void matter.


    Dawn was in the corner. So is the final outcome of their battle.


    Will it be Victory? Or death?

 CH27-A wish.

    Samael''s figure soared through the wind, his hair fluttering under its revolting rampage as he made his way towards the north. Void matter surging out of his soles.


    His gaze darted back and forth, his eyes narrowed down as he scanned the horizon for any signs of Antrax.


    Where is he?! He thought, his jaw clenched tight¡ª when his eyes caught a silhouette in the distance.


    "Antrax!" Samael roared as he billowed forward.


    No matter what happens, he cannot let Antrax reach the villagers. Never.


    Samael''s grunts reverberated as he doubled the output of Void Augmentation on his soles, his figure zooming ahead.


    Antrax''s ears perked up as he shot a glance back, his face quivering in rage and exasperation.


    To think that he will be forced to run is already such a humiliation, but being chased by a child is nothing short of disrespectful. However, that same child drilled a hole through his exoskeleton armor, a feat deemed implausible for mundane humans.


    Samael inched closer by the second, his knuckles pale white under his grueling grip. Void matter seeped deep into his axe.


    Dialing his arm back, Crimson Raven hummed in the air as it descended with unparalleled fury.


    Antrax''s hands shot forward, a bone wall erupting from his palms, his grunt leaving trails of echoes dancing in the wind.


    Antrax had fought Ajax for hours; his ethos is nearly drained, and he''s sustained damage far beyond what he can regenerate.


    "I must consume humans. Where are they?! Where?!" He muttered to himself, his eyes shifting in a panic.


    With a sharp breath, Antrax pushed the bone walls forward, sending Samael back. However, he quickly regained his footing and darted forward once more.


    Antrax took a whiff of the air, his nostrils enlarging.


    "They''re near!" He roared, a grin creeping up his face.


    Samael flinched, dread seizing his heart. No! He can''t reach them! He thought as he threw a myriad of slashes.


    Antrax scowled in exasperation as he shot bone darts in Samael''s direction. The sharp projectiles hovered inches from him.


    "Bloom," Antrax said.


    Samael''s eyes widened, his arms lashing up as he formed a makeshift shield.


    BOOM!


    The bone darts sent Samael a few steps back, his left forearm oozing crimson as fragments of the bone dart dug through his flesh.


    Samael gritted his teeth, a muffled scream escaping his lips as he rose to his feet. His slightly crimson eyes spearing a glance towards Antrax.


    The abomination scowled as he roared. "WHY. WON''T. YOU. JUST. STAY. DOWN?!"


    Spiky bone protrusions jutted off the ground, littering the earth with holes in a flash as it marched towards Samael.


    Samael stomped the ground hard, his figure dashing back as he nimbly dodged the spikes, but to no avail.


    The spikes advance remained unhindered, overwhelming Samael.


    He''s creating distance! Samael realized. Left with no choice, he threw a swing, cleaving through the spikes hurling his way¡ª the elongated bone protrusion he severed quivered as they regained their sharp edges, impaling Samael''s left shoulder and parts of his body.


    "Fool, I can regenerate these bones; did you think you could breeze through them?" Antrax mocked.


    "If it weren''t for that strange matter running through your veins, you would''ve been my dinner by now!" Antrax said, his crooked finger pointing at Samael.


    "Nonetheless, once I regain my strength, you and your mentor will suffer a fate far worse than death," he resumed as he shifted his gaze back.


    Samael bit his lips, blood trailing down his chin.


    It was painful.


    But he must stop Antrax. No matter the cost,


    Samael''s head stooped low, his eyes hidden under his disheveled dark hair.


    He has an idea, but he doesn''t know if he can do it.


    No.


    He must do it.


    Samael raised his head, his gaze shifting north, where ruins stood waiting in time. Chances are, the villagers were residing there. He has no time.


    "Void Augmentation," he muttered.


    For a moment, there was nothing but silence.


    Then came the darkness of the void.


    Dark steam gushed out of Samael''s skin, billowing forth as they vanished into the unknown.


    The Void matter shrouded his entirety, swiftly burning through his Ethos. But at the same time, corroding the spikes tearing through his flesh


    Little by little, the bone protrusion faded away, sending Samael''s body plummeting down the earth, stirring the dust upon impact.


    However, blood oozed from his wounds, streaming down like a river.


    Samael took out dozens of red vials, along with a few blue ones. On their travels, Ajax said to never consume more than three of the same potions at the same time. Sure, the effects are nothing short of magical, but the backlash is immense and may be fatal.


    However, does he really have a choice?


    Samael hurriedly uncorked the vials, swiftly gulping down their contents. Once done, he threw them to the side, only to repeat the action once more.


    Eventually, he felt sick; he felt nauseated at the amount he drank, but he stood steadfast and pushed through.


    Samael''s hands grasped the earth, his fingers etching lines against the ground. His breathing was ragged and uneven. A small mountain of empty glass vials nestles beside him.


    He had the urge to vomit everything, but he gritted his teeth.


    A surge of pain swept through him, nearly sweeping him off his feet. His screams reverberated in the air as they left trails of hushed echoes.


    "ARGHHHH!" Samael wailed, his figure flailing around frantically. His wounds rapidly healing under the combined effects of a dozen healing potions. At the same time, sapping through his energy even with the help of the stamina concoctions.


    However, it also brought along sharp pangs of pain as his flesh continuously sewed itself shut.


    Samael bit his clothes, tears and blood meandering down his cheeks. His hands drilling through the dirt.


    Just... a little... longer...! He thought.


    As the seconds ticked away, the holes marring his vessel were nowhere to be found, not leaving a single scar in his skin nor any signs of the injuries he sustained.


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    However, his body visibly shook as he rose to his feet. He felt sluggish and fatigued, but he must go on.


    Coating his foot with void matter, he darted forward once more. His figure breezing through the wind, hastily closing the distance between him and Antrax.


    Meanwhile, the abomination kept tracking the scent of the frail, mundane humans. Eventually arriving at the conclusion that they resided within the ruins, Thinking they were safe from him.


    Antrax crackled. In the end, he was still the winner. In the end, the last laugh was his, after all.


    With a wide grin etched in his face, Antrax zoomed towards the ruins, claws ready to mutilate everyone that stood in his way.


    ***


    Back in the ruins north of Irvel village


    The grand elder stood idle above the towering pillars laying on the floor, forgotten in time and history.


    No one knows the origins of the ruined fortress. It has been there long before the village did. But it has provided them safety in times of great need.


    But will they survive this disaster?


    He does not know.


    A sigh escaped the Grand Elders lips.


    "Grand Elder! You shouldn''t stay out here! The wind is cold; you must go inside and warm up," a villager said.


    The grand elder''s gaze remained fixed far over the horizon.


    Dawn was nearly upon them. Yet, the watchers have yet to return from their battles.


    "Grand Elder?" The villager asked.


    Shifting his gaze towards the man, the grand elder answered.


    "Don''t mind me; I may be old, but this bag of bones still stands," he said.


    The man scratched his head. "Still, come inside, Grand Elder," he insisted.


    "Now now, let this old man have his pea¡ª." The grand elders words were cut short as a man came crashing, his voice reverberating in the air.


    "RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! THE ABOMINATIONS ARE COMING!" He screamed in a panic, luring the attention of the folks residing within the fortress.


    The villagers stormed out of the ruined fortress, flocking the man in a flash.


    "What are you saying, Jerome?" A woman asked, a frown etching lines in her visage.


    Jerome''s breathing was ragged, his eyes shifting back and forth. "We have to go! NOW! The abomination, they¡ªthey are coming!" He said.


    The grand elder pushed through the crowd.


    "Calm down, Jerome," the grand elder said, his hands gently nesting on the man''s shoulders.


    With his composure somewhat regained, the Grand Elder asked the question lingering in their minds.


    "Now, tell us what happened. Didn''t you go out to keep watch of the situation from afar?" The Grand Elder asked, his brows furrowed.


    Jerome''s body trembled, his eyes quivering in fear.


    "He''s coming..." he muttered.


    "Who''s coming?" The villagers asked, tension high in the air.


    "The abomination is coming!" Jerome roared.


    Chaos seized the villagers in its palm, fear taking roots deep within their hearts as their murmurs and screams filled the air.


    "It''s coming! Get the kids! Run!"


    "What happened to the watchers?! Did they lose? FUCK!"


    "No, no, no! This has to be a lie."


    The Grand Elder slammed his cane into the ground, breaking the villagers from their stupor.


    "Calm down!" He said, luring their attention to him.


    "What do you mean by this, Jerome?" The Grand Elder asked.


    The man, drenched in cold sweat, replied. "I was watching over the horizon when I saw it. That thing... Whatever it was, it''s marching towards us. I don''t know what happened to the watchers, but he''s coming, and he isn''t too far off."


    Jerome jolted up. "WE MUST GO. NOW!" he bellowed in fear.


    The villagers erupted into panic once more. If Jerome did see the abomination, then what he said is indeed the truth. He wasn''t too far off.


    That also means one thing.


    There''s nowhere to escape.


    They have children and elderly within their group. Injured people who can''t stand up anymore. Even if they could go, the abomination would catch up to them in no time.


    Simply put, it was over. There''s no more place to take refuge. There are no more safe walls to protect them.


    This realization dawned on the villagers.


    Some wanted to run; others cried in fear. The mothers hugged their crying children, promising them everything would be alright. And some folks gave in to despair and accepted their fates.


    The Grand Elder kept silent, his grip tightening.


    He knew it himself that there was indeed no time to run. They weren''t combatants, nor were they physically equipped. They were also injured and fatigued; what else can they do but wait?


    Steeling his resolve, the Grand Elder made his way outside of the ruined fortress. His eyes peering over the vast expanse of the night.


    They were so close. So close to dawn.


    He just wished he could see the bright golden sun once more. Even for a mere moment.


    Yes, he must do what he must.


    The grand elder slammed his cane down for the last time. Taking the attention of the villagers once again


    "Carry the old and weak, help the injured, and go. I will hold the abomination back and buy you some time to escape," he said.


    The villagers eyes widened.


    "You can''t do this!"


    "We''ll stand with you!"


    "We can''t accept this!"


    The Grand Elder sighed. "SILENCE!" He roared.


    "I am old now. My prime has long passed, and I''m merely waiting for my time to come. Will you deprive me of the choice of where I wish to breathe my last?" he asked, silencing the murmurs of the crowd.


    He could see the tears glistening down their cheeks and the pain in their eyes. But it''s because of that that he wishes to give it his all for their survival.


    He is the Grand Elder. This is his duty.


    ***


    In the mist of the cold, dark night, a twisted silhouette came into view. Its scarlet eyes glimmering within the shadows. A wide grin etched on its face.


    He was a harbinger of death, a plague, and a being of great evil. One born out of betrayal and pain.


    He came here for one thing and one thing alone.


    Blood.


    Antrax''s eyes shifted forward, his brows arching upward.


    "How kind of you to present yourself on a silver plate," he said, his eyes fixated on a man blocking his path.


    The Grand Elder stood unfazed, his eyes closed, as he felt the wind caress his skin.


    "Another silent one, eh?" Antrax remarked as he inched closer, anticipation dancing behind his crimson pupils. He can almost taste the warm blood gushing in the man''s veins.


    "So you''re the abomination who caused all this," the Grand Elder said.


    Antrax''s steps halted, his grin spreading even wider. "Yes, it''s quite the work of art, isn''t it?" He replied.


    A sigh escaped the old man''s lips. "I''m afraid I cannot let you pass," he said.


    Antrax chuckled. "You? Stop me? Are all humans delusional now?" he mocked.


    "Perhaps it''s our ambitions that make us humans," the grand elder replied.


    "My, how brave," Antrax said, his laugh reverberating in the air.


    "Human, tell me where the villagers are and I might just spare you..." Antrax demanded.


    The Grand elder opened his eyes, fixating them upon Antrax. "I am Savant, the Grand Elder of Irvel village, and I..."


    "I do not answer to the likes of you," the grand elder replied.


    "What a shame," Antrax said in dismay as he took a step forward.


    "Then again, this is futile. If you think I don''t know what you''re doing, then you''re mistaken. This puny talk will not buy your precious people time. They have nowhere to run to. I will hunt them like dogs," Antrax said.


    The grand elder Savant remained silent.


    "Fine, enough of all this talk," Antrax said, his figure darting forward.


    BANG!


    Savant looked Antrax in the eyes, the hideous visage of the abomination glimmering in his pupils.


    "You''re not afraid of death, old man?" Antrax asked, his arm impaling through the Grand Elder.


    "Death comes for everyone; it''s only the natural cycle of life," he answered.


    Antrax''s lips curled up. "What a splendid answer," he said as elongated bone protrusions latched unto Savant, absorbing his vitality at an alarming pace when a voice bellowed in the air.


    "NO!" Samael roared, his figure zooming ahead, his axe Crimson Raven in tow.


    With a wide swing, the link between Antrax and Savant was severed.


    The abomination dashed back, a frown distorting his face. His meal was interrupted by a brat.


    Samael swiftly caught Savant''s body before it struck the ground, his arms trembling under the brewing torrent of emotions.


    "Why?! Why are you here?" Samael asked.


    "I told you! Go as far north as you can!" He roared.


    Antrax scowled as he pounced forward¡ª A shadow tendril halted his steps, forcing him to take a few steps back.


    From the darkness, Ajax''s figure ascended, his aqua blue eyes fixated on Antrax.


    "You bastards..." Antrax spat in pure rage.


    Ajax shot a glance at Samael and toward the old man laying in his arms.


    "...I''ll buy you time; make it quick," he said.


    The grand elder gave a stiff nod as he gazed at Samael.


    "You want to know why I''m here?" The grand elder asked.


    "Sometimes, it''s not just about survival. It''s about protecting my family," he said.


    Samael gritted his teeth, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.


    He hated farewells.


    All his life, everyone he loved had to leave.


    Perhaps it was his weakness.


    But that''s the reason he yearned for power.


    Yet, even with such great power, he failed again.


    And it hurts.


    It hurts so much.


    Why does he have to bid farewell?


    Why does everyone he cherishes leave him?


    What did the Grand Elder do to receive such a destiny?


    Once again, fate has stolen something from him.


    "Don''t blame yourself, Samael," the Grand Elder said, his hand caressing Samael''s cheeks as he wiped away the lone tear meandering down his face.


    "I chose this. I chose to save my only family. They were there for me; now it''s time for me to be there for them," he said, blood trickling down his lips.


    Samael felt a pang of pain seize his heart.


    Family.


    A part of him he lost a very long time ago.


    A word foreign yet familiar.


    "I understand," Samael said, his head stooped low.


    "Good, boy... very good," the elder said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    "However... I do have a regret," he blurted out.


    Samael shifted his gaze toward the man.


    "I wish... I could''ve seen the dawn for the last time..." he said.


    Samael''s grip tightened.


    "But I chose this. I, Savant, chose to fight for those for whom I care. Do not pity me; honor me. Honor my wish and witness the dawn in my stead..." The grand elder muttered.


    Samael bit his lips hard, the familiar taste of blood invading his senses.


    "T-The... dawn..." The grand elder muttered under his breath as the glimmer in his eyes faded.


    Samael fell silent as he laid the man down, carefully placing his cane beside him.


    Antrax.


    He caused all of this.


    All the destruction.


    All the pain and suffering.


    All the deaths


    He was the cause of all of this.


    He will pay.


    He will not get away with this.


    "Grandpa Savant, rest easy. I, Samael, will honor your final wish."


    "Your death will not be in vain."


    Samael rose to his feet as he shifted his gaze ahead. His bloodshot eyes brimming with unadulterated rage.


    Screw fate.


    Screw destiny.


    Screw this damned world.


    Right now, the only thing lingering on his mind is one thing.


    Defeat... No.


    Kill Antrax.


    Onyx-dark steam jetted out of Samael''s body as he spoke, his voice distorted and deep enough to send fear into the hearts of his adversaries.


    "Overdrive."

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    Antrax darted forward, his claws lashing back and forth. The grating sound of steel and bones leaving trails of echo in the air.


    A groan escaped Ajax''s lips as he strained to dodge the harrowing storm of attacks launching his way. Beads of sweat meandered down his forehead as he redirected the attacks sideways.


    He had no weapon left; his blades are long gone, and his armour is barely holding on. His ethos is near rock bottom.


    At most, he can muster a single attack. A lone skill that may buy them time. What lies beyond? Only time can tell.


    Antrax''s claws shot forward, etching lines through what''s left of Ajax''s armour as it got flung to the side.


    Ajax swiftly countered with a high kick, his shins crashing against Antrax''s arms, sending the abomination a few steps back.


    "DIE DIE DIE!" Antrax roared as he swung in a frenzy.


    Ajax weaved left and right, nimbly avoiding the attacks as he countered every chance he saw.


    Loud bangs reverberated in the air as their fists clashed. However, it is incomparably tame compared to their fight earlier.


    Both sides have sustained injuries far beyond what their natural regeneration can restore, and their ethos is not fairing well either.


    However, he does know one thing.


    Antrax''s regeneration is a force to be reckoned with. He managed to heal wounds fatal to most and even go as far as to regrow a new arm.


    But when Samael''s element struck him, he was unable to regenerate properly and in time.


    Ajax and Antrax struck each other in the face, their figures dashing back as they gained distance.


    He knows what he must do now.


    Ajax propelled himself forward, his figure breezing through the wind.


    Antrax saw this and met the man head-on, his claws raring to go.


    Sparks lit the dim night sky, a bright parade of steel and bones.


    Slipping to the side, Ajax gave Antrax a sharp uppercut, shattering the razor-sharp teeth of the abomination into pieces.


    However, Antrax struck back with a headbutt, further denting Ajax''s visor. In a few seconds, his fragmented teeth mended back.


    Unfazed, Ajax dug his elbow through Antrax''s face, shattering his nose and caving his skull back.


    A muffled scream escaped Antrax''s lips as he recoiled back, crimson staining his visage.


    Not wasting time, Ajax twirled and plunged his foot on the abomination''s abdomen, sending him flying with a back kick.


    Antrax flew a few metres back before smashing against the ground with a thundering boom.


    "Y-you b-bast¡ªCOUGH!" Antrax struggled to deliver his words as he violently coughed blood.


    Ajax''s gaze narrowed.


    Antrax rose to his feet in haste, as he said. "Bone blade."


    Sharp protrusions jutted out of his flesh, coiling together to form a blade extending from his wrist.


    Antrax''s body shook, his ethos dipping down even deeper. The side effects finally caught up to him. Like Ajax, he can only cast one more skill.


    With a thrust of his foot, Antrax dashed forward, his blade humming in the air as it met Ajax.


    Then a shiver ran down Antrax''s spine.


    In the corner of his eyes, Antrax saw Samael lay down the fallen Savant. He watched as the boy stood up, axe in hand, as he shifted his wrathful gaze towards him and muttered.


    "Overdrive."


    ***


    Samael felt as though he was submerged in water. Unable to breathe or swim for air. Yet his skin burned in heat as though he were tossed into flames.


    He felt no happiness, no despair, no nothing. Just... Rage and pain


    What did Savant do to deserve all of this? To lose his home, his friends, and his life?


    Why?


    Samael gritted his teeth as he sank even deeper. His consciousness dimmed by the second as the flames of fury devoured him.


    Like some twisted joke, Savant''s death played in a loop within Samael''s mind. Tormenting him endlessly.


    Antrax.


    He did all of this. Caused all of this damage.


    He must pay...


    No.


    He will pay the price in blood.


    Samael''s hand balled to a fist as he felt the dark slowly devour his withering sanity¡ªwhen a voice whispered to him.


    "Don''t blame yourself, Samael."


    Samael''s body trembled.


    He wanted to rip Antrax to shreds. and he will.


    "Honour my wish and witness the dawn in my stead..."


    But he will not lose himself in the raging storm of emotions stirring within him.


    He will win as Samael.


    The darkness consuming him coiled through his body, pulling him deeper into the abyss.


    But he remained unfazed, for the darkness is his light.


    Samael''s eyes flung open, his crimson-stained eyes fixated on Antrax, his axe nesting in his palms as Void matter latched to his skin and weapon.


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    He felt the urge to just let loose.


    To allow himself to be consumed by rage.


    But not this time.


    He will watch with his own eyes as he finishes what Antrax started.


    Ajax cast a sidelong glance at Samael as he gave him a stiff nod. It was time to end this.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Ajax''s figure zoomed forward.


    Antrax scowled as he returned the favour. His blade humming in the air as it met Ajax straight.


    However, the man kept billowing forward, uncaring for the danger heading his way.


    "Have you lost your mind?" Antrax roared as he crackled in joy. But his grin was soon wiped from his face as a silhouette darted towards him.


    Antrax abruptly halted his advance as he whipped his blade up, forming a makeshift shield.


    The silhouette struck the bone blade with a force enough to send Antrax flying as he landed face first against the earth with a thunderous explosion.


    Antrax spewed blood as he shakily rose up, his gaze spearing ahead.


    Samael stood there, his stance low, as Crimson Raven hung on his shoulders. His body emitting large amounts of Void matter.


    The atmosphere around him felt different; he looked as though he was one with the darkness, mending with it. It looked almost...


    Demonic.


    Antrax felt an emotion rise in his chest. That uncertainty. That gruelling feeling that makes you feel suffocated. An emotion he thought he lost long ago...


    Fear...


    Antrax groaned, a wave of sharp, searing pain burning through his flesh and skin. His eyes shifted to his hand, whose surface scorched under the revolting rampage of the dark matter. But there was something more...


    "WHAT IS THIS?!" Antrax roared.


    He couldn''t regenerate the part Samael damaged.


    "WHY?! WHY CAN''T I HEAL?" He bellowed, his hand trembling as pangs of pain drilled through his sanity.


    He has seen the damage Samael can cause, but his regeneration proved far superior. Yet, there was no doubt about it.


    His healing is rendered useless, and he was barely hit by the brat.


    "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he questioned, fear drilling even deeper in his heart.


    Samael''s gaze remained on Antrax, a clear liquid meandering down his hand. His visage bathing in the blue glow of the Codex.


    His Void level is indeed low enough to disable Antrax''s regeneration.


    However, he did discern one thing:


    It kept bugging him. What did the Codex intend to say to him regarding the Necrons?


    Now he knows.


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    It turns out that Antrax was an undead. And he knows just the right thing for him.


    Ajax shifted his gaze towards Samael, his eyes landing on the clear liquid dripping down his palm.


    His aqua-blue eyes widened as he spoke. "Divina¡ª I see..."


    His Void matter, along with Divina, is what halted the abomination''s regenerative capabilities.


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    "Let''s end this," Samael uttered, his figure turning to a blur.


    Ajax gave a stiff nod as he trailed close.


    Scared and in pain, Antrax called forth an ebony cage, intending to trap the duo. But Ajax''s voice lingered in the air.


    "Shadow bind."


    Antrax''s eyes widened, a myriad of shadow tendrils latching onto him as Ajax dragged him towards them.


    Antrax swung his sword in a frenzy, but Samael stood steadfast as he bravely fought his way forward. His axe darted back and forth as it deflected the slashes coming his way.


    Unfortunately, some of the attacks still bypassed his defence, leaving him with gashes all over his body. Yet even that failed to make him flinch.


    Samael steadily forced his way in, leaving Antrax no space as Crimson Raven drew an arc, severing one of the abomination''s arms.


    "ARGHHH!" Antrax screamed in agony as he dashed back, smoke billowing from his shoulders.


    "DAMN YOU!" he roared as he swung his claws. Samael''s figure turned to a blur, followed by several thunderclaps as he vanished from Antrax''s sight.


    Antrax stumbled as his attacks struck nothing but air. His eyes clamped wide open.


    Antrax jerked his head back, but it was too late.


    A wave of pain swept through Antrax as Samael''s axe drilled through his flesh and bones. Cleaving through his shoulders towards his ribs.


    Antrax flung his elbow back, striking Samael Square in the jaw, but his advance remained unhindered as it tore through his flesh relentlessly.


    Out of options, Antrax screamed. "Exoskeleton!"


    Pale white bones gushed out of his body, clawing through as they enveloped his entirety, forming a makeshift armour.


    "Let go of me!" He said as he swung back. However, Samael took a step back, the claws nicking his right eyebrow.


    Samael planted his foot on the ground, his grip tightening as he twisted his blade, stirring Antrax''s flesh.


    "ARGHHHH!" he wailed in torment as he swung tirelessly.


    Ajax saw this and shot forward, his shins landing on the abomination''s leg, forcing him to kneel down.


    Seizing the chance given by his mentor, Samael dragged the axe up, Void matter gushing out as he doubled the output.


    Antrax felt the urge to scream, but Ajax kneeled his jaw, sealing his lips as a muffled wail escaped his maws.


    Samael tightened his grip as he ripped the weapon horizontally.


    "ARGHHHHHH!" Samael roared as the axe tore through Antrax.


    "NO!" Antrax roared, but to no avail.


    Samael felt a surge of power, a wave of Void matter coursing through his veins. Screaming to be free.


    So he let it loose.


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    Samael stared Antrax in the eyes as he muttered.


    "Void cleave."


    Antrax''s face paled. "NO¡ª"


    A wave of Void matter resonated with Crimson Raven, blasting out in the form of a wave.


    The onyx-dark wave sliced through Antrax''s neck clean, severing his head from his body in one fell swoop. Its march remains unhindered even after tearing through the abomination.


    The abominations head flew high in the heavens, his vision swirling, a lone thought lingering in his mind.


    What happened?


    Antrax''s head fell down with a soft thud, his eyes quivering as he stared at his body''s headless corpse before it limped and fell down, stirring the dust.


    There stood Samael, crimson raven in hand, his body tattered with wounds oozing crimson.


    Slowly, he raised his axe and spoke. His voice reached far and wide.


    "It''s over; the abomination... is slain."


    For a moment, there was silence.


    Then the golden glow of dawn bathed his face as it peeked over the horizon. Marking the end of their gruesome battle and, at the same time, signalling the start of a new day.


    The lush, warm light of the sun glimmered in Samael''s pupils. A wave of fatigue crashed against him as his consciousness flickered. But before the darkness took him, he said


    "I have fulfilled my vow..."


    Samael''s body went limp as he fell into the rubbles of their clash, stirring the dust as he lay on the brown earth. His consciousness sinking little by little.


    Ajax wasn''t faring well either. The moment Samael severed Antrax''s head, he fell unconscious.


    Samael''s ears perked up as he faintly heard footsteps coming their way. Shifting his gaze ahead, he saw figures emerge from the morning mist.


    The... villagers...? He wondered.


    The villagers faintly heard Samael''s announcement, so they came to check on the outcome of their battles.


    There they saw the headless corpse of the abomination laying in the ground. Along with Ajax, Samael, and Savant''s bodies


    Murmurs filled the air¡ª when a man saw Samael''s shallow breathing. His eyes widened as he roared.


    "The watchers..."


    "THE WATCHERS ARE ALIVE!"


    His voice echoed in the air, reaching the ears of all the villagers. Bringing along relief and peace as tears streamed down their faces.


    Their cheers filled the air, dancing with the wind as they realised something. The disaster was over. They survived.


    The villagers hurriedly tended the wounded, while the doctor turned his focus upon Samael and Ajax.


    "Goodness. How are they alive?" he muttered under his breath after witnessing Samael and Ajax''s wounds.


    However, a hand grasped his shoulder, startling him back.


    Samael''s firm grip remained tight, as he said.


    "Bring... me the corpse," he said.


    The doctor''s face paled. They didn''t even touch it in fear that it was alive, but if their saviours asked them, what could they do?


    The doctor jerked his head back and screamed. "G-Get the c-corpse of the abomination here. Now!"


    The villagers looked at each other as they pointed fingers, but eventually dragged the limp body of Antrax towards Samael.


    The doctor helped the boy stand up, tending to him as he fought the urge to run in fear.


    Samael''s gaze locked at Antrax as he uttered.


    "Devour..."


    Antrax''s corpse liquified as it turned into nothing but dark matter. Leaving nothing in its wake. An onyx-dark sphere hovered inches above Samael''s palms. Eventually merging with his skin.


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 CH29-A diary.

    The warm glow of the morning sun peeked inside a wooden cabin where a lone figure sat in silence. The soft rythm of the wind wafting through his disheveled dark hair.


    He was covered in bandages as he leaned back, his gaze peering into the unknown.


    It has been 3 weeks since the tragedy of Irvel village. The news of a saint class abomination appearing has already reached far and wide, gathering the attention of many.


    Of course Samael and Ajax''s role in the survival of the remote village didn''t go unnoticed.


    Samael woke up just a few days ago after going into a short coma. However, Ajax still remains sleeping.


    His wounds were far more fatal than he sustained especially after fighting Antrax for hours on end. What''s even more surprising was how Ajax fought even with his Ethos completely depleted.


    No one knows when he will wake up, but Samael believes he will. Ajax isn''t the kind of man who will laze around if he can help it.


    Unfortunately, he himself is also unable to leave his chambers. The village doctor insisted he rests for a lot longer as his condition is still not fully healed.


    He had many questions lingering in his mind, but the doctor was patient enough to explain what happened after they fell unconscious.


    Apparently, a day or two after the fight, watchers from Erudicio made their way to Irvel village, providing support to the helpless people.


    That''s how the news spread and how their legends came to be, earning them the title...


    Ajax as "The Shadow Saint" and Samael as "The Grim hound" in respect to his mentors "Hound" title and his contribution to killing the undead Necrons.


    Another shocking news that struck him was that Irvel village won''t rebuild anymore. The people have decided to seek refuge within the sanctuaries to avoid such disasters from occuring once more.


    It was hard for them to come to terms with such decisions, but it was a necessary step they needed to take for survival.


    Especially after the death of Savant.


    Samael''s brows furrowed, his fist forming to a ball.


    They held a ceremony for Savant''s passing for 3 days and nights. They sang him their farewells and gave him the grandest send off they can muster. One he deserved for his bravery.


    They buried him in the middle of Irvel village where he spent the majority of his life. A place he can call home.


    Samael can''t help but feel frustrated that he couldn''t even attend his ceremony for the last time. That''s why he insisted and forced the doctor to take him to his grave where he also bid the old man a farewell.


    However, all these events unfolding did teach Samael a few things.


    It taught him that life is fleeting. But that is also another reason to cherish those you love and to always remember them in your heart.


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he shifted his gaze down, a pen nesting in his hands as he scribbled on a notebook.


    He has decided to write a diary. To record every events in his life in case his memory betrays him one day. But also as a way to honour those that changed his life forever.


    This way, they will not only remain alive in his heart but in his mind as well.


    The sound of scribbling reverberated in the room, bouncing off the wooden walls of the chamber and leaving trails of hushed echoes as Samael closed of the book.


    ***


    A week or so after Samael woke up, Ajax also started to regain his consciousness, causing a massive uproar within the watchers as they learn of Ajax''s ascension.


    This was a massive news for the organisation and humanity as a whole.


    It has been years since a human has ascended sainthood, a rank nigh implausible to reach for some. Yet, Ajax did so in the middle of a harrowing clash against a monster of said caliber and protecting the villagers of Irvel village at the same time. A feat unheard of in all human history.


    This only meant that humanity hasn''t lost yet. They''re still standing strong and pushing back even against all odds.


    This news ignited the hearts of many watchers and Knights alike. Not only that, but it lit the ember of hopes within the populace bringing a shed of light in their dark empty world.


    Ajax was an icon now, and so too is Samael.


    His accomplishments in the raid reached the ears of many, earning him praises and cheers. After all, he was youngest watcher in the entire history of the organization and the one to kill Antrax.


    At first, many thought that this information is fake, but after confirming it from the lips of the survivors themselves, they finally stopped underestimating Samael.


    However, the two watchers in said stories are completely unaware of this.


    Eventually, weeks passed by in a breeze as Samael and Ajax finally prepared to set off and leave.


    Their wounds are somewhat healed now. At least enough for them to return without much troubles.


    As Samael predicted, Ajax chose the efficient route of returning as fast as they can and getting back into the field.


    Oddly enough, the man was rather enthusiastic. A behaviour he didn''t expect to see from someone like Ajax.


    Is he rushing because he wants to test his limits once more? Samael wondered as he packed his mundane items securely within his bag.


    Afterwards, he sat down with a resounding sigh as he summoned the codex. His visage bathing under the unrelenting assault of the Codex panels.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Condition for multiple-tier elevation was met. Proceed to increase the tier?


    Yes or no?</td>


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    Proceed Samael instructed.


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    Show me Samael commanded.


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    A wave of raw strength struck Samael by surprise, opting him to break the wooden frame of his bed as he tried to regain his balance.


    Shifting his gaze to his hands, Samael''s brows rose to an arch.


    "What the he¡ª" His words were abruptly cut off as another panel warped in front of him.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">[STATS]


    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void] [The Grim Hound]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Terminator


    Condition: Good, healthy, slightly wounded


    STATS


    STR: 90.7


    SPD/AGI: 90


    CONSTITUTION: 92.6


    SPIRIT: 93.7


    CHARM: 10


    ?SKILLS [+]</td>


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    Samael''s eyes widened, his breath hitching for a moment as he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.


    His stats took a leap! A massive leap!


    It was a solid increase of 66 points! A number so high it makes him feel a little nauseous.


    Standing up, his figure flew a few inches above ground, nearly hitting the ceiling of the wooden cabin.


    Relax Samael, relax... He thought as he took deep breaths.


    After a while, Samael regained his composure as he delicately sat down on the ground.


    He was still in disbelief by how much points his stats went up, but considering how much trouble and pain they went through to slay a saint, maybe it wasn''t that unreasonable after all.


    A grin tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips as he commanded the Codex to show him the pent up notifications.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">New title received: [The Grim Hound] </td>


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    Oh? I got a title? But how? He wondered.


    Getting a title has been a rather complicated topic for him to understand. He doesn''t know the prerequisites to get one or what they are to begin with. As far as he knows, they give him effects that help him in his journey. Nonetheless, he was happy to receive another one.


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    Samael winced as he closed his eyes tight, his jaw clenching hard as he felt as though he was flashed by a blinding light.


    After a few minutes, Samael finally adjusted to the sudden changes as he opened his eyes only to wince in pain again.


    The world felt brighter and more vivid. He felt sensitive to how the wind flows, how the dust stirred and feel as though he can taste the air. An odd but familiar feeling.


    He has experienced this before when he underwent evolutionary changes.


    Codex, show me the title effects He thought.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">[The Grim Hound]


    -A hunter of death.


    EFFECTS


    ?Increases effectivity of Fear attacks and passives.


    ?Heightens your 5 basic senses. </td>


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    "I knew it..." Samael muttered under his breath.


    Samael''s grin widened even more as he read the contents of the panel. He used too think that his senses was a curse when he was a child, but after going through so many hurdles, he realized that it''s a gift. Of course he''ll feel pleased as it gets even stronger.


    He''ll probably face far stronger opponents in the future, having sharp reliable senses will increase his chances of survival.


    Not to mention, but the Grim hound title also increases the passive effect of his weapon: Crimson Raven.


    In his battles, he realized that some creatures can have some form of resistance against the fear effect, so having such features is a great addition to his arsenal.


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    Is there anything else? Samael asked the Codex.


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    Void: Tier 2 Mark 0


    Control: Tier 0 Mark 0


    -Marker: 58/60


    Quantity: Tier 0 Mark 0


    -Marker: 56/60


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    So that skill came out because I went up by 2 tiers during the fight? Samael thought.


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    [Void Cleave]


    Allows the user to eject a blade composed of Void matter capable of slashing through enemies.


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    Neat Samael thought.


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    Pre requisite conditions met! The Codex has detected the host has reached Tier 5 in Race meter. Evolutionary changes available.


    Proceed? Yes or No?


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    Samael''s brows furrowed as he read the letters written on the hovering blue pannel, a smudge of confusion lingering in his eyes.


    Evolutionary changes? Is it similar to how he changed during his race change?


    Before that, what are the pre requisites to obtaining an evolutionary upgrade? Samael asked.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Upon reaching tier 5 and 10, the host will obtain a chance to undergo an evolution where he will obtain random minor evolutionary changes. However, every mark will give the host a major evolutionary change. </td>


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    I see... Is there any difference between the two? Samael thought.


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Minor evolutionary changes are genetic and comes with you being part of a race. But Major evolutionary changes come directly from the Void due to you being its heir. Both of these can be passed down to your kin. </td>


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    If that''s the case, then commence He commanded.


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    Command received. Commencing evolutionary upgrade...


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Due to unique Void Lineage and being the first of your kind, changes will take place. </td>


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">Host detected as: Primogenitor. New title received: [Void Primogenitor] </td>


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    [Void Primogenitor]


    -The father and the first of the Void spawns.


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    -Your evolutionary traits are far more potent than those that come after you


    -Your potential is unbound.


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    Samael gasped as he felt a wave of heat envelope his entirety, consuming him in a matter of seconds as it grew hotter inch by inch.


    His figure sprawled in the ground as he lost his strength in a flash, his breathing disheveled as beads of sweat drenched his back.


    Then came the pain.


    A sharp pang of pain drilled through Samael''s entirety as he flailed around in agony.


    Seconds felt like an eternity.


    As Samael''s consciousness dimmed, the pain gradually faded away. Leaving no trace of its existence.


    What''s left was the sole panel hovering in front of Samael.


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    [Regeneration]


    Allows the user to heal damage done by consuming Essence. However, regeneration speed highly depends on hosts mastery of Void element.


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    A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips. Would it always be that painful when he goes through evolution? Not to mention, but he gained another title that is confusing on its own.


    Still, Samael can''t help but question what''s so special on his Regeneration compared to Ajax and Antrax''s healing?


    Both of them could heal and the latter can even go as far as regrow a new pair of arms. So what makes him different?


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    <td style="width: 95.7181%">The difference between the hosts skill and their skill is that their skill can only heal physical damage and not Soul damage or mental damage. Not only that but threshold. The hosts Regeneration allows him to regenerate as long as he has a single cell remaining. However, their regeneration can only heal as long as the user hasn''t sustained a mortal wound capable of killing them on the spot. </td>


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    Understood Samael thought. He felt as though he offended the Codex by questioning it.


    Nonetheless, this was a massive leap of strength for him. It was still a pretty joyous occasion.


    Samael''s ears perked up as he heard footsteps approaching his cabin. It was an odd sensation to hear so far and so precisely.


    Samael rose to his feet, slung his bag behind him and opened the door, startling Lize who volunteered to help Irvel village.


    "I¡ª You! Don''t do that!" She screamed, her cheeks tinted red.


    Clearing her throat she said. "Anyways, Ajax has been looking for you. Also, good luck on your journey back." Before she left.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the direction of the village for the last time before walking away.


    His footsteps left trails of echo as he bid his farewells to the village.


    ***


    Hours and days would pass by in a breeze, eventually weeks would go by unnoticed. All those time, Samael would tirelessly write on his diary. All his experiences and his hurdles, all the good times and the dire times.


    ...


    Today marks the day I turn 9. A whole year after the day I escaped from my captors. Me and Ajax stopped by an inn to eat. But watchers would always approach us because of all the stories going around. Upon coming back a few months ago, I was surprised by the amount of people who have heard of our battle. I also learned where the title Grim Hound came about. Needless to say, it''s a rather tiresome thing. I''ve also understood better the effect of my regeneration skill as I healed faster than Ajax did. The look of confusion in his eyes is a sight I will never forget.


    ...


    Today marks the arrival of winter. The winds have been chilly and we have been stacking on goods. Recently we fought a beast tall as a tree. Unfortunately, Ajax dealt the final blow so I was unable to claim its essence. Nonetheless, it was a good way to further improve my abilities. However, I did earn a lot of Essence on our travels as Ajax chose a rather brutal method to train me even more. Due to this, I recently climbed to Tier 8, gained new skills and honed my other abilities. Ajax has also started giving me combat lessons as the sun dips over the horizon.


    ...


    Me and Ajax are currently residing in a cave underneath an abandoned temple. It has been days since we''ve started tracking down a beast pestering a nearby town. Ajax has taught me a lot regarding tracking so he left me to solve this job. There have been mistakes every now and then, but Ajax was quick to correct me. I have also learned new skills from my element and even went a Mark up. It gave me a minor evolution called: Void charge. An ability that allows me to save Void essence and use it whenever I wish. And a major evolutionary trait called: Void mark. This trait etched a mark on my right hand, a mark I know very well. A skull with three eyes. The Codex said that upon activating the mark, I will gain a boost in my overall strength, allow me to control my Void element better, lessen my essence consummation and even the purity of my Void element. It''s also Evolvable! What a steal.


    ...


    Today marks my 12th birthday. Some say I''m nearing the steps of adulthood. Well, they''re not exactly wrong. It''s fall soon, and the falling leaves remind me of the days me and Lilith spent together. I wonder how she is? How much she''s changed? Will I be able to see her soon? All these questions sometimes keep me company in the times I take watch. Maybe one day... But until then, I have to focus on getting even better. There''s unrest in the air. I could feel tension rising by the moment. Something is changing and I must brace for the worst.


    ...


    This year, the abominations running amok have been rather active. The war has intensified to a certain extent, but the watchers are steadily pushing back. With all the quests flowing in akin to rivers, and my tracking training coming to a complete, Ajax has allowed me to take a few quests on my own. The tracking training hasn''t been easy, I know I still have a lot to learn but I''m able to follow trails, discern the enemies movements and even go as far as avoid them completely. I still remember the first time I asked Ajax to teach me this skill, now I can do it although not easily, I can still do it nonetheless.


    ...


    Today the war has taken another notch up. Casualties are as common as the falling leaves in fall. Tension and dread can be felt in the air. The usual smiles of the mundane folk has long vanished under the dark circles under their eyes. No one knows what caused the abominations to attack and raid the sanctuaries, but the watchers are full at hand. I have been taking quests nonstop earning a steady flow of essence as I battle opponents one after the other. I have written a book full of information about the enemies I have encountered in my journey all this time and it appears it won''t slow down anytime soon. I have recently step foot on the Larvae rank and got an ability called Astral pressure. Ajax has been nagging me to train it so my time became even deeper than it already is.


    ...


    I haven''t been in sanctuaries for a long time now. I have spent months, even years outside their safe walls, in front of harrowing dangers. Me and Ajax have banded together once more as we faced opponents and test our limits. I have learned many things in my travel. I have gained many valuable experiences and met a few people along the way. One is a professor within the Sanctuaries that brought my service. How? Well, he yearned for information regarding abominations and that is something I''m rich with.


    ...


    Scribbling noises lingered in the wind as Samael''s hand darted back and forth.


    Today me and Ajax are resting within the mountains. We''ve been actively tracking an abomination around the rank of Ascended. A beast usually watchers of the Emerald rank above are permitted to hunt. But due to Ajax being my mentor, I''m able to take this mission as well. Oh yeah, I''ve also recently reached the rank of Gold within the guild. I''ve built a reputation now, not that I asked for it¡ª


    Samael''s hand came to an abrupt halt as he speared a glance ahead, his reddish pupils peering forward.


    Ajax remained unmoving, but his hand quietly nested on the hilt of his blade.


    "Samael," He uttered.


    Samael gave a stiff nod, Void matter coating his feet as his figure turned to a blur


    From the bushes, a towering beast standing on all fours darted forward, it resembled a giant crab as it spewed acid, burning away at its surroundings.


    It opened its maw wide¡ª A dark figure zoomed past the abomination, tearing its jaw in the process.


    The creature bellowed in agony as it clawed its skin in an attempt to stop the corrosion burning away at its flesh.


    But Samael wasn''t done yet.


    "Void Cleave," He muttered under his breath, a dark wave of Void matter soared forward as it cleanly severed one of the pinchers of the abomination.


    However, the Void matter continued on its march, tearing through layers of stone and wood before fading into the unknown.


    The beast roared as it flailed around in torment, its last remaining pincers swinging in a frenzy.


    Samael nimbly weaved around the attacks, dodging them with utter accuracy as he closed off the distance.


    The abomination saw this and spewed neon green acid towards his direction, the scent of sulfur permeating in the air.


    Unfazed, Samael''s voice reverberated in the air. "Void latch,"


    Elongated Void protrusions shot forward, latching unto the abomination as the Void sling seared through its skin, corroding the flesh underneath.


    Using the latch, Samael pulled himself towards the beast, propelling himself with speed far beyond what the human eyes can perceive.


    This skill was highly inspired by his mentors ability that he saw during their fight with Antrax years ago.


    Samael''s figure flew high in the heavens, his axe Crimson Raven nesting in his palms as he casted another Void cleave, killing the beast in one fell swoop.


    It''s body went limp as it fell down with a thunderous boom, stirring the dust as it liquified leaving behind a black sphere of Void essence.


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    All those time, the Codex has finally learned to passively absorb the Void essence of those he slay saving him a lot of trouble.


    Samael fell down with a soft thud as he approached Ajax standing by the side.


    The man clad in steel spoke. "What a wonderful 16th birthday gift."


    Samael shook his head. "Was that a joke Ajax? You really need to learn to fix your bad humour."


    The man kept silent as he watched Samael.


    "You''ve grown a lot since we first met. I didn''t expect you''d survive this long," He mentioned.


    Samael frowned upon the man as he said. "Well, too bad you''re stuck with me." A chuckle escaped his lips.


    "But still, aren''t these abominations too easy to kill?" he asked.


    Ajax went silent for a moment as he replied. "These crabs aren''t that strong, but their armors are tough. If it weren''t for your element, this would''ve taken longer. But instead, we already finished the quota of hunting all 12 of them running amok."


    Ajax remained unfazed as he stormed off. A very Ajax thing to do.


    "Your footwork has improved greatly. At this rate, you should master it in no time," Ajax mentioned as he took out a piece of parchment paper.


    "Our work here is done. This was also the last quest on our list," Ajax said.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the man. "...Which means we''re going back?"


    Ajax speared a glance ahead. "Yeah, it''s been a while, huh?"


    A small smile tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips as he replied.


    "Yeah, it''s been a while."

 CH30-A prophecy

    A small smile tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips as he speared a glance ahead, far towards the towering silver walls of Erudicio. A sanctuary he hasn''t seen in a very long time.


    Looking back, the last eight years of his travels had been filled with dangers and fruitful encounters.


    He was constantly fighting, but it was also because of that that he managed to get this far.


    Samael lightly shook his head. He still remembers how happy he was when he first saw that he had skills. Yet now his arsenal has enough to take down foes he thought he could never defeat, even in his wildest dreams.


    Still, it was quite annoying having to bust his ass just to gather enough essence to raise his tier by one. Who knew that the Codex would steadily increase the amount needed, going as far as reaching hundreds of thousands for a single tier?


    Nonetheless, he was still thankful to the system for helping him out. Luckily, the amount he needed would reset every mark.


    The duo''s footsteps left trails of echoes as they slowly approached the gleaming walls of Erudicio, where two individuals adorned in silver armor stood behind the safety of its towers. In their hands are nested bows capable of inflicting severe damage on those foolish enough to trespass their boundaries.


    Noticing the two silhouettes in the distance, one of the sentries came forward and roared. "WHO GOES THERE?"


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he raised his hand above his head. Ajax remained idle as he marched forward unhindered.


    Samael couldn''t help but shake his head as he replied. "We''re not hostiles!"


    The two sentry guards exchanged looks as one of them spoke again.


    "HOW CAN WE BE SURE YOU''RE NOT ONE OF THOSE DEMONIC ABOMINATIONS?!"


    A frown crept its way towards Samael''s visage, his eyes slowly darting back and forth.


    The once lush green plain surrounding Erudicio has now withered. What was left was the putrid stench of rot and blood staining the earth.


    While he has survived all these years, the same does not apply to everyone.


    About four years ago, a shift in the behavior of the abominations shook the entirety of Ergo.


    There were whispers and rumors spreading about the shadows lurking in their periphery. This was further worsened by the sudden movements of the church.


    Nowadays, they''re as widespread as the watchers, as they actively participate in monster exterminations, relief goods distribution, and healing.


    Some may say this is an act of kindness, but truthfully, Samael does not trust them.


    No one expected nor was anybody prepared when the abominations struck the Sanctuaries one by one.


    Many villages fell. Entire families, cultures, and hopes are torn to shreds. The sudden wave of these monsters struck like lightning. Fast and unpredictable.


    Scared and left with no place to go, those that survived banded together as they flocked the walls of the sanctuaries in hope of solace.


    Yet not many made it close to its safe embrace.


    As far as Samael was informed, no one really knew who opted for this odd behavior.


    Due to this, the watchers have been stretched to their utmost limit. The sanctuary knights themselves were forced to send out their new recruits due to a lack of manpower.


    This brings up a question for Samael. Just how many young men and women have lost their lives out there?


    He himself had to leave for years due to the constant flow of quests he was given. He even had to depart with Ajax as the saint had more urgent matters the likes of Samael could not partake in.


    Samael fixed his gaze forward as he spoke. "My name is Samael, and I''m a watcher! I''m accompanied by another watcher named Ajax!"


    Slowly, Samael brought his hand down as he withdrew his watcher pendant. This is an irrefutable piece of evidence, as these necklaces are bound with runes that prevent abominations from stealing and using them.


    The two sentry guards fell silent for a brief moment before their murmurs danced in the air.


    "Those are indeed watchers pendants," the first sentry said.


    "Did he just say Samael and Ajax? As in The Shadow Saint and The Grim Hound...?" The first sentry''s companion asked.


    The two fell silent, their faces pale, as the man who spoke to Samael muttered.


    "Oh god, we just stopped a saint in his tracks."


    The second sentry facepalmed as he said. "Not just a saint. These two are practically legends. We''re so screwed."


    Samael expected this to happen. A resounding sigh escaped his lips as he spoke, luring the attention of the guards.


    "Don''t worry about us! No one will know of this! Just open the gates!" He said.


    The two sentry guards exchanged looks, their backs straightening as they ran off to open the gates.


    Metallic clicking sounds reverberated behind the steel gates as they slowly formed a gap for the two to enter.


    The two guards apologized for the last time before they vanished from Samael''s vision.


    Samael took a sharp breath as he wore the hood of his cloak, lest he attract unwanted troubles.


    Ever since their battle in Irvel village eight years ago, Samael and Ajax have had stories of their endeavors spread around.


    Eventually, many found themselves fascinated by the heroic tale of the Grim Hound and the Shadow Saint.


    The craze regarding the two got even worse as they cleared one quest after the other. Earning even more praise and reputation.


    At first, Samael was able to ward off the unnecessary attention by hiding his name, but people soon adapted, and just by looking at him, they would know who he was.


    However, it does come handy from time to time.


    Samael and Ajax wandered about as they made their way towards the guild.


    Samael''s gaze drifted around the populace, his brows furrowed tight.


    Everything''s changed, or rather, everything has worsened.


    The mask the mundane people wore has long been destroyed. The laughter and bartering have been silenced by the suffocating tension hanging in the air.


    The air was stale, and the atmosphere was grim. Poverty was at an all-time low as most of their trade routes were overrun by creatures of unknown horrors.


    The once-mighty towers guarding the civilians are now mounted with artillery to ward off flying abominations.


    The citizens were walking on thin ice.


    They''re not safe inside or outside. But do they really have a choice? In this world, the weak are stripped of the privilege to choose how they die.


    Samael clenched his jaw as he went forward with steady steps.


    He felt pity for them. But pity alone does nothing.


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    Samael''s brows rose to an arch as Ajax halted his steps midway.


    A smudge of confusion lingered in his eyes as he asked. "What are you¡ª?"


    Samael''s eyes widened as he watched the pebbles on the ground rattle along with the faint tremor under his soles.


    "This..." Samael jerked his head back towards the gate as he uttered.


    "Void Compass."


    A faint shift in the air can be felt as a transparent veil of energy gushed out of Samael''s vessel, swiftly encompassing his surroundings in its embrace.


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    Allows the host to mend Void matter with his astral pressure, enabling his senses to be further enhanced.


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    Fortunately, the gate was well within his reach.


    Samael shut his eyes off, his senses fixated on the findings of his Void compass.


    Samael could feel multiple presences situated within the wall. Although he''s unsure, he concluded they were gathering towards the front.


    Are those the sentries? He wondered.


    Reaching even farther than the wall, Samael could feel a shift in the atmosphere, energy, and air.


    Are we under attack? He wondered, his brows furrowed.


    As though a sick joke, the loud metallic alarm of the bells reverberated in the air, signaling yet another raid.


    The citizens paled as screams wafted in the air. With fear taking root deep in their hearts, chaos was bound to follow.


    The mundane folks came to a frenzy as they ran for cover, uncaring for the people they hit or clashed with.


    Those who have nowhere to go¡ªkids who were left alone¡ªhad no choice but to cry, their begs for help silenced by the grating sounds of the bell.


    Samael''s hands shook under his grueling grip, his hood trembling as he watched the people give in to despair.


    They were supposed to pass by unnoticed...


    "Fuck this," Samael scowled.


    Ajax tilted his head toward Samael as he spoke. "Samael."


    Samael raised his hand as the space in front of him warped, a lone dark handle jutting out as he grasped it tight.


    "I know," Samael replied as he withdrew Crimson Raven from the Codex. His hand emanated a soft purple glow as he muttered.


    "Void Augmentation."


    The soft purple glow grew bright for a moment as it faded into the unknown, revealing Samael''s entire forearm and hands stained black as Void matter coated its entirety.


    Before, he could only augment himself as dark smoke gushed out of his body. But he''s changed. Now, he can solidify Void Matter with little to no effort, not only enhancing himself but his defense as well.


    Samael''s soles morphed black as his figure zoomed upwards, shattering the ground as he took the invading aerial abominations and the sentries by surprise.


    The guards halted their steps as they briefly saw Samael''s figure leap upwards, jetting through the wind like an arrow. A single question lingering in their minds.


    Just how did he know that there were abominations coming from above?


    The creature was a sight to behold; it looked akin to a bat mushed together with an ant.


    However, it would take more than this to make Samael flinch.


    The abomination recoiled in surprise as it spotted Samael mere meters away from its face.


    In a panic, the beast rained down dozens of spikes in the direction of Samael.


    A smile crept its way to its hideous face. After all, no human can maneuver midair. However, the creature''s smile froze as Samael spoke.


    "Flock."


    The raven nesting at the butt spike of Crimson Raven glew red as Samael''s figure was torn to shreds, only to explode in a flock of dark birds swarming the abomination.


    The beast roared as it shot one spike after the other, only to miss each and every bullet.


    The ravens closed the distance in a flash as they banded together, taking the shape of Samael as they faded away.


    The beast flew back in a panic. However, it was too late.


    Crimson Raven flew forward, its sharp edges drilling into the scaly skin of the beast, long, elongated Void tendrils latching onto its handle as Samael muttered.


    "Void Latch."


    Samael''s figure darted forward as he pulled himself like a slingshot, breezing through the wind as he greeted the beast eye-to-eye.


    Void matter gushed out of Samael''s hands as he muttered. "Get over here!"


    "Null thrust."


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    A thunderous bang echoed in the air as Samael''s fist tore a hole through the head of the abomination, cleanly penetrating through the other side of its skull.


    Flesh, blood, and guts meander down his fist. Some staining his cheek.


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    The mundane folks watched in awe as the ginormous abomination plummeted down the ground in a thunderous explosion, stirring the dust in its wake.


    They stared in admiration as Samael''s figure took form from the thinning smoke, crimson raven in hand.


    Samael cast a sidelong glance as he muttered under his breath. "There''s one more?"


    He lowered his stance when Ajax''s voice reverberated in the air.


    "This one''s mine."


    Samael shifted his gaze back as Ajax leaped upwards, dark, elongated tendrils jutting out of his back.


    On cue, another abomination similar to the one Samael slain surged forth, destroying one of the sentry guns as it shot spikes indiscriminately.


    Calm as the morning sun, the tendrils protruding out of Ajax''s back flew forward, latching onto the beast as they drilled through its skin.


    "Shadow parasite," Ajax said.


    The abomination released a bloodcurdling screech as its flesh warped in unnatural directions before bursting in a rain of blood.


    Its corpse spiraled in the air as it fell with a reckoning boom, shattering the stone road and sending chunks of earth dancing in the air.


    The people went idle, their gazes fixated on the abominations corpses lying in the ground.


    For a moment, there was nothing but pin-drop silence.


    Then came the cheers.


    WOOOOOOOOO!!!


    The citizens cheered in unison as they swarmed Samael and Ajax in a flash. Flames of admiration burned brightly behind their pupils, along with an emotion most of them have long lost¡ªhope.


    "Did you see that? They killed those monsters as though they were lambs in a slaughter!"


    "Mom! Look! They''re the heroes in the stories, right?"


    "It''s them! Oh God, it''s the real Grim Hound and Shadow Saint!"


    Samael slowly backed away, his hands raised forward, as waves of people swarmed them indiscriminately.


    However, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.


    Ajax, on the other hand, swiftly grabbed Samael as he delved through the shadows, hastily escaping the flock of citizens blocking their way.


    The two reappeared far from the scene, their armor marred crimson as the pungent stench of guts lingered in the air.


    "That''s one welcoming party," Samael sarcastically exclaimed as he wiped away the stains from his face.


    "Let''s move," Ajax said as he marched onward.


    A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he trailed close, leaving the scene behind.


    ***


    It didn''t take long for Samael and Ajax to find themselves in front of the guild. Unfortunately, hiding their identities was nigh impossible considering they''re drenched in the blood of their enemies.


    Nonetheless, Samael and Ajax wasted no time as they hurriedly barged inside the guild masters office.


    While they did come back for more quests, Samael was informed by Ajax himself that Icarius, the guild master, had summoned them.


    For what reasons? That remains to be seen.


    Ajax, being the man that he is, barged in without even knocking. Samael could only shrug since changing the man was akin to reviving the dead.


    Icarius''s chuckles bounced off the wooden walls of the room as he beckoned for Samael and Ajax to enter.


    "Don''t worry about it, boy; I''m already used to it," Icarius assured.


    Samael smiled wryly as he sat down across from the guild master.


    "The both of you caused quite the ruckus today, huh," Icarius pointed out.


    Samael''s brow rose. "News spread fast," he replied.


    Icarius glanced at the window. "Such ruckus isn''t bad every now and then," he muttered under his breath.


    Ajax shifted in his seat, his monotone voice reverberating in the room.


    "Why did you summon us?" He asked.


    Icarius speared a glance towards them. "I have a quest for both of you."


    Samael''s brows furrowed, a smudge of confusion dancing in his pupils.


    Unable to tame his curiosity, he asked. "A quest? What kind?"


    For the guild master himself to give the quest personally... Just what type of commission is it?


    Icarius snapped his fingers once as a torrent of energy shrouded the room, blocking away any noises they may make.


    "As you all know, the war has escalated gravely. The losses we have accumulated far outweigh the victories we have gained. Men, women, and children are dying on a daily basis." Icarius''s grip tightened along with the sound of creaking wood.


    "Our trade routes are blocked, we are low on food, and our stock might not last much longer," he resumed.


    Ajax leaned forward, luring the attention of Icarius.


    "Are you tasking us to clear the trade routes?" he asked.


    Icarius shook his head.


    "That and something more. This quest far surpasses monster hunting," he replied.


    "If you two don''t know, about a year or two before the escalation of the war, there have been rumors about a prophecy stating, "In the radiant embrace of the benevolent light, they shall find solace in their slumber," he recited.


    Icarius tapped his finger on the desk as he resumed. "I want the two of you to go and investigate the trade routes and gather evidence about what caused all this mess."


    Samael fixed his gaze on the guild master. "You suspect that the church has something to do with all this?"


    Icarius glanced at Samael as he replied.


    "At this point, do we really have any choice?"


    Samael fell silent. They have no leads whatsoever as to why the abominations are acting this way.


    Not many would dare venture out there, even if they''re promised their weight in gold.


    Samael knows that he and Ajax are the only ones the guild master is willing to assign for this voyage. Not only are the two of them prominent trackers, but they also harbor his solid trust.


    Not to mention...


    Samael''s gaze shifted towards the window, where the once lively streets are now as empty as the ruins buried in time.


    Samael never considered himself a savior or a hero. He never really trusted anyone easily in the past eight years he was out in the wild.


    But he knows very well the feeling of despair and that unyielding hunger. He knows the sleepless nights they can induce and the searing pain thirst can invoke.


    He knows very well the fear of knowing you may perish any second you exist and the frustration because of your inability to change your fate.


    However, he has the power now. He has the capability to make a change. Even if it''s feeble,


    He does not need to be a hero or some sort of savior. But he will do what he does best.


    Kill.

 CH31-A "friendly" clash.

    Samael and Ajax sat inside a wooden room, accompanied by a simple wooden desk and a lamp.


    Ajax placed down a brownish piece of parchment paper; it was a map of Ergo. It bore the usual sanctuaries and the malevolent mountains on the other side of the map, except there were parts encircled, each scattered at random.


    "These are the trade routes?" Samael asked, his voice bouncing off the wooden confines of the room.


    Ajax gave a stiff nod.


    "These are the three primary trade routes leading to Erudicio, which were overrun by abominations a while back," Ajax said.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he asked. "Are these really the only spots we need to take care of?"


    Ajax''s visor perked up. "No, but these are the ones we have to tend to as fast as we can."


    His steel gauntlet hovered centimetres above the brownish parchment paper, his voice leaving trails of echoes in the air.


    "There are many minor trade routes leading to Erudicio, but those will be taken care of by the other available watchers," Ajax resumed.


    "Our first and foremost priority is to secure this route." Ajax''s finger hovered near Tera, the city of agriculture.


    "This is the route that supplies most of the food to Erudicio. The path lies beyond the Tirnu river," Ajax explained in detail.


    "The next route we''ll strike is this," Ajax said, pointing to the encircled road near Servan Sanctuary, the city of warriors.


    "We''ll have to re-establish and fortify our defences, and having been cut off from one of our strongest sanctuary weakened us greatly," Ajax said.


    Samael leaned forward as he asked. "If Servan is the city of warriors, why haven''t they cleared the routes themselves? Or at least secure the road from Erudicio to Servan."


    Ajax fell silent for a moment before replying. "It''s not that they won''t, but rather they can''t. The Servan Sanctuary does in fact hold the most watchers, but due to that, it''s also their task to fight in the front lines and act as the first line of defence."


    "I see..." Samael muttered.


    Ajax tapped his fingers on the table, luring Samael''s attention towards the third and final route.


    "This is the last route. It leads towards the city hidden in the mountain, the sanctuary of Oros," Ajax said.


    "Oros is humanity''s final stand in case all else fails. It''s a bunker built to protect what remains if all other sanctuaries are overrun. Seeing our situation isn''t so dire, we may delay its clearing for a while," Ajax explained.


    Samael fell silent for a moment before giving a stiff nod.


    "Still, why are we clearing the routes near the other two sanctuaries? Don''t they also possess watchers to protect them?" Samael asked. It''s not that he didn''t want to fight, but rather, it confuses him why the other strongholds chooses not to.


    "Indeed, they do possess fighters of great calibre, but it''s their circumstances that forbid them from moving," Ajax said.


    "Tera is a sanctuary dedicated to producing and delivering necessary goods to neighbouring cities; should it divert its attention, it may lack the manpower to sustain that flow of food and even put the sanctuary in a challenging position, seeing they have only enough warriors to defend their walls," Ajax pointed out.


    "Oros, on the other hand, is a city that lies behind the Chitiri Mountains, a terrain not suited for continuous travel. Convoys and armies won''t be able to pass by with ease, much less fight abominations when their sole focus should be to strengthen the Gula line. A hidden road only to be used when all is lost," Ajax continued.


    Samael''s gaze shifted towards Ajax as he asked. "If all the sanctuaries have their own respective jobs, then what does Erudicio, the sanctuary of silver, do?"


    Ajax leaned back as he replied.


    "Erudicio, the city of silver, is tasked with gathering, utilising, and spreading vital information to win the war. Not only that, but the main headquarters of the Watchers reside here; thus, we''re given the task of monster hunting. We ensure that any abomination that gets past Servan is neutralised and to keep the major routes safe," he explained.


    "That explains the absurd amount of quests flowing our way," Samael said.


    "So what''s our plan?" he asked.


    Ajax fell silent for a moment, lost deep in his thoughts, before he gave a reply.


    "The route near Tera is referred to as the Georgo road. It may take us a month or two if we go by foot and three weeks at best if we go by horses," Ajax stated.


    "The plan is simple: we go to Georgo Road, scout the situation, and make preparations for the extermination. The only information we have regarding the situation is that the abominations are highly agile. There''s also the presence of an ice wall blocking the path, which caused all the blockage in the first place," Ajax recalled.


    "Do we know the exact or estimated number of enemies?" Samael asked.


    Ajax shook his head. "No, all we know is they''re numerous and move in waves. That entails that these animations are either a pack or a hive. Nonetheless, dealing with both can be annoying."


    A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips. He has spent years outside Erudicio and has fought his fair share of Hive and Pack-type enemies.


    Both of which have common similarities and differences.


    Packs and hives tend to move by the order of a higher being, a leader, one may say. Due to this, their actions are highly strategic and coordinated, ramping up the difficulty of extermination by a huge margin.


    However, the term packs is for abominations who banded together and have a hierarchy in effect. While hives are for abominations of the same kind in which everyone is considered of the same stature except the leader,


    He nearly lost an arm fighting a pack once. Even Ajax doesn''t like dealing with them, as they prove to be an annoying foe.


    "When do we depart?" Samael asked.


    "As soon as we can," Ajax replied as he rose from his seat.


    "You have a day to prepare, then we go," he resumed. However, he briefly halted his steps in front of the door.


    "Also, Icarius told me that he wants to meet you in the back of the guild," he stated before storming off.


    ***


    Samael''s footsteps left trails of echo as he made his way towards the empty halls of the guild.


    There have been plenty renovations made to the buildings since he was gone. Most of the walls are now reinforced with ura stone, a substance capable of tanking massive hits.


    The guild was far larger now compared to when he first came here. Icarius spent quite a fortune seeing how Samael nearly lost his way thrice.


    Still, the long halls were as empty as the streets of Erudicio. It gave quite the lonesome atmosphere.


    Eventually, Samael found himself in front of an oak door. Behind stood Icarius, bathing under the warm glow of the morning sun, the gentle breeze of the wind wafting through his white, finely combed hair.


    "It seems Ajax got my message across," Icarius said.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch.


    "Why did you call me guild master?" Samael asked.


    "Well, it''s nothing much," Icarius muttered as he cast a sidelong glance.


    "I heard you got stronger in the last eight years of your voyage. So I summoned you to test how far you''ve really gotten," he said.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down.


    "Come at me, boy, there are no rules¡ª" Icarius''s words were cut short as Samael''s figure appeared mere inches from his face.


    A thunderous bang whipped in the air, along with a shockwave resonating through the ground.


    Samael''s eyes widened, his fist locked in place by Icarius''s palms, adorned in a silver gauntlet.


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    When did he wear a gauntlet? Samael asked himself. He could''ve sworn Icarius wore nothing but his usual clothes.


    A light chuckle escaped Icarius lips as he loosened his grip, allowing Samael to retrieve his fist.


    "Well, what did I expect? You''re like your mentor. Fast and unpredictable," he said.


    "Unfortunately, I know him too well to be taken by surprise," he added.


    Icarius''s gaze shifted to his palm, its silver surface charred black as the dark matter slowly devoured through the metal.


    "Still, you did quite the damage," he pointed out.


    Samael whipped his arm back as the space in front of him distorted, giving way for Crimson Raven.


    Red miasma gushed out of its buttspike, spreading like a plague.


    "Oh, a fear enhancement?" Icarius exclaimed in amusement.


    "Still, it won''t work so easily," he resumed.


    Samael lowered his stance, Crimson Raven''s augmented form nesting on his shoulders as his soles morphed black.


    Icarius''s eyes narrowed as he muttered. "Interesting..."


    "Void flow," Samael muttered under his breath.


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    Samael felt a wave of power resonate within him; his body felt lighter than ever, as though he could feel every fibre of muscle in his vessel.


    His senses sharpened as his Void compass gushed out, shrouding the courtyard within seconds.


    He could feel the shift in the air, the scent of metal dancing with the wind, and Icarius''s presence a few metres away from him.


    Samael''s eyes widened, his brows arching upward.


    "What the hell?" He muttered, his gaze fixed ahead.


    Icarius''s presence was submerged in an unbelievable amount of essence; it almost felt suffocating.


    Just how strong is he? Samael thought in disbelief.


    Usually, the energy shrouding someone else''s presence is nothing but a leak. These are residues they cannot contain anymore. And to think Icarius has this much...


    Samael shuddered at the thought of the guild master unleashing his full power.


    If that''s the case, then I can''t hold back, can''t I? He thought.


    Samael raised his hand forward, a single mark nesting in the back of his palm. One that represents his power greatly.


    A skull with three eyes.


    A slight frown marred Icarius''s visage as he laid eyes upon the engraving, an odd sense of dread lightly caressing his heart as it faded into the unknown.


    Samael''s hand balled to a fist, the mark etched in the back of his palm emanating a soft purple glow as it stemmed out, etching lines on his skin and encasing his entire forearm.


    The faint glow flickered before fading away, leaving nothing but the black engravings along with the newfound wave of strength resonating within him.


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    A major evolutionary trait. It''s the mark bearing the unyielding Insignia of the Void. Upon activation, the mark will enhance the physical capabilities of the user, strengthen his control and the purity of his Void element, and lessen Essence consumption.


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    Icarius massaged his white beard in curiosity. He has never witnessed such an element before.


    "Is it darkness? Or perhaps shadow, similar to Ajax?" He muttered under his breath.


    However, it wasn''t over yet. If Samael wanted to win, he knew he had to end the fight fast. Thus, he''ll use everything, even if it burns through his essence with no remorse.


    Samael''s eyes jolted open, his pupils swirling akin to a spiral vortex, albeit faintly.


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    [All seeing eyes]


    A major evolutionary trait. Bestowed by the Void itself, it''s the eye that encompasses all. The very watchful gaze of the abyss. Allows the host to see what is not usually seen. May inflict status effect [Primal fear].


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    Samael''s vision sharpened greatly; things appeared slower compared to what mundane humans may perceive. Not only that, but Samael could perceive, although barely, the life aura of Icarius.


    Samael has no idea what life aura is. However, the system has told him that Life aura is the presence of one''s soul and life. A unique signature every being with a soul possesses.


    Now, all his preparations are complete.


    Samael''s figure turned to a blur, his blade humming in the air as it descended with inhuman speed.


    Icarius''s eyes widened as specks of lightning coursed through his skin, his figure weaving to the side in the blink of an eye.


    Samael''s jaw dropped after witnessing Icarius''s speed as he plummet down the ground. Icarius himself had his mouth agape after realising what he had just done.


    "You forced me to use some of my speed...?" he asked in disbelief.


    Samael''s forehead creased, his thoughts running wild. Some? He wasn''t even using all his speed, and I couldn''t even follow him!


    Samael''s ears perked up as a light chuckle lingered in the air, slowly erupting into a frenzy.


    "Hahaha! How amusing! Come boy! Let''s see what you''re made of!" Icarius roared, a wide smile plastered on his face.


    Samael''s gaze remained fixed for a moment, his lips quivering as they formed a grin.


    "Then here I come!" He roared back, his foot thrusting forward, tearing large chunks of earth back as he zoomed ahead.


    Icarius opened his arm, welcoming Samael with all his glory.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down as he saw a slight disturbance in Icarius''s life aura along with the shift of the energy in the wind.


    He''s using a skill! Samael concluded as he took an abrupt halt. It didn''t take long before Icarius''s voice echoed in the air.


    "Thunder tempo."


    Samael recoiled back as waves of lightning lashed forward, akin to a whip crackling in the air, decimating everything in its path.


    Samael jerked his arm ahead as he muttered.


    "Void Aegis."


    A dark, solidified sphere of Void matter burst forward, steadfastly tanking the waves of lightning raining down.


    However, Samael''s jaw clenched as he felt the prickling sensation on his left shoulder, a warning sent by his Void compass that he could not ignore.


    Samael planted his foot back as he tipped his body sideways.


    A tendril of lightning breezed mere inches from him as it struck to the ground in a thunderous explosion.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he dove down, Icarius''s leg brushing above him.


    Wasting no time, Samael countered.


    "Discharge!"


    The Void Aegis gleamed purple for a moment as a wave of violent energy surged forth, knocking Icarius a few metres back.


    The guild master soared in the air before landing unfazed.


    "Good, boy!" He said.


    Samael rose to his feet, his hand nesting on his side as he uttered.


    "Hover blades."


    Pitch black energy surged out of Samael''s hand as they solidified, taking the shape of three Void daggers hovering inches from his arm.


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    Unfazed, Icarius shot forward, leaving trails of lightning in his path.


    "Inu."


    Samael''s Void compass roared in warning as huge amounts of electrical energy flocked together, resembling that of a dog as it charged forward with utter ferocity.


    Samael braced himself, startling Icarius as he watched the boy charge head-on, greeting the attack face-to-face.


    "What are you¡ª?!" Icarius''s words were cut short as an ear-shattering explosion shook the earth along with the blinding ray of light brought by the thunder dog.


    A lone bead of sweat meandered down Icarius''s forehead as the dust settled, his gaze fixated on the dust cloud left by the clash.


    Icarius''s eyes widened as he jerked his head back, a black dagger grazing his cheek.


    "Mirage," Samael muttered under his breath.


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    Allows the host to form a clone similar to the caster. However, this clone cannot inflict harm or be touched.


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    "You¡ª!" Icarius abruptly halted as another dagger shot forward, aiming to lacerate his throat.


    He withdrew his arm forward, forming a makeshift shield, when Samael''s voice echoed in the air.


    "Void Bind."


    Crystallised Void chains latched to Icarius''s body, restricting his movements.


    The dagger inched closer by the second¡ªIcarius speared a glance ahead and said


    "Naga."


    Samael flinched as he witnessed Icarius''s life aura spike. It didn''t take long for his Void Compass to scream one thing.


    RUN!


    Samael thrust his foot on the ground, his figure dashing back as Icarius glew as though he were a beacon of light, knocking away the chains and dagger holding him in place.


    Wild whips of lightning swirled in the air, mending together to form a dragon descending with unfaltering rage.


    The whole guild saw the spectacle as the lightning dragon glew bright, casting shadows on its wake.


    Samael felt his blood run cold as the beast plummeted down.


    However, he smiled as he charged forward, his heart drumming loudly.


    Samael threw a slash forward.


    "Void Cleave," he roared as a wave of Void matter struck the lightning dragon, tearing it in half.


    Unfortunately, it wasn''t enough.


    The dragon continued its descent, sending harrowing shockwaves throughout the courtyard.


    But Samael wasn''t finished either.


    "Void palm," he said.


    A ginormous palm composed of Void matter shot forward, clashing with the lightning dragon in a thunderous explosion.


    A resounding groan escaped Samael''s lips as he strained to push the Void''s palm forward.


    "It''s over, boy," Icarius said.


    Samael''s eyes widened as a blinding flash engulfed his entire being. The incandescent glow swept far, luring the attention of citizens and guards alike.


    As the dust settled, what was left was Samael''s figure down on one knee, his armour torn and shredded along with the cracks marring his body.


    Yes, cracks.


    Like glass, fragmented pieces fell off of Samael''s skin, crumbling to nothing but dust as they faded into the unknown.


    Samael released a mouthful of air. If it weren''t for his Void skin ability, he would be twice as fucked as he already is.


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    A thin layer of solidified Void matter shrouds the entirety of the host, giving boosted defences and corrosion to those inflicting attacks.


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    What a mess, and he just brought this armour.


    "Did you really have to go that far?" Samael asked as he rose to his feet.


    "I knew that wouldn''t take you down. Besides, I didn''t use much Essence on those attacks," Icarius replied with a chuckle.


    "Does that answer your questions?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, thank you for your cooperation," Icarius answered.


    "Still, I can''t help but notice how awkward you move¡ªalmost as if you''re merely copying what others have taught you. If anything, the only thing I saw that really suited you was your stance," Icarius remarked.


    My fighting style? Samael asked himself.


    "What do you mean?" he asked, a smudge of confusion lingering in his eyes.


    Icarius fell silent for a moment before giving a reply.


    "I won''t tell you what you''re lacking, but rather it''ll be for you to discover. For now, all you need to know is that everyone fights on their own way," he said as he threw a black card towards Samael.


    "For now, I suggest you get yourself a new gear, one that doesn''t restrict your movements," he mentioned.


    "May your travels be safe," he said before leaving.


    Samael could only sigh as he made his way out, a storm of thoughts brewing in his mind.

 CH32-Alter Ego.

    After their clash, Samael went ahead to prepare for their voyage. Still, it''s quite jarring for him how it almost felt like he never fought the guild master earlier.


    Samael found himself at Eddie''s Smithy, a rather nostalgic place. Things here were a tad bit different from his memories.


    The shop was larger now, and the walls were made with stone as well. However, it felt the same as the first time he entered the establishment.


    Samael pressed the silver bell twice; it''s metallic chime reverberating through the walls of the smithy.


    It didn''t take long before Samael felt the tremor under his soles and the loud footsteps nearing his way.


    With a click, the brown wooden door sprung open, revealing a man resembling a giant.


    "Who goes there?" Eddie asked, his voice leaving trails of echoes in the air.


    "Eddie, it''s me." Samael waved, luring the attention of the burly man.


    Eddie''s brows rose to an arch, a smudge of confusion lingering in his pupils as he sized Samael.


    "You..." Eddie muttered.


    A small smile tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips as he gave a nod.


    "Yes, it''s me, Sama¡ªoof!" Samael''s words were cut short as a pair of hulking arms dragged him into their warm embrace.


    "SAMAEL! IT''S YOU, MY BOY!" Eddie roared as he nearly squeezed the life out of Samael.


    Samael winced as he covered his ears, opting for the man to drop him down.


    "Oh! My apologies for screaming. I mean, who wouldn''t? I haven''t seen you in years! The only news I got were the rumors spreading around!" Eddie exclaimed.


    "It''s fine," Samael said.


    "How have you been, Samael? Last time I saw you, you were just a little lamb! Now look at you! You''re a fine man now!" Eddie broke into laughter, his voice strong enough to shake the foundation of the shop.


    "Well, you''re the same as ever, Eddie, except older and fatter," Samael replied, making the man laugh even harder.


    "So how can I help you?" Eddie asked as he wiped the tears off his eyes, a sight you wouldn''t expect from someone his size.


    Samael swiftly withdrew the black card given by Icarius from his dragon hoard remnant.


    "Remember how I said I''d pay you back before? Well, I''m here to fulfill that promise and, well, buy a new set of armor." Samael smiled wryly.


    "Oh, that! I told you it''s fine! But if you insist, I suppose business is business!" Eddie said.


    The man circled Samael a few times before returning.


    "What could''ve caused so much damage to your armor?" Eddie asked as he wrote down Samael''s measurements.


    "The guild master of the watchers invited me to spar, and this happened," Samael recalled.


    "Oh, Icarius? Yeah, that man is fairly notorious for going a little overboard sometimes," Eddie said.


    Sometimes? Samael could only shake his head.


    "Any personal preference regarding your armor? Light or heavy or just right? Any color you like? Markings?" Eddie asked.


    Samael fell silent for a moment, his eyes lost deep in contemplation.


    "I need something that won''t restrict my movement too much; I''d also like it if it''s darker in color," Samael replied.


    "You got it," Eddie said before vanishing.


    After a few minutes, the man came out with two boxes, inside of which Samael had requested armor.


    "If you''re looking for something that won''t suffocate your arse, then these bad boys are for you," Eddie said as he took out the armor.


    Samael carefully inspected the gear, his fingers caressing the cold surface of the armor.


    "Go ahead, wear it, and judge for yourself," Eddie instructed.


    Needless to say, the armor was perfect. Samael has never felt more free in his life.


    Did Icarius predict this? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    After doing a few more stretching and drills, Samael wore a satisfied smile on his face.


    "I take it you like the armor?" Eddie asked with a wide grin.


    "Is it that obvious?" Samael asked.


    The man laughed in reply.


    Samael spent an extra hour or so in the shop, buying a few more things. He and Eddie also caught up on his adventures in the last eight years.


    Apparently, Eddie has expanded the items he sells. Thus, Samael brought a knife, some utility items, potions, and some Dunamis stones. Yes, Dunamis stones.


    Crimson Raven has earned a plethora of skills in the last eight years of his voyage. One of which allows the weapon to heal by consuming the essence of other creatures. This is the reason Samael stayed far longer out in the wild without the need for regular maintenance.


    As the golden sun dipped on the horizon, Samael found himself in a wide field outside Erudicio, where a lone tree stood under the gentle nudges of the wind.


    Usually, no citizens would be permitted to exit the sanctuary, but with his reputation, something like this is a walk in the park.


    Unlike the towering walls and glaring lights accompanying Erudicio''s streets, Samael felt safer in the presence of darkness and the ethereal guidance of the moon.


    He has a lot on his mind these days.


    The escalation of the war.


    Lilith''s whereabouts and wellbeing.


    Their upcoming mission.


    The involvement of the church in all this mess.


    After his sparring with Icarius, another batch of questions wreaked havoc in his mind, opting for him to question what he knew.


    Just what does Icarius mean by "everyone fights in their own way?"


    Wasn''t fighting to attack your opponents and having them attack you?


    Wasn''t it a way of showing your physical prowess?


    Perhaps he is indeed missing something. After all, the only thing he has ever used was what Ajax taught him. Yet, even with those, he struggles. It''s almost as if his body never really accepts the way his mentor fights.


    He isn''t incapable of displaying power, speed, or dexterity.


    So where does the problem lie?


    "Everyone fights in their own way," Samael muttered under his breath, his voice drifting with the wind.


    Unable to comprehend what Icarius wanted to send across, the same words he said echoed repeatedly in Samael''s head.


    "Everyone fights in their own way."


    "Everyone fights in their own way."


    "Everyone fights in their own way."


    Wait... In their ''own'' way... Samael wondered.


    Perhaps that''s where the problem stems!


    Samael''s eyes narrowed down as he sat up.


    Looking back, why did Icarius address the matter regarding his armor? In plain sight, it might be completely unrelated, but delving deeper, Icarius made sure he bought armor that wouldn''t restrict his movements. That couldn''t have been some random coincidence.


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    Not to mention, he also pointed out how my movements feel rather off... Samael thought.


    Looking back, the only things he used out there were the things Ajax had given him. But that''s what''s wrong! What works for Ajax may not work for him!


    What Icarius wanted to send across was for him to find the way he fights. Not copy how others do.


    But what is his fighting style?


    Icarius specifically told him that lighter armor would work for him. What does that entail?


    Light armor allows for easier movement in exchange for protection. It''s also good for mobility and speed, seeing as there''s more surface area to navigate on.


    Samael closed his eyes as he recalled the time he spent with Ajax.


    It almost felt as if it were only yesterday when they fought Antrax, a saint-class abomination.


    How did Ajax and Antrax fight?


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he delved deeper into his memories.


    Looking back, Ajax fought in a calm, precise, and swift manner. He greatly utilized counters and often struck where the enemy was weakest.


    On the other hand, Antrax was the exact opposite. He was aggressive, fearless, and destructive. He would attack non-stop and corner you.


    Examining it, the two fought in a way that greatly suited their personalities. Ajax was always a calm and direct person, while Antrax was rageful and cunning.


    "Their elements..." Samael whispered.


    Their elements also worked well with the way they fought. Ajax, who utilized shadow, aided his swift and precise attacks, while Antrax, who wielded some form of rot element, made each and every strike deadly.


    Then that only means their personalities and their elements greatly influence their way of combat.


    But what does the Void excel at?


    As far as he knows, Void is technically nothingness. It''s the absence of anything. It''s basically nonexistent. So how does he figure out its impact?


    In the question of personalities, Samael doesn''t exactly know if he has any redeeming quality that stands out. He always viewed himself as an average person.


    So what will it be?


    "Codex, can you help me...?" Samael asked.


    Silence prevailed for a moment, but Samael''s visage soon bathed in the blue glow of the Codex.


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    Samael''s eyes quivered for a moment, his breath hitching as he read the contents of the panels hovering in front of him.


    The Void can be anywhere, yet nowhere...? He asked himself, a small flicker igniting the cogwheels in his head.


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    "I see..." Samael muttered as he rose to his feet.


    "I am the Void," he said.


    "Now I understand," Samael exclaimed.


    "The Void can do anything it wants, wherever and whenever it wants," Samael uttered.


    His fighting style, ever since the beginning, has been untamed and raw. He moved in a way that no human had ever seen. He often relied on his instincts and did what he felt was right. He utilized each and every part of his body to generate the most force and finish every fight.


    That is his fighting style.


    Now, a single question remains in his head.


    How will he utilize it in combat?


    ***


    As the golden glow of the sun peeked over the horizon, Samael swiftly made his way towards the southwest gate of Erudicio, where Ajax stood in waiting.


    Sensing Samael''s presence, Ajax cast a sidelong glance as he spoke.


    "Are your preparations complete?" he asked.


    Samael gave a soft nod, his gaze wandering about.


    "Are we traveling by foot?" he asked.


    "Yes, riding a horse is too dangerous, seeing how most of the roads leading to Tera are swarmed with abominations," Ajax replied.


    Ajax fell silent for a moment as he spoke once more.


    "Is something bothering you?" He inquired after noticing Samael''s gaze.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch as he responded. "I... Icarius and I had a sparring, and it revealed a few things to me. Ajax, how did you discover the way you fight?"


    "The way I fight? It''s something I discovered within myself. Your body will know if something does not work for it. Your element, personality, and ideals also play a role in determining your way in combat," Ajax said.


    Samael kept his mouth tight for a brief moment.


    "Have you noticed anything as to how I fought before?" Samael asked.


    "You fought in a wild manner, untamed and free," Ajax said without a shadow of doubt.


    Samael recoiled in surprise.


    Ajax already knew all along... Samael thought.


    "You knew? Why didn''t you tell me?" Samael asked.


    "There are things you''ll have to learn on your own," Ajax responded, just like Icarius did.


    "I''ll ask you this. How do you fight?" Ajax asked.


    Samael opened his mouth when the man spoke once more, cutting him short.


    "Don''t think, act. Attack me right here, right now," Ajax stated, his carefree attitude now gone.


    "Attack you? What are you¡ª?" Samael''s words were cut short as Ajax spoke.


    "Then I''ll come to you."


    Ajax''s figure turned to a blur as a gauntlet hovered mere inches from his face.


    Samael planted his foot back as he tried to shift his weight, only for Ajax''s fist to pummel his jaw, sending him sprawling down the pavement.


    Fragments of solidified Void matter slithered down his cheeks as his Void skin cracked under the impact of the attack.


    "I said, Don''t think. Act. You tried to copy the way I moved. The way I taught you to move," Ajax said.


    "Not everything works for everyone," he resumed as he lunged forward.


    Samael hastily rolled to the side, barely avoiding Ajax''s devastating kick.


    "Let your body decide, Samael. Be lost in the rhythm, and you may just see a glimpse," Ajax instructed.


    A burst of killing intent struck Samael square in the face, nearly sweeping him off his feet.


    His blood went cold as beads of sweat meandered down his forehead. His Void compass rang alarms of caution as Ajax inched closer by the second.


    Ajax unsheathed his blade, its steel edge glimmering under the glow of the morning sun.


    Out of options, Samael called forth Crimson Raven.


    "Now, we fight," Ajax said as his figure appeared inches from Samael, his blade humming in the air as it descended with unparalleled force.


    Samael''s grunts echoed as Crimson Raven shot forward, intercepting the attack in a thunderous explosion.


    Without an ounce of mercy, Ajax pressed down on the blade, burying Samael under the pavement as he released a part of his astral pressure.


    Samael groaned as he steadfastly tanked the wave of pressure, nearly forcing him to faint. His hands trembling under the sheer force of Ajax''s blade.


    Doubling the force, Ajax drilled his weapon further, its sharp edge mere centimeters from Samael''s face. Nearly burying Samael alive.


    Samael could feel the sharpness of the weapon caress his skin, along with Ajax''s words repeating within his head.


    "Let your body decide, Samael. Be lost in the rhythm, and you may just see a glimpse."


    "Let your body decide, Samael. Be lost in the rhythm, and you may just see a glimpse."


    "Let your body decide, Samael. Be lost in the rhythm, and you may just see a glimpse."


    But how?


    "Don''t think, act."


    Samael cut off all his thoughts as he focused on his body.


    Perhaps he does think too much...


    Yes, yes, you do.


    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Who...?


    Are you really asking yourself that question?


    I don''t understand...


    You don''t have to.


    You... You''re the voice before...


    Good job; at least you still remember that.


    Why appear now...?


    Didn''t you call out for me? Didn''t you ask yourself? "How do I fight?"


    You...


    Bingo.


    You''re me.


    I am you.


    I am the emotion you have bottled up. The culmination of all the pain, happiness, anger, and desperation locked deep within your heart... That''s me.


    ...Now watch and learn.


    Samael''s eyes jolted open, the atmosphere surrounding him shifting to something completely different.


    "You..." Ajax''s words were cut off as Samael let loose of his grasp, meeting the blade head-on without an ounce of fear.


    However, Samael twisted his body to the side as Ajax''s blade left a shallow crack on his Void skin.


    Unfazed, Samael threw Crimson Raven straight towards Ajax, forcing the man to hastily weave to the side¡ª A fist struck Ajax''s visor, knocking the man away.


    Ajax flew a few meters back before his body struck the wall.


    Samael stood up as he spoke, his tone cold and emotionless. "Watch and learn other me."


    Unlike before, Samael could see everything happen before his eyes. He didn''t lose consciousness, but he doesn''t have control of his body either.


    However, he didn''t retaliate because the one controlling him is also another part of him. One that has been sleeping for far too long.


    "Hey, other me, I know you''re listening. You''re not too far off," Samael''s alter ego said.


    What...? Samael thought in confusion.


    "Last night, you concluded that the Void fights in its way however it wants, whenever it wants. You''re not wrong, and we are the Void," Alter Samael said.


    "So what are you so confused about?" Alter Samael said as his figure zoomed forward.


    Ajax rose to his feet as he swiftly weaved to the side, narrowly dodging Samael''s fist¡ª Samael''s voice rang in his ears.


    "Come to me, Crimson Raven."


    In the corner of his eyes, Ajax saw a dark silhouette jetting his way. He planted his foot on the ground as he shifted his weight, nimbly avoiding the weapon. However, it wasn''t over yet.


    Alter Samael caught the weapon, his hand dialing back as he delivered a ferocious slash, aiming to cleave through Ajax''s neck.


    The saint''s astral compass rang in a frenzy, warning him of the impending danger. Assessing the situation calmly, Ajax stomped the ground hard, dashing back as Alter Samael''s axe struck nothing but air.


    Not wasting time, Samael landed on his low stance as he catapulted himself forward with earth-shattering force.


    Ajax whipped his arm forth as the two weapons collided in a brutal bang, along with the ripples of shockwaves coursing through the ground.


    Alter Samael twisted Crimson Raven, locking the axe''s buttspike into Ajax''s sword as he dragged himself closer, delivering a sharp knee. Unfortunately, Ajax jerked his arm up, blocking the attack.


    Using the rebound of the strike, Alter Samael threw himself up as he rotated mid-air, further enhancing his power as he plummet down with another slash, tearing Ajax''s blade in half.


    Ajax watched the other half of the blade dance in the air.


    Seizing the chance, Alter Samael landed in his low stance once more as he launched himself forward to deliver a back kick, sending the shadow Saint dozens of meters back in a thunderous explosion.


    Alter Samael''s visage remained cold as ice, as he said. "That was fun,"


    "Did you catch all that other me? Hopefully I didn''t bust my ass there for nothing." Alter Samael resumed as Samael''s eyes regained their glimmer.


    Samael blinked a couple times, a smudge of confusion lingering in his eyes as he watched the dust cloud left behind by his alter ego and Ajax.


    The way the other guy fought... It was wild, unpredictable, and free. It moved in a way that made use of every part of his body. It had this tantalizing flow and rhythm.


    But first...


    Samael speared a glance ahead as Ajax''s figure emerged from the thinning smoke, his armor dented along with a snapped sword nesting in his hand.


    Samael opened his mouth when Ajax spoke.


    "You''re back."


    Samael gave a stiff nod.


    "Good, did you at least learn anything?" he asked.


    Samael gave another nod.


    "It looks like our voyage will be a little delayed," Ajax said as he inspected his armor.


    Samael could only watch as Ajax left as though they didn''t try killing each other earlier.


    Samael could only sigh.

 CH33-Lost.

    Samael and Ajax''s footsteps left hushed trail of echoes dancing in the air as they traversed the muddy dirt road leading to Georgo Road.


    Their cloaks fluttered wildly under the nudges of the cold afternoon wind¡ªa rather odd weather, if some may say.


    The road was desolate, devoid of any life. There was not a single sound wafting in the air nor any silhouette present in the long, crimson-stained path.


    Craters varying in size littered the road, some containing corpses of slain abominations left to rot.


    Traces of siege weapons stood idle at random, destroyed and were left after they''d fulfilled their purposes.


    "All these weapons and dead abominations... are they trying to attract more trouble?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed tight.


    Ajax fell silent for a moment as he marched onward, unfazed.


    "Disposing these corpses is a fool''s errand if the abominations swarm the path regardless," Ajax replied.


    Samael''s gaze lowered as he felt something hard against his soles.


    Under the crimson-marred mud nested an eye¡ªno, corpses, human corpses. Well, it''s not like he didn''t know. After all, the putrid stench of rotting meat is not something mere mud can cover.


    Just how many lives have these wretched abominations taken? How many dreams torn and ripped apart under this gruesome tug of war?


    "The corpses... It seems they fought quite recently," Samael mentioned.


    "You''re not wrong. The fight here isn''t going to end soon. These abominations come in waves, and they never end; they only retreat to regroup and strike another day," Ajax said.


    Samael''s jaw clenched.


    "So all their sacrifices... are in vain?" Samael asked.


    Ajax chose to remain silent as he strode forward, further fueling the suffocating atmosphere.


    Samael can''t help but feel that the forest and the wilds are far better places than here.


    At least in the wild, Samael knew that enemies were there to attack him, and he knows they''re there. He has learned their behaviours and their habitats, so he can prepare when needed.


    But here... He could only imagine the terror and sleepless nights the warriors undergo as they face the realisation that no one really knows when or how the foul creatures will strike.


    "Focus, Samael," Ajax said, breaking Samael from his stupor.


    "Yeah," Samael muttered back.


    Right now, what matters is that they finish their mission. Liberating Georgo Road will solve one of the pressing problems of the mundane folk and ease the burdens the soldiers carry.


    Eventually, time passed by like a breeze. Hours would go by unnoticed as Samael and Ajax covered as much ground as they could.


    The duo moved with haste; they barely took any stops as their mission was a battle against time.


    It didn''t take long for the chilling winds of the dark, empty night to overshadow the bright morning sun.


    Unable to push further due to the unpredictable movements of the abominations, Samael and Ajax were forced to make camp as they waited for the dark to pass.


    Their travels resumed the moment the light struck the horizon, signalling the start of yet another day.


    On their fifth day of travel, Samael and Ajax came across a bloody clash.


    The sound of steel clashing against claws thundered in the air, along with the screams and roars of the two opposing sides.


    Watchers and knights alike fought blood and teeth as they swung their blades nonstop, blood spewing down akin to rain.


    One in particular held his severed arm as he walked in a daze.


    "Samael!" Ajax uttered.


    "On it," Samael replied as the two zoomed forward.


    A male watcher in his thirties roared as he waved his battle axe. However, the razor-like claws of the abominations proved merciless as they circled him, striking his thigh and tendons, causing him to lose mobility.


    The watcher watched with tears in his eyes as the wolf-like monstrosities opened their maws, revealing a set of jagged, crimson teeth.


    HUM...


    The watcher flinched as a humming sound lingered in the air, his eyes widening as the terrible beasts fell one by one, their heads detached from their vessels.


    In the corner of his eyes, a black object flew at high speeds as a man adorned in a black cloak catched the weapon.


    "A-an axe...?" The man struggled to mutter.


    "Raise your weapon; the fight isn''t over yet," Samael said, breaking the man from his daze.


    Without wasting another second, Samael flew forward with a forceful kick to the ground, sending chunks of mud back.


    His figure soared in the air, his gaze shifting to the side where dozens of wolf-like abominations hovered, impaled by dark tendrils of shadow.


    Seizing the chance, Samael said


    "Void fire."


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    [Void Fire]


    Shoot concentrated Void bullets towards your opponent. These bullets will explode upon impact.


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    A myriad of concentrated spherical Void matter shot down, accompanied by ear-shattering explosions rocking the earth as each and every bullet erupted into an explosion.


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    <td>Devoured Void Essence of "Glacial Wolf" [Hatchling I] +270 pts</td>


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    <td>Devoured Void Essence of "Glacial Wolf" [Hatchling I]... </td>


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    <td>Devoured Void Essence of "Glacial Wolf"...</td>


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    Prerequisite for Tier Elevation met:


    Tier 3, Mark 2 -> Tier 5, Mark 2


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    Watchers and knights alike fell silent, their breaths hitched as they watched in awe how the abominations slaughtering them earlier were reduced to nothing but ashes.


    As the dust settled, Samael and Ajax''s figures took form as they leisurely revealed themselves from the smoke.


    Samael''s gaze wandered to each and every fighter still standing, even after that harrowing clash.


    "It''s over; rest," Samael said, his voice wafting through the air.


    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


    Screams and cheers thundered in the air as the survivors bellowed in unison, their tears and joyful cries reverberating in the air.


    They have survived.


    ***


    "The two of you are heading for Georgo Road...?" A man in his 20s asked.


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    After the fight, Samael and Ajax decided to take a break for the night along with the other survivors.


    They made camp on the very road they liberated as a sign of respect and victory for those who had already gone to the light.


    "Yes," Ajax replied.


    The man shifted in his seat, his eyes darting uncomfortably.


    "May I ask why that is?" he inquired.


    Samael fell silent for a moment as he replied.


    "We were sent by the watchers guild to provide assistance in liberating the Georgo road," Samael answered truthfully, his gaze silently watching how the man trembled on his seat.


    Unable to tame his curiosity, Samael asked. "Is there something wrong?"


    The man flinched as he recoiled back, cold sweat drenching his back.


    "I-I..." He struggled to speak.


    Samael opened his mouth when a voice overshadowed his.


    "The Georgo road is lost," the voice interjected.


    Samael jerked his head back as he laid eyes on the newcomer.


    It was the man he saved earlier. He held two canes as he made his way to them, his legs bandaged tight.


    "Go back, Luis; I''ll tend to our saviours," the man said.


    Luis nodded in haste as he stormed away.


    The man shifted his gaze towards Samael.


    "My name is Erubin; I''m a watcher who came here not too long ago. My last deployment was on Georgo Road," Erubin said.


    Ajax''s steel visor shifted towards the man.


    "Lost?" Ajax asked.


    A resounding sigh escaped Erubin''s lips as he settled down.


    "Excuse me if I''m intruding upon your personal business, but Georgo Road is doomed," Erubin said.


    "Can you elaborate?" Samael asked.


    The man closed his eyes as he recalled.


    "When the abominations struck Georgo Road, we were able to handle them with ease. There weren''t any major disturbances or hurdles blocking our path, at least not until they came," Erubin shivered.


    "Wolf-like creatures, just like the ones we fought today... except they were bigger, stronger, and far more vicious," Erubin recalled.


    "They came out of nowhere, decimating our forces one by one, leaving only one survivor to report the horrors that had taken place," Erubin resumed.


    "Those beasts... they were smart. Their movements, the timing of attacks, and the way they attacked were all coordinated. They knew how to plant fear within the enemy, crippling many of us in despair," Erubin said.


    "We fought like crazy; we barely rested; sometimes we were out there, fighting for three days and three nights," Erubin narrated.


    "Eventually, they managed to overtake many of our strongholds and take hold of the road itself. I''m sure of it; they''re coming for Tera, slowly but surely," Erubin muttered.


    Samael and Ajax fell silent, their eyes lost deep in contemplation.


    "And what of their saint?" Ajax asked.


    "The saint guarding Tera is unavailable. She was given a mission to intercept and take care of a saint rank abomination. It has been months, and there is barely any news of her whereabouts," the man answered.


    To think that the situation was already that bad... How much more will it cost once we get there? Samael wondered.


    "Is there any way we can arrive faster, Ajax?" Samael asked.


    Ajax cast a sidelong glance as he replied.


    "There is one, a route I decided to steer clear of, but it seems not for long."


    Ajax took the map of Ergo out, his hand hovering inches above a particular river.


    "We''ll cross the Tirnu River," Ajax said, his tone grim.


    Erubin jolted up, his face pale as snow.


    "You''re crossing that damned river?" he asked in disbelief.


    "We have no choice," Ajax responded.


    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    "Is there something wrong with that river?" he asked.


    "That river... It''s a place where many lost their lives. Its waters are swarming with abominations, particularly Arfin''s," Erubin said.


    "Arfin?" Samael asked.


    "Arfin are weak by nature, but it''s not their strength that makes them dangerous. Arfin''s usually come in hordes," Ajax answered.


    A frown crept its way towards Samael''s visage.


    "If the river is so dangerous, how will we cross it? We don''t have a boat, and I don''t think anyone will provide us with a means of transportation any time soon," Samael reasoned.


    "We have a ride," Erubin interjected, luring Samael and Ajax''s attention.


    "And we''re going to Georgo Road as well," Erubin resumed.


    "Why?" Ajax asked.


    "Why return to the very place that you call lost?" Ajax asked again.


    Erubin''s gaze lowered, tears welling in the corner of his eyes.


    "Those damned abominations... I won''t stop until each and every one of them is gone. I promised... I promised..." Erubin muttered in hysteria.


    "Erubin...?" Samael asked, breaking the man from his stupor.


    "I¡ªHuh...?" Erubin''s gaze wandered about, a smudge of confusion lingering in his pupils.


    "It''s... nothing," Samael said.


    "Oh yes, our ride. Me and my men here will be coming to Georgo Road by Tirnu River as well. If you both wish to come, then please, by all means. Having you two will make our travels safer," Erubin said before storming away.


    The duo sat in silence, their minds slowly absorbing the amount of information hurling their way.


    "What was that?" Samael asked in confusion. Erubin''s actions made no sense. It was almost as if he forgot what just occurred.


    "That is the effect of the war," Ajax answered.


    "Some people have seen things no man was ever supposed to witness. Their brain forces them to forget things in order to protect them from any further damage," Ajax explained.


    "We probably delved too deep and triggered a memory in him, one too painful for a single man to bear," Ajax resumed.


    Samael''s jaw clenched as he rose to his feet.


    "I''ll prepare for tomorrow," Samael said before storming away.


    If the situation is in such a dire state, then he has no time to waste.


    "Codex," Samael muttered.


    A blue panel warped in front of him, bathing his visage in a blue glow.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void] [The Grim Hound] [Void Primogenitor]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Metamorphosis I


    Condition: Good, healthy


    STATS


    STR: 1,652


    SPD/AGI: 1,602


    CONSTITUTION: 1,598


    SPIRIT: 1,789


    CHARM: 50


    ?SKILLS [+]</td>


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    Void: Tier 3 Mark 3


    Control: Tier 3 Mark 3


    -Marker: 120/400


    Quantity: Tier 3 Mark 3


    -Marker: 110/400


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    I rose up by two tiers; my stats are growing higher... But will it be enough? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    No, it has to be. There''s no place for doubt.


    Now that I have reached Tier 5,... Codex, show me the evolution I gained Samael commanded.


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    [Organ Augmentation]


    Hardens and strengthens organs for better bodily functions.


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    This is quite similar to an evolution I already have... Samael thought.


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    [Flow]


    Enhances internal organs and nerves to further enhance internal manipulation of Void essence.


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    Is there any difference? Samael asked.


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    <td>Organ augmentation is an evolution that enhances the functions and scope of your organs in themselves. One of the effects includes better blood and oxygen flow due to a stronger heart. As for flow, it reformed your nerves so that Void Essence circulation is far more efficient.</td>


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    I see... Then please commence remodelling, Samael said.


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    Samael''s body shook as a wave of sharp stabbing pain struck him.


    Samael clenched his jaw, his lips sealed tight. However, a far more violent pang of pain resonated within him, forcing him to kneel as he grasped the brown earth, tearing chunks of it in the process.


    It felt as though his organs were torn, hammered and fixed, only for the process to repeat.


    His eyes quivered as blood trickled down his orifices, some meandering down his cheeks, staining the ground crimson.


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    Samael bit his lips, the familiar taste of iron invading his senses.


    Samael''s body tensed, his hands trembling as he braced for the last and final wave.


    The last one, Samael... Last one¡ª Samael''s thought process came to a halt as an excruciating jolt of pain hammered him down.


    Samael catched himself, his face mere inches from the ground as cold sweat drenched his back. A muffled groan escaped his sealed lips when a panel warped in front of him.


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    A wave of relaxation struck Samael out of nowhere, swiftly overshadowing the dreadful pain earlier.


    Slowly, his energy came back along with a sense of strength new to him.


    The effects have taken place, Samael concluded as he leaned back with a resounding sigh.


    He loved evolution, as it gave him abilities that allowed him to surpass others. However, remodelling, the process where the Codex destroys and fixes him, is something he will never like.


    Remodelling is far more painful when a major volution occurs. During its duration, he''s completely crippled, unable to move, and in agonising pain.


    Sometimes it''ll send him to sleep for no one knows how long. Fortunately, it''s only a minor evolution.


    Now comes the cleaning part, Samael thought as he wiped the droplets of blood slithering down his cheeks.


    It was going to be a long night.


    ***


    Samael and Ajax, along with Erubin''s men, marched towards the Tirnu River, where their ride towards Georgo awaited.


    Days would pass by in a flash as they went on unhindered. They faced a couple hurdles along the way, but none too big.


    After roughly four days of walking, the group eventually saw a change. They came upon a camp of watchers and knights alike, where their injured finally got the treatment they needed.


    Unfortunately, some of Erubin''s crew had no choice but to be left behind. Ajax and Samael knew they could not stall any longer, and with the severity of their wounds, rest was their only option.


    Just like that, the crew went on once again, carefully treading the path to the infernal waters of the Tirnu River.


    It didn''t take long until Ajax and Samael saw the large expanse of the Tirnu River, signalling the end of their voyage and the start of another.


    "So that''s the Tirnu River...?" Samael asked, the blue shimmering water glimmering in his pupils.


    "Yes," Ajax replied.


    Erubin came forward as he spoke, luring Samael''s attention.


    "Do not be fooled by its appearance; it may look peaceful, but deep down, corpses of unknown numbers litter its surface, corrupting the water itself," Erubin said.


    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    "The water is poisonous?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, it is so highly poisonous that being exposed long enough can melt through your skin," Erubin mentioned.


    "I see..." Samael muttered as he speared a glance ahead.


    He can only hope their voyage goes without issues.


    "To the Tirnu River it is," Samael said.

 CH34-Tirnu River I

    The Tirnu River was unlike most rivers. It was huge, calm, and mesmerizing. However, the dangers that lurk beneath its surface far exceed the beauty it offers.


    The place was as desolate as the road leading to Tera, except for a single boat nearly half the size of a proper ship.


    The boat was reinforced with steel, along with the jagged protrusions on its metal hull.


    Erubin came forward as he knocked three times on the steel-plated boat, breaking the unnerving silence shrouding the land.


    It didn''t take long before three resounding bangs replied back.


    Erubin released a sigh, his shoulders easing down as he spoke.


    "It''s me! Erubin! The one who hired the ride!" Erubin called out.


    Samael''s ears perked up as footsteps slowly inched closer, revealing an old man adorned in a simple gray tunic. His beard was unkempt, and dark circles marred his visage.


    "What took you so long!?" the man roared, his face distorted in anger.


    Erubin came forward as he replied. "I''m sorry! We had to make a stop as some of my men were injured in an ambush."


    The old man''s gaze wandered to the group.


    "Is this all?" The man asked.


    Erubin gave a brief nod.


    "Come! We must make haste! I don''t know when those abominations may come for me," the man said as he hurriedly gestured for the group to come aboard.


    Samael and Ajax exchanged looks as they set foot inside the boat.


    The interior was as simple as it was outside. It was spacious, as there is no furniture and each corner is encased in welded metal. On the side hung sharp Harpoons attached to steel cables.


    Erubin has really prepared for this voyage, huh? Samael thought as he inched towards the deck, where everyone had gathered.


    "What''s our plan?" Ajax asked.


    Erubin gave a nod as one of his men laid down a sanctuary map of Tera, including its neighboring land.


    "In simple terms, our plan is to cross the Tirnu River as fast as we can," Erubin said.


    "In a deeper context, crossing Tirnu River usually takes around 20 minutes, but with this boat and the paddling force of a dozen men, we should be able to cross in at least 10 minutes," Erubin resumed, his finger hovering over Tirnu River.


    "Aside from Arfin''s, what are the other downsides?" Samael asked.


    Erubin''s jaw clenched as he replied. "The currents are strong; this means most of us will have to focus our power on paddling, which means..."


    "You''ll be defenseless, and we''ll be short on hands," Ajax said.


    The atmosphere fell grim, the air stale, and the wind as cold as winter snow.


    "Unfortunately, it doesn''t end there," Erubin said, luring everyone''s attention.


    "There are many other abominations lying in wait within those waters; we don''t know whether they''ll strike or not. We also have to take into account the condition of the boat," Erubin resumed.


    "What will be our division?" Ajax asked.


    Erubin straightened his back as he responded. "Including you two, we have about 21 men, 12 of whom will paddle; three will go and protect them, while the other six will be up here, warding off the abominations more than willing to feast on our flesh."


    Only six? Against a horde? Samael thought, his brows furrowed tight. Their odds were not looking good.


    "When do we depart?" Samael inquired.


    "As soon as everyone is ready," Erubin replied, marking the end of the meeting.


    With that, everyone dispersed in their own ways. Ajax and Samael did a round of maintenance as they checked their gear and their concoctions.


    I have eight healing and stamina potions, two paralysis potions, three antidotes, and three starlight concoctions. Will these be enough? Samael wondered.


    It has to; he has no choice.


    Samael''s gaze traveled upwards. The sun is at its peak, and we have enough sunlight to spot the abominations. That''s good.


    Shifting his gaze towards the harpoons, Samael couldn''t help but ask. "What are the harpoons for?"


    "For larger abominations," Ajax briefly replied.


    ***


    "Get into position, men!" Erubin roared.


    Samael rose to his feet as he approached the deck of the boat, where Ajax stood tall, his blade unsheathed.


    Erubin''s men hastily ran for their posts, their weapons at hand. Their footsteps left trails of echoes in the air.


    "Good luck to the best of us," Erubin said.


    Ajax and Samael gave a stiff nod.


    Then came the tremors under Samael''s sole.


    The boat was officially in the water.


    "We''re sailing! Men, keep a sharp eye out!" The old man roared.


    Samael''s grip tightened, a lone cold bead of sweat meandering down his forehead, some drenching his back.


    Aside from the violent waves crashing upon the steel hull, there was nothing but the prevailing silence engulfing the boat and the cold morning wind searing their skin.


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    Samael''s nose scrunched up, his jaws clenching tight. He could smell it¡ªthe familiar stench of rotten corpses, albeit faintly. Overshadowed by the malevolent waves.


    Samael''s Void compass reached far and wide, his ears perked up, and his senses were at max.


    He speared a glance ahead, his gaze scouring the horizon for any odd movement.


    Everyone sewed their lips tight, and their eyes peered open.


    Seconds ticked by, yet for them, it felt like an eternity.


    Samael gulped, Crimson Raven hovering near him as his gaze wandered about.


    Slowly, the seconds turned to a minute.


    One minute...


    Samael''s feet felt rooted on the floor, his figure stuck in place as though frozen in time.


    Two minutes...


    The sound of water droplets striking the wooden floor of the boat reverberated in the air, along with the raging wind wafting through Samael''s hair.


    Three minutes...


    Under the unbending tension coursing through the air, Samael found himself counting every second passing by.


    32... 33... 34...


    Each second felt longer than the last. Each minute felt unreachable as time went on.


    47... 48... 4¡ª


    Samael''s gaze froze in place, his breath hitched, and his blood cold. A smudge of confusion lingered in his pupils.


    On the rightmost side of the deck, above the steel railings, crouched a creature¡ªno, an abomination.


    Its scaly skin was as green as moss as it oozed puss-like substance from its pores, staining the deck with its filth. It''s fingers connected by a flab of flesh akin to a web.


    It had large maws extending near its ears, gills near its neck, and a pair of dead eyes peering into Samael''s soul.


    Samael has fought many enemies.


    Yet he froze as he watched the creature tilt its head, as though it found their presence amusing.


    He couldn''t feel it.


    I couldn''t feel its presence, Samael thought, his hands pale as snow under his grueling grip.


    He couldn''t feel the creature, even with his Void compass on max.


    Samael''s eyes quivered, his movements seized as he fixed his gaze on the abomination.


    Why didn''t he feel it?


    How did he miss it?


    Samael''s blood froze as the abominations face morphed, a wide grin etching on its horrid face.


    Without another second wasted, Samael roared.


    "ENEMIES ON DECK!"


    Ajax and Erubin jerked their heads towards Samael. A single thought wreaking havoc in their heads.


    They didn''t feel anything.


    The creature''s maw cracked open, its throat trembling as it grew twice its size.


    Erubin''s face paled. "SAMAEL DON''T LET IT SCRE¡ª"


    It was too late.


    A blaring sound thundered in the air, mercilessly shattering the silence of the river and engulfing everyone''s heart in dread.


    Samael''s figure zoomed forward, his blade swiftly severing the neck of the beast as its head soared in the sky, its neon green blood smearing everywhere.


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    "DAMN IT! PREPARE FOR COMBAT!" Erubin roared in a frenzy.


    Samael''s ears perked up as the men moved in waves. They huddled closer, their blades upright.


    How did I miss it? Samael thought, confusion burning in his eyes.


    His senses are highly honed; he even has his Void Compass at max. Yet he failed to sense the presence of the Arfin.


    Unlike the astral compass, which most strong echoes possess, Samael''s void compass works in a different way.


    The astral compass allows the user to sense danger through shifts in wind, tremors of the earth, and noises.


    However, Samael''s Void Compass mends his element with his astral compass, filling the area within his range in Void essence. Therefore, unlike most astral compasses, his isn''t hollow, and anything within his range is interacting within those Void essences, and essentially, Samael can feel them, even if slightly.


    It''s as though a person is moving through water; any movement done can form a ripple or a wave, and Samael will know.


    Yet he failed to notice the abomination.


    Samael gritted his teeth.


    Was something wrong with his Void Compass?


    Samael shut his eyes tight. He could feel the direction of the wind, the intensity of the currents, and everyone''s presence within the boat.


    My Void Compass is fine! So how...? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    Just what is happening?


    "Ajax, did you...?" Samael inquired.


    "No, I did not," Ajax replied, further fueling the confusion Samael felt.


    He also failed to detect the Arfin. But how? Samael wondered.


    Things are getting worse by the second. They''re outnumbered within enemy territory, and now their senses are effectively cut off.


    "Erubin, did you know about this?" Ajax asked.


    Erubin shook his head vigorously. "I swear upon my name that I had no information regarding this phenomenon."


    Samael''s gaze darted back and forth, his heart racing in his chest.


    The arfin earlier released a scream¡ªno, a warning call.


    Was it a scout? Samael wondered.


    If the Arfin was indeed a scout, then they should expect the horde soon.


    "How much longer do we need to reach our destination?" Samael asked.


    "Roughly 6 minutes!" The old man replied.


    6 minutes... We just have to survive for 6¡ª


    In the corner of his eyes, Samael caught a silhouette lunge at him.


    Samael swiftly dove down, the creature zooming right past him. Without another thought, Samael darted forward as he delivered two consecutive slashes, cleaving the Arfin in three.


    "THEY''RE HERE!" Samael bellowed in alarm.


    Jerking his head back, Samael saw another abomination set foot on the boat.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Samael flew forward like an arrow.


    "Void Augmentation," he said, his hands and arms morphing black.


    The arfin screeched in return as it ran to him on all fours, maws wide open. However, Samael was far faster.


    Crimson Raven bisected the Arfin in half, its body slamming down the deck as its blood formed a puddle.


    But as though a joke, another pair of webbed fingers peeked over the railings, revealing another arfin.


    No, you don''t! Samael thought as he catapulted Crimson Raven forward, beheading the abomination before it could even reveal half its body.


    Return! Samael commanded as the weapon flew back to his palms.


    "The boat has slowed down! Paddle harder, men!" The old man roared.


    It slowed down? That can''t be! Samael thought.


    These men were echoes just like him; they won''t get tired by merely paddling for a few minutes.


    Then... Samael''s eyes widened as he ran towards the edge.


    "Fuck," Samael muttered.


    Dozens upon dozens of Arfins crawled their way towards the deck, tightly clinging to the hull.


    Many of them were shredded by the sharp protrusions, but the rest used the dead carcasses of their kind to crawl up unharmed.


    Erubin''s men weren''t tired; they were simply being weighed down.


    "THE ENEMIES ARE ON THE HULL!" Samael roared, luring Ajax and the others attention towards the edge.


    The waters surrounding the boat appeared as though they were boiling as hundreds of Arfins swam under its surface, all swarming their way.


    Samael swung his blade back and forth, tearing through the abominations without mercy.


    However, the creature''s march remained steadfast.


    A few Arfin''s eventually got within the boat as they charged mercilessly towards Samael.


    Assessing the situation calmly, Samael weaved to the side, nimbly dodging the claws of the creature as he countered with a side kick, sending the creature flying as it struck more of its kind away from the railings.


    The other arfin threw itself forward, but a sharp edge greeted it head-on.


    "Void Cleave," Samael muttered as he sent three consecutive slashes forward, tearing through the abominations climbing through the deck.


    "Duck," Ajax warned.


    Samael lowered his stance as a group of Arfin''s flew back to the water.


    "Strong currents ahead!" The old man roared, luring Samael''s attention.


    Oh shi¡ªSamael''s thoughts were cut short as the boat shook wildly, nearly sweeping him off his feet.


    Spearing a glance ahead, Samael''s eyes widened as two Arfin''s dashed forward, their jaws fried open.


    "Void Aegis!" Samael bellowed, a gush of solidified Void matter surging forth, halting the abominations in place.


    Blood curdling racks thundered in the air as the Arfin''s fell down with a sickening thud, their skulls caved in as the Void matter slowly ate through their flesh.


    Shifting his gaze to the side, Samael hastily rose to his feet as he spoke. "Discharge."


    The Void Aegis gleamed purple as a small wave of energy catapulted forward, sending the climbing abominations flying.


    "HOW LONG!?" Erubin roared as he swung his blade, ending the life of an approaching Arfin.


    "4 minutes!" The old man roared.


    "We need to hurry! We might not have that much time!" Samael roared as he slowly backed away.


    Soon, webbed fingers clung tight on the railings, revealing the grotesque heads of the Arfin''s swarming their boat.


    4 minutes...


    They must survive for 4 minutes.

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    A cold, lone bead of sweat meandered down Samael''s forehead, staining his cloak and mending with the stains of blood marring his armour.


    His gaze darted back and forth, his jaw clenched tight as the Arfin''s came pouring down. Their maws akin to endless gaping holes, ready to swallow everything blocking their path.


    Samael, Ajax, and Erubin, along with his men, huddled closer, their blades upright, as the Arfin''s swarmed the ship mercilessly, their lifeless eyes peering deep into their souls.


    Samael could hear the galloping hearts of Erubin''s men and the way they trembled under the stampede of abominations hurling their way.


    "Stand your ground, men!" Erubin roared.


    Samael shot a glance towards the reinforced pilothouse, where the old man frantically swerved the helm.


    They said we have roughly four minutes, but judging by the violent currents and the Arfin''s weighing us down, it will take longer than that Samael thought.


    The boat had significantly lost its speed even under the paddling force of a dozen echoes; that''s how many abominations have climbed their walls.


    If we want to survive, we''ll have to clear the hull and get rid of the bodies on the deck, Samael concluded.


    "Ajax," Samael called out, luring the attention of the Shadow Saint.


    Noticing the glint in Samael''s eyes, Ajax gave a stiff nod.


    "I''ll take the deck; you take the hull," Ajax commanded as he zoomed forward, dark, elongated shadow tendrils latching out of his back.


    Samael lowered his stance, his hand grasping the crimson-stained deck as he propelled himself forward.


    The Arfin''s marching forward fixed their gaze towards Samael, a bloodcurdling screech blasting from their lips.


    Samael''s arm recoiled back, his blade drawing arcs in the air as severed heads soared high in the heavens.


    Samael rolled off the wooden deck as he swiftly rose up, his feet whipping forward, sending the dead corpses of the Arfin''s flying.


    Erubin on the other side of the deck threw a myriad of precise thrusts, each blow tearing a hole through the skulls of the creatures.


    His men, however, didn''t fare well as the abominations ruthlessly flocked them, leaving them tired and wounded.


    They''re not going to last much longer, Samael thought.


    Taking a glance forward, Samael stepped back, nimbly avoiding an Arfin''s claw. He countered with a flying knee, caving the chest of the abomination as it fell off the ledge.


    Meanwhile, Ajax calmly broke through the horde, his elongated shadow tendrils impaling the enemies as they fell back to where they came.


    Without sparing a single second, Samael ran full speed ahead, his blade weaving back and forth as the sharp edges of Crimson Raven cleaved through the enemies like butter.


    Blood fell down like rain, bathing Samael and all aboard the ship in their iron stench. Guts, flesh, and organs slid off the wet floor, gathering in bundles for all to witness.


    Grunts, screams, and roars thundered in the air, along with the sickening bangs of corpses plummeting down the deck.


    However, the enemies remain steadfast. Samael would cut one head only for two to replace it.


    Samael withdrew his arms as he muttered. "Hover blades."


    Solidified Void matter swivelled over Samael''s forearms, taking the shape of three black daggers.


    Through his will, the daggers coursed through the air, circling his body in their embrace. Each time faster than the last, until all that can be seen is a dark ring surrounding Samael.


    Samael burst forth, meeting the abominations head-on.


    Screams of agony reverberated in the air as the Arfin''s were torn to shreds. However, Samael showed no mercy as he mowed down through the enemy ranks, turning them into nothing but pieces of flesh.


    Near the middle of the deck, Erubin cleaved through two abominations, his gaze shifting towards the unguarded door leading down.


    "What the..." Erubin muttered under his breath.


    "Where¡ª" Erubin''s words were cut off as he stepped foot on a torn arm.


    "This tattoo... Fuck!" Erubin scowled.


    "MEN! GUARD THE DOORS! DON''T LET ANYTHING PASS THROUGH!" Erubin roared as he billowed forward.


    The two remaining soldiers under Erubin followed closely, their faces grim and their shoulders slumped. They cannot mourn yet. No one can. Not here.


    The Arfin''s shifted their attention towards the men, their gazes glinting malevolently.


    Near the front of the boat, Samael severed another head, its corpse falling limp.


    They''re endless! Samael thought.


    He shifted his vision forward, towards the other side of the river¡ª His ears perked up as a scream echoed in the air.


    "ARGHHH!!!"


    Samael jerked his head back, his eyes jolting open.


    Erubin and his men fought waves upon waves of Arfin''s slowly overwhelming their formation.


    The abominations clawed, bit, and held them down, their wounds piling by the second.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Samael zoomed ahead. His arms recoiled back as he catapulted Crimson Raven in full force, the sharp edges of the blade humming in the air.


    The axe drew an arc, steadily mowing down the enemy as their bisected corpses piled, forming a small mountain.


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    "Return!" Samael roared as he catched the weapon mid-air.


    Utilising his momentum, Samael came crashing down with reckoning force, blowing away the dead Arfin''s off deck.


    In the midst of chaos, Samael swiftly lashed his arm forward. The hover blades followed close as the daggers shot forth, cleanly punching a hole through the enemies.


    Samael wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his gaze fixated on one of Erubin''s men laying on the ground, cold and lifeless. His arms and legs clawed off his body.


    "Fuck!" Erubin spat out in pure rage, his bloodshot eyes locking into the approaching Arfin''s.


    The man rose to his feet, his hands tightly grasping the hilt of his blade, when Samael''s hand held him in place.


    "Don''t," Samael warned.


    Erubin jerked Samael''s arm, but to no avail.


    "WHY?" Erubin roared.


    Samael''s arm whipped back, a loud bang resonating in the air.


    "Revenge is a privilege every man deserves, but that doesn''t mean I''ll let you go at the cost of your life, wasting all your men''s sacrifice," Samael said.


    Life was simply cold and ruthless. Deaths were as common as the cold morning wind.


    "Wake up, we''re in battle; get your shit off the gutter," Samael harshly uttered.


    Right now, they have no use for people being driven by their emotions. They need warriors, men who can fight so they may live to see another day, and if Erubin were to be a burden, then Samael would be glad to knock him out.


    Erubin held his crimson cheek, a smudge of clarity resurfacing off his pupils.


    "I''m sorry," he muttered.


    Samael tilted his head back. "I don''t need your apology; I need you to kill."


    Erubin raised his blade, his eyes sharp and cold. "I understand."


    "Good," Samael replied.


    Clattering sounds whispered in Samael''s ears as another group of Arfin''s came aboard, although they''re significantly lower compared to the previous swarms.


    Ajax has slowed them down; we mustn''t waste his effort, Samael thought.


    "You guys kill anything that gets past me," Samael said before his figure turned to a blur.


    The abominations screeched, their jagged teeth wide open for all to witness.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed, his lips parting ways.


    "Void Bind."


    Pitch black chains of Void matter rose from the ground, tightly latching onto the Arfin''s, searing their skin and digging deep into their green flesh.


    Screams of pain and torture escaped their lips, but were soon silenced as they fell like shards of broken glass, destroyed and dead.


    Samael whipped his axe back, ridding its dark blade of blood and flesh.


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    The shore is not far off; just a few more minutes, Samael thought, his gaze reaching far, a plethora of thoughts wreaking havoc in his mind.


    However, a single question remains above all.


    How did the Arfin''s go undetected by his Void Compass? A skill built to sense the presence of something or someone.


    Samael weaved to the side, nimbly dodging an abomination''s claw. He planted his foot on the ground as he delivered a sickening kick, pushing the creature off deck.


    As far as he knows, nothing should be able to go undetected within the range of an astral compass, much less something enhanced with his Void element.


    Unless...


    Does Arfin''s have great stealth capabilities? Samael couldn''t help but ask.


    No... Samael thought.


    If Arfin''s did indeed possess great stealth prowess, then why do they move so frantically?


    Their movements alone suggest they aren''t the type to move silently. Sure, they''re smarter than some, but not enough to fool a compass.


    Samael threw a downward slash, tearing an enemy in half and staining his cheeks.


    So a question remains.


    Just how did they go unnoticed?


    Focusing on his Void compass, Samael felt nothing but the violent waves and the cold wind caressing him. It was as though they were one with nature.


    Samael fixed his gaze upon an approaching abomination, carefully examining each and every movement it made.


    The Arfin ran on webbed feet, its arms freely swinging in the air. It looked almost sluggish, like a child learning to walk.


    Samael clenched his jaw as he severed the head of the beast.


    Ajax always told him to observe. Yet he fails to see anything. The only thing he notices is how oddly these creatures fought.


    They would throw themselves and swing their arms as though they were boneless. It''s certainly easy to dodge, but they more than make up for it with their numbers.


    Thinking about it, Icarius''s words kept echoing deep in Samael''s mind.


    "Everyone fights in their own way."


    Why does it bother him so much?


    Samael dove down as an Arfin breezed past him.


    Are they perhaps undetectable due to the way they fight?


    Samael''s gaze narrowed, his focus sharp as a finely honed blade, as he laid eyes upon an attacking foe.


    The arfin swung its arm sideways, yet he failed to sense it even as he watched it. He could only feel the wind brushing up against him.


    The creature opened its maw as it lunged forward. But to Samael, it felt like he was facing nothing but air.


    "Everyone fights in their own way."


    Everyone fights in their own way... Samael thought as he nimbly dodged one attack after the other.


    The Arfin''s moved in a unique way. They attacked as though their arms were whips and their bodies fleeting.


    It was exactly like...


    "Wind..." Samael muttered under his breath.


    Samael''s eyes widened.


    The Arfin''s were naturally gifted swimmers; their bodies are highly flexible. They also lurk within waters all their lives, enabling them to become highly accustomed to their environment.


    The way they ran looked odd. The movement of their feet, their arms, and the way they bobbed was as free as the wind.


    Because they''re mimicking the wind! Samael concluded.


    The Arfin''s bodies moved along with the wind. They''re also highly receptive to water due to their biological characteristics.


    They weren''t using a stealth skill; they were merely blending with how the wind and the water flowed, allowing them to advance undetected!


    It all makes sense! Samael thought.


    Whenever he focused on his senses, he couldn''t feel Arfin''s go. Instead, he could only feel the violent waves and the malevolent winds.


    But to make sure...


    Samael closed off his eyes, effectively cutting off his vision.


    Extending his Void compass out, Samael fixed his focus on how the wind flowed, strictly disabling his other senses.


    It was a gamble, but one he had to make.


    Sensing a gust of wind traversing his way, Samael tilted his head to the right. Noticing another wave, Samael jerked his head left.


    Did it work? Samael slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on an Arfin standing inches from him, confused and unsure of what just occurred.


    A small smile tugged at the corner of Samael''s lips.


    Jackpot.


    Samael threw his arm forward, cleanly separating the neck of the abomination.


    "Ajax!" Samael called out, luring the attention of the man.


    "I found it!" Samael said.


    Ajax''s visor perked up.


    "The reason we couldn''t sense them!" Samael resumed.


    "Elaborate," Ajax said as he ripped an abomination in half.


    "It''s not that they possess stealth! They were merely mimicking the way the wind moved and the waves flowed!" Samael roared, his voice reaching far and wide.


    Ajax shifted his gaze back down the hull, where dozens upon dozens of Arfin''s crawled out of the violent waters.


    Following Samael''s discovery, Ajax expanded his astral compass; his vision fixated on how the creatures crawled up.


    "So that''s how it is," Ajax muttered.


    Erubin and his man exchanged looks as they too expanded their astral compasses, their jaws slowly falling down the longer they watched the abominations move.


    "Son of a bitch," Erubin whispered in disbelief. To think the Arfin''s were capable of doing this baffles him. To think that the answer to one of their biggest problems stood under their very nose.


    With this, they have a chance.


    Now, it was their turn.

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    The sound of violent waves crashing upon the ship thundered in the air, along with the racing heartbeats of those that prevailed till now.


    They were played like fools in a slaughter. Ruthlessly tearing their bodies and their wills. To think that the very answers to their predicament lie under their nose...


    But no more.


    Now, the tables have turned.


    A gush of red miasma shrouded the ship in its entirety, creeping down to the last crevices of the boat. Devouring everything without mercy.


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    Samael''s grip tightened, his gaze sharp as a finely honed blade. Waves of Void matter delicately gushed out of his body.


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    An ear-shattering bang reverberated in the air as a black silhouette zoomed forward akin to an arrow, shattering the sound barrier with ease.


    The Arfin''s felt their blood run cold, along with a cold shiver drilling down their spines. They couldn''t move, blink, or speak. They were merely...


    Lambs to a slaughter.


    One they started.


    But now, one Samael will end.


    Samael moved in a zigzag, reaching speeds no mundane eyes could follow. Soon, the sound of bodies plummeting down the deck came one after the other.


    The drums of death had begun.


    Erubin''s eyes trembled, his breath hitched as he watched how the Arfin''s stood there. As though frozen in time.


    Feeling the warm sensation trickling down his body, his eyes shifted down as he fixed his gaze on his calloused palms.


    Blood.


    A droplet of blood nested in his palm.


    It was raining.


    Not water, but blood.


    Erubin''s gaze traveled down to his foot.


    Heads.


    The heads of the abominations slaughtering them mere moments ago all fell in a parade of death.


    As he laid eyes upon the black figure breezing through the wind, Erubin couldn''t help but ask himself:


    They were traveling with such monsters?


    BANG!


    A corpse fell.


    BANG! BANG!


    Two corpses fell.


    BANG! BANG! BANG!


    Three corpses fell.


    Soon, the melody of death danced in the air as continuous, resounding bangs resonated in the deck.


    Heads after heads rose high in the heavens, only to fall back to hell.


    This was no battle.


    This was but a massacre.


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    Samael''s hand weaved back and forth, cleanly severing heads after heads, his blade soaked crimson.


    The Arfins failed to react as Samael''s passive, Feeder, took root deep within their hearts. They could only watch as their kin were run down like pigs.


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    Cold and merciless, Samael appeared behind an abomination. Swiftly, he grasped the grotesque head of the creature, forcefully ripping it in half with one pull, staining his hands in their filth.


    Not wasting another second, Samael dragged his arm back, tearing holes through the abominations skulls residing near him.


    "Void latch," Samael muttered.


    Onyx-black tendrils of Void matter shot forward, tightly drilling down the flesh of the Arfin''s.


    With one forceful tug, Samael dragged the abominations towards him, their skin peeling off their bodies as they slid off the crimson-stained deck.


    The bundle of abominations came to a halt just before him, squirming in a futile attempt to escape.


    They shifted their gaze towards Samael''s cold, sharp eyes. They could only watch as he raised his foot high in the air.


    BANG!


    Then darkness took them.


    Samael dragged his foot on the deck, effectively wiping the mushed flesh of the Arfin''s under his sole.


    Expanding his Void compass further, Samael turned his head north, where the last remaining abominations stood frozen in fear.


    Their bodies trembled, and their senses bellowed in alarm. Yet, they couldn''t do anything. They knew that no matter what they did, he was still coming. He will never stop.


    Samael''s footsteps resonated in the deck, leaving hushed echoes in the wooden floor as he leisurely made his way towards the Arfin''s, torturing them even further.


    There was no mercy for them.


    None at all.


    With one last bang thundering in the air, it was over. Silence prevailed once more.


    "That took you long enough," Ajax mentioned as he carelessly sat on the railings, his feet swinging as though he didn''t take care of the abominations crawling up the hull.


    "When did you finish?" Samael asked, his eyes wide. As far as he knows, there were far more Arfin''s in the hull.


    "Some time ago," Ajax briefly replied.


    Samael kept silent as he approached the railings, his gaze traveling down the water.


    It was still and calm. One would think that it was a sight to behold if it weren''t for the fact that it was dyed in the blood of their enemies, along with hundreds upon thousands of their corpses drifting off its surface.


    So this is the power of a saint? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    Ajax managed to dispose of thousands of these Arfin''s before he could clear the deck. A feat even he finds hard to grasp.


    But logically speaking, a saint is a powerhouse many wish to govern. Yet not many attain Samael thought.


    Saints are beings on their way to transcend human limitations. They''re creatures capable of inflicting severe damage not just to monsters but to nations alike.


    This is the reason why saints are so desired. It is also the reason why each sanctuary has one guardian saint to protect them from dangers posed by abominations.


    A sanctuary without a saint is nothing but a sitting duck.


    Not only that, but saints are highly rare. You can count how many of them exist in Ergo in the palm of your hands.


    Samael''s gaze shifted toward Ajax.


    Ajax was an unprecedented phenomenon. No one expected his sudden appearance and rise to sainthood.


    "It''s still a mystery to me how no one has offered you riches to join their organizations," Samael mentioned.


    He expected that the moment word of Ajax''s feat was spread, they would be flocked by powerful people seeking his help. Yet, they barely encountered any.


    "My place is in the wilds, Samael; it''s not that there aren''t any. They''re simply unable to find me," Ajax replied.


    "However, some are simply unavoidable," Ajax resumed.


    Since the moment Ajax reached sainthood, he''s been constantly taking quests for a few simple reasons.


    He knew that many would wish to govern him, and he''s not the type to serve under someone.


    Another factor is that his sudden rank-up gave him power far beyond what he could''ve imagined. This messed up his control, and Ajax despises such changes.


    Unfortunately, there have been a few messages that got past him. No matter how much he wanted to avoid them, there was no escaping the fact that he still had to resupply every once in a while.


    Still, Ajax stood firm on his beliefs as he shot down one request after the other.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips. He hated politics. It was simply boring and complicated. Why does Ajax have to choose a side when he can be his own master?


    The mere thought of serving under someone irks Samael for some reason. So much that it may dampen his mood. Perhaps it''s because of his past; he simply doesn''t know.


    "With this speed, we should be able to reach shore soon," Samael said, his hand reaching out as he felt the wind take pace.


    Samael''s ears perked up as footsteps trailed towards them. It was Erubin. He was battered, pale, and gasping for air.


    "Status?" Ajax asked.


    Erubin took a sharp breath before replying. "The men are okay. Some Arfins managed to come down, but they were swiftly disposed off."


    "Casualties?" Ajax inquired once more.


    Erubin fell silent as he bit his lips hard, enough for blood to trickle down his chin. "...We lost two more men."


    Ajax speared a glance forward. No one uttered even a single word. It was the only thing they could do for the fallen.


    After their short moment of silence, Ajax rose to his feet.


    "Shore is not far off; it should take us no more than two minutes to make land. Prepare your men; we do not know the dangers lurking on the other side of this river," Ajax instructed.


    Erubin gave a stiff nod before storming off. The battle has rattled him, but he was a warrior nonetheless. He knew that they may grieve, but grieve only when out of danger''s reach.


    Samael grasped the cold metal railing as he gazed ahead. The icy sensation of the wind caressing his skin


    They survived. It was ov¡ª


    Samael''s Void compass bellowed in alarm, his hair standing on ends as a cold shiver ran down his spine.


    Ajax, on the other hand, jerked his head forward as he shot up, blade in tow.


    Samael could feel the tremors resonating within the metal railings and the sudden shift in the wind.


    A lone bead of sweat meandered down Samael''s forehead.


    What is this pressure? Samael wondered.


    Then came the earthquake.


    Samael and Ajax lowered their stance as the ship rocked uncontrollably, opting for Erubin and his men to tumble in surprise.


    Erubin came up the deck, his breathing ragged as he ran up to Ajax and Samael.


    "What is going on?!" he asked in a panic.


    The air was stale and heavy; it was hard to breathe and move. Whatever was causing the disturbance was doing a great job at it.


    Ajax remained silent, his atmosphere grim. His gaze remained fixed on the water, his silhouette steady as stone.


    Erubin''s gaze darted to Ajax and Samael.


    "What is going¡ª" Erubin''s words were cut off as Ajax spoke.


    "Leviathan cub," Ajax said.


    Samael shot a glance at Ajax, a smudge of confusion lingering in his eyes.


    Leviathan cub...? He asked himself.


    It was a familiar word. But where did he see it?


    Wait... Leviathan... Samael thought, his eyes frying open. Dread taking root deep in his heart.


    Leviathan. An abomination of great horror. It lurks deep in the depths of the water, waiting for the day it rises to the surface.


    A beast of legends. An abomination even Saints fear.


    Samael''s gaze slowly shifted towards the water, his Void compass reaching deep.


    His breath hitched.


    "LEVIATHAN CUB!" Samael roared.


    Erubin and the rest flinched in surprise, confusion dancing in their pupils.


    Erubin came forward. "W-what are you doing?"


    "PREPARE THE HARPOONS!" Samael screamed, cutting off Erubin as he hastily ran towards the steel spears hanging on the walls.


    Erubin sewed his mouth tight. Whatever was causing the absurd pressure was enough to rattle Samael; this was not normal.


    Erubin followed Samael closely as they took the harpoons down for preparation. Some of Erubin''s men also came up to provide assistance.


    Ajax, on the other hand, remained in his position, dark shadow tendrils swirling behind him.


    He had no doubt. What was lurking in the water was a leviathan cub.


    That foul stench of rotting corpses accompanied by the smell of salt. This absurd pressure and the cold sensation drilling through their bones.


    It was definitely a leviathan cub.


    Ajax had many questions pestering his mind. How did a leviathan cub get here? When did it get here? Why was it here?


    This creature is known to live deep in the ocean''s domain, bathing in the darkness from whence it came.


    Leviathan cubs may be young, but they''re still the offspring of a full-blown leviathan, an abomination of the morph rank, a being so strong it defies human logic.


    If the mother is a morph-rank beast, then this leviathan cub...


    Is a saint.

 CH37-Tirnu River IV

    The tremors resonating deep under the violent waves shook the boat harder by the second.


    The once-blue sky had turned dark with the occasional streaks of lightning, leaving luminescent gashes in the heavens.


    The pressure emitting from the dyed water had peaked over time, paralysing some of the men onboard.


    Samael had to enable his astral veil to combat the adverse effects of the pressure the Leviathan cub has been firing.


    Ajax, on the other hand, stood unfazed even under the monstrous waves sent by the beast. However, he remained idle as he intently watched the disturbed waters.


    There were many questions on his mind. What saint rank was the Leviathan? How will he fight, seeing how he''s restricted by the terrain? What was the effect of the Abominations subzone?


    By now, he''s already certain that the ominous clouds brewing above their heads are caused by the subzone of the leviathan cub.


    This was a battle they couldn''t win. At least not in their current conditions.


    If they wish to prevail, the only way to do so is to get on shore, where he and Samael can fight the beast.


    But how?


    The abomination was blocking their path, forbidding them an exit they could use.


    The abomination will soon come out, and in its wake, it will destroy everything. Harpoons won''t even leave a dent on the skin of the beast.


    What can they do?


    "Samael, hurry and make for shore," Ajax said.


    Samael shifted his gaze at Ajax, and for the first time in a very long time, he saw uncertainty in the man''s eyes.


    This was a battle they could not win.


    "MAKE FOR SHORE!" Samael roared as he sent his astral pressure forward, warding off the Leviathan cub''s influence.


    The men violently gasped for air, their chests raging up and down as they sprawled on the floor. Their nails digging deep in the deck.


    They were pale white, drenched in sweat, and wounded. Their conditions were worsening by the second. But they didn''t have a choice.


    Samael clenched his jaw.


    "Move! We don''t have much time!" Samael bellowed as he helped the men up.


    Jerking his head back, Samael''s gaze landed on the helm, where the old man steering the boat had collapsed.


    "Shit," Samael muttered under his breath as he propelled himself forward, gently landing beside the unconscious man.


    A resounding sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he heard the faint beat of the man''s heart along with the weak movement in his chest.


    Samael took a sharp breath as he placed his two fingers on the man''s forehead.


    This is going to hurt. Hold tight, Samael thought as he gathered his astral pressure towards the tips of his fingers.


    If astral pressure can knock people out, it can also shock them back up. It will be painful, but they don''t have time.


    A small pulse travelled through the unconscious man, rudely awakening him from his slumber.


    The old man jolted upwards, his hand tightly grasping Samael''s shoulders. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were darting back and forth in panic, a smudge of pain hiding behind his pupils.


    "W-what the fuc¡ª" The old man''s words were cut short as Samael shook him, luring his attention.


    "Can you move?" Samael asked in haste.


    The man fixed his gaze on Samael, his brows furrowed tight. "I-I d-don''t understand."


    "CAN YOU MOVE?" Samael repeated his question.


    The man recoiled in surprise as he nodded rapidly.


    "Good, take the helm and wait for further orders," Samael said before taking off towards the deck.


    "Ajax, how much time do we have? Do you have a plan?" Samael asked in rapid succession.


    Ajax remained focused on the water as he replied. "Make for shore as fast as we can."


    Samael fell silent. There was no plan. Not against this enemy.


    "I will try to hold it back; that''s the best I can do," Ajax said.


    Samael gave a stiff nod. They have a chance. A single measly chance of escape.


    With a forceful kick to the ground, Samael''s figure turned to a blur, only appearing behind the ship as he stood on the railings.


    Slowly, his hand morphed black as dark smoke gushed out of his palms.


    This has to work, Samael thought, as a surge of Void matter jetted off his hands and into the water, knocking it back as it pushed the ship ahead.


    The boat rocked forward, nearly knocking the men onboard. They held tight to their posts, their grunts leaving trails of echo in the air as they paddled with all their might.


    Beads of cold sweat trickled down Samael''s forehead, some drenching his back. Sustaining a continuous flow of void matter at this intensity was no meagre task.


    He also had to control the way the Void matter shot out to maximise the speed of the ship.


    Keep going... Samael thought, his hair fluttering back as the wind took pace slowly but surely.


    That''s it! Keep going! Samael cheered.


    Samael''s eyes shifted towards the horizon, far towards the shore. It wasn''t far off.


    Samael''s face lit up. We''re going to make it¡ª


    SKRAAAAAAA!!!!!


    An ear-shattering roar bellowed from deep within the depths of the river, sending cold shivers down their spines.


    Samael''s hair stood on ends, his blood turning cold. His Void compass rang in alarm, warning him of danger far beyond what he could combat.


    The ship came to a sudden halt, sending all the men sprawling forward. It didn''t take long for the boat to shake rapidly.


    The torrent of Void matter jetting off Samael''s hand came to a stop. Slowly, his gaze travelled forward.


    Samael''s breath hitched as he watched the water rise high in the heavens. Akin to a tsunami capable of wiping cities in a mere flick.


    From the rising tide, a pressure so heavy struck the ship, nearly sinking the vessel and knocking half the men cold.


    Samael''s jaw clenched, his grunt reverberating as he struggled to hold back the astral pressure of the beast.


    Eventually, the water halted its advance.


    Then came the beast.


    Samael winced as the pillar of water erupted into an explosion of insane proportion. It travelled high in the air and fell down in the form of rain.


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    It created rain. Samael thought in disbelief.


    How can such beings exist? To hold enough power to influence weather... They''re just playing God now.


    From the mist, a titanic silhouette came into view. The beast was so large that it nearly blocked the sun.


    Samael''s eyes quivered, and his jaw hanged open as he laid eyes upon the Abomination blocking their path.


    So this was a leviathan cub?


    The creature stood towering in height, dwarfing their ship and the entire crew in its radiance.


    Its body appeared similar to a worm with a maw filled with sharp fangs. It''s crimson eyes lit the surroundings red as it flailed its arms around.


    It was a creature of horror. One born from the depths.


    Ajax''s grip tightened, his visor tilting upwards as he faced the beast eye-to-eye. With one step forward, a blast of astral pressure shot forward, pushing back the astral pressure of the Leviathan cub.


    The Abomination released a bloodcurdling screech as it tilted its massive body towards their location.


    They have its attention now.


    "I''ll buy you time; move," Ajax said as he marched ahead, braving the full might of the saint Abomination alone.


    Samael gave a nod. Yet questions still raged in his mind.


    How will they even escape?


    Samael''s eyes shifted towards the enormous beast, a sense of dread taking root in his heart.


    Streaks of lightning thundered in the air, striking the water surrounding them at random.


    The men couldn''t do anything but slump down in desperation. What else can they do? They could only pray for a swift death.


    However, even that seems far-fetched.


    An ear-shattering bang whipped one after the other, along with shockwaves of unparalleled strength.


    Their strikes alone cause this much effect, how will we escape? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    Samael had to brace himself, as he would''ve been knocked away by the lashes of wind assaulting their vessel.


    Up ahead, Ajax used his shadow tendrils to latch and swing around the air, completely distracting the beast.


    The leviathan cub swung its arm, but to no avail; Ajax was simply too fast.


    Ajax would swing under the beast''s attack, swiftly and precisely landing hits on the abomination.


    One would think he was winning except for the fact that the Leviathan cub was regenerating the damage dealt by Ajax.


    Samael stood frozen in place, his mind running in full gear as he watched how Ajax swung around, cleverly using the momentum generated by the beast to maneuver mid air.


    Wait... Samael''s gaze lowered, his brows furrowed tight.


    That... That might just work! Samael speared a glance ahead, an idea brewing behind his pupils.


    He fixed his gaze on the movement of the Abomination, intently analysing each and every move it made.


    The beast wasn''t smart by any means. Had it had even a smudge of intelligence, it would''ve struck them down first. Yet, Ajax''s simple antics have completely captured its attention.


    Because no matter how high its rank is, it''s still a cub.


    The beast attacks mindlessly, uncaring for how much damage it takes.


    It''s dumber than I thought... Samael thought.


    Then, if that''s the case... This might just work, indeed, Samael thought.


    "Prepare the Harpoons!" Samael instructed.


    The men shared a glance, a smudge of confusion lingering in their pupils.


    "But why...? This beast cannot be harmed by mere harpoons, so why...?" The men asked.


    Samael stepped up the railings, Crimson Raven at hand.


    "We''re not harming the beast; we''re riding it," Samael said, his figure leaping upwards at a speed no mundane man can see.


    Erubin''s men gazed absentmindedly, as though what Samael said made absolutely no sense.


    They couldn''t even harm the leviathan cub and now he''s proposing they ride it? Was he insane?


    However, Erubin''s eyes shone bright as he understood what Samael meant.


    "MEN! GET YOUR SHIT OFF THE GUTTER! MAN THE HARPOONS AND WAIT FOR SAMAEL''S COMMANDS!" Erubin roared as he ran towards the steel spears.


    The men stared at Erubin with their jaws fried wide. Now even their captain is going mad.


    Noticing the soldiers reluctance, Erubin halted his steps, his back facing the desperate soldiers.


    "So that''s how it will be...? You''ll just sit there praying for a swift death against an enemy you know you can''t defeat...?" Erubin muttered.


    Erubin''s soldiers lowered their glances, shame gripping their hearts to pieces.


    They know they can''t defeat the beast, they know they''re weak and that they''re tired. But what else can they do except wait for their demise? It was a saint for goodness sake!


    "Did Samael grovel before this Saint?" Erubin asked, breaking the men from their desperate stupor.


    The soldiers eye''s trembled, their hands balling to a fist.


    "Are you all just going to give up when faced against a wall so high it seems nigh implausible to climb?" Erubin asked.


    The men remained silent. They couldn''t face Erubin.


    "BRAVE YOUR FEAR! WE''RE SOLDIERS! WE WERE BORN FOR THIS!" Erubin roared, his fist clenched tight.


    The soldiers jerked their head up, their eyes quivering as they watched Erubin walk towards the harpoons, his trembling hands grasping the cold surface of the weapons.


    Erubin himself was afraid.


    But he chose to move forward.


    "DID WE MAKE IT HERE WITHOUT SACRIFICES?! DID OUR COMRADES DIE FOR NOTHING?!" He asked, bright flames burning behind his pupils.


    The men shared one last look before gritting their teeth.


    "STAND YOUR GROUND! MARCH AHEAD EVEN IF DEATH AWAITS US, THAT, THAT IS OUR BURDEN!" Erubin bellowed.


    The soldiers slowly rose to their feet, their knees trembling yet their eyes burned as bright as the morning sun.


    This was a battle they couldn''t run away from. Were they so blinded by fear they forgot who they were?


    "WHO ARE WE MEN?!" Erubin asked.


    The soldiers marched forward, their spirits unyielding as they dragged the weapons up front. Together they roared...


    "WE. ARE. WATCHERS!"


    Meanwhile, Ajax threw one attack after the other, but the Leviathan cub had regeneration far beyond what normal abominations possess.


    The beast lunged at Ajax, closing its maw in an attempt to devour the Shadow Saint. However, Ajax nimbly avoided the attack by manoeuvring mid-air through the use of his shadow tendrils.


    Seizing the opportunity, Ajax shot a skill forward.


    "Saw whip."


    An elongated shadow whip struck the beast in the back. However, the edge of the whip was jagged, violently tearing chunks of flesh from the abomination''s pale skin.


    The beast released a cry of pain, its body swinging back and forth, but Ajax held tight.


    Unfortunately, not for long.


    The damage caused by the whip rapidly regenerated before Ajax''s eyes; the flesh of the Leviathan cub sewed itself shut, not leaving a single scar.


    The beast jerked its head back towards the saint, rage and anger emanating from its gaze as it swung its claw towards Ajax.


    "Shadow ju¡ª" Ajax''s words were cut short when a silhouette appeared inches from the abomination''s face, holding an axe he was highly familiar with.


    "Null thrust."


    The Abomination flinched as it jerked its head sideways.


    But it was too late.


    Large, concentrated Void matter gushed out of Samael''s fist, swarming his entire hand in a flash.


    Samael knows he can''t damage a saint on his own, but that doesn''t count for vital, unprotected parts of their body.


    Without hesitation, Samael embedded his fist into Leviathan''s left eye, completely crushing it.


    The abomination roared in agony as it weaved around frantically.


    Unforgiving shockwaves assaulted Samael''s body, nearly catapulting him away.


    Now''s the chance! Samael thought.


    Samael jerked his head back, purple glowing lines etched deep in his throat.


    "The Harpoons! NOW!" Samael bellowed, his voice reaching far and wide.


    Erubin and his men gave a nod as they fired the steel spears towards the abomination. Some of the harpoons harmlessly bounced off the skin of the creature, but others wrapped around its limbs and body.


    It''s time, Samael thought.


    "OVER HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Samael roared, luring the attention of the beast towards him.


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    Jackpot Samael thought, a wide grin etched in his visage.


    The abomination shifted its gaze towards Samael, onyx-dark smoke jetting off its left eye.


    Due to the unique properties of Samael''s element, the beast will surely be unable to regenerate the damage done to its body.


    Now, with his passive "lure," Samael has successfully seized the beast''s rage along with its attention.


    The stage was set.


    "Void latch," Samael muttered.


    Dark, elongated tendrils of Void matter shot forward, tightly wrapping themselves around the Abomination''s skin.


    The leviathan cub roared in rage. It''s maw fried open as it lunges towards Samael.


    It''s over, Samael thought.


    Utilising his Void latch, Samael swung ahead, nimbly dodging the attack of the creature.


    Witnessing the abomination attack, Erubin''s eyes widened.


    "BRACE!" he roared.


    The steel cables attached to the harpoons spun uncontrollably, producing luminescent sparks as they came to an absolute halt.


    Samael''s grin widened further.


    Fly Samael thought.


    "Shi¡ª" Erubin''s words were cut off as the ship was dragged off the water, soaring high in the sky by the power of the abomination.


    The men held tight in the railings, the unforgiving wind lashing unto their faces as they descended rapidly.


    "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Erubin muttered to himself.


    BOOM!!!


    The ship landed in a reckoning boom, stirring the dust and forming a small crater in its descent.


    Some of the men were thrown off board, landing safely on the brown earth.


    Yes, earth.


    They''ve made land.


    It worked! Samael thought.


    The leviathan cub released another cry, its limbs grasping Samael''s Void latch as it lunged forward in an attempt to devour him.


    "Too slow," Ajax''s voice echoed.


    Ajax breezed past Samael, swiftly severing the latch in one fell swoop. Not wasting another second, the saint grabbed Samael using his shadow tendrils, dragging him away from death''s door.


    Gently, Ajax and Samael landed on the shore, unharmed and in mint condition.


    Erubin''s men fell silent for a moment... Then their roars reverberated in the air.


    They survived a saint. They get to live another day.


    Ajax and Samael rose to their feet, their blades in tow, as Ajax muttered.


    "Shadow spawn: Igram."


    "Shadow spawn: Merlin."


    Specks of Shadow matter swiveled in the ground, rising higher as the second ticked by eventually taking the form of two humanoid shadow. One adorned in armor wielding a familiar greatsword, the other appeared basic in comparison.


    It almost looked as though it wore nothing. Just a man composed of shadows but Samael could feel the power emanating from the shadow spawn.


    However, Ajax wasn''t done yet.


    "Shadow weave: Battle Saint."


    Like flames, bundles of shadow matter ignited off of Ajax''s body, clinging tight to his body as it formed a set of arm.


    Ajax took a step forward as he cracked his neck.


    "Let''s end this."

 CH38-Tirnu River v

    The cold morning wind wafted through Samael''s disheveled hair, caressing his skin with its icy touch.


    Much like the atmosphere, everyone witnessing the standoff between the two opposing forces felt the tension hanging in the air. like a finely honed dagger hovering mere inches from their throats.


    The pressure emitted by the Leviathan cub has gone worse over time, sending shockwaves and further disturbing the water.


    Unfortunately, the damage done by Samael had begun regenerating, a feat baffling him as his Void purity had gone up over the course of time.


    Its regeneration is out of this world! Samael thought, his visage grim.


    If they were to defeat the beast, they could only do one of two things. Either deal significantly large damage, so large that the leviathan cub will be forced to slow down, or use his Void element to impede the abomination''s healing factor.


    Assessing the situation carefully, they have the advantage of numbers. That fact also goes for wits and coordination.


    The Leviathan cub isn''t smart. It relies heavily on its instincts and has barely used a skill. The only trace of ability it has shown is its utilization of its subzone. But even so, it fails miserably.


    Still, their opponent is a saint. A creature capable of manipulating weather upon its wims


    But what matters right now is for the others to escape. Erubin and the rest of his crew cannot withstand the full power of two saints fighting. He''s seen one before when Antrax and Ajax fought, and he merely lasted for minutes before going into a coma for days!


    We need to buy time, Samael concluded as he shifted his gaze towards the crashed boat.


    "Leave! We''ll buy you time!" Samael roared, luring the attention of the passengers.


    Erubin rose to his feet, stepping forward as he replied. "We can still fight¡ª"


    "No! Leave. Now!" Samael interjected, silencing the man.


    Right now, Erubin and his crew were nothing but...


    Baggage.


    It would serve him and Ajax better if Erubin would vacate the place as fast as they could before the whole river becomes their field of battle, and it appears it won''t be too long.


    A deep, curdling screech thundered in the air, sending chills down their spines and rattling their bones. Samael could feel the dirt tremor under his soles, and the wind harshly whip his face.


    "Do we have a plan?" Samael asked.


    Ajax tightened his grip, the sharp edge of his blade glimmering under the golden rays of the afternoon sun.


    "It appears that it can''t properly move on the ground yet, so we immobilize it to keep it off shore," Ajax said.


    "We''ll use your Void element to hinder its regeneration as I continuously deal damage," he followed.


    Samael gave a stiff nod as onyx-dark Void matter swirled in his hand, swiftly enveloping Crimson Raven.


    The leviathan cub shot a glare towards the shore, its crimson eyes burning in fury as it completely snuffed out the traces of Void matter lingering in its left pupil.


    It had begun.


    The leviathan cub lunged forward; its maws wide open, revealing a sharp set of teeth.


    However, Samael and the rest nimbly avoided the attack.


    A thunderous explosion reverberated in the air as chunks of earth flew high into the heavens.


    It can jump?! Samael thought in bewilderment. But it was an opportunity. A leviathan is a beast that excels in its home field. Take that away, and it will be greatly weakened.


    Not wasting another second, Samael''s figure turned into a blur, followed closely by multiple thunderclaps as he appeared above the beast.


    "Void Fire," Samael muttered.


    Samael extended his finger as purple lines etched themselves at his fingertips, releasing a lush glow as they brought forth destruction.


    Multiple rapid explosions shook the earth as Samael fired one Void fire after the other, scorching the pale skin of the abomination black.


    "AJAX!" Samael roared.


    "On it," Ajax replied as he appeared beside the cub, sword in tow.


    "Shadow piercer," Ajax muttered as large, concentrated shadow matter swiveled in his blade, forming a needle-like aura.


    Ajax''s blade descended with reckoning fury, intending to end the battle once and for all¡ª A burst of astral pressure shot out of the beasts body, effortlessly tearing the ground away and knocking Ajax and Samael back.


    Samael struck the ground multiple times before coming to a halt; traces of cracks marred his vessel.


    Samael''s groan echoed in the air as he rose to his feet. His hands trembling, and his eyes quivering.


    BLECH!


    A mouthful of blood trickled down Samael''s lips and into his hand, staining his clothes and painting the ground red.


    Shit... Samael thought.


    Shifting his gaze ahead, Samael fixated his eyes on Ajax defiantly challenging the leviathan cub in a battle of astral pressure.


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    It appeared as though two domes of unknown origin struck each other mercilessly.


    The wind lashed in rage, the ground shook in terror, and the dust billowed high in the air as the clash went on.


    Slowly, the leviathan cub rose to its feet, spearing a glance towards Ajax as its pressure gradually grew higher.


    Samael clenched his jaw as a burst of astral veil enveloped his body in its protective embrace.


    Shifting his gaze back, Samael couldn''t help but curse under his breath.


    Erubin and his men weren''t too far off; if Ajax and the abomination''s clash kept going, they would sweep everyone and everything in their path. including Erubin and the others.


    Samael lowered his stance as another wave of pressure nearly swept him off his feet.


    The ground had cracked, showing the dirt underneath. The water in the river pushed back under the overwhelming clash of the two saints.


    It won''t be long.


    Samael grasped the ground tight as he propelled himself forward, breezing through the wind like an arrow.


    On the other hand, Ajax slowly but steadily marched towards the Leviathan cub, steadfastly braving the waves of pressure the beast sent before him.


    Without hesitation, Ajax took the notch up even higher, successfully forming a crater underneath their feet.


    The abomination recoiled back, barely avoiding a tumble. Accepting Ajax''s challenge, the creature fired back in response.


    Ajax''s grunt reverberated in the air, his steel boots skidding off the ground. Without a second thought, Ajax dug his foot in the dirt, dialing up his astral pressure even higher.


    The abomination released a war cry as it poured its all, creating a dome of astral pressure so strong it wiped off everything in its path.


    Ajax braced himself, a roar escaping his lips as a burst of astral pressure jetted off his vessel, furiously slamming into the approaching dome.


    "ARGHHHHH!" Ajax bellowed, his blade drilled deep in the ground, barely holding him from flying.


    The beast screeched in return, its massive body slowly skidding back.


    The two domes grinded each other, producing a humming sound and evaporating any unfortunate being in between.


    Erubin and his men watched the enormous scene in front of their eyes; their jaws dropped wide as the wind whipped their hair back. a single question lingering in their mind.


    How can someone have so much power?


    The humming noise grew louder by the second, resonating within the air as it traveled far and wide.


    Eventually, all in the nearest 2 kilometers were engulfed in blinding light, devouring all blocking its path, Erubin and his men included.


    The blinding flash drowned their vessels in the lights might, temporarily blinding them and bestowing upon acceptance that it was over for them.


    After all, how can they survive two saints?


    However, in its midst, Samael''s figure appeared, gently landing on the dirt as he muttered.


    "Void Dome."


    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!


    An ear-shattering explosion thundered in the air, followed by rageful shockwaves wiping away everything near Ajax and the Leviathan cub.


    The ground shook, the dust stirred, and chunks of earth rained down like rain.


    Erubin felt the world stop for a moment, his life flashing before his eyes. Yet, death never came for him.


    Erubin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze widening as he saw Samael stand before him, arms raised ahead.


    There stood a dome so dark that no light could pierce it. But that dome had cracks marring its visage as it slowly fell down like shattered glass.


    "Wha¡ª" Erubin''s words were cut short when Samael fell to his knee, blood gushing out of his orifices.


    Erubin and his men rushed to Samael, checking his condition, when the man roared.


    "GO! RUN!" Samael instructed, tears of blood meandering down his cheeks, his bloodshot eyes fixated at the tower of smoke left behind by the two saints.


    Erubin tightened his fist, shame and anger welling in his heart. They wanted to help, and they really do. But with their power, they''re nothing but a burden, weighing Samael down.


    "...Understood," Erubin muttered in reply.


    "MEN! GET YOURSELF UP AND RUN! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" Erubin bellowed.


    The soldiers gritted their teeth as they shakily rose to their feet, their blades acting as canes.


    Samael closed his eyes, his fist trembling as he muttered.


    "Regeneration..."


    He slowly opened his eyes, a bundle of nerves etching lines on his skin. His muscles squirming like worms burrowing under his flesh.


    Regeneration allows him to heal faster than others, but it''s extremely painful, as he could feel his organs stitch themselves back and his bones snap back to their rightful place.


    Within a minute or two, Samael painstakingly rose to his feet. He wasn''t fully healed yet, but just enough to allow him to fight.


    Regeneration burns a great deal of essence; it won''t be long until he uses his saved-up essence in his Void charge.


    Void Dome allows him to protect many people at once, but to tank an attack of that magnitude still contained an inevitable rebound.


    Samael wiped his lips, and he spat on the side, ridding his mouth of the familiar taste of blood.


    With a blink of his eyes, white specks swiveled in his pupils.


    "All seeing eye," Samael muttered.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the towering smoke, his eyes narrowing down as he peered deep into the dust.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips, along with a sense of dread. He could see Ajax''s life aura, but so does the leviathan cub, albeit faintly.


    Eventually, Ajax''s figure formed from the thinning smoke, revealing his armor, which was dented and damaged.


    On the other hand, the abomination rose to its feet, its pale body slowly morphing back into shape.


    What a shitty ability Samael couldn''t help but scowl in exasperation.


    The Abomination released a deep roar as it bared its fangs at Ajax, seemingly forgetting Samael''s existence.


    Its jaw fell wide open, extending to lengths Samael''s brain couldn''t have predicted.


    What the... Samael''s thought process came to a halt as his Void compass rang in alert, warning him of impending danger.


    Then came the rain.


    From the thunderclouds brought upon by the Leviathan cub, a sudden downpour caught Samael by surprise, opting for him to glance up.


    It summoned rain using its subzone...? Samael thought, a smudge of confusion lingering in his pupils.


    However, his bewilderment only grew wilder as he witnessed the raindrops hover mere inches from the ground. It was a beautiful scene, but Samael felt his heart go cold.


    This... Don''t tell me... Samael''s gaze slowly wandered towards the beast, his eyes frying open by the second.


    The droplets of water moved in waves, forming lines upon lines as they swarmed the maws of the beast.


    The droplets of rain swiveled and circled the abomination, swiftly merging as they flocked each other mercilessly.


    Within seconds, before Samael eyes stood a giant sphere of water, resting near the jaws of the Leviathan cub, nearly blocking the sun in its might.


    Samael couldn''t remove his eyes from the creature, dread taking root deep in his heart.


    Ajax, on the other hand, tightened his grip on his blade as he swiftly called upon Igram and Merlin.


    The trusty shadow knight came forward without fear, braving the ginormous sphere of water mere meters away from it.


    Raising its shadow blade high in the air, Igram impaled his weapon deep into the ground, forming a makeshift shield.


    Igram, much like Ajax, had evolved over time, forming skills, and with new skills comes greater power.


    Igram''s adaptive ability has soared as time goes on. Igram can not only adapt faster, but he can hasten this process by personally tanking the attack Ajax wishes him to learn.


    Igram has acquired regeneration capabilities at the cost of Ajax''s essence. A small trade for an ability capable of changing the tides of battle


    "Merlin," Ajax said, calling forth the shadow spawn Samael had never seen before.


    Merlin came forward confidently, unafraid of the threat posed by the abomination.


    The shadow spawn raised its hand forward, summoning waves upon waves of shadows, forming a large armor similar to that of Igram.


    The shadow armor enveloped Igram in its embrace, doubling the shadow''s defensive capabilities off the roof.


    Merlin wasn''t simply unafraid; he was confident. He was a shadow spawn capable of utilizing a plethora of skills. Unlike Ajax, who can only copy abilities for a limited period of time, Merlin may keep a single ability from his enemies.


    Their preparations were complete, but so was the leviathan cub.


    The sphere of water lowered ever so slowly, and before Samael''s eyes, the abomination swallowed the sphere of water in one fell swoop.


    It lowered its jaw, spearing it towards Ajax and his spawn as its maw glew incandescent.


    A lone bead of sweat meandered down Samael''s forehead as he uttered.


    "Shit."

 CH39-Tirnu River VI (Final)

    Cold beads of sweat trickled down Samael''s forehead, drenching his back as his heart galloped wildly.


    His eyes trembled, his body tensed, and his breath hitched as he watched the abomination''s maw glow incandescent.


    Samael didn''t know the range of effect the skill has, but his Void compass rang warnings in his head.


    Samael clenched his jaw. With a forceful kick to the ground, his figure flew back, sending pieces of dirt forward as he breezed in the air.


    The leviathan cub remained frozen in position, locked tight to Ajax and his shadow spawn.


    Occasional waves would disperse off of its lips, sending mild shockwaves more frequently than the last.


    Samael spared not a single glance as he kept dashing forward, creating as much distance as he could from the two saints.


    To think that the leviathan cub would use an ability now is out of his calculations.


    On the other hand, Ajax and his spawn braced for the worst. Merlin kept casting one skill after the other, boosting their defenses off the roof.


    Igram tightened his grip, his blade emanating strength and fortitude.


    The shockwaves kept coming after each other, akin to drums gaining pace; their beat far stronger and more ferocious than before.


    Samael felt the atmosphere weigh him down; his hair stood on ends, and for a moment he felt everything stop.


    The shockwaves came to a sudden halt as the beast''s jaw fell open, unleashing the horrors underneath and engulfing everything in a blinding flash.


    Samael''s figure was devoured by the light, drowning everything around him in its high glory.


    Samael cast a glance over his shoulder, his bloodshot eyes widening.


    Oh shi¡ª


    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!


    Before Samael''s eyes, the leviathan cub shot forth a straight blue blast, lighting the entire shore and casting shadows in its wake.


    The explosion thundered in the air, drowning out all sounds except its fury.


    The blast extended as far as Samael could see, reaching way past the river and the other side of the shore.


    The attack towered high in the sky, blowing off the clouds unfortunate enough to nestle near it.


    Not wasting another second, Samael dug Crimson''s raven deep into the ground as he grasped the coarse earth, rooting himself in place.


    With an explosion like this, there''s no doubt¡ª! Samael''s thoughts were interrupted when a blast of wind struck him square in the face, nearly knocking him off his feet.


    The shockwave was so strong that it uprooted the trees two to three kilometers from the blast radius.


    Large chunks of earth and boulders soared in the sky, descending down like a rain of fire as the projectiles tore through the ground, creating more chaos.


    Samael''s figure fluttered wildly under the revolting wind, veins etching lines in his arms as he gripped Crimson Raven''s hilt with all his might.


    However, his struggles proved futile as his figure was thrown under a shade, growing larger by the second.


    Samael jerked his head up, his eyes frying open as a boulder came hauling his way, gaining momentum as it inched closer.


    Left with no choice, Samael loosened his grip, allowing the wind to drag him back as he muttered.


    "Return!"


    Crimson Raven zoomed up, swiftly releasing itself from the ground. The blade flew in an arc, barely avoiding the boulder before landing on Samael''s calloused hand.


    Samael brought his arm forward, shielding his eyes from the debries barreling his way.


    "Void latch!" Samael roared as dark, elongated tendrils of Void matter gushed out of his arm, latching onto his weapon.


    Dialing his arm back, Samael threw Crimson Raven forward, impaling the weapon on the earth and preventing himself from flying away.


    The harrowing winds kept coming wave after wave, as though they were endless.


    Samael gritted his teeth, his groan reverberating in the air as his knuckles morphed pale under his grueling grip.


    Seconds felt like days.


    Minutes felt like an eternity.


    Just when he thought he was about to be taken by the violent shockwave, its fury had finally subsided.


    Samael''s feet slowly lowered to the ground, his hair dancing under the mild nudges of the wind.


    Dust clouds of titanic proportions have formed behind him, akin to a tsunami in the sea.


    Raising to his feet, Samael speared a glance ahead, his eyes quivering at the sight left behind by the explosion.


    In the distance stood the leviathan cub, smoke gushing out of its lips, nearly hiding its face.


    In front of the beast nested a rift trailing over the horizon, way beyond the river and unto its other shore.


    Everything within the three-kilometer radius was wiped flat by the attack. Trees, boulders, and water were reduced to ashes by the power of the Leviathan Saint.


    Most of the river had evaporated, leaving nothing but a small surface of water and a deep crater once called the Tirnu River.


    Samael''s gaze darted back and forth, beads of cold sweat meandering down his forehead, slowly dripping off his chin.


    Where...? Samael thought.


    Where, where, where!? Samael thought in a panic, dread seizing his heart.


    It''s not possible¡ª Samael''s thoughts were cut short as he caught a glimpse of another silhouette taking form in the thinning smoke.


    A deep sigh escaped Samael''s lips, relief washing over his entire being. For a moment, Samael thought he had lost Ajax.


    As the dust cloud seized to exist, Ajax stood unscathed behind Merlin and Igram.


    In front of them stood multiple barriers of different origins, most of which were reduced to mere fragments by the attack.


    The only thing separating the three from the blast was a gigantic armor enveloping them in its protective embrace. However, cracks marred its visage, a testament to the prowess possessed by the beast.


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    However, Igram, the shadow knight, fell to his knees, his hands trembling under the rebound of the attack.


    Unfortunately, in order to hasten the process of adaptation, Merlin had to adjust the defensive abilities in such a way that Igram would still take a portion of the attack.


    This was the consequence.


    Ajax inched closer to the knight as he muttered.


    "Repair."


    Specks of shadow matter coursed through Ajax''s hand, slowly slithering towards Igram as the cracks of his armor started mending together.


    Shifting his gaze forward, Ajax met the abomination eye-to-eye, further fueling the rage burning within the beast.


    "Is that all?" Ajax asked in mockery.


    Behind him, Igram rose to his feet, blue lines etched in the surface of his armor.


    Adaptation 100%...


    Igram had completely adapted to the attack of the leviathan, granting him immunity against that specific attack.


    Filled with rage, the abomination released a bloodcurdling screech as it summoned rain once more.


    As earlier, the droplets of rain flocked each other, forming a single ginormous sphere of aqua hovering near the maws of the cub.


    With one bite, the giant water sphere was engulfed by the beast as its jaws glew incandescent once more.


    Assessing the situation calmly, Ajax darted forward with a forceful kick to the ground, appearing mere inches from the leviathan cub, along with Igram trailing close.


    The abomination pointed its jaw towards the two, unleashing another wave of blast in hopes of reducing Ajax to nothing.


    Unfortunately, it wasn''t going to be easy.


    Samael swiftly casted a Void Aegis, his body bracing for the upcoming shockwaves. As the blinding flash devoured the vicinity, Samael''s expectations were left hanging.


    As the Leviathan cub fired the attack, Igram came forward, cleaving the beam in two. Completely unharmed and unaffected by the blast.


    Seizing the opportunity, Ajax inched closer towards the creature, shadows swirling in the tip of his blade.


    The abominations Crimson eyes widened, panic reigning in its heart, opting to end the attack prematurely as it recoiled back, hoping to achieve distance.


    But Ajax was faster.


    The shadow saint zoomed forward, delivering three consecutive blows, each tearing a symmetrical hole in the body of the abomination.


    The leviathan cub released a grating cry of torture. However, its regeneration had begun once more.


    Before Ajax''s eyes, the damage he dealt stitched itself back up, rendering all his efforts useless.


    However, he wasn''t alone.


    "Samael!" Ajax called.


    "I know!" Samael replied as he dashed forward, shattering the ground beneath him as he flew in an arc, greeting the beast by surprise.


    "My turn," Samael said as he muttered.


    "Void Fire!"


    Multiple Void bullets fired off Samael''s fingertips in rapid succession, accompanied by continuous resounding explosions as each Void fire struck the beast square in the body.


    The abomination roared in agony as Samael''s Void element went to work. The dark matter wasted no time as it immediately clung tight to the beast, scorching its exposed flesh and disabling its regenerative capacity.


    But Samael wasn''t done yet.


    "Void Chain!"


    Dozens of chains sprung out of the ground, slithering towards the saint and shackling the beast down.


    "Ajax! It won''t hold for long!" Samael bellowed.


    The shadow saint gave a nod before disappearing, only appearing above the Leviathan cub with his blade in tow.


    Ajax swiftly impaled the beast as he spoke.


    "Parasite."


    Through his blade, Ajax pumped shadow matter straight through the flesh of the abomination, wreaking havoc within it.


    Sensing Ajax on its body, the leviathan cub shook in a frenzy, shattering the chains binding it down.


    Ajax uprooted his blade, hastily gaining distance, as he said.


    "Erupt."


    A resounding cry escaped the abomination''s lips as a large chunk of its body inflated, erupting in a bloody explosion.


    Chunks of flesh came barreling in the air, along with the rain of blood staining the ground red.


    The beast wailed in agony, its entire side torn open for the world to see.


    Adding to the damage, Samael cast Void spikes, impaling the wound caused by Ajax and stunting the regeneration of the abomination.


    Fear, panic, and dread seized the beast. It attacked in a frenzy, destroying the landscape in its rampage.


    Sensing the opportunity, Ajax came forward as he muttered.


    "Shadow Bind."


    Large, elongated tendrils of shadow matter latched onto the pale skin of the creature, pulling it down to the ground and immobilizing it.


    "Time to finish this," Ajax said.


    The shadow saint flew upwards, hovering above the Leviathan cub as waves of shadow matter escaped his body.


    "Shadow drill," Ajax said.


    The shadow matter swirled in the air, clumping together to form a spiral appearance.


    Slowly, the drill rotated clockwise, gaining momentum by the second.


    Ajax lowered the drill, its tip penetrating through the flesh of the beast with ease¡ª


    A bone-chilling roar emanated from the abominations maw, knocking Ajax dozens of steps back.


    Samael lowered his stance, barely avoiding a tumble under the pressure.


    What the he¡ª Samael''s thoughts came to a halt as his eyes widened.


    The abomination flailing earlier had come to a stop; its body released a soft, lush glow similar to that of the sea.


    The creature looked almost dead if it weren''t for Samael''s Void compass screaming at him to run. Run and never look back.


    Don''t tell me it''s... Samael felt a shiver run down his spine.


    "It''s blowing itself up..." Samael muttered, his pupils quivering and his voice shaking.


    Left with nowhere to escape and despair looming in its heart, the leviathan chose...


    Death.


    But it wasn''t going silently.


    This was a suicide.


    Samael felt the color drain from his face.


    Can they escape the blast radius?


    Yes, they can escape if they give it their all, but will Erubin and his men leave unscathed?


    No. They would perish.


    Samael''s Void compass has never been so desperate for him to run and leave everything behind.


    Erubin wouldn''t survive. No one near the abomination would.


    Samael felt the world pin him down.


    He had two choices.


    Run and leave Erubin and his men to die.


    Or.


    Risk everything.


    Cold beads of sweat meandered down his forehead, his heart galloping like a stallion. The air felt heavy, and the world felt dark.


    The dread creeping up his heart inched closer as the seconds ticked away.


    What does he do?


    What can he do...?


    "We don''t back away from a fight. We do whatever we want, whenever we want," a voice within Samael said.


    For a brief second, Samael''s perception warped as he stood within an empty Void... His Void.


    A few meters from him stood a silhouette. It was him, but he was one with the darkness. Bathing in it.


    "It''s you," Samael muttered.


    "Who I am is who you are," Alter Samael said.


    A frown etched lines in Samael''s visage.


    "You say we don''t run from a fight, but can we even beat a saint?" Samael asked.


    Alter Samael inched closer, meeting Samael''s gaze.


    "Don''t ask me; ask yourself," Alter Samael replied.


    Glancing into the unyielding darkness, Samael reached out.


    He was uncertain.


    In doubt.


    But it is in such times that he must ask the Void... himself, is he really giving up now?


    The endless expanse of the darkness swirled in response, shrouding Samael in its protective embrace.


    To answer his question.


    No.


    Surrender is not an option.


    He was powerless before, weak and unable to protect anyone. He promised Lilith that the next time they met, he would be able to protect her. If he can''t even keep his men from danger, what worth are his words?


    It''s time to unleash the powers he fears to wield.


    Samael opened his eyes, waves of Void matter gushing out of his vessel.


    In the time he spent out in the wilds, he has grown stronger. He has gained many skills and learned many things.


    Some skills were useful, some were destructive. Far too destructive.


    He feared that using such skills might hurt everyone he holds dear, so he locked them all away.


    Kept them hidden in a cage deep under his heart. Buried under fear and uncertainty that they may became uncontrollable.


    But now... He fears no more.


    It''s time to open the gates and set everything free.


    Burning through his Void charge, Samael took all his reserves out.


    In a flash, Samael''s entirety was submerged in Void matter, shrouding every part of his body in its marvel and for a moment, becoming one with the Void.


    Slowly, he lowered his stance, his gaze locked on the leviathan cub.


    Deep within Samael, his alter ego released a smirk as he spoke.


    Lets kill ourselves a Saint.


    Samael''s figure zoomed forward, destroying and catapulting large chunks of earth away. He breezed through the wind with speeds no man could ever see.


    To Ajax, Samael appeared like a purple shooting star, leaving streaks in the sky. Bringing hope and destruction in its wake.


    Within seconds, Samael gently landed on top of the beast as he delicately laid his palm upon the creature and muttered.


    "Ingrid."


    Then... There was no then.


    The leviathan cub grew in size, its body bloating wide before imploding.


    Pieces of the creature rained down like shattered glass, disintegrating in the air like paper burned to ashes. What was left were the small specks of Void matter dancing in the sky. Falling down like snow after a harrowing winter.


    It was over.


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    <td>Your power grows stronger...</td>


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    [Ingrid]


    -Allows the host to transfer Void Essence within the enemy, destroying them from the inside and harming their soul.


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 CH40-Stellaris camp.

    Samael''s lone figure stood under the falling specks of Void matter, his hand visibly trembling from Ajax''s perspective.


    Ingrid was one of the skills he had hidden away. It''s an exceptional ability capable of extreme destruction. But like every good thing, it comes with a heavy price.


    Ingrid burns through his reserves and ethos like there''s no tomorrow. In some cases, his essence isn''t enough that the ability compensates by burning through his stamina.


    The first time he tried the skill, it put him in a coma for days. But what truly horrified him was how much destruction the ability caused.


    However, it''s still his power. One he cannot deny any longer.


    Watching his trembling hands, Samael couldn''t help but tighten his grip, forming a fist as his knuckles turned pale white.


    He thought he had become stronger during the last eight years he spent beyond the towering walls of Erudicio.


    But this fight served as a reminder that no matter how strong he becomes, there will always be something out there, patiently waiting for the day their paths cross.


    But he will make sure that day does not pass.


    To do so, he needs more power.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips, the blue, incandescent glow of the codex glimmering off his pupils.


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    <td>Your power grows stronger... </td>


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    Multiple notifications available; do you wish to address them?


    Proceed?


    Yes or no?


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    While such tyranny holds this world in its leash, Samael also cannot deny the fact that it is in such dangers that he thrives. It is in these harrowing trials that he grows stronger than ever before.


    "Proceed," Samael muttered under his breath, a plethora of blue luminescent panels warping before his eyes, swiftly filling his vision.


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    <td>Command received.</td>


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    Prerequisites for multiple-tier elevation met!


    Proceed?


    Yes or no?


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    <td>Upon slaying the Leviathan (cub) under your blade, you have incurred the wrath of the great mother beast.</td>


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    <td>Received the following: [Animosity mark], status effect [ill intent], titles [He who the depths despise] and [Sea Vanquisher (minor)].</td>


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    Samael winced under the myriad of notifications bombarding his face. No matter how much this happens, Samael still can''t get used to how suddenly such notifications appear. Not to mention the loud, blaring noise that accompanies it.


    With a glance forward, Samael read the following words with great care.


    Firstly, he was pleased that he managed to achieve multiple-tier elevations once more. Especially right now, where there''s an upcoming skirmish over the horizon.


    However, the following effects left worry to pester in his heart.


    Animosity mark? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself, his gaze darting back and forth in search of this "mark." It didn''t take long for his efforts to bear fruit.


    In his shoulder nested a black imprint bearing what appeared to be a vortex swirling towards the center. The mark was black in color and wasn''t large by any means; it was comparable to a pebble. Yet, Samael can faintly feel an aura emanating from the etching.


    "Show me the details of the following titles and effects," he commanded.


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    [Animosity Mark]


    Upon slaying the Leviathan (cub) with your own hands, you have incurred the infernal wrath of the great mother beast. In her anger, she has placed a mark on you. The receiver of said mark will gain the following: [ill intent]


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    That can''t be good. Samael smiled wryly.


    "Show me the effects of ill intent," Samael said.


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    [Ill intent]


    Upon incurring the wrath of the great leviathan, all aquatic abominations will feel great animosity towards you.


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    So in simple terms, it''s a lure skill... Fuck Samael cursed internally.


    Fortunately, his journey has yet to lead him into the fiery depths of the ocean. With this status effect latching tight to him, it''s basically suicide to venture near any body of water containing aquatic abominations.


    Looking on the brighter side of the coin, he did get two titles. One of which he does not know how to feel about.


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    [He who the depths despise]


    The depths loathe your existence.


    EFFECTS


    ?Low affinity with aquatic abominations.


    ? Any aquatic abominations will feel blinding anger towards you.


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    [Sea Vanquisher (Minor)]


    All hail the vanquisher of the great leviathan (cub).


    EFFECTS


    ? Damages to aquatic enemies are increased.


    ? Look favorably upon by certain water folks.


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    Huh, I thought anything residing in the water hated me? It turns out there are a few who side with my actions. Samael felt a tinge of relief brush over him. Luckily, not every single creature in the water was aggressive toward him.


    He couldn''t help but shudder at the thought of every single beast swarming him with the intent to rip his flesh off his bones.


    Nonetheless, he will have to take great care and avoid any quests involving the ocean. Lest he get himself mawed to death by the beasts hiding within its depths.


    Samael could only shake his head as he closed the panels hovering before him, his gaze slowly shifting towards the first screen shown by the Codex.


    "Proceed with multiple-tier elevations," Samael commanded.


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    <td>Commencing multiple-tier elevations... </td>


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    A wave of power struck Samael out of nowhere, opting for him to sharply inhale as his eyes widened in surprise.


    Taken aback by the sudden volt of strength, Samael took a few steps back, his breathing ragged and uneven.


    The surge of strength coursing through his veins grew wilder by the second, specks of Void matter dispersing off his skin.


    Samael lowered his stance a little, swiftly finding his balance as his vision swirled for a few seconds.


    Slowly, his body felt lighter than ever as he narrowly avoided a stumble.


    Eventually, the commotion came to an end as another panel warped in front of Samael, along with his newfound strength.


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    Multiple-tier elevation successful!


    Tier 5 -> Tier 8 Mark 2.


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    A soft exhale trailed off Samael''s lips as he repeatedly closed and opened his palm, astonished at the speeds they could achieve.


    Just how much higher did my stats rise? Samael couldn''t help but wonder.


    Unable to wait any longer, Samael called upon the Codex, expectations brewing within his pupils.


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    LAST UPDATE: CHAPTER 29 [After time skip]


    [STATS]


    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]...[+]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Metamorphosis III


    Condition: Good, Minor fatigue


    STATS


    STR: 4220


    SPD/AGI: 4127


    CONSTITUTION: 5021


    SPIRIT: 5388


    CHARM: 50


    ?SKILLS [+]</td>


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    Samael''s gaze widened, his brows rising to an arch. Reading further, a wide grin found its way into his visage.


    Jackpot! Samael thought in joy.


    His stats rose exponentially after the battle with the saint rank abomination. From its 1000 range to now balancing at the 4000-5000 range!


    And to think such a rise in his status came from three tiers alone baffles him.


    With this, he''s a step closer to his goals.


    Just how much more capable has he become? How much more power can he exude?


    Samael''s thoughts were in a jumble but there were many things calling for his attention.


    His small celebration soon ended as he checked the last remaining notifications of the Codex, swiftly fueling his glee as he read further and further.


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    <td>Void:


    Tier 5, Mark 3.


    Control: Tier 5 Mark 3


    -Marker: 2320/2,500


    Quantity: Tier 6, Mark 3.


    -Marker: 1230/5000</td>


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    While he found the imbalance quite vexing, it wasn''t a problem worthy of too much attention.


    Balancing the two stats might be a little troublesome but its nothing a little hard work can''t solve.


    With him reaching Tier 5 once again, there''s no doubt he''s eligible for a new skill given by the Codex itself.


    With flames burning brightly in Samael''s eyes, he cheerfully checked his brand new ability with high expectations.


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    [Void Claw]


    Allows the host to form razor-sharp claws capable of inflicting [Bleed] and a low chance of [Paralysis].


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    [Bleed]


    Forces the wounds inflicted by the skill to bleed uncontrollably, albeit slowly.


    [Paralysis]


    Puts the receiver in a frozen-like state for a few moments (depends upon Void purity)


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    Samael''s visage brightened as he fixed his gaze on the words carved in the panel, his smile stretching wider with each letter passing through his eyes.


    It was an offensive skill! With two possible passes to boot!


    Samael''s imagination bellowed smoke as cogwheels ran in full gear within his head. The amount of combination he can possibly pull off with his new skill sets his determination on fire.


    Questions such as "Will Void claw work with his augmentation? Will it turn the ability to something far more fierce? Will the claws be able to penetrate through the skin of stronger opponents like butter?" Pester his mind like a plague.


    Samael took sharp breaths of air, slowly composing himself.


    Setting his wild imagination aside, Samael''s gaze traveled towards the horizon, a deep frown slowly etching lines in his face.


    Erubin and his men had gone ahead of them. Many of them were injured and unable to fight. Their chances of making it back to camp unharmed are slim.


    Clenching his fist tight, Samael took out a few bottles of stamina potion, mercilessly dunking them down his throat.


    A refreshing wave of strength washed over him, sweeping away most of the fatigue he felt. But such countermeasures can only amount to so much.


    Shifting his gaze back towards Ajax, Samael made his way towards the shadow saint standing idle by the side. A smudge of confusion lingered in his pupils.


    "Is there any problem?" Samael asked. A tinge of worry bloomed off his chest. If it were another Saint abomination, Samael would truly be fucked.


    Ajax gave a brief wag as he replied. "No, there''s nothing wrong. But that skill you used, I have never seen it before."


    Samael couldn''t help but lower his gaze, a faint sense of guilt seizing his heart. Spending time with Ajax taught him that honesty is a key factor for survival.


    He never intended to reveal the existence of the skill or utilize it in any way by any means. It was only now that he realized how foolish such thoughts were.


    A soft sigh escaped the lips of the shadow saint before storming off. However, he halted his steps a few meters from Samael.


    "I''m not pressing you to tell me anything. I respect your privacy as you do mine. Quit your moping and lets go," Ajax said before marching onwards once more.


    Samael shot a glance at the man''s back. Ajax might be a silent and serious man, but there was no doubt he was also a great friend and mentor.


    Samael''s lips curled to a gentle smile before he trailed Ajax closely as they both went off the horizon, leaving the aftermath of their brutal fight.


    Their next destination?


    A camp near Tera.


    ***


    Two figures stood idle in the middle of a forest, one of whom was crouching, his hand hovering above the ground.


    "They went further that way," Samael pointed out.


    They''ve been actively tracking Erubin and his crew for an hour or two now. However, it seems they''ve gotten farther than he expected.


    "Let''s move; the sun will go down soon," Ajax said, his visor shifting upwards as he measured the position of the sun.


    Samael gave a brief nod, closely trailing Ajax as they went after the coarse marks in the earth.


    If Ajax was correct, the camp near Georgo Road isn''t too far off. If they''re lucky, Erubin and his men might just make it before nightfall.


    However, they can''t be lenient and just go straight for the camp. They''re not even sure if the ones they''re trailing are there already.


    Following the footprints, Ajax and Samael wasted not a single second. With their tracking capabilities, something like this was a walk in the park.


    Soon, seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours.


    As they ventured further, the fresher and deeper the etchings on the ground became, a testament that they were nearing their destination.


    As the seconds ticked away, the trees and surroundings became less wild. The bushes have significantly thinned, and the ground has become more even.


    Samael and Ajax''s footsteps left trails of echoes in the air; their gazes speared up ahead.


    Their figures breezed in the wind as they moved at speeds no mundane man can follow.


    Samael''s hair fluttered wildly under the pressure of the wind crashing against his face.


    "At this rate, it seems Erubin and his men might just have made contact with the camp," Samael suggested, his brows raised high in surprise.


    "It appears so..." Ajax muttered in reply, a hint of fascination present in his tone.


    To begin with, who would expect they could venture this far? The only reason Samael and Ajax''s venture has gone so swiftly is due to their expertise in this field. So far, they''ve already avoided three abominations capable of dealing some problems.


    As far as he remembers, Erubin and his loyal soldiers didn''t have a tracker or scout, so skirmishes were a guarantee. Unless their luck was simply that good,.


    But blood is a scent many abominations are highly sensitive to Samael''s thought.


    Samael shook his head. There was no point thinking about it, what matters was if they made it to the other side whole.


    "How much farther until the camp?" Samael inquired.


    "Not much," Ajax replied.


    Shifting his gaze up, Samael fixed his gaze on the orange hue of the sky. The sun was setting off the horizon soon; they must hurry their pace.


    Only fate will decide what path it has laid out for Erubin, they can only wait and see.


    ***


    In a camp near Georgo road...


    Hours after Samael and Ajax''s fight, the Stellaris camp, a base near Georgo road, saw silhouettes taking shape in the thinning smoke over the distance.


    The watchers taking watch within the confines of their towers spotted the band and the alarms bellowed in warning of the arriving group.


    A female watcher with bright red hair squinted her eyes, a frown making its way on her face as she struggled to make sense of the arriving guests.


    "Report?" A man adorned in silver armor roared. His aura exuding strength and confidence.


    A sharp sigh escaped the woman''s lips. "The mist is too thick, I can''t make sense whether they''re monsters or not!" She replied.


    The man fell silent for a moment, contemplating his next move before he arrived at a conclusion.


    The man swiftly made his way up the tower, standing near the edge as he roared with all his might.


    "HALT! STATE YOUR NAMES OR PERISH WHERE YOU STAND!" He said, his voice reaching far and wide.


    Shifting his gaze down, dozens upon dozens of watchers gathered in front of the gate, filling into their positions with their weapons in hand.


    The ballistas mounted on the towering walls of the camp were ready and loaded with large elongated arrows made to penetrate scales as though they were paper.


    The soldiers on the other hand had eyes with dark circles under them, their clothes had seen better days and their weapons had lost its glimmer under all the filth and dried blood in its steel surface.


    Ever since the escalation of the war, many of the men and women present in this camp had been at constant battles. They''ve been deployed from one place to another without rest and assurance of what might happen to them.


    They''ve been unable to get enough sleep as raids are as common as the birds in the sky.


    It''s as if they''re living with knives constantly drawing closer to their throats, such is the life they have now.


    A lesson they all learned to survive out here is keep your weapons close, and your senses closer. After all, a single mistake can cost you your life.


    Before, kids aspire to be watchers and knights, but after drafting had begun, everyone stayed as far as they can.


    Nonetheless, such attacks were common now. However, it was still strange for the warriors gathering in their formation.


    Usually, raids like this happen at the smaller scattered camps they have. Not in the main base where most of their forces reside. It was an odd behaviour, far too odd.


    As such, drastic measures were only a must. Lest they perish before their rightful time.


    The silhouettes over the distance came to a stop under the direction of the man.


    The man''s gaze narrowed down, his black beard swaying under the nudge of the wind.


    "RAISE YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD AND SLOWLY REVEAL YOURSELVES! ANY SUDDEN MOVES AND OUR ARROWS WILL RAIN DOWN UPON YOU!" The man instructed.


    The silhouettes exchanged glances as they delicately raised their arms above their head, their steps slow and calculated.


    The man kept his calloused hands near the hilt of his greatsword, a tense suffocating aura shrouding the camp in its palm.


    The soldiers kept their mouths sealed tight, beads of cold sweat trickled down their forehead as they tightened their grip.


    Soon, the sounds of footsteps whispered in their ears along with the wild thrashing of their hearts.


    Little by little, the silhouettes inched closer, revealing the perpetrators.


    The man standing in the tower couldn''t help but flinch in surprise, his eyes widened and a smudge of confusion lingered in his pupils.


    "Erubin...?" He muttered under his breath.


    "LOWER YOUR WEAPONS AND OPEN THE GATES!" The man bellowed, startling the soldiers below.


    Upon his commands, the suffocating silence was overshadowed by the relieved sighs of the warriors.


    The tension in the air ceased and their whispers soon followed.


    Slowly, the heavy gate creaked, forming a small entrance for the the wounded soldiers to enter.


    Upon seeing the new arriving guests, the soldiers couldn''t help but exclaim in confusion.


    "Erubin? I thought they were sent back like a month or so ago?" A voice asked.


    "You''re not wrong... The general sent them back due to their injuries, what are they doing here?" Another voice inquired.


    "Where''s Tom, Riley and Bilo?" Another voice said.


    "Ginny is gone too," A female voice added.


    Erubin and his men slowly walked inside, their heads and shoulders slumped low. Their morale wasn''t faring well either.


    "Enough of that!" The silver adorned man said. He had eyes as dark as the night sky and a finely combed black beard that paired well with his short black hair. He was wearing a bulky silver armor along with a giant black blade behind his back.


    His aura exuded that of a leader. After all, he was the general and the leader of this whole operation. He was, Timeus.


    "Call the healers and bring Erubin and his soldiers in!" Timeus commanded, breaking the soldiers from their stupor.


    It didn''t take long for stretchers to appear, swiftly escorting the guests. However, Erubin refused.


    "Let me talk to the general..." Erubin said as he jerked away from the soldiers.


    "But your condi¡ª"


    "No! I must talk to the general!" Erubin insisted, leaving the healers at a loss.


    "It''s okay, leave him to me," Timeus interjected.


    The healers bowed in greetings before scurrying off.


    "Erubin, didn''t I ordered for your men and you to fall back and heal? What is the meaning of this?" Timeus asked.


    "We came here to help Timeus! Do not deny our plead!" Erubin said.


    "Help? You''re a wreck Erubin! After Maria... After what happened, you were never the same!" Timeus roared.


    "THAT''S EXACTLY WHY I CAN''T STOP!" Erubin exploded, rage and desperation visible in his tone.


    Cough!


    Erubin fell to his knee, blood slithering down his lips.


    "You wish to fight yet look at you, wounded and weak. You''re nothing but a burden in such state," Timeus said.


    "No! I can fight! I must fight!" Erubin insisted, his groans reverberating in the air as he painstakingly rose to his feet.


    Timeus''s frown deepened. "She would''ve never wanted thi¡ª"


    "DON''T! Don''t mention her name!" Erubin interjected, shutting the general''s words down.


    "You saw! You were there, you saw how those monsters took everything from me! From you!" Erubin said, tears meandering down his wounded cheeks.


    "I KNOW! FOR FUCKS SAKE I KNOW!" Timeus bursted.


    The man took deep breaths, swiftly composing himself before continuing.


    "I know and that''s why I chose to exclude you in battle. Because I know she would''ve never wanted you to give your life for revenge," Timeus said, his gaze low in shame. Guilt evident in his tone.


    Erubin''s grip tightened, his blade sinking deeper.


    A heavy sigh escaped Timeus''s lips. "But I know there''s no stopping you."


    Erubin jerked his head up, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.


    "Rest, we''ll continue our discussion tommorow," Timeus said before storming off, each step as heavy as the first.


    Erubin slowly brought his arm to his chest, gently caressing a golden locker hanging on his chest.


    "Just a little longer... Just a little more."

 CH41-Night Raid.

    After Timeus''s dismissal, Erubin was escorted by his fellow warriors to a tent near the infirmary.


    As much as Erubin wanted to be left alone, the doctors and healers very much insisted he get medical attention. After all, his wounds were still fresh after their harrowing clash this afternoon.


    Erubin sat down with a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping down as he felt the urge to lay down.


    Setting aside his blade, Erubin slowly took off his clothes and armor, peeling some of them off as they''d long stitched themselves into his skin.


    "Tsss..." Erubin hissed in pain as he let go of his breastplate, followed by a resounding thud.


    Erubin''s chest rose up and down as he winced upon caressing the lacerations on his flesh. It''s still a wonder how he''s still able to move in his condition.


    Erubin''s attention soon shifted towards the tent entrance, where shallow footsteps slowly made their way across, revealing a man adorned in a white coat.


    The man set down his tools on the side, opening them to reveal potions, knives, and bandages of all kinds neatly arranged in order.


    "Mister Erubin? Am I not wrong?" The man asked.


    Erubin gave a brief nod in reply, assuring the doctor of his identity.


    Without wasting another moment, the doctor swiftly approached Erubin, examining his wounds with careful observation.


    Seizing the opportunity, Erubin spoke. "Has there been any changes in the camp... Georgo Road lately?"


    The doctor shot a quick glance at Erubin before replying. "The usual. Life''s gone harder. More deaths, more casualties, and more suffering."


    Erubin''s jaw clenched tight, nerves etching lines in his face.


    "Those bastards... how bad has it gotten?" Erubin inquired.


    The doctor delicately cleaned off the blood marring Erubin''s flesh before giving a response. "Bad."


    A deep sigh escaped Erubin''s lips. "So they forbade you from exposing anything to me?" he asked.


    The doctor remained silent as he wiped the wounds with a cool liquid before tightly securing them with a bandage.


    "You won''t speak? Even if I give you my rations for the next three days?" Erubin bribed, his gaze tearing a hole in the man.


    The doctor shot a look at Erubin before replying. "Five days."


    Erubin''s gaze narrowed. "Fine," he agreed.


    The doctor rose to his feet as he took more bandages and medications.


    "The abominations have advanced even further; they''ve covered roughly 80% of the Georgo road," the doctor revealed.


    Erubin''s expression fell grim. The atmosphere in the room chilled with every passing second.


    "Raise your arm, please," the doctor said.


    Erubin raised his arm up, allowing the man to wrap the area in clean bandages.


    "What else?" he asked.


    The doctor swiftly tore the bandage as he replied. "They''ve become fiercer and bolder with their attacks. Their tactics are as brutal as it gets."


    "What do you mean?" Erubin asked, his brows furrowed.


    The doctor shot a glance back, ensuring no one was in the vicinity.


    "The abominations have been launching raids one after the other. How do you think they''ve covered so much land in such a short time?" He pointed out.


    Erubin''s frown deepened.


    "They''ll do anything to win. They''ll use their bloody wits to poison our water and food and even obstruct our resource groups," the man said.


    "It doesn''t end there. They''ll often mimic the voices of our comrades, slowly luring you out there before devouring you alive," he described, his hand tightly grasping his leg.


    Erubin''s gaze shifted down, his eyes quivering in surprise. The man''s leg was gone. It was nothing but a piece of wood latched tight to his thigh.


    The doctor took a sharp breath, slowly releasing his grip as he held the wooden table beside him, steadying himself.


    "The general has forbade women, may it be warriors or healers, to leave without a group of at least twelve people," he revealed.


    Erubin''s gaze jerked up, meeting the man eye-to-eye. "Why...?" he asked.


    The man brought his arm up, pinching the bridge of his nose as he responded. "Those fuckers would drag the women deep within their lair, raping them and giving birth to a recently discovered enemy. Hybrids."


    Erubin''s ears fell deaf, his face contorting in rage. Memories flashed before his pupils as he swiftly crushed the wooden panels of his bed.


    "Legs and head resemble those of the abominations, but their upper body is that of a human," the doctor narrated, his face pale.


    "They''re faster, stronger, and smarter too," he said as he took a flask hanging on his waist, chugging its contents in one fell swoop.


    Filled with infernal rage, Erubin asked. "What the fuck have Timeus and the rest been doing?"


    The doctor shot a glance off the horizon, his gaze lost and unsteady. The scent of liquor wafted in the air.


    "To be honest, no one really knows what they''re doing anymore. No one has an inkling what the hell they''re even here for," he responded.


    Erubin lowered his gaze, taking sharp breaths as he composed himself, but to no avail.


    He could still feel it. The rage. The pain. That unyielding urge to massacre every one of the abominations caused all this pain. That took everything from him.


    "We''re barely scraping off the little rations we have left. We get basically no sleep, no rest, and no relief. We''re just... tired," the man said, his tone coarse and desperate.


    The man brought his flash to his lips, only to find it empty as a lone tear meandered down his cheek.


    "We just want to go home," he muttered.


    Erubin bit his lips, his palm stained red under his grueling grip.


    This war has tortured them for long enough. It has taken too many things from them. Just when will their suffering end? Just when will the gods finally have enough?


    Erubin scoffed. Were the gods even watching? Have they no pity for them? If they were truly all powerful, why would they allow this?


    How could they allow this?


    RANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!


    Erubin and the doctor jerked their heads forward, their eyes wide, as the doctor swiftly peeked out of the tent.


    "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" he muttered, his hands trembling.


    Erubin held the bedframe as he painstakingly rose to his feet. "What''s happening?!" he asked.


    The doctor took a few steps back as he frantically gathered his tools, words unintelligibly coming out of his mouth.


    "Answer me!" Erubin roared, breaking the man from his stupor.


    "That sound! It''s the alarms! The fucking camp is under attack!" He bellowed, his face as pale as the winter snow.


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    The doctor slammed his case tight before bolting out of the tent, allowing Erubin to witness dozens upon dozens of warriors gather in a panic, their weapons in tow.


    "Damn it," Erubin muttered under his breath. Without wasting another second, he snatched his weapon up and made his way out, revealing the chaos ensuing outside.


    Groups of warriors flocked together, strengthening their formations, while the ballistas and siege weapons mounted on the walls had long started firing, unleashing hell on earth.


    The sound of arrows and projectiles breezing in the air, along with the thunderous explosion shaking the earth, sent dread to take root deep in the hearts of the soldiers.


    Erubin''s gaze darted around. The healers were led to a bunker deep below the camp, while some of the warriors had long lost their morale, sinking deep in their corner as they prayed for a swift death.


    Erubin''s grip tightened, the flames of rage setting his emotions ablaze.


    How can they gamble everything on their gods when they''ve done nothing to help them win this war?


    "Fools," he uttered before storming off.


    Above the towers of the stronghold, soldiers, watchers, and knights alike stumbled as they dragged one ammunition after the other, relentlessly firing the ballistas without a sign of slowing down.


    This scenario has never happened before. Never. Not a single beast has dared to attack the main stronghold. After all, it was a death sentence.


    But doubt has now stemmed from the hearts of the warriors. Was the stronghold really invincible?


    "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!" A soldier roared, fear glimmering off his pupils.


    "I don''t know!" A woman replied.


    "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE AMMUNITIONS?!" A fellow watcher bellowed.


    "THEY''RE CLOSING NEAR THE GATE!!!" A burly man warned.


    "FUCK, IT''S JAMMED!" A man roared.


    Panic wafted in the air; the atmosphere has gone cold, and the men have long lost their cool.


    Meanwhile, Erubin slowly made his way up the walls, where he was greeted by further chaos.


    Soldiers ran about, dragging along large crates filled with ammunition. Some were spilled everywhere, blocking off the routes and delaying the delivery.


    "Move!" A soldier screamed before brushing against Erubin, nearly knocking him off his feet.


    Inching closer towards the edge, Erubin finally saw the lands beyond the towering walls, revealing the swarms of abominations heading for the gates.


    Hundreds upon thousands of large black wolves traveled in hordes, their razor-sharp claws and canine fangs ready to tear everything in their path.


    "WHERE''S THE GENERAL?!" A fellow knight asked.


    "THE GENERAL IS OCCUPIED BY AN ABOMINATION!" A watcher replied before firing the ballistas.


    "THE SECOND LINE OF DEFENSE HAS COLLAPSED!" A knight roared, fueling the frenzy even further.


    Against the unwavering numbers of the abominations, mere wooden stakes were of no match. Their pitfalls have long been filled as well.


    Erubin felt the world swirl around him. His hearing became muffled, and he felt suffocated as he hungered for air.


    Were they really going to lose just like this?


    After all their struggles? After all their sacrifices?


    Erubin felt everything around him collapse. The wind felt stale, and everything was silenced.


    Except for a single voice, or rather, a memory.


    "Get your shit off the gutter."


    Erubin clenched his fist, his fingers digging down the enrudite walls. Taking a sharp breath, he speared a glance forward, far towards the horizon where they came.


    No. Not now. They still have a chance. A meager hope. But one he''s willing to bet on.


    Erubin straightened his back, steadfastly braving the pain as he ran towards the top of the tower.


    Witnessing the utter chaos and panic shrouding the encampment, he knew that there was only one thing that could change the tide of battle. One they abandoned long ago.


    Hope.


    "WARRIORS! HEAR ME!" Erubin roared with his all, his voice reverberating in the air as it traveled far and wide, luring the attention of the soldiers, watchers, and knights.


    Steeling his resolve, Erubin spoke. "GATHER YOUR COURAGE! GATHER YOUR LAST REMAINING STRENGTH AND PREVAIL! FIGHT! FIGHT UNTIL YOUR LAST!"


    Erubin brought his arm forth, smashing it into his chest, where his frenzied heart thumps in defiance.


    "AS LONG AS WE BREATH, IT''S NOT OVER! STRUGGLE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN! OUR HOPE IS YET TO BE EXTINGUISHED!!!" Erubin bellowed.


    The warriors watched Erubin in silence, their gazes quivering. Did they really have a chance? A hope for victory?


    But how?


    "PUT YOUR FAITH ON ME... ON THEM!" Erubin roared.


    The soldiers exchanged looks as one of them came forward and asked. "But who? Who shall we put our faith to?"


    Erubin unsheathed his blade as he descended the stairs, his footsteps resonating within the fortress.


    "You''ll know soon," he replied.


    The soldiers gazed at their bruised hands, slowly clenching them into a fist. Their nails digging in their palms, bringing forth a surge of clarity.


    With a glance forward, their eyes held something they once thought they had lost.


    The will to fight.


    "MAN THE BALLISTAS!" A soldier roared, igniting the flames in everyone''s hearts.


    The soldiers roared once more, this time not out of fear but out of courage.


    "YOU HEARD HIM LADS! FIGHT TILL OUR LAST!" A watcher said.


    "FIRE THE BALLISTAS! SHRED THEM DOWN!" A female knight ordered, followed by consecutive thundering explosions.


    The warriors moved in waves as they loaded the ballistas and siege weapons, mauling away the swarm of enemies marching towards them.


    Meanwhile, the soldiers on foot swiftly fell into formation. Up front stood the soldiers, wielding shields, while the damage dealers stayed back, dealing with anything that got through.


    They positioned themselves in front of the towering metal gate, ready to meet the horde with their remaining power.


    "HYBRIDS!" A watcher warned.


    "TAKE COVER!" A soldier screamed before ducking down.


    The warriors above the walls fell to their knees, swiftly taking cover.


    Far beyond the towering safety of the fortress, another horde of abominations came into view.


    Grotesque hybrids, with their lower halves resembling that of a wolf while their torso was that of a man.


    In their palms nested sharp stones as they slowly cranked their arms back, launching the projectiles with the utmost ferocity.


    The sharp stones soared in the sky, blocking the moonlight with their might before descending down with unwavering strength. Bringing forth destruction in their wake.


    The stones crashed down the walls, slowly carving their way through. Some tearing through the thinner portions near the upper segments of the fortress.


    The soldiers remained low, narrowly dodging the barrage of stones hurling their way. Unfortunately, not all heard the warnings in time.


    Some of the warriors remained upright, unaware of the danger inching in their direction.


    When they finally noticed the sudden shift in the atmosphere, it was too late.


    Before a watcher''s eyes, a woman carrying a crate of arrows was blown open by stones, her body riddled with holes as her blood splattered everywhere.


    The watcher couldn''t do anything but watch as the woman''s corpse fell down with a thud, her guts sprawling off her body.


    Dozens more fell victim to the same fate, their bodies riddled with holes as the stones brutally took their lives.


    The pale, cold floor of the fortress was soon painted crimson, replaced by the warmth of blood.


    Noticing the end of the barrage, a soldier roared. "THEY''RE PREPARING FOR A SECOND ATTACK! FIRE THE SIEGE WEAPONS!"


    The warriors hastily rose up, swiftly firing the machines mounted on the walls.


    The dark night sky was lit for a brief moment as fireballs came hauling in from the heavens, striking down with ear-shattering explosions.


    Towering flames engulfed parts of the plains, scorching dozens of hybrids and wolves in an instant.


    However, the hybrids weren''t done yet.


    A soldier''s eyes widened as he screamed. "TAKE COV¡ª" His words were cut short as his face was teared off his neck, his flesh spraying off another man''s face.


    The warriors dove down in a panic as another myriad of stones brushed past their heads, blowing off some of their cover in the process.


    Screams and cries of agony wailed in the air as some of their comrades wandered with chunks of their bodies missing.


    Those left without a shield had no choice but to watch as the stones crashed through them, sending them back.


    "RETALIATE! FIRE THE BALLISTAS!" A watcher instructed as he fired one arrow after the other.


    Meanwhile, Erubin had joined the regimen below. He was now adorned in armor in preparation for their march outside the walls.


    Their echoes have also taken position, their abilities are ready to go any second now.


    Soon, Erubin felt tremors under his soles, followed by a warning.


    "THEY''VE GONE PAST OUR FINAL LINE OF DEFENCE!!!" A soldier said.


    Cold beads of sweat trickled down the warriors foreheads, their backs drenched in them as they tightened their grip.


    The final line of defense outside these walls was mines, which means they''re near the walls.


    "DO NOT LET THEM PASS! IF WE FALL, TERA FALLS!" A burly watcher roared.


    The warriors stomped their feet and banged their weapons as they chanted.


    "AHOO! AHOO! AHOO!"


    Slowly, a loud, cranking sound wafted in the air.


    "THE GATES ARE OPENING!!!"


    Erubin held his blade close, his eyes fixed ahead. Carefully watching as the heavy metal gates made way.


    "CHARGGEEEEEE!!!"


    The warriors roared as they ran forward, greeting the horde of beasts head-on.


    The heavy units slammed their shields without mercy, knocking back the wolves.


    Seizing the opportunity, those holding spears took their chances, impaling one wolf after the other.


    The dark night sky was lit by spells as the echoes among them utilized their abilities, reaping through the waves of abominations.


    However, the sheer number of enemies proved prevalent as they charged endlessly, bashing and clawing the shields of the heavy units.


    The tanks pushed with all their might, their boots skidding off the ground as the wolves hurled like a stampede.


    Groans and war cries resonated in the air, piles of bodies stacked against each other, forming small mountains of corpses.


    Erubin groaned in pain as he swung his blade without rest, the sharp edge of his sword cleaving through the flesh of the abomination with ease as he spoke.


    "Miturna!"


    Erubin''s blade burst into fire, scorching the wolves as he severed their heads.


    Above them, the fireballs from the siege weapons soared in the sky, leaving incandescent streaks as they landed with hellfire.


    "PUSH!" The soldiers bellowed.


    The abominations kept pouring without an end, eventually breaking through the formation as they dragged the heavy units away, mauling them without mercy.


    "AHHHH, HELP ME! NO¡ª!" Their cries and pleas for help were silenced soon as the wolves tore them piece by piece.


    Erubin''s chest rose up and down, akin to a boat stranded in the sea, as his gaze wandered about, absorbing the mayhem and deaths.


    Watchers, soldiers, and knights alike slowly fell one by one, their corpses lining up as their losses rose higher by the second.


    Gritting his teeth, Erubin dashed forward, swiftly cleaving through five beasts in a second when he was overshadowed by another abomination.


    Erubin jerked his head back, but to no avail, as the wolf bit his shoulders, dragging him through the dirt before launching him back.


    Erubin struck the ground with a reckoning boom, stirring the dust and shattering the earth.


    Erubin''s pained groan left trails of echo in the air as he struggled to raise his head.


    It wasn''t over yet.


    They were so close.


    So close.


    "No..." he whispered as his vision dimmed, tears welling up in his eyes.


    Was this really the end for them?


    Before Erubin''s dimming gaze, the warriors he rallied were slaughtered like pigs, mauled to death by the fangs of the wolves that caused all their misery.


    He felt angry. Frustrated.


    Why was he so weak?


    Erubin''s eyelids felt heavy; he wanted to sleep.


    "N...not l-like... this..." He struggled to utter when a voice reverberated in the air, luring everyone''s attention to the towering trees on the horizon where two silhouettes took form in the darkness. Bringing forth...


    Hope.


    "Don''t worry. Leave the rest to us."

 CH42-Payback.

    "Don''t worry. Leave the rest to us."


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    Samael''s voice reverberated in the air, travelling through the crowd of abominations and reaching the ears of the warriors injured in battle. Bringing hope and security.


    The soldiers, watchers, and knights didn''t know who they were. They would be lying if they said they didn''t have doubt nesting in their hearts. After all, anyone would find it hard to believe Erubin''s words.


    They had no idea who these "saviours" are or how powerful they can be. There was no proof either that they really exist or that it was all a fluke that Erubin said to boost their morale.


    But here they were, upholding what Erubin uttered.


    Will they really be saved?


    Erubin''s gaze quivered, his body trembling as he painstakingly raised his hand, grasping the ground as his nails drew lines in its dusty surface.


    Erubin knew he wasn''t strong enough to save everyone, and it was frustrating. Too frustrating.


    But them? If it''s them, then it''s possible. If it''s them, then victory is but certain.


    With tears welling up in his eyes, Erubin struggled to speak.


    "P-Please... please... help us...!"


    Samael slowly raised his hand, a wave of Void matter shrouding his fist as he replied. "It''s time to end this."


    "Void Claw."


    The swirling wave of Void matter solidified, encasing Samael''s hand and warping it. Slowly, his nails grew longer and sharper, reaching inches in length. His knuckles followed suit as its surface jutted out, hardening and sharpening itself. It almost appeared similar to that of a gauntlet.


    "It''s time to taste your own medicine," Samael taunted.


    The abominations jerked their heads in the direction of the two, their gazes growing crimson as their howls filled the air.


    "I''ll handle the half-wolves over that hill; you handle the rest," Ajax said before his figure jetted forward.


    Without wasting another second, Samael lowered his stance, his hands clawing through the dirt as he propelled himself forward with multiple resounding bangs, his momentum tearing chunks of dirt back.


    Samael''s figure breezed through the air, closing the distance with ease as he landed in the middle of the pack.


    Raising to his feet, Samael dusted his shoulder.


    The wolves snarled in rage before lunging forward, maws wide open, as they aimed to dig their canine fangs through Samael''s neck.


    "Too slow," Samael nonchalantly uttered.


    Before the warriors gazes, Samael''s figure darted forward, confusing them with his odd actions.


    But not for long.


    Straightening his back, the wolves attacking earlier blew into multiple clean pieces, bouncing off the ground and dyeing it red.


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    Devoured Void Essence of "Imgrave Wolves" [Hatchling III] +590 pts.


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    The warriors eyes widened, their mouths agape as they watched, dumbfounded by what just occurred.


    But Samael wasn''t done yet.


    Without another word, his figure burst forward, his soles morphed black.


    The wolves snapped out of their surprise, swiftly taking a defensive position, but to no avail.


    Samael streaked through the crowd, mowing them down like pigs in a slaughter as he rapidly swung his claws.


    The wolves flinched in surprise before hastily retreating in hopes of avoiding Samael''s attack, but it was too late.


    Samael cleaved through the abominations one by one, his Void claws tearing them to shreds as their organs flew high in the air.


    Dialling his arm back, Samael brought his hands forth, sending heads fluttering in the air.


    Using his momentum, he dragged his claws in a circle, peeling through the enemies unfortunate enough to be near him.


    Lowering his stance once more, Samael leaped through the air, shattering the ground and knocking a dozen attacking wolves back.


    Resounding cracks echoed in the air as they smashed with their brethren, pulverising each other''s bones as Samael''s voice lingered in the air.


    "Void Fire."


    Samael''s fingertips glew purple as he rained hellfire down the abominations, firing one bullet after the other.


    The warriors tightened their grip, crouching down to regain their balance as the ground shook under the plethora of Void fire Samael fired.


    They couldn''t help but hold their breaths as they watched the dust cloud ascend the heavens, accompanied by the ear-shattering explosions leaving trails of echoes in the air.


    Before them, the abominations that have caused them countless pain and misery were being butchered like they were nothing but a joke.


    Before they even knew it, tears meandered down their eyes as their roars filled the air.


    Their once grim faces have brightened, and their once dull eyes are full of light and hope. It was right in front of them. The key to their victory.


    How can they not revel in their majestic glory?


    On the other side, the warriors situated in the towers watched in awe as Ajax effortlessly picked off the hybrids with his shadow tendrils, skewering them before catapulting them to the side like used rags.


    Ajax levitated in the air, utilising his shadow tendrils to move and pluck the enemy with ease.


    However, the hybrids didn''t just stand idle.


    In retaliation, the abominations threw projectiles at Ajax, but the latter swiftly guided his shadows to flock together, forming a makeshift shield.


    The stones collided with the barrier, erupting in small explosions as they turned into nothing but dust.


    Sensing the abominations load for another barrage, Ajax uttered.


    "Shadow Pike."


    The shadow tendrils nesting behind him slowly rose in the air, spearing towards the hybrids before firing a plethora of spear-like shadows ahead.


    Multiple explosions shook the earth as the spears tore holes through the abominations, easily penetrating through their bodies and drilling through the ground.


    The rest of the hybrids ran back in horror as Ajax mercilessly strode forward, dicing and crushing them under his overwhelming power.


    Back on the battlefield, Samael darted back and forth, his claws cleaving one wolf after the other as he formed small mountains of corpses.


    Blood and organs flew high in the air, descending in the form of crimson rain.


    Halting on his tracks, Samael gazed at his hands. An idea brewing behind his pupils as he muttered.


    "Void Mark."


    "Void Augmentation."


    Slowly, dark lines travelled up his hands, shrouding his forearm and elbow as his claws underwent changes once more.


    Solidified pieces of Void matter encased his hand, acting as armour and strengthening him even further.


    Samael''s eyes glimmered as he shifted his gaze forward. The wolves visibly flinched as they slowly backed away, their silver furs rising on ends.


    With one forceful kick to the ground, Samael''s figure burst forward, stirring the dust as he zoomed ahead.


    The wolves hastily jumped to the side, but Samael kept up the pressure as he took a sharp turn.


    The wolves, left with nowhere else to run, snarled at Samael as they lunged forward, jaws wide open.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as he twisted his body sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack before countering with a brutal swing.


    The reinforced Void claw struck the wolf square in the face, crushing its skull before drilling forward, bisecting the beast in two.


    Droplets of blood stained Samael''s visage as he jerked his arm akin to a wheel, mowing down the abominations in front of him.


    Stolen novel; please report.


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    <td>Devoured Void Essence of "Imgrave Wolves" [Hatchling III] +590 pts.</td>


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    <td>Devoured Void Essence of "Imgrave Wolves" [Hatchling III]... </td>


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    A plethora of Codex panels warped beside Samael as he devoured one wolf after the other.


    The wolves trembled as they watched the massacre. They could only shake in fear as their kin were thrown away like rotten fruits.


    Clenching their jaws, the wolves marched forward, attacking Samael all at the same time.


    However, Samael''s lips curled into a smirk.


    "Abyss spikes," he muttered.


    Large quantities of Void matter shot out of Samael''s figure, knocking some of the wolves away.


    The wave of Void matter swiftly condensed before springing upwards, impaling the attacking abominations.


    Dozens of wolves howled in agony as the spikes tore holes through their flesh and bones, slowly leaving them to bleed.


    Samael stood idle in the middle of the field as he watched the light in their eyes die out little by little. A plethora of Codex panels morphing beside him.


    The last remaining groups of abominations didn''t dare to take another step, their legs trembling vigorously.


    Shifting his gaze towards them, Samael summoned Crimson Raven.


    The last surviving wolves flinched, their legs slowly lowering down towards the ground as they stared with eyes wide in horror.


    Samael looked like a demon sent to reap them as he stood in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield, with corpses of their kin forming mountains behind him.


    The wolves couldn''t move; they couldn''t breathe, nor could they howl. They could only... stare as Samael slowly inched closer to them.


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    <td>Passive [Feeder] has taken effect!</td>


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    <td>Crimson Raven feeds on the fear of your enemies...</td>


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    <td>Passive [Feed] has taken effect!</td>


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    <td>Crimson Raven feeds on the blood of your enemies...</td>


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    Samael''s grip tightened, his gaze tearing a hole through the cowering wolves.


    Oh, how far they''ve fallen.


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    The wolves watched as Samael''s figure turned to a blur, their eyes unable to follow his movements.


    As his silhouette vanished before their eyes, a cold touch of wind travelled through their entirety.


    Then their vision swirled.


    Samael sheathed Crimson Raven back as he wiped the beads of blood staining his cheek.


    Soon, multiple heavy thuds echoed in the air as the wolves fell one by one, headless and cold.


    Glancing over his his shoulders, Samael saw Ajax sitting on a boulder, patiently waiting for him.


    However, before he could take another step, Samael jolted as screams and cheers thundered in the air.


    The warriors roared with all their might, tears streaming down their cheeks as they thumped on their chests.


    They weren''t cheering because they got to live another day. They were cheering because, for once, the abominations finally reaped what they sow.


    For once, it felt as though victory was within arms reach.


    Samael slowly approached Ajax, sitting down with him as they both watched the first rays of sun pierce through the dark clouds.


    ***


    Some time after the raid, the warriors were swiftly given medical attention. They were escorted by the evacuated medics and healers earlier.


    On the other hand, all abled men or women were tasked with collecting the dunamis of the felled creatures. Afterwards, dispose of them.


    Unlike some abominations, the meat of an imgrave wolf is highly toxic. The reasons are still unknown as of now.


    Repairs were also being held as fast as they could. The siege dealt heavy damage to the defences of the fortress. They had to get the ballistas up and ready before another raid like this occurred.


    Samael and Ajax found themselves inside a provided tent. The tent had two beds, a single wooden table with refreshments on top, and two bright lamps on the side, casting shadows within the room.


    There have been a few healers that came by a while ago, insisting on checking up on them. Fortunately, Samael had managed to convince them they were unharmed. He had regeneration to begin with; the same goes for Ajax.


    Right now, they''re waiting for the "general" of this place. According to Ajax''s intel, his name was Timeus Grand. A knight of the enlightened one stage.


    He''s one of the most valued knights of the Tertian order and has thus been given the mission of recapturing Georgo Road.


    The Tertian order is the circle of knights present in all sanctuaries. While they''re not as famous as the Watchers Guild, that cannot be said for the Tera Sanctuary.


    Tera is a sanctuary where most of the olden-day nobles reside. Some people would refer to it as the higher circle since all of its population is filled with aristocrats.


    This is the reason why watchers aren''t as widespread there. Nobles believe they are barbaric and low in comparison to the gallant knights of the Tertian order.


    Tera has earned a bad reputation within the Watchers Guild because of that trait.


    Samael leaned back as he summoned the Codex, bracing himself for the upcoming stream of notifications.


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    Devoured Essence of "Imgrave Wolves" [Hatchling III] x137 + 42,470 pts.


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    Samael''s gaze glimmered for a moment. A small, imperceptible smile made its way to his face.


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    Do you wish to proceed?


    Yes or no?


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    Crimson Raven


    Tier 4 -> Tier 6 Mark 2.


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    <td>A new skill has been acquired for Crimson Raven!</td>


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    Void mastery


    Tier 5 Mark 3 ---> Tier 6 Mark 3


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    Samael read the notifications with care before setting some aside and focusing his gaze on the tier elevation notice.


    Proceed He commanded.


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    Samael took a deep breath as that familiar wave of strength flowed in his veins, sharpening his senses and power even further.


    Clenching his fist, Samael felt the power to bend steel as though playing with clay.


    After a few more seconds, the euphoria slowly died out, leaving a single panel in front of Samael.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]...[+]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Metamorphosis III


    Condition: Good, Minor fatigue


    STATS


    STR: 5870


    SPD/AGI: 5667


    CONSTITUTION: 6836


    SPIRIT: 6000


    CHARM: 50


    ?SKILLS [+]


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    He has been constantly getting stronger since the moment they started this mission of theirs. It has been dangerous but bountiful, leaving Samael with a mix of emotions.


    Shifting his gaze to the side, he commanded the Codex to show him the newly obtained skill of Crimson Raven.


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    Samael''s gaze narrowed, his brows furrowed.


    An augmentation ability, but at the risk of losing my sense of reasoning... Samael thought as he read further, his frown deepening with each passing second.


    It has been some time since he felt such reluctance in front of a skill.


    While an augmentation ability is always welcomed, was it really worth it if it left him blinded in anger? Potentially causing him to hurt his allies in its midst?


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips. While he wishes to keep the skill untouched, his battle with the leviathan cub has proven it to be a massive mistake.


    He can only train and look forward to what the future holds.


    Reading further, Samael''s eyes widened as another panel warped in front of him.


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    Ascension trial? Samael thought in confusion.


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    A trial...? What kind of¡ª


    Samael''s ears flinched as the sound of steel boots inched closer.


    He''s here, Samael thought. It seems he''ll have to deal with this matter later.


    After a few more seconds of silence, a hand reached out and dragged the tent entrance open, revealing their long-awaited host.


    Samael''s gaze travelled up and down, examining the man.


    Timeus had an imposing aura, but his power was the real deal. Well, it is to be expected considering he''s merely one rank away from sainthood.


    I wonder who will win. Enlightened Ajax, or him? Samael wondered.


    Timeus confidently sat across them as he set down his esteemed blade.


    So that''s the black blade that is said to have slaughtered thousands of abominations, Samael thought as he examined the weapon.


    Ajax raised his visor as he spoke. "Timeus?"


    Timeus reached out before replying. "Yes, that''s indeed me."


    Ajax turned down the handshake with a wave of his hand.


    This guy... Samael thought.


    "Ah yes. If you wish," Timeus said as he retracted his calloused hands.


    "Nonetheless, I am indebted to the both of you. Without your help, Stellaris camp may have fallen," he said as he lowered his head on the ground.


    Samael''s brows rose to an arch. The same can be said for Ajax.


    A knight giving his thanks in such an... unrefined manner? It seems there is truly a first time for everything.


    "But if you''ll excuse me, may I ask the names of our guests?" he followed shortly.


    A frown crept its way to Samael''s visage as he asked. "Did you not receive a letter? One from the Watchers Guild?"


    Timeus held his chin as he fell deep in thought.


    "Unfortunately, some of our resource routes have been constantly ambushed by abominations," Timeus replied with a deep sigh.


    Ajax fell silent for a moment, and Samael followed suit.


    It seems the situation is far more dire than they expected.


    "How long ago has this happened?" Ajax asked.


    "Weeks," Timeus replied.


    "...Well, it appears introductions are in place," Ajax said before shifting his gaze towards Samael.


    Samael could only shake his head.


    "My name is Samael, and this is my mentor, Ajax," Samael said.


    Upon hearing Samael''s words...


    Timeus paled.

 CH43-Mole

    Once Samael and Ajax''s identities were revealed, word soon spread like wildfire within the encampment.


    Countless tales and rumours have gone by as the years have passed. Many have heard of the stories of brave warriors fighting on the front lines and bringing victory in their wake. But everyone knew they were all hoaxes. False adventures and feats spread to raise morale.


    At least that was until the peculiar rumour of two echoes who fought teeth and stone against an opponent capable of bringing calamity upon its wims.


    It started as nothing but worthless ramblings, the usual, if you may say. But not for long.


    The truth of the events that unfolded that day slowly unveiled itself, revealing what many have thought of as fantasies to be nothing but the truth.


    Some thought it was luck that they survived, but as the years passed, the more they were proven wrong.


    The two legends slowly gained fame through their merit. Eventually being bestowed with the title of...


    "The grim hound and the shadow saint..." Timeus muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.


    It was truly an unexpected visit. Who would''ve thought that the Watchers Guild would send the very legends who fought the Saint of Plague, Antrax?


    Had he known, he would''ve prepared a feast for them to show his respect for their power.


    "If you may excuse my rudeness, sir... But why the long face? Isn''t it a blessing now that they''re here?" A tall man in his 30s inquired.


    Timeus released a soft sigh. "Indeed, it is a good thing that they''re here, but it still baffles me that the Watchers Guild, an association Tera despises, would send a saint," he replied.


    A saint is as rare as it gets. It was the powerhouse of each guild present. There''s a reason why there''s one in every sanctuary.


    Everyone who holds a position within said guilds knows enough that the Saints the citizens have knowledge of are but the tip of the iceberg.


    Each and every single organisation keeps their true powers away in case a struggle for power arises.


    "Still, we should be thankful. With them here, perhaps things will truly change for the better," Timeus said as he glanced outside his tent.


    Only time can tell.


    ***


    Samael silently strode forward, ignoring the murmurs and whispers of the warriors residing within the camp.


    He had learned to keep his ears shut tight, as his reputation often garners unwanted attention.


    The warriors keenly followed Samael''s movement, quietly measuring his true power and whether the rumours and tales held true.


    However, they would only be left disappointed and confused as Samael felt like a veil of darkness, one so dark their gazes could not pierce. Thus, they turn to speculation.


    "Is he really the Grim Hound?" A voice asked.


    "I''m not sure myself," a voice replied.


    "He doesn''t look that strong." A voice chimed in.


    "Shhh! He might hear you!" A voice reprimanded.


    Samael could only let out a sigh as he kept his eyes forward.


    He has been looking for Ajax for a while now. The saint suddenly vanished the moment Timeus ended their meeting. Where did he go? Samael is unsure himself.


    However, he does have a hunch.


    Shutting his eyes close, Samael''s senses peaked as his Void compass shot out, shrouding the encampment slowly but surely.


    Found him, Samael thought as he speared a glance ahead.


    His senses slowly led him straight to a tent; residing inside was Ajax, along with a few familiar faces.


    "Samael!" Erubin exclaimed as he painstakingly sat up, his body buried under layers of bandages.


    "Erubin, you look... well," Samael said.


    Erubin chuckled in return as he leaned back with a sigh.


    "How long will you be bedridden?" Samael asked as he sat down.


    "A few weeks minimum, as said by the doctors," Erubin replied as he smiled wryly.


    "Well, it is what it is," Samael said.


    Turning his gaze to the side, Samael caught sight of Ajax sitting around a table with layers of papers laying before him.


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    Inching closer, Samael saw a map and dozens of pieces of paper containing information regarding the situation these past few weeks¡ªinformation they have regarding the enemies and backgrounds of the warriors present in the camp.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips. They just got here, but there was no time to rest. They must complete this mission within 2 to 3 months at most. Any more than that, and the sanctuaries will suffer greatly.


    "Have you made plans already?" Samael asked as he sat at the edge of the wooden table.


    Ajax remained silent for a while as he burned his gaze at the map of Georgo Road.


    "I have," Ajax responded after some time.


    Samael reached out, grasping the files before carefully reading them, his brows slowly arching as his eyes stride forward.


    It''s this bad, huh? Samael thought.


    According to the file he has in his hand, it has been a few months since Georgo Road was raided and overtaken by monsters.


    There were no reports regarding when the wolves attacked. From what he understood, it was "sudden" and done before they knew it.


    That''s odd. Samael''s gaze narrowed.


    Georgo Road is one of the most heavily defended roads in all sanctuaries. After all, it''s responsible for delivering aid to other cities. So how come it was overtaken in the span of a few weeks? Not to mention the absurd speed of locating and capturing each minor road.


    These minor roads are hidden and are only known to specific transport groups and organisations; for them to be located with ease is simply confusing.


    "Erubin, do you have a list of the organisations and people who know the locations of the minor roads?" Samael asked.


    "Hmm? Sir Ajax also asked that question earlier," Erubin replied.


    Shifting his gaze towards Ajax, the saint handed him an envelope.


    Samael took out the documents, breezing through them, but to no avail. He failed to see anything out of order.


    The Chandler Trade Corp. is in charge of the delivery of the goods, along with the Xerxis Trading Unit. Samael thought.


    On the other hand, the Liesco Knight Squad keeps maintenance and patrolling the area. The rest are government officials close to the knights order, Samael concluded.


    Massaging his chin, Samael couldn''t help but frown. It was truly odd.


    "Is there something wrong, Samael?" Erubin asked upon seeing his troubled expression.


    Samael lowered his gaze for a moment, lost in his thoughts as he asked. "Are there any other groups not included in this list?"


    Erubin fell into contemplation as he replied. "No, not as far as I know. Why? Is there something amiss?"


    Should I tell him? Samael asked himself.


    No, at least not yet, he thought.


    "It''s nothing," Samael responded before spearing a glance towards the silent saint and leaving the tent.


    Ajax soon followed, trailing Samael''s steps and meeting him at the back.


    "So you noticed it too," Ajax said.


    Samael gave a nod.


    The situation itself was suspicious and absurd. For the abominations to conquer the Georgo road with such ease, not only decimating each attack launched by the camp but also avoiding the traps and defences laid in place, they would have to be well informed and prepared.


    While many may believe this is a stupid claim, it isn''t entirely impossible. There are a variety of sentient creatures out there, capable of learning and memorising patterns. And based on the reports, it isn''t too far-fetched, as the wolves have shown enough intellect to ambush, specifically target resource routes, and even use their comrades to lure out warriors into the woods.


    Still, it seems they''re only capable of that much, which leads Samael to think that there''s...


    A mole.


    Someone within Tera has purposely given the beasts information regarding the camps guarding the road.


    "It seems there is a traitor within their walls," Ajax said.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "If what we''re assuming is indeed correct, how did this ''mole'' even interact with the wolves? Not to mention, even if the rat did in fact give the abominations vital information, they do not have the capability to understand and fully utilise it," he reasoned.


    Samael and Ajax fell silent, lost in their own thoughts.


    What Samael said is, in fact, the truth. Even if the imgrave wolves are smart, they''re not that smart to use such intricate intel to plan out attacks in the bases situated at random.


    Unless they didn''t.


    The longer he thinks about it, the more it makes sense to Samael. If there were indeed a rat, it would justify how each and every attack Timeus has led has ended in failure.


    "It seems we''re going to pay Timeus a visit," Samael said.


    ***


    "They''re here, sir," Timeus''s assistant, Lucas, said.


    "Thank you, Lucas; please let them in," Timeus said.


    Lucas gave a brief nod before making his way out.


    It didn''t take long before Samael and Ajax made their way inside the room, silently sitting across Timeus.


    Timeus cleared his throat as he asked, a cold bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Sir Samael and Ajax, what brought you here today?"


    Sensing Ajax''s silence, Samael leaned closer. "General Timeus, we came here to clear out some doubts."


    Timeus''s brows furrowed. "Doubts?"


    Breaking his silence, Ajax spoke. "Has there been any contact made with the Church of Light?"


    Samael''s gaze shifted towards the saint. Ajax was taking a very straightforward approach. Isn''t he even worried their agenda might be revealed?


    "The church of light? Of course. As you know, the tertian order is quite close with the ministry. It''s common knowledge, really," Timeus replied.


    Samael''s visage remained blank, his thoughts running wild. The knights and church of light are close?


    Things weren''t looking too good for them.


    "How far do the knights interact with the church?" Samael inquired.


    Timeus shifted his gaze towards Samael. "Hmm... Well, for starters, the church often sends rations and aid here in the georgo camp. They provide us with the necessities and even manpower at times."


    "We also sometimes launch joint missions and training sessions along with the exchange of students to further strengthen our bonds," Timeus resumed.


    Samael fell silent, lost in his thoughts. Noticing this, Timeus couldn''t help but extend his curiosity forward.


    "Is there something wrong?" he asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," Samael lied.


    No matter how high Timeus''s rank is, they still cannot reveal the contents of their mission. Especially since he''s a knight.


    It seems they''re at a dead end.


    "Can you arrange a meeting between us and the parties included in this list?" Ajax said as he handed Timeus the documents regarding all people who knew the coordinates of each and every minor road.


    "Unfortunately, most of the people on this list are far within Tera. As you know, messages are nearly impossible to deliver as the roads are blocked by abominations," Timeus replied.


    Ajax tilted his visor slightly upward as he spoke. "You said most. Who are those currently accessible?"


    "That would mostly be the knights, including the Liesco knight squad in charge of maintenance before the invasion," Timeus answered.


    "Do you want me to schedule a meeting with them?" he resumed.


    "That would be appreciated," Samael said before raising his feet.


    "Oh, another thing. General Timeus, can you give us access to information regarding those who know the coordinates of the minor roads?" Samael asked.


    "I''ll give my regards to Lucas; please rest assured," Timeus said.


    "We''ll take our leave now; thank you for your time," Samael said before leaving the room with Ajax.


    "What now?" Samael asked the saint.


    "For now, we wait and proceed as I''ve planned. If there really is a mole, they might get suspicious of us," Ajax answered.


    Samael could only hope for the best.

 CH44-Ascension trials.

    As another day passed, the Stellaris camp had begun its usual routine. Within its wall, silhouettes gathered inside a tent, along with stacks of paper neatly arranged at the side of a large wooden table.


    Ajax had begun examining each individual present within the encampment. With Timeus''s permission, they had also managed to gather information regarding the people involved with the coordinates of the minor roads. It was delivered early this morning by a man named Lucas.


    However, their search proved fruitless, as they''ve slowly burned through the possible culprits.


    The merchants and transport groups were swiftly removed from the equation. Records state that they''ve been gone for a while now and that their knowledge is highly limited.


    This lured their attention to the knights. According to the reports, the knights were highly knowledgeable about the locations of these roads, as it''s their job to maintain safety and lead the transport groups to the right paths.


    However, upon careful observation, they were yet again left at a dead end.


    The Liesco Knight squad was clean. There were no anomalies in their history, background, or even affiliation.


    It is stated that they''ve been part of the Liesco Knight Squad for the last 10 years. They''ve undergone the knight training regime and graduated with high honours under their names. There were no loopholes.


    But that didn''t lower their suspicion one bit.


    There was another group involved with just as much knowledge as the Liesco knights. A group with visible affiliations to the church of light.


    They were priests and holy warriors borne from the exchange done by the Tertian order and ministry.


    They were stationed on the Georgo Road just about the same time as the Liesco knights and have been serving there ever since.


    Unfortunately, most of them were dead. Yes. Dead.


    When the invasion occurred, many of them were caught in the fight. They were labeled killed in the act of duty after a week has passed without even a single news of their whereabouts.


    But there was a single man who was still alive. His name was Ludric. A priest capable of using light magic.


    Ludric was not present when the disaster struck. He was on a delivery mission that had just returned to Tera. This was suspicious for both Samael and Ajax. It was almost as though he knew the attack would occur that day.


    Delving deeper into his history, they both found that Ludric was a priest with minor talent in the light element. He can perform basic light abilities and purification.


    "It says here Ludric is situated in a camp near Stellaris camp. His return isn''t expected soon. Should we make a visit there?" Samael asked.


    "It''s too risky," Ajax replied before taking a brief pause. "For now, we''ll ask around and gather information about him. There''s bound to be something considering he''s been active just as much as the Liesco knight squad."


    Samael gave a nod before shifting his gaze back at the paper.


    While they plan to find out if the church has any involvement in all this mess, they also have to make it as covert as possible. Not to mention, liberate the Georgo road.


    Ajax''s plan is simple. He intends to form teams of warriors to launch missions outside the camp.


    These teams will each have their own specific objectives. Currently, they''re focusing on four main tasks. Namely: reconnaissance, relief missions, monster cleaning, and reconstruction.


    Ajax''s thought process was simple. The first was reconnaissance. He would send out teams to scout ahead and memorise the land. Why? They cannot rely on the old maps as the Georgo road they knew before no longer exists.


    After the invasion, the abominations rapidly decayed the land, mutilating it beyond recognition. This took the geographical advantage of the warriors away, which paved the road for their demise.


    However, there was, in fact, a hurdle ahead of them.


    Scouts and trackers were a rarity among the knights. They considered it a "low" occupation, which led it to diminish rapidly. This, coupled with the sudden attack of the imgrave wolves, trimmed down their number even further. Stellaris Camp itself has barely a dozen. A few of them haven''t returned from their missions.


    But Samael and Ajax weren''t giving up so easily.


    Ajax had thought of teaching the warriors to scout and track, but he knew it wasn''t the most efficient route, plus it would take months, if not years. This meant that he and Samael would have to work their backs out while they stuffed as much information as they could.


    But Samael had a better idea.


    Samael thought of a system where they could utilise signs to send out certain messages. They will carve out specific markings on the places they''ve been through, and each of these markings will have its own meaning.


    This will allow the warriors moving through that place to know that it has been explored. Not only that, but it will also be present in their new maps.


    To avoid overwriting the marks without permission, they will infuse their elemental essence into the marking itself.


    Currently, he has made a few markings, each with its own meaning. One is a claw mark, symbolising an area infested with abominations. The amount of claw will determine the severity of the situation. One will mean intermediate, two will signify dire, and three will mean infested.


    The second is another claw mark, but with a long gash, meaning the area is clear of monsters and relatively safe to camp on.


    With the current intel they possess, Samael has labelled their maps in three. The inner parts, which were near the Stellaris camp, are average, with few abominations spotted. The mid-regions were marked as hostile as there were frequent sightings of imgrave wolves, while the furthest region where the major road is found is named Ground Zero.


    Samael will just have to send it to Timeus for confirmation. Meanwhile, Ajax is already halfway through building each and every team. The saint made sure that every person has a job and that everything is balanced.


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    He took into consideration their abilities, elements, fields of expertise, and backgrounds. After all, synergy is as important as strength.


    In simple terms, the attack teams had two variants. One is labelled as a major group, and the second is a minor roup. Major groups are numbered from 12 above as they''re tasked with clearing large amounts of enemies, while minor groups often number around six. They''re composed of two melee fighters, one ranged mage or archer, one healer, one support, and another warrior to guard the two non-combatants.


    On the other hand, scouting teams may vary. The number of people that will accompany the scouts will depend on the level of the area.


    Their second day on the camp ended like that, working tirelessly as they formulated the squads one by one. Of course, it was only possible due to their awakened bodies capable of extreme speeds and with the help of volunteers.


    The next morning, Timeus immediately spread word of the newly implemented teams. They''ve also started accepting volunteers for the scout training programme.


    Due to the strict situation, Samael will be the one to lead the scouts in their ventures and will be the one to teach them the basics. After all, he''s the second-best tracker in the camp after Ajax.


    He''s already thought of a few things, but he''s mainly focusing on two things. Stealth and escape skills.


    Ajax, on the other hand, will lead the monster extermination groups and aid in defence. Sightings of imgrave wolves near the border have been more frequent. It was also a great way to boost morale.


    Samael silently stood in a corner, blending with the shade as he watched the long lines of warriors pile up by the second.


    It was hard to gather so many warriors since the taboo that scouting is "low" still lingers. Because of this, Timeus had no choice but to provide extra benefits in the form of extra rations and better gear for those willing. Of course, only if they pass.


    Samael has given them precise criteria for those who may possess talents in scouting and tracking. He''ll only act once the knights have trimmed down the number of applicants.


    It looks like it''s not going to end anytime soon. Samael thought before opening the codex.


    They''ve been so busy that he hasn''t had time to examine the "ascension" quest given to him a few days ago.


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    If I remember correctly, years ago, when I first joined the guild, Ajax told me the story of the cataclysm. He said that these rifts formed when the challenger failed his quest, Samael recalled.


    It was mentioned by the Codex before as well that it was through these "ascension trials" that he may reach new heights. But he can''t help but wonder about something.


    The Codex never really mentioned the formation of rifts.


    Can you elaborate further? Samael asked the Codex.


    Upon receiving commands, a blue panel morphed in front of Samael, illuminating his pupils as he read the contents with great care.


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    Samael''s brows rose. Again, rifts were not mentioned. Nonetheless, focusing on the screen, Samael couldn''t help but reminisce.


    A redacted piece of information? It''s been a while since I''ve seen one, he thought, an odd sense of nostalgia passing through his pupils.


    As he flew through the ranks, so did his authority. Slowly, the information he wasn''t allowed to view showed itself before him. Testament to all the hardships he''s been through.


    For the Codex to hide something from him means that this information far exceeds the authority he currently holds.


    Observing it closer, the codex made it appear as though "someone" had created these trials.


    So there are beings of such power out there? Samael thought. And he believed he was stronger than most.


    Nonetheless, Samael shifted his focus to the matter at hand.


    If he wishes to rise to the next rank, it seems he must undergo this trial and complete the challenge presented before him.


    If I were to undergo this trial right now, what would happen? Samael asked.


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    I will be sent to a different "plane?" Samael reiterated, his gaze narrowed.


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    <td>Yes, a different reality created by [REDACTED]. Each of these realities is specifically tailored for every individual.</td>


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    There it is again... Samael thought.


    Does this mean I''ll leave this place temporarily? Samael asked.


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    <td>That is correct.</td>


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    A small frown etched its way into Samael''s visage. It seems this trial of his will be postponed for a while. It might take months, if not years, for him to finish said challenges; he doesn''t have the luxury to wait for so long.


    Sensing his worries, another panel warped itself before him.


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    Different? Explain Samael commanded.


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    <td>Within the trial, time is slowed greatly in comparison to now. What appears to be days here is equivalent to months and years in there.</td>


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    Samael held his chin, a glimmer of amusement lingering in his pupils.


    Is there a fixed amount of time? For example, a day here is how long in a trial? Samael asked in curiosity.


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    A day inside the trial will be equivalent to six hours here. This is due to the Grand Rules of the [REDACTED], imposed by the [REDACTED].


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    More redacted information, but it''s good to know that it has a fixed time difference set in motion, but... Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Thinking back years ago, Ajax told him the story of the first person to complete his trial. The person said he spent decades inside this trial, fighting for his life. If he takes into consideration the time that person spent...


    Isn''t that way longer than the set time? Samael couldn''t help but ask.


    Are you sure of this information? Samael asked the codex.


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    But then how...? Samael thought in confusion.


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    Samael grimaced as the sharp, blaring sounds of redacted information struck him square in the face.


    ENOUGH!!! Samael hastily commanded, swiftly shutting down the Codex.


    It appears he needed to rise in rank once more to see what secrets the Codex has in store for him.


    Taking a glance ahead, Samael steeled his resolve.


    For now, he''ll focus on what''s ahead of him.

 CH45-Scout training

    The scout enlistment ended around noon, when the sun was at its peak. What was left of the hundreds of hopeful candidates were but mere dozens.


    As Samael approached the trainees, he swiftly counted their numbers.


    42 candidates from over 500 participants, he thought.


    It was fairly surprising how many knights were trimmed out. He expected there would be more, considering many warriors from the other smaller camps purposely made their way here.


    The 42 remaining warriors were a mix of watchers, knights, and soldiers. The majority of them were watchers, which didn''t come as a surprise for Samael.


    Samael inched closer towards the group, his steps silent and quick. Before they even knew it, he was already standing before them.


    As he revealed himself, murmurs and whispers lingered in the air, along with the judging gazes of the bystanders and soon-to-be scouts they procured.


    "So that''s the rumored grim hound?"


    "He''s not even an adult..."


    "That kid''s going to teach us?"


    Samael felt as though hawks were eyeing him, akin to prey. But if they think in such a way, they''re fools. He didn''t get his title.


    He earned it.


    A suffocating surge of pressure downed the field, devouring it without mercy, along with those unfortunate enough to be near him.


    The warriors couldn''t help but sharply suck in air as they tensed their bodies. Had they not, they feared oxygen would''ve left their lungs long ago.


    Those too weak to withstand Samael''s presence buckled under his authority, slamming down the ground and stirring the dirt upon impact.


    The bystanders watching all fell silent, cold beads of sweat trickling down their foreheads.


    They couldn''t move.


    They couldn''t breath.


    They couldn''t look Samael straight in the eyes.


    It was like a knife was hovering near their throats, and one wrong move is all it takes to end everything.


    Samael took one step closer, increasing the pressure he''s emitting, forcing more to buckle under his power as he spoke, his tone cold and heavy.


    "My name is Samael. I will be your instructor for the next few months of our stay here."


    Taking another step forward, a dozen more struck the ground with their faces, burying themselves in the earth. Their muffled screams emanated in the air.


    "Starting today, you 42 candidates will look upon me as your teacher. I will not tolerate disrespect and disobedience," Samael stated, his gaze narrowing down as he eyed the last few men still standing.


    It seems some of them have talents, he thought.


    Taking one last step forward, a far more violent surge of astral pressure knocked down the last standing candidates, forcing them to kneel as their astral veils were torn to shreds.


    "I look forward to your cooperation," Samael said before turning around.


    The titanic pressure weighing down the field seized at once, fading out of existence as though it were never there in the first place.


    The buried warriors all gasped in unison, their faces bathed in crimson hue and large pulsing veins as they hungered for air. Ice-cold sweat drenched their backs as their hearts galloped.


    Shifting their gaze at Samael, who was sitting on a chair, silently watching them, they couldn''t help but swallow involuntarily.


    Samael learned from Icarius and Aphemis that a demonstration of power will drill fear into the hearts of your men along with a sense of respect.


    He may not earn their loyalty now, but that doesn''t mean he''ll tolerate their blatant disregard for his authority.


    The warriors slowly rose to their feet, their bodies visibly trembling as they fell into formation.


    Their gazes remained low, fear glimmering off their pupils. How can they not? Astral pressure was the culmination of killing intent, bloodlust, and soul strength. For Samael, a "kid" to release so much means...


    He was a monster.


    Samael gave a small nod. This was more like it. He would rather they despise him but survive out there than like him but perish the moment they step out of these towering walls.


    "I won''t waste your time, so I''ll get straight to the point," Samael said.


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    "Due to the time constraints, I''ll only be teaching you what''s necessary to survive out there," Samael pointed out.


    "Later, you''ll be given a document containing the lessons you''ll undertake under my guidance," Samael stated before rising up and leaving the field.


    The warriors were probably already tired from the elimination, as it contained a series of tests that may prove difficult for some.


    Regarding his lesson plan, it goes like this: Samael will teach them basic survival abilities that they may use in the wild.


    All while he continues to drill the importance of preparedness and awareness into their skulls.


    Once those two lessons are out of the way, Samael will proceed to train them in the art of stealth. It may not look like it, as he fights in a rather peculiar way, but he knows how to hide his presence when need be.


    He''ll conduct all this training outside the Stellaris camp. It''s dangerous, but it''ll help them improve the most, as the threat of death will keep them on their toes.


    Lastly, Samael will teach them the power of observation and navigation. Although he will only be able to impart the basics, it is better than none.


    It was quite vexing considering the time frame he has, but he''ll have to make do with what little he has.


    If push comes to shove, he''ll cram all the lessons they would need simultaneously and call it a day.


    Upon leaving the field, Samael found himself in his tent with a hunch of documents stacked beside him.


    Within those pieces of paper were drawn images of the successful participants in the scout regiment program, along with their personal information, history, powers, and affiliations.


    None of them had any history regarding scouting, which didn''t really come as a surprise. However, some of them did have experience with stealth missions or night raids, which will hasten one of his lessons.


    The majority of them wielded uncommon elements, namely mud, sand, and wood. But a few rare warriors held quite the rare elements, such as sound and mist.


    At Samael''s request, he made sure to separate the living quarters of the scouts. That way, he can access them easily.


    Samael ended the rest of his day by examining each participant and practicing his control over his element.


    As the sun peeked through the horizon, Samael was greeted by yet another busy day.


    Without wasting time, he made his way towards the designated camp sites, where he gave the trainees a lively good morning.


    "ATTENTION!" Samael roared, his voice amplified with his ability [Encompassing Voice].


    The warriors jolted up, forcefully stripping themselves away from the lovely embrace of their beds.


    Some of the trainees fell face first down the ground, while others panicked to get into formation.


    Distraught and confused, the participants could only grunt as they straightened their backs.


    Samael shifted his gaze to a golden clock nesting in his hands before pressing down a button and stopping the timer.


    "It took you 5 minutes to wake up and get into position," Samael said, his tone sharp and cold.


    The trainees couldn''t help but sweat in fear as their bodies stiffened upon remembering the events yesterday.


    "As future scouts, preparedness and readiness for any scenario is your forte. If we were in the wild, you''d all be dead," Samael berated in a calm manner, his piercing gaze slowly traveling through the warriors.


    The cadets couldn''t help but remain silent as Samael slowly passed through them.


    "I''m sure you''ve all read the training plans. I''m also certain General Timeus has provided all the necessities we''ll need," Samael said before taking a brief pause.


    "With that being said, I want you all geared up and ready to go in the next 5 minutes. Meet me at the gate of the camp," Samael said before his figure turned to a blur followed by one loud bang.


    The warriors eyes widened as they hastily jumped at their bunks, swiftly taking out the packages sent to them yesterday.


    Without uttering another word, they jumped into their gears, completely disregarding the mess they left before bolting out of the tents and onto the gate.


    The other bystanders couldn''t help but furrow their brows as they watched dozens of men and women run frantically as though something was chasing them.


    Arriving at the spot, the warriors were left stumped, as Samael was nowhere to be found.


    "What the hell?"


    "Is he serious?"


    "What''s going on?"


    Their murmurs were soon answered as a flock of ravens came from above, forcing them to fall back as the swarm merged together in Samael''s shape, revealing their mentor.


    "You all failed again," Samael said.


    The cadets exclaimed in confusion. How did they fail when they did as he asked?


    "As scouts, we remain hidden as we advance forward. That also entails that we never leave any sign of our presence," Samael pointed out.


    "All of you left your posts unattended and in a state of chaos. If the enemy found your camp, they would''ve tracked you down, and you''d have sabotaged the safety of everyone with you," Samael said, his gaze piercing through each and every trainee.


    The warriors fell silent, their eyes peering down in shame.


    "With me," Samael monotonously said before storming out of the camp.


    The warriors exchanged looks before catching up to Samael.


    Samael led the group towards the towering trees, some of which were already showing signs of severe decay.


    The warriors could only swallow as they felt the chill caress their spines as the cold wind blew their hair back.


    "Lesson 1: As scouts, knowledge is power. Does any of you know how to keep warm without the presence of fire?" Samael asked.


    The group of cadets fell into contemplation before some raised their hands.


    "Perhaps by bringing extra layers of cloth?" A woman answered.


    "Wrong," Samael replied before looking at a man raising his hand.


    "By moving more often?" he answered.


    "Wrong," Samael replied, shutting down the man without mercy.


    "Anyone else?" Samael asked before looking around.


    "None?" he asked.


    "While the first two answers are not inherently wrong, they''re not a very good choice either," Samael pointed out.


    "The answer doesn''t rely on your gear alone, but to use nature to your advantage," Samael said before crouching down.


    "Simple things like dirt can help you combat the cold winds and help you retain heat and stay hidden at the same time," Samael said.


    "It will also help you lesson your baggage and move faster as you don''t need to bring extra weight with you nor will it waste your energy unnecessarily," He resumed.


    The warriors nodded in unison as they silently watched Samael rise up.


    "We''ll go deeper," Samael said as he proceeded forward.


    As he goes further and deeper into the woods, the more lessons Samael gives out.


    Grunts and groans echoed in the decaying woods as silhouettes slowly made their way up the trees, where Samael sat at the top, watching the cadets in silence.


    It took some time, but they eventually arrived at their destination, where they were greeted by the setting sun staining the sky orange in its grace.


    The warriors couldn''t help but feel breathless for a moment as they watched the glowing star leave the horizon.


    "Taking the high ground will allow you all to know where you are headed and provide shelter for the upcoming night," Samael said as he leaned back.


    This brought back some memories of his past. The day he escaped, he had to learn how to climb a tree.


    It was one of his first memories of freedom. One he will remember till the end of his time.


    As the sky slowly dimmed, bringing forth the dark, cold wind and the bright stars that illuminated the sky, yet another day has ended.

 CH46-Scout training II

    As the night went on its parade, a group of trainees all lay motionless in the dirt, sleeping off all the fatigue they had accumulated.


    However, amongst the sleeping cadets stood a single silhouette, silently moving through the ranks and marking them with ink to the last one.


    As he marked the final cadet, the silhouette came forward and spoke, his pressure whipping forth.


    "Wake up, cadets," Samael uttered.


    The gust of pressure slapped the cadets awake, forcing them to stumble in panic as they hurriedly rose to their feet, weapons in hand, as they frantically searched their vicinity, only to spot Samael.


    "Once again, you''ve failed," Samael said.


    "I''ve marked you all with a marker; those blots mean you''ve died," he resumed.


    The trainees lowered their weapons in disbelief before they searched their bodies for the mark.


    "Have I not made myself clear earlier? As scouts, readiness is our forte. You lose your edge and you die. That''s it," Samael berated.


    The cadets could only lower their heads as they accepted the scolding.


    "Let this serve as a warning." Samael took a brief pause as he shot a glance over his shoulder.


    "The next time I catch you off guard, a mark won''t be the only thing I''ll leave you with."


    ***


    As the morning sun rose over the horizon, the warm light signalling the start of another busy day basked the decaying forest in its mercy.


    Samael''s group remained in the safer zones near the Stellaris camp. While he wanted to rush the training, he wouldn''t risk the total safety of everyone in his squad.


    "As future scouts, knowledge is power," Samael reiterated.


    "I''ll teach you all how to camouflage yourself," Samael said before taking out a kit from his dragon horde remnant.


    In his hand nested a plethora of powder and multicoloured body paint.


    "Take out your respective kits," Samael said before he pointed at the pouches in their waists.


    The warriors followed suit as they took out the same-looking container Samael had, inspecting it before glancing at their mentor.


    "These are body paints. They''re easily removable by using water and scrubbing it off. However, they''re also good for remaining hidden within your environment," Samael said.


    "Watch," Samael uttered as his hand weaved back and forth with baffling speed and accuracy.


    The cadets jaws fell wide open as they witnessed Samael''s left hand blend with the bark of a decaying tree. Had Samael not shown them, they wouldn''t even know it was there.


    "Do you all understand its importance now?" Samael asked.


    The trainees all nodded in unison when a man raised his hand.


    "Riley?" Samael asked, surprising the cadet.


    Samael imprinted their faces in his mind, along with their abilities and names. That way, he can grade them all fairly.


    "Excuse my rudeness, but how would this help in the long run? If we were to be faced with a sensory beast, wouldn''t they feel our presence anyway?" Riley asked.


    A small, imperceptible smile crossed Samael''s lips for a second as he replied. "That is true. That''s why I will also teach you how to hide your presence along with camouflage."


    Riley gave an understanding nod before stepping back.


    "I want you all to start taking out your brushes. I will guide you through the process," Samael instructed.


    The cadets disassembled their gear with haste, a trait Samael found quite pleasing. It only meant they were finally catching up to his habits.


    "Camouflage is similar to painting, except you''re mimicking your surroundings instead of making one from your imagination," Samael said.


    "That being said, a good way to know your subject of mimicry is to first critically observe it," Samael mentioned as he tapped the decaying bark, uncaring for the rot it''s emanating.


    The cadets slowly approached their chosen targets, their gazes piercing through as though they were seeing something.


    "Knowing how to blend colours is your biggest friend. Even if you were to copy the lines and textures of the target, if your colour is off, then you''ve failed," Samael reminded.


    "For now, I''ll allow you all to explore and mix your colours. Once you''ve all got the basics of it, we''ll advance," Samael uttered before leaning back.


    The cadets swiftly went to work, staining themselves with paint as they mixed one colour after the other.


    Some were simply going blind, while others showed promising attitudes, as they first started by understanding how colours work. Due to this, the degree of success varied from person to person.


    Some finished faster than the rest, while those too ignorant to notice took forever to understand the smallest concepts.


    By the time noon came around, the group had finally finished their testing.


    Samael came forward, checking their progress.


    While many of them managed to get close enough to the target colour, it wasn''t perfect by any means. Nonetheless, a job well done.


    "Good job. You managed to come close enough that an untrained eye might think it''s of the same colour," Samael praised.


    The cadets cheered in unison, smiles and laughs reverberating in the air.


    Trying out colours and trying to match them to your target might sound like a simple task, but it can be draining for beginners.


    "The next target is to copy the texture and appearance of your target," Samael swiftly followed, killing the cheers of the cadets.


    With a heavy sigh, the trainees went to work as they picked off their brushes.


    Samael paced around, watching the cadets try their best as he gave out some occasional tips to those unable to mimic their targets.


    "Try doing a much heavier stroke. That way it will show the depth and blend better," Samael said before turning to another trainee.


    "Don''t add too many lines; it will stand out from the rest," he pointed out before pacing forward once more.


    Slowly, time ticked away, chipping through them in silence. Eventually, frustration was bound to erupt.


    "FUCK!" A cadet named Ramon roared in fury as he slammed his brush on the ground.


    Samael calmly shot a glance at the man.


    "This is a waste of time!" He shouted.


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    The other cadets remained silent, doubt and uncertainty in their gaze.


    "Are you questioning my judgement?" Samael asked.


    Ramon flinched visibly as he involuntarily stepped back. His face white as snow in a cold winter month.


    "N-no, sir. I''m just simply confused about how this will really come in handy when we''re always on the move," Ramon reasoned, his head tilted down.


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips. He knew they were getting too obedient, and something was wrong.


    "Ramon, is it?" Samael asked.


    The man straightened his back. "Yes sir!"


    Samael shot a glance over the horizon, his gaze lost in reminiscence.


    "You see, I also questioned it once in my life," Samael said.


    A small smile of victory etched its way towards Ramon''s lips.


    "...Until I almost died from an abomination chasing me," Samael resumed.


    Pin-drop silence engulfed the squad, their eyes wide in surprise.


    "Do you know that the feeling of nearly dying to an abomination ranks above you?" Samael asked.


    The cadets wagged their heads in denial.


    "The only reason I''m standing here is because I learned the importance of camouflage then," Samael said before leaning back.


    Ramon and the other trainees stepped back, swiftly returning to their respective places and continuing work as though nothing had occurred.


    The camouflage training took a total of two days to grasp. On the third day, Samael started teaching the cadets how to hide their presence.


    "Hiding your presence is the second step in successful camouflage. No matter how well you hide, if they can sense you, it''s over," Samael lectured.


    "Gather in a circle," Samael instructed, which was followed soon enough.


    "Unfortunately, hiding your presence while being mobile is too advanced for you yet. So I will teach you how to do it while stationary," Samael pointed out.


    "Now close your eyes," he said.


    The cadets, unsure, slowly shut their eyes. Carefully listening to their surroundings in fear of an ambush.


    "Hiding your presence means hiding your physical aura and energy," Samael said as he demonstrated.


    The cadets brows rose to an arch. Fascination bloomed in their hearts as they struggled to detect where their mentor was.


    "Right now, you might not know where I am. Perhaps my voice may even sound distant to you," Samael said.


    "Yet I''m standing before you," Samael resumed as he revealed his presence, startling the cadets and forcing them to bolt up in surprise.


    "Get back into position," Samael ordered.


    "In order to hide your physical aura, you''d have to follow a few steps," Samael narrated.


    "Follow closely. First, slow your breathing down as slow as you can," he instructed.


    The cadets took a few deep breaths before attempting what Samael said without much issue.


    "Good. Your heart rate will eventually decrease if you do it correctly," Samael said.


    "The next step is to be aware of noises. Know when to move, when not to move, and how to move," Samael said.


    "Fortunately, you won''t have to do it yet, as we''re only learning it in stationary," he followed shortly.


    "That being said, remove any scent from yourselves. Mimic the scent of the environment you reside in," Samael mentioned.


    "But how will we do that?" A cadet named Ross asked.


    "Simple. You can achieve this in many ways: roll through the dirt, cover yourself in leaves, or even use the feces of animals," Samael explained.


    The cadets faces flinched for a brief second before returning to normal, which didn''t go unnoticed in Samael''s eyes. Well, it was to be expected.


    "Let''s move on," Samael said.


    "Aside from hiding your physical aura, you also have to control your essence at the same time," he resumed.


    With a flick of his finger, Samael''s mysterious aura vanished out of existence.


    The trainees brows rose in fascination. Although they do not possess astral compasses yet, they can still tell something has changed in Samael. It''s as though they were looking at a normal, mundane human instead of a capable Echo.


    At that moment, they all had the same thought. Was this how he fooled all of them into underestimating him?


    "Combine the two, and it will be hard even for echoes or abominations to sense your whereabouts," Samael uttered before he blended in the shadows.


    The cadets squinted their eyes and shifted their gazes back and forth, trying to peer through the darkness.


    But it was futile.


    Samael leaned back as he watched the trainees look for him, when he was not that far from them.


    The search went on for roughly ten minutes before Samael decided it was enough and stepped out of the shade.


    At this point, the cadets were more than willing to learn. Just how many of them had died in the hands of Imgrave wolves along with their blasted senses?


    These abominations are capable of sniffing you even before you approach their location. Ambush tactics, which were one of humanity''s greatest weapons, had a failure rate of nearly 95%!


    After all, how would you surprise an enemy when they already know you''re coming?


    "I assume you''re all ready to learn?" Samael asked.


    "Sir, yes, sir!" The trainees said in unison.


    Hiding your essence was by no means a difficult task, nor was it an easy one. In truth, the amount of work you need to put in depends on how well you wish to cover it.


    Even though Samael has been training this skill for some time now, he still hasn''t mastered it as far as Ajax. But so does the saint.


    Ajax himself hasn''t mastered the technique fully and claims there''s more to it. Potential they have yet to bring.


    "Hiding your essence is far more complex in comparison to hiding your aura," Samael said as he paced around.


    "It consists of three parts: control, observation, and limitations," Samael stated.


    "Control is where I teach you to know the flow of your essence, to feel it, and to become familiar with how it works," Samael lectured as he raised one finger up.


    "The second is observation. It''s the ability to observe the natural flow of energy in the atmosphere itself," Samael said as he raised another finger.


    "Knowing how to blend the flow of your essence with the surroundings will give it a natural camouflage," he resumed.


    Observation was a topic Samael recently gained information on. Especially after the Tirnu River incident, where the abominations managed to fool their senses through blending with the currents themselves.


    "Last but not least is limitations. Control alone won''t help you if you''re unable to limit the essence leaking from your body," Samael pointed out.


    After Samael''s speech ended, a cadet raised her arm.


    "Pardon me, sir, but how will we sense the natural flow of energy in the atmosphere without astral compasses?" she asked.


    Samael raised his arm as he answered. "Sensing the energy in the air doesn''t require you to have an astral compass. It can be achieved through being more sensitive to essence. Essence that you also have."


    "Shall we begin?" Samael asked.


    ***


    Samael silently held a piece of paper, slowly reading its contents with great care.


    It has been a few days since the stealth training of the cadets began. So far, they''re advancing fairly well despite the abominable speed Samael''s been putting on them.


    Much to his expectations, some of the cadets that managed to combat his pressure have been progressing with great haste.


    They''re learning the art of stealth faster than the rest. Now, while talent does hold a position here, so do their attitudes.


    Unlike some of the trainees, those who have been showing promising results are eager to learn more. Ajax would''ve been pleased if he had seen it.


    Samael flipped to the second page.


    The paper he was holding was a detailed report of Ajax''s ventures and affairs occurring in the camp.


    It seems that Ajax had managed to earn most of their trust through his show of great strength.


    Reports state that the casualties in each subjugation have significantly decreased from 80% to a meagre 10%!


    Unfortunately, not all was good.


    It seems that the wolves were smarter than they initially gave them credit for. Ajax excelled in night raids as he used the element of shadow. But recently, the imgrave wolves have started taking precautions, even though they were the ones to use the dark to their advantage.


    More and more wolves have been awake and guarding their lairs; some even take turns taking watch. This has slowed down their advance, especially for those not in Ajax''s unit.


    It seems he''ll have to hurry even more to join the fight as soon as he can. With the lack of scouts, the strike groups have had trouble with ambushes and terrain disadvantages.


    Samael rose to his feet as he brushed aside the leaves from the branch he resided in, peering through the clusters where a squad of knights, soldiers, and watchers trained in silence.


    Samael has carefully divided their schedule. This way, the cadets can train their other skills aside from stealth alone.


    Samael silently leaped off the tree, landing without noise as he strode forward, observing their progress with keen focus.


    Currently, the majority of the group is already in the observation phase. A few still decided to train the control part a bit more, as they felt as though they were lacking compared to their peers.


    Samael liked that. The talented trainees are serving as a goal. One that they must surpass.


    "Damn it," a female watcher uttered in frustration as she broke out of focus.


    Seeing Samael, the woman saluted and straightened her back. Sensing her frustration, Samael beckoned her to come closer.


    "What''s troubling you?" He asked.


    The woman, unsure at first, decided to answer anyway.


    "I''m unable to control the flow of my essence, sir!" She replied.


    "Can you elaborate?" Samael asked.


    The woman gave a nod. "Whenever I try to command it, it always disperses," she ranted.


    Samael felt a tinge of nostalgia. It was a wall he once faced.


    "The problem lies in how you view your powers. Your element is part of you. It''s YOUR power, and thus it''s YOU. Commanding it is an inefficient way of controlling it. Instead, feel it. Connect with it, and you''ll control it as naturally as you breathe," Samael replied.


    The woman fell silent for a moment, her eyes lost in contemplation. Seeing this, Samael silently stepped back.


    It has been like this for the last couple days. The trainees have started opening up to him after witnessing his willingness to teach.


    Unfortunately, it seems he''ll have to force them to adapt even more.


    Approaching the chosen representative of the group, Samael tapped his shoulder lightly.


    "Call the others," he briefly instructed.


    Yuin, the representative and one of the most talented cadets wielding the sound element, gave a nod before rising to his feet.


    It didn''t take long before a crowd formed along with the murmurs and whispers of the confused cadets.


    After swiftly counting everyone, Samael spoke.


    "I have received reports from the Stellaris camp. It seems they''ve been greatly slowed due to a lack of information on the battlefield. You do know what it means, right?" Samael said.


    The crowd fell silent, a torrent of emotions passing through their eyes. Samael knows many of them have lost friends and comrades on the decaying Georgo road.


    They didn''t know it before, but after observing Samael for some time, they finally understood the importance of information.


    Would things have changed had they known it before? Would their fallen brothers and sisters still be alive if they had been better?


    Before Samael, a fiery flame ignited within the gazes of the cadets. A flame hungry for revenge.


    Things were starting to get crazy.

 CH47-Scout training III

    Samael silently lurked in the shadows, observing in silence as he laid eyes on the cadets laying on the ground.


    This has been the scene for the last four days now. But how did this occur? It started when Samael revealed the news of Ajax''s slowed advance. That news ignited the flames of revenge behind the eyes of every single warrior on this plain.


    It was like an unquenchable thirst, torturing them. The cadets attitude took a massive turn. Fortunately, it was not a bad change.


    With their will to join the battle once more, the trainees wasted no time idling around. They themselves took the liberty of requesting a much harder schedule.


    Of course, as the mentor, Samael couldn''t be more pleased. So he did as they wanted.


    Samael edited their training regime to half of what he used to do under Ajax''s guidance.


    He shortened and lessened their breaks, took away their leisure times, and intensified their training even further.


    However, the changes in their attitudes also helped with their absurd growth.


    It seemed that in the few days of hardship they''ve been through, a bond was developed under the same banner of avenging their fallen brothers and sisters.


    Those who were slow cannot be considered lacking anymore. The stronger and more talented cadets guided them and aided them as much as Samael did.


    Within those four days, the trainees have become even more proficient with their camouflage skills and have garnered survival knowledge in the mass.


    Aside from that, they also leaped massively, as all of them are in the limitations phase now, which explains why they''re laying on the ground exhausted. If it weren''t for the shallow movements of their chests, one would think they''re corpses.


    Training for limitations is the hardest part of hiding your essence, as it requires you to release said elemental energy and adjust it to specific intensities.


    This drains your power fast, especially if you don''t possess that much essence.


    It has been nearly a month since they started their training outside the walls of the Stellaris camp. Samael could feel the rising tension in the air. It was only a matter of time before the imgrave wolves found a way to bypass their defense. After all, no matter how strong Ajax is, he can''t handle everything.


    But it won''t be long on their side either. Samael can sense it. The cadets were soon to learn the art of stealth, and they would advance to the last part of their training.


    Now he must not waste any more time.


    Samael leaped off the branch, landing silently on the decaying earth as he strode forward.


    ***


    "YES!"


    "WOHOOO!"


    "I''VE DONE IT! I''VE FUCKING DONE IT!"


    Roars and cheers emanated in the forest as the cadets celebrated their success. It has been five days of harrowing training and endless fatigue. But they''ve done it.


    With Samael''s guide along the way, the cadets have finally learned how to limit their essence diffusion, thus graduating from the stealth training.


    Once one of them managed to breakthrough, the others followed like rain falling from the sky.


    It started with Yuin, then Ramon, and chained down to the last member of the squad.


    It was to be expected, as Samael had already hand-fed every piece of information he had in his arsenal. He barely had any time to train himself as he kept shooting one advice after the other.


    He was there whenever they were met with an obstacle and was always available even when he''s training himself.


    Samael allowed the group to celebrate for one whole day. Because tomorrow, hell was about to dawn upon them.


    The cadets ate and drank to their hearts content, savoring the taste of freedom they couldn''t have during their training.


    They sang, danced and partied like there was no tommorow. It was a celebration worthy of praise.


    But to Samael''s surprise, their celebration ended quite fast as they swiftly approached him to begin his next lesson before night fell.


    So he delivered.


    "The last part of your training is observation and navigation," Samael said.


    Silence engulfed the crowd as anticipation bloomed in their hearts. This was it. They were nearing the end of their scouting journey. It was not far before they joined the battle once more.


    "Observation isn''t by any means hard. You''ve all already trained it with your stealth training, but now you must hone it to be able to remember and take as much information in short windows of time," Samael uttered before taking a brief pause.


    "Navigation, on the other hand, is far harder. Due to time constraints, I can only teach you one thing: adaptation," Samael resumed.


    "Shall we begin?" Samael asked with a sinister smile.


    Observation training wasn''t too hard or time-consuming. Samael just had to play a game of speed wherein he will reveal specific hand-drawn scenarios with time windows starting in 30 seconds and dialing down as they go further.


    The cadets will have to take in as much information as possible before coming up with a response. Response, which will vary greatly as each scenario is different.


    This is where Samael will not only hone their observation abilities but also their decision-making skills.


    As for navigation, Samael will subject the trainees to different harsh conditions, ranging from crawling through mud to crawling through tight underground tunnels.


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    He''ll shock them enough so that they''ll be forced to adapt or suffer even more. It was their choice.


    "Begin," Samael said as he unfolded a neatly drawn scenario. It was a chaotic battlefield with knights, watchers, and soldiers fighting tooth and bone. Their enemies were imgrave wolves in a barren landscape engulfed in chaos.


    "5...4...3...2...1... End," Samael said before folding it close.


    The cadets fell silent in contemplation when Samael started to question them.


    "Imgrave wolves launched an attack in Stellaris camp. A usual raid," a woman answered.


    "Wrong," Samael replied.


    "The Stellaris camp launched an attack on one of the imgrave wolf lairs, seeing as there are a lot of imgrave wolves present," a man said.


    "Wrong as well," Samael replied, his gaze darting over the group.


    "Anyone else?" he asked. But none answered.


    "The situation is as follows: the warriors were venturing in the forest when they were ambushed by imgrave wolves. How? There was no camp present, but only the warriors fighting in a destroyed landscape," Samael pointed out.


    "Not to mention, their ranks were scattered. This was not a coordinated attack. In observation, details matter," Samael reminded the cadets.


    The trainees nodded in unison as Samael showed another scenario. This time, it was a sight of yet another fight where one side was the warriors and the other was the imgrave wolves. In the surroundings, mountains of corpses littered the plains, along with fireballs igniting the sky.


    Samael counted down the seconds before closing the paper again.


    "What are your conclusions?" he asked.


    Yuin raised his hand with haste, startling his companions.


    "Judging by our information, it was a siege. I arrived at this conclusion because the warriors were in a tight formation, clearly facing the opposition. Not to mention, the fireballs in the sky are a clear sign of siege weapons," Yuin explained.


    "Oh, why do you think that?" Samael asked.


    "While echoes can in fact cast fireballs of that size, Stellaris camp does not possess enough fire echoes to fire that many. We also have a ton of fire catapults gathering dust in the base," Yuin explained.


    Samael remained silent for a while, his empty eyes tearing a hole through the cadets, until...


    "Good, you got it right," Samael briefly said.


    The whole squad exhaled in unison as they wiped the sweat off their foreheads.


    "Let''s proceed," Samael said.


    Their days were like this now. The trainees were given time to practice their stealth abilities in the morning and observation skills in the afternoon. But as the night stains the skies dark, they''re subjected to all forms of gruesome environments.


    "Fuck...!" A female knight cussed in frenzy, tears staining the edges of her eyes as she struggled to raise her head.


    They were currently squeezing through a tight tunnel with dirty mud water reaching up to their chins. This restricted them from lowering or resting their heads and also added to their fear of drowning in their veins.


    "You can do this, push!" A man roared as he crawled forward, veins bulging out.


    The woman took multiple sharp breaths before her grunts echoed in the tight passage along with the splashing of water.


    It was dark, moist, and jagged. It was hell.


    On the other hand, a few cadets were slowed greatly as the dark, tight pathway had some traps set in, such as sudden deep waterholes enough to submerge their entire heads or sudden water sprouts stemming off the walls.


    Nonetheless, they pushed on, braving their fears and fatigue as they slowly came out one by one from the hellish trial grounds. Covered in mud and trembling in their boots.


    Unfortunately, not everyone had the guts to continue, as some fell unconscious due to fatigue and shock.


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips before he dragged their unconscious bodies out of the tunnel and slapped them in the cheeks to wake them up.


    The fallen cadets burst up in confusion, their faces stained brown under all the mud and earth.


    "Rest; tomorrow we try again," Samael said before blending with the darkness.


    Another night has ended and another failure.


    In the afternoon the next day, the cadets did another observation training, but the difficulty was notched up.


    Samael did the trials in a more dark environment, forcing them to try harder to see the images given before them.


    "5...4...3...2...1," Samael counted down before shutting the canvas.


    The cadets fell silent as gears clocked behind their pupils. They were given a scenario where they''re left in the middle of a forest infested with Imgrave wolves. They only had their weapons and basic gear, such as matchsticks, food, water, etc.


    "Answers?" Samael asked.


    "Cover your scent and hide until reinforcement comes," a man asked, but Samael wagged his head in response.


    "Camouflage and leave the place, paying careful attention to keeping yourself hidden at all times," a woman asked.


    "Wrong. While it may work in normal circumstances, the image showed the lack of tools to do the job," Samael pointed out.


    "Perhaps... strength is not always the approach¡ªor at least not literally," a woman named Ashley said.


    "Continue," Samael beckoned.


    "Maybe we can use the decaying wood and our weapons to strip the dried barks and ignite them using our matches. That way, we can start a fire, which imgrave wolves are highly sensitive to due to their nature, which is to use the darkness," Ashley mentioned.


    "Go on," Samael urged.


    "In the midst of confusion, we can use it as a diversion and quietly slip out. Not to mention, the smell of ash will hide our scent," she resumed.


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s visage. "Good," he praised.


    Ashley grinned in success as she punched the air a couple times.


    As the night sky descended upon them again, they were subjected to another terrain shift.


    This time, it was a foggy landscape. A fog so thick they can barely see each other. Much less move around.


    Their goal was to find the flag set up by Samael. They were also given a specific time period.


    As the time started, the cadets flew in all directions, showcasing the amount of power they''d slowly accumulated.


    With their newfound knowledge, they all started their hunt differently. Some decided to look for tracks, while others decided to take advantage of vantage points such as high grounds.


    As the time went on, the trainees started feeling miserable. But they kept pushing on.


    Unfortunately, they failed, as the fog was blown away by Samael, signaling the end of their trial.


    "Rest for the night," Samael said once more, signalling yet another failure.


    This cycle went on again and again and again. A never-ending circle of failure and disappointment.


    But the future scouts kept trying. They''ve gone too far to surrender now. They''ve poured their blood, sweat, and tears into their training. They couldn''t give up now.


    On the 12th day of their navigation trials, Samael felt a change in the wind. It was subtle, but it was there.


    Perhaps today is the day they succeed... He thought.


    The cadets stood in line, their gazes sharp and focused. They were completely different from the first day they arrived here. Now, they possessed the aura of scouts. They just had to finish the training.


    "Are you all prepared?" Samael asked.


    "SIR, YES, SIR," they roared in unison.


    "Then begin," Samael said before his figure vanished into a blur.


    The trial was set in a maze-like landscape where they must escape within a short time period. Not only that, but there was the prevalent fog blocking their way.


    But they strode forward with confidence they had built over time. They could feel it. Today was the day.


    The cadets slowly traced their way through the dense fog, checking for every little detail, track, and even fingerprint.


    They kept their senses alert, watching out for the traps Samael set around.


    They were faced with dead ends every now and then, but their dedication remained steadfast.


    Right now, they all had one thought in mind.


    "Just a little more."


    As the time went on, tension rose through the air. The atmosphere felt sharp as a finely honed blade as Samael remained idle at the end of the maze, a clock nesting in his hand.


    "1 minute left," Samael muttered.


    The cadets swiftly moved through the corridors, ignoring all the dirt piling through their shoes and marring their faces.


    Some utilized their elements, such as how Yuin used his sound element to send shockwaves through the passageways.


    Samael shifted his gaze to his clock once more.


    10 seconds... 9... 8...


    The cadets clenched their jaws, their eyes darting back and forth, absorbing as much knowledge as possible and making decisions in split seconds.


    6... 5... 4...


    The long, narrow corridors passed through their gazes with haste, barely registering in their minds as they hungered for the exit.


    3... 2...


    An exit within their reach.


    1..¡ª


    Samael''s thoughts halted as multiple figures formed through the thinning fog, revealing the tired trainees he''d been raising for the last few weeks of his stay.


    They were battered, dirty, and tired. But they all wore the same smiles on their faces. A smile of victory.


    They have won.


    "Congratulations. Your navigation trial is over," Samael said with a small smile on his face.


    The cadets all fell silent before bursting into loud cheers. All the fatigue and frustration they felt were washed away by the sweet taste of success.


    "Eat, rest, and celebrate," Samael said, further increasing the cheers of the trainees.


    They were finally nearing the end.

 CH48-Scout Training Final exam I

    After their success at their final lesson, the cadets were left inactive for the next three days. This caused confusion to arise, as Samael wasn''t the type to idle around unnecessarily.


    Thinking deeper and combining their knowledge of their mentor, they arrived at the conclusion that something was going to happen soon.


    They were not wrong.


    On the third day, at the break of dawn, Samael finally revealed himself, with news at hand.


    "Gather around everybody!" Yuin roared.


    The cadets, confused, made their way up front, where Samael stood. At this point, their training has already taken a month and a half. As far as they know, they''re already running on thin ice.


    Samael swiftly counted the cadets; upon confirmation that everyone was there, he began his announcement.


    "Cadets, I have trained you all to the best of my abilities within these few weeks," Samael said.


    The cadets cheered in response, but soon their voices died down upon hearing Samael''s next words.


    "As such, I have organized your final test," Samael resumed.


    Deafening silence devoured the field, along with the paling faces of the trainees standing before him.


    "F-Final exam, sir?" Ashley asked.


    "Yes, final exam," Samael clarified, further worsening the tension in the atmosphere.


    Yuin came forward with his brows furrowed. "May we ask the details, sir?" he asked.


    "The final test will begin tomorrow. It will be team-based. The objective is as follows: I set up an obstacle course in different environments, and at the end of it lies a flag. You shall get this flag and keep it safe for the next five minutes," Samael said.


    The squad exhaled in unison as their murmurs filled the air.


    "That''s not so bad."


    "It could be worse."


    "Thank goodness it''s not that harsh."


    Samael swept his gaze over the cadets before speaking once more.


    "Be aware that the obstacle course is filled with traps, and we shall conduct this test deeper in the forest, meaning you may encounter imgrave wolves," Samael pointed out.


    The cadets fell silent once more, shock apparent in their eyes.


    However, before they could even react, Samael resumed his talk.


    "Not only that, but the moment you obtain the mission objective, I will actively hunt you and retrieve it from you," he resumed.


    The entire squad erupted into chaos upon hearing Samael''s words.


    "WHAT?! HE''S GOING AFTER US?!"


    "Wait, wait, wait, that can''t be true, right...?"


    "Guess I''m not graduating."


    Samael''s gaze narrowed, a cold chill emanating from his body swiftly silencing the crowd.


    "Don''t worry. I will not use my element nor my weapon. I will also refrain from using 100% of my physical prowess," Samael assured.


    The trainees all felt relief brush over their shoulders. After all, Samael already placed so much handicap on himself, so it shouldn''t be too much trouble, right? At least that''s what they believed until they saw Yuin''s grim expression.


    Yuin remained vigilant and anxious. In the last few weeks they''ve been with Samael, he has learned the power of observation. Using that same ability, he understood how much strength lay behind Samael''s pupils.


    He knew they could never win, even if they jumped him. Whether it be a battle of elements or physical capabilities, Samael would simply crush them.


    He was also a scout. A bona fide one. He was the person who taught them all what to do. How are they supposed to run from him?


    "Are we allowed to use our elements?" Yuin asked.


    Samael gave a short nod.


    "Can we attack you?" Yuin asked again.


    Once more, Samael gave a nod.


    "That''s all I have to ask," Yuin said before backing away.


    Samael''s gaze traveled over the group for the last time before he concluded the meeting.


    "If there are no more queries, you all have one day to prepare. Tomorrow, at the break of dawn, we''ll begin," Samael said before his figure turned to a blur.


    That day, the future scouts raced in haste as they gathered all their gear. Some decided to hone their abilities in preparation, while others decided to recall all their previous lessons.


    Their final test was soon, and their hearts were enveloped in flames of desire to succeed, but they could not help but feel anxious as the seconds withered away.


    It would''ve been okay if they were to face imgrave wolves, but Samael? That was asking for too much.


    The cadets were uncertain, but they also wished to know if their training had yielded fruit.


    There was no time to think. They must prepare everything down to the last minute detail.


    When nightfall came, Yuin called for another meeting just between all of them.


    "Why did you call us here, Yuin?" Ramon asked, his forehead creased.


    Yuin shifted in his seat before replying. "I called for this meeting not to hinder your preparations."


    "Go on then," Ashley urged, her gaze frantic.


    Yuin gave a nod of appreciation. "As you all know, our test is to be conducted tomorrow, but as scouts, details matter," he said.


    The cadets gave a nod before settling down.


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    "Don''t let what Sir Samael said bother you. He said it was a group mission, therefore it''s our effort," Yuin said.


    "That opens up so many possibilities for us. So I''m here to propose a battle plan," Yuin resumed.


    The cadets leaned closer, curiosity brimming behind their pupils.


    "Battle plan? Care to elaborate?" A woman named Elaija asked.


    Yuin gave a nod. "As this test is a squad effort, it means that if some of us fall, it won''t affect our chances too much as long as the bearer of the flag survives," Yuin pointed out.


    The cadets gazes narrowed as Yuin crept closer.


    "So the plan is this..."


    ***


    In the middle of the night, a dark silhouette slowly and silently passed through the sleeping cadets, spewing a colorless gas in the air before he vanished into the darkness.


    That night, the anxious trainees slept like babies.


    When dawn came to be, Yuin was the first to wake up. He sat straight and yawned, thinking what a nice sleep he had. However, his brows soon furrowed as he scratched his eyes twice.


    "What the..." Yuin muttered, confusion brimming in his pupils.


    Without wasting another second, Yuin rose to his feet. Swiftly rushing to his comrades and waking them one by one.


    "Wake up!" Yuin whispered aggressively at Ramon.


    The latter groggily raised his head, his eyes still half closed as he asked. "H-huh? What''s wrong with you?"


    "Get up! We''re not in our camp anymore!" Yuin said before taking off for another cadet and roughly shaking them.


    Ramon, confused and sleepy, sat up as he gazed around, only to bolt up.


    "What in the he¡ª" Ramon''s mouth was hastily covered by Ashley, who had just woken up.


    Ramon shifted his gaze to Ashley, who had her finger over her lips, beckoning the man to stay silent.


    "Can''t you see? We''re not in our camp! This is unfamiliar territory, so shut your cake hole!" Ashley whispered before retracting her hand.


    Ramon gave a disheveled nod before rushing to wake the others.


    It didn''t take long before all the cadets were up and about. All of them had the same reaction of surprise, confusion, and anxiety.


    "Just what the hell is going on?" A cadet asked Yuin.


    Yuin wagged his head. "That''s our question as well," he responded.


    Tension rose in the air as the cadets gazed around them.


    The environment they resided in was completely different from the place they slept in.


    Most of the trees here were decayed, and what was left were the dried-up barks of what were once plants.


    The dirt was brittle and coarse. There were no plants or grass in sight. There was also a slight fog wafting in the air, bringing about a faint stench of blood.


    Yuin closed his eyes as he retraced the events of yesterday.


    "Perhaps we''re already in the trial?" He subconsciously asked himself, snatching the attention of the distressed cadets.


    "That... that makes sense!" Ashley chimed in.


    "Sir Samael did say that our test starts at day break! Right now is day break!" Ashley reiterated.


    Yuin slowly swept his gaze around him. "So that means..."


    Ramon swallowed hard as he continued Yuin''s words.


    "We''re already in enemy territory."


    A grim atmosphere befell the crowd, with tension rising in the air as the seconds ticked away.


    Each and every cadet felt infected as they involuntarily grouped up, their eyes darting back and forth.


    Sensing the unrest, Yuin shook his head vigorously, regaining some clarity as he took deep breaths.


    "Everybody stay calm and listen to me," Yuin called out.


    The cadets shifted their attention to the man, their weapons drawn and ready.


    "Remember our plan yesterday. We might be on enemy grounds, but this is exactly what we''ve been preparing for. Remember your training!" Yuin said.


    The cadets clenched their jaws as they shook their heads, composing themselves. As scouts, they had to remain level-headed.


    Now, what did their mentor always tell them?


    "Observation is one of your greatest weapons."


    Yuin glanced around. "Let''s take the high ground and get a grip on our environment," he suggested.


    The cadets gave a brief nod before dashing off to the towering barks and using the very first tactic Samael taught them.


    Use the trees.


    Within seconds, each and every trainee reached the top, allowing them to peek over the fog. Unfortunately, not much was gathered.


    After a few minutes, the squad had regrouped. Ramon started to give his findings first.


    "Unfortunately, the fog is blocking anything at least 100 meters from us. However, I did spot some visible tracks not far from us," he said.


    "Tracks? Man or...?" A man named Xion asked.


    "Imgrave wolves," Ramon grimly revealed.


    Murmurs echoed in the squad but were quickly shut down by Yuin.


    "Keep calm and think. How old were the tracks based on your observations?" he asked.


    "Probably a day old," Ramon said.


    "So they already passed us and didn''t notice us," Yuin said.


    "We just arrived recently," Ashley resumed.


    "Then this is, in fact, the exam," Xion said.


    "We''ll continue with our plan," Yuin said before storming forward. Soon, the other cadets followed suit.


    The trainees remained vigilant, carefully hiding in the shadows as they made their way forward.


    Eventually, they came across the mark Ramon mentioned.


    In the coarse dirt were a myriad of Imgrave footprints heading up front.


    The cadets exchanged looks before advancing ahead, their hands hovering near their weapons.


    However, a muffled scream soon halted them in their tracks.


    "ARGHHH!!!" A cadet roared, his hands blocking his lips as he bit down on his flesh.


    Ashley swiftly went beside the trainee. Her name was Ionia; she was a mud elementalist.


    "What''s wrong?¡ª" Ashley''s words were cut short as she saw Ionia''s foot stuck in between dull wooden spikes.


    While the trap wouldn''t cause serious harm, it was enough to peel the skin off her foot and cause as much pain, perhaps in the hopes that it would attract imgrave wolves.


    "This is going to hurt, but stay still!" She warned as she delicately forced the trap open.


    Ionia bit her arm hard as muffled screams escaped her lips.


    Yuin approached the two and examined the trap. "Everybody remain vigilant of your surroundings! This is probably not the last we''ll see of them," he said.


    After getting Ionia out, they wiped the blood off of her to avoid attracting attention before pushing onward.


    As the group traversed deeper, more traps were unveiled.


    "Duck!" A cadet warned as he dragged another trainee down the dirt, narrowly avoiding a rope hurling their way. The contraption kept flying before wrapping itself around a tree bark with reckoning force. Had it hit a cadet, it would''ve knocked him down and trapped him.


    Some traps were far more dangerous than the rest. Some included poisonous darts capable of inflicting nausea, while others could paralyze you for hours.


    Not only that, but Yuin had also warned the squad that they were gaining on the wolves and it wouldn''t be long until they encountered some.


    And that they did.


    The group was halted in their tracks when they spotted the wolves they''ve been tailing for some time now.


    The imgrav wolves gathered in a circle; it seems as though they were taking a short rest after a long hike.


    This was their opportunity.


    Yuin signaled to Ramon, and the latter gave a nod before he beckoned for the others to go into position.


    After some time, the cadets were in place, surrounding the threat with their weapons in hand.


    With Ramon''s go signal, Yuin clasped his hand together with a small hole in the middle as he blew ever so silently in it.


    The imgrave wolves gathering around came to a halt before their ears perked up.


    Noticing he got the wolves attention, Yuin shot a large blow to his palm.


    "Silent whistle."


    The imgrave wolves recoiled back while some dropped to the ground, dragging their heads through the coarse dirt.


    Those that still stood shook their heads violently, as though something had crawled up their necks.


    Silent whistle was an ability that allowed Yuin to make a noise only hearable to dogs, wolves, and other animals.


    By increasing the frequency, it was equivalent to blasting deafening sounds. It may not incapacitate the enemy, but it was enough to buy them time.


    "NOW!" Yuin roared as he lunged forward.


    The other cadets dashed forward, using their momentum to drag the wolves down.


    Ramon swiftly went into action as he dug his axe straight down an imgrave wolf, bisecting the beast in two.


    Yuin, on the other hand, unsheated his dagger, digging them through the beasts with ease.


    On the side, Ashley and the other battled with ferocity, using their numbers to play with the wolves.


    Ashley fluidly rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the claws of the imgrave wolf before striking it square on its leg, incapacitating it.


    Before the wolf''s eye, another silhouette dashed from its other side, delivering a decisive blow to its head and splitting it down the middle.


    Yuin swept his eyes over the battle field, watching his comrades take out the wolves. It was only a matter of time until they prevailed.


    Yuin lowered his weapon a little as he walked towards Ashley when a dark silhouette lunged at him from the corner of his eyes.


    Yuin''s gaze widened as he raised his weapon. A loud bang echoed as the maw of the beast locked on the blades, inches from Yuin''s face, as they both fell to the ground.


    Yuin''s groans reverberated as he strained to keep his arms from falling. However, the abomination did not allow the man, as it continuously applied pressure.


    Yuin closed his eyes as he roared when a warm trickle of liquid rained down his face. Upon opening his eyes, he saw the wolf pinning him down with a dagger dug through its forehead.


    Soon, the corpse of the imgrave wolf fell down with a thud.


    "Are you okay?" Ramon asked as he extended his hand.


    Yuin gave a nod, his face pale as he took heavy breaths.


    Accepting Ramon''s help, Yuin rose to his feet, dusting himself before sheating his blade back.


    "We have no time to waste. Let''s commence our plan," Yuin said as he shot a gaze over the horizon.


    Will their plan work? It''s time to find out.

 CH49-Scout training final exam II

    After their engagement with the wolves, the cadets commenced their "plan." Uncertainty lingered in their hearts, but they did not let it slow them down.


    On the other hand, after finishing their preparations, the group decided it was time to finally face Samael''s trials.


    After experiencing the myriad of traps littered all over their path as they followed the wolves, the trainees knew for a fact they were on the right track.


    "The fog is getting denser as we go further," Ashley said as she snickered in exasperation.


    "It''s only natural as we''re already in the middle part of the forest. This area is mildly infested according to our recent data," Ramon said, further annoying Ashley.


    "I know, I''m just trying to vent," Ashley spat back.


    "Focus; this fog will help us, so stop complaining," Yuin reprimanded the two.


    They''ve been in the forest for nearly 7 hours now. They''ve been travelling nonstop and taking occasional breaks to preserve strength.


    Unfortunately, what Ashley said was in fact true. While the fog will in fact help them later, it is no doubt an obstacle right now, as Yuin''s already lost count of how many times they''ve gone in circles.


    Not to mention the frequency and dangers posed by the traps have increased exponentially, further slowing them down.


    "Well, at least we ain''t running into more of those damned abominations," Ramon''s words were cut swiftly as growls reverberated in the air.


    "You just had to jinx it," Ashley scoffed as she unsheathed her weapons.


    "Shut up," Ramon shot back as he grasped the handle of his black axe.


    Yuin could only shake his head as he took out his daggers.


    Soon, multiple figures formed from the dense fog, with their crimson eyes glowing malevolently.


    It didn''t take long before the grotesque maws of the imgrave wolves snapped at the cadets, and chaos ensued once more.


    Yuin swiftly rolled to the side as a wolf lunged out of the fog, nearly grazing his cheek.


    Without wasting time, he crouched down and propelled himself forward, delivering a fierce counterattack as he impaled his dagger into the filthy hide of the beast.


    Ramon, on the other hand, couldn''t be bothered to dodge as he swung his axe with tremendous force, breaking the skull of the attacking wolf with ease.


    The rest of the cadets hastily grouped up, ganging up on the lone wolves, separated by the confusion.


    Grunts and wimpers echoed in the air as flesh and blood rained down the coarse dirt, staining its decaying surface crimson.


    After a few more minutes, the fight had stopped, with the cadets sustaining no injuries and the wolves dead.


    Ramon wiped off the beads of sweat on his forehead as he approached Yuin. "Do we dispose of them?" he asked.


    Yuin gazed at the corpses of the imgrave wolves before his pupils glew bright.


    "No, I have an idea," he said as a mischievous smile crept up his face.


    ***


    Far from the cadets, Samael stood above a tall branch, peering through the dense fog of decay.


    He has been keeping a watchful eye, silently observing until the time comes for him to make his move.


    While restricted from using his elements and full physical capabilities, Samael was not restricted by his experience.


    Should the cadets approach his test without proper preparation, they would only meet defeat.


    Back on the trainees, everyone held large bags dragged through the dirt, leaving disturbed marks on the earth as they kept marching forward.


    Yuin and the rest kept a lookout for traps, while Ramon made sure to watch the rear for ambushes.


    Time has been passing like raindrops falling from the sky; seconds have become minutes, and minutes have become hours.


    Fatigue and exhaustion have started pestering the cadets as they take one step after the other.


    They did not know whether they were near or far. Regardless, they also did not know whether they would feel better capturing the flag and being hunted by Samael or not.


    But they kept pushing.


    Then came the next trial.


    "What the shit?" Ramon uttered subconsciously.


    Yuin and the rest had the same reaction as they viewed the towering maze ahead.


    "How the fuck did Sir Samael even build this?" Ramon asked in confusion.


    "Safe to assume he had help," Ashley replied as she swallowed.


    "We''ve got no time to waste. Onwards we go," Yuin said before gathering his courage and taking the first step.


    The moment he did, a small smile formed on Samael''s lips.


    "It seems the cadets have made it to their last hurdle," Samael said as he leaned back.


    The maze was built by an earthen echo he hired back at the camp. It was quite expensive, to say the least, but it was not a bad investment.


    The wall is meant to crumble after a day and is hidden within the sea of fog, so it wouldn''t attract much attention.


    Samael then did the honours of setting a variety of traps and dead ends and even leading a few abominations in to slow down the cadets.


    At the end of it lies the final trial. The flag. The very thing they''ve been hunting for the last eight hours of their travel.


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    Back in the maze, the cadets have started to enter the entrance of the labyrinth. However, they soon were halted as Yuin immediately triggered a trap.


    Ashley swiftly swept Yuin off his feet as a dull arrow passed just above his head, cracking the wall to his right.


    Yuin fell with a thud as he watched the arrow fall down, oozing with a colourless liquid they were all familiar with.


    "Shit, even this place is littered with traps," Ramon said again.


    Yuin took deep breaths as he rose to his feet. "Keep calm; we''re already this far," he said.


    The group slowly maintained their composure as they went deeper. The maze was dim, as the fog was as dense as outside. They could barely see what was in front of them, much less the traps hiding in the shadows.


    "SHIT! PRESSURE PLATE!" A cadet named Ixia roared.


    "Step back!" Ashley warned as she dashed back.


    Ixia hastily ran back, narrowly avoiding a pitfall.


    Events such as this kept occurring one after the other. Some were shockwaves, while others were logs hurling from above.


    Unfortunately, their misery didn''t end there.


    "WOLVES!" Yuin said as he unsheated his daggers.


    From the fog ahead, multiple imgrave wolves ran out, charging at the squad with utter ferocity.


    Ramon quickly went into work as he bought down his war hammer, bisecting a wolf in two, but soon another abomination charged at him, giving him no time to raise his weapon.


    Out of options, Ramon grabbed the canine fangs of the wolf, using his brute force to keep it from mauling his face off.


    "A little help!" Ramon said as he was pushed back to a wall.


    Fortunately, an arrow dug itself into the wolf''s forehead, rendering it motionless and dead within seconds.


    Ramon threw the carcass to the side before shifting his gaze at a cadet holding a bow.


    "I owe you one, Sylas," Ramon said before he retrieved his axe.


    Ashley and Ixia, on the other hand, fought back-to-back as they slowly chipped through the abomination before delivering the killing blow.


    Yuin kept level-headed, using precise attacks as counters and hitting the vital spots of the wolves.


    The scent of iron wafted in the air as the squad was bathed in crimson. Eventually, the seemingly endless horde of abominations finally came to an end.


    The moment the last beast fell, the cadets slumped down, panting. Sweat, grime, and blood stained their visages as they hungered for air.


    "Where the fuck did these things even come from?" Ashley couldn''t help but ask as she hissed after wiping a gash in her arm.


    Right now, the cadets all have the same questions in mind. Are there more of these ahead?


    At this point, they''ve been at it for the last 11 hours. The night was soon to fall, and the darkness would soon unfold.


    "If you''re done tending your wounds, then let''s move," Yuin said as he went up.


    "Fuck it," Ramon said as he followed suit.


    One by one, the cadets trailed the two, reaching even deeper in the maze.


    The sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the entirety of their march as they were frequently stopped by dead ends and traps.


    But they kept their wills steadfast. They could feel they were close.


    In the presence of traps and enemies, their observation abilities went through the roof. Some eventually learned to recognise if something was wrong, warning the group beforehand.


    As the minutes ticked by, the group soon saw a light at the end of a long corridor.


    "Is that?" Ashley muttered.


    "IT''S THE EXIT!" Ramon roared.


    The cadets cheered in unison as tears streamed down their faces.


    Yuin also formed a smile, but he kept his guard up.


    "Stay on your toes; we''re getting off this damned maze," Yuin said.


    As they crept closer to the light, the group was eventually engulfed in it.


    The cadets were greeted by the setting sun in the orange sky, and before them stood a red flag dancing under the wind.


    However, their mentor was nowhere to be seen.


    "It seems we have a grace period after taking the flag," Yuin said.


    "It appears, yes," Sylas said.


    "Then let''s get to work," Yuin uttered, flames of ambition burning behind his pupils.


    It was time for their hardest trial.


    Back in the towering trees, Samael''s eyes flew open as he felt the flag move locations.


    It''s time, Samael thought as he sat up.


    As he promised, he will not use his element, weapon, or full prowess.


    "Let the hunt begin," Samael uttered as he stepped off the branch, falling down with a soft thud.


    Back on the cadets, Yuin had finished his preparation, as had the other trainees.


    "Are you sure this is going to work?" Ramon asked.


    "There''s only one way to find out," Yuin said as he shot a glance at the dense fog.


    "He''s here," Yuin said.


    On que, the sounds of footsteps inching closer whispered in the ears of each and every warrior in the group.


    Beads of sweat meandered down their foreheads, some drenching their backs cold as they intently watched Samael''s figure form in the dense fog of decay.


    "I didn''t expect you all to challenge me like this," Samael said, his voice cold and emotionless, sending shivers down the spines of the cadets.


    "Four minutes left," Yuin said.


    As Samael finally showed himself, his brows rose up as he saw the scene before him.


    "How interesting," Samael said.


    Each and every cadet wore the carcasses of the imrgave wolves, using the hide of the abominations to hide their bodies. Their faces, on the other hand, were hidden by using the heads of the beasts. Their scents were also overpowered by the stench of blood, giving Samael no gap to exploit.


    "Smart plan," Samael praised.


    Upon hearing this, everyone dispersed, running off into the woods and vanishing in the dense fog.


    "So it begins," Samael said.


    ***


    Deep in the foggy forest where abominations and decay rests ran multiple figures, brushing past the dead trees without even sparring a glance back.


    This occurred in multiple parts of the forest. Yuin''s plan was simple but effective. Knowing Samael''s restrictions, they made use of their best abilities: perception and number.


    Yuin utilised the corpses of the imgrave wolves to mask their appearances, making it hard for anyone to recognise who is holding the flag, especially in such dense fog and the night masking their tracks.


    Their scent was also well hidden, as the stench of the corpse far overpowered their own smell.


    This is why Yuin decided to turn to a chase, as Samael wouldn''t have a clue who was holding the flag.


    Unfortunately, they missed a detail Samael did not reveal to them.


    His heightened senses.


    With Samael''s natural-born absurd senses, he can see, smell, feel, hear, and taste things far better than any other normal person.


    He can see in the dark, distinguish even the smallest difference, and even feel changes in the wind.


    But Samael decided to give them a chance.


    Deep in the towering trees, Ashley and her group kept at their pace, refusing to talk to avoid revealing who they were.


    As they moved with haste, the wind whipped their faces when Ashley caught a movement in his peripheral.


    In the darkness, a hand stretched out, smacking a cadet square in the chest and knocking him down the dirt.


    The trainee grunted as he pushed himself from the ground¡ªwhen Samael''s foot struck him in the back of his head, knocking him down again.


    "One down," Samael said.


    Ashley, shocked and scared, was halted in her steps when a hand grabbed her shoulders, dragging her away.


    Switching her gaze ahead, the one dragging Ashley was struck by a shadow and dragged off into the darkness without any noise.


    "Two down," Samael''s voice echoed.


    "SHIT RUN!" Ashley roared in a panic as she realised Samael was not checking their identities.


    "What the fuck is going on?!" Ixia asked frantically.


    "He knows! He knows who is who!" Ashley said as she breezed through the trees.


    "But why is he hunting us?!" Ixia asked.


    "I¡ª" Ashley''s voice was cut off as a hand took hold of her cloak, dragging her up in the darkness above.


    Ixia''s gaze widened as she glanced around, fear shrouding her eyes. She kept glancing about as shadows shifted in her peripherals.


    "Four," a voice whispered in her ears.


    Ixia''s gaze widened.


    Then the darkness took her.


    Soon, the decaying forest of Georgo Road was engulfed in the screams and terror of the trainees.


    They ran, hid, and fought, but Samael was akin to an unstoppable force. He kept marching, no matter their numbers, traps, or abilities.


    He was no shadow but the darkness himself, snuffing out their lights one by one. He was a walking calamity.


    Engulfed in fear, the cadets lost track of their location. They ran in circles, playing in the palm of Samael as he took them down one by one.


    Back in Ramon''s group, they kept moving without stopping when they were halted by a figure ahead, walking through the dense fog.


    "Oh shit, that''s not good," Ramon uttered as he took a step back.


    Ramon''s gaze travelled back and forth, but escape was but a fleeting dream.


    "Fuck it! Unsheat your wea¡ª" Ramon''s words were cut short as Samael''s figure lunged at him.


    He hastily swung his axe. However, Samael effortlessly sidestepped, nimbly dodging the blade hurling down.


    The axe landed with a shattering boom, stirring the dust as it dug itself deep into the coarse dirt.


    Ramon''s gaze widened as he yanked his arm, only to find himself unable to move.


    His axe was stuck.


    "Oh, for fucks, sak¡ª"


    Then the darkness took him.


    The other cadets watched in horror as Ramon''s body fell down with a loud thud, unconscious and unmoving.


    "34 down..." Samael uttered.


    The two remaining cadets bolted away, but to no avail. With one forceful kick, Samael closed off the distance with ease, knocking the two nearly simultaneously, raising his count to 36.


    "Last group left," Samael said as he shot a glance forward. Deep in the fog of decay where his last preys wait.

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    Whooosh...


    The sound of the free wind wafting through the air whistled in Yuin''s ears as he breezed through with speed.


    Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he subconsciously felt the hilt of his blade. His heart pounded like drums in a parade.


    However, the loud rattling of his heart was soon overshadowed by the faint sounds of footsteps up ahead.


    Yuin tightened his grip, forming a fist as he halted his steps. Slowly, he shifted his gaze ahead, where a figure slowly took form in the dense fog of decay.


    As the sounds of footsteps grew louder, Yuin swallowed before he reached out to his blades, unsheathing them.


    Soon, the dark figure walked out of the thick fog, revealing Samael, unscathed and emotionless, sending a cold shiver down the squad''s spines.


    Samael''s gaze sweeps through the last six remaining cadets. His eyes were piercing through, as though he could see beyond their meager tricks.


    "One minute left, sir," Yuin pointed out as he twirled his blade, its edges grazing each other and forming a small spark.


    There was no use hiding their identity anymore. Samael probably already knew who was who. There was no tricking the reaper.


    But that does not mean they will back down.


    "You''ve bought yourself time. Now let''s see how much longer your squad will last," Samael said.


    The six cadets took on their fighting stance as tension rose in the air.


    No one made a move. They watched each other like hawks, eyeing their prey.


    "If you''re not coming, then I''ll do it myself," Samael said.


    On cue, Samael struck the ground with his foot, sending chunks of dirt back as he propelled himself forward.


    The trainees eyes widened as the one in the middle dashed back. Unfortunately, Samael was not that kind.


    "Too slow," Samael uttered as he appeared inches from the cadet.


    The trainee raised his weapon in a panic¡ªSamael''s fist barrelled through his stomach, drilling through his flesh as he was sent back flying.


    He struck the ground twice, stirring the dust, before coming to a halt, unconscious and unmoving.


    "37 down, 5 left," Samael said, breaking the other members off their stupor.


    The cadets swiftly spread out, hopping back and regaining distance. They clenched their jaws, their hands cold as they locked on to their mentor.


    50 seconds left...


    Without wasting another second, a trainee squatted down, planting his palm on the ground as he roared.


    "Tecton shift!"


    A massive wave of earthquake erupted under Samael''s sole, tearing the ground in pieces before his eyes, akin to glass shattering.


    Samael lowered his stance, regaining his balance. In his peripheral, a shockwave came hurling at him, blowing away the fog and chunks of earth.


    Samael nimbly backflipped, avoiding the pitfalls and dodging the attack with ease.


    40 seconds left...


    Upon landing, Samael lowered himself, taking his stance as he launched forward towards a cadet.


    The trainee clasped his hands together as he chanted.


    "Wooden chains!"


    Thick, decaying roots soared from the ground, bursting close to Samael as they attempted to bind him.


    However, Samael easily phased through the gaps of the roots, avoiding each tendril as he inched closer.


    The cadet, left with no choice, opened his lips as he spoke.


    "Tid¡ª "


    His words were cut short as Samael struck him in the abdomen, taking his breath away before his jaw was hit by an elbow, knocking him out.


    "38 down, 4 to go," Samael uttered.


    30 seconds left...


    Two of the four cadets switched glances at each other as they gave a brief nod.


    Without uttering a single word, the two flew towards Samael with their blades at hand.


    The first cadet swung his sword in a circular motion. However, Samael easily dodged by stepping back, but the two weren''t done yet.


    As the first sequence of attacks ended, the second cadet revealed himself from behind the first attacking trainee, using his friend''s body as a platform as he delivered a downward cleave.


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    Unfortunately, Samael was faster.


    As the blade plummeted down, Samael straightened his back before shifting to the side, allowing the sword to strike the ground with a shattering boom as he stared down the two.


    "A combination attack, huh. Not bad," Samael praised.


    Now it''s his turn.


    Seizing the opening of the second cadet, Samael shot his fist forward, smacking the trainee square in the face with a jab.


    As the trainee recoiled back, Samael swung two more times, striking his solar plexus and neck, respectively, before delivering a spinning kick, sending him flying to the side.


    The first cadet dashed back as he chanted.


    "Ripp¡ª"


    But yet again, his words were cut short as Samael streaked towards him.


    The cadet raised his weapon in a panic. Seeing the opportunity, Samael pivoted his foot, swiftly changing direction as he circled the trainee.


    "40..." Samael whispered in his ears as he chopped his nape, knocking him cold.


    Two cadets left.


    20 seconds left...


    It was all or nothing.


    Yuin lunged forward as he chanted.


    "Melodic slashes!"


    As he swung his blades, a soft humming sound reverberated in the air.


    Witnessing this, Samael''s gaze narrowed as he weaved to the side.


    BOOM!


    Behind Samael, the decaying tree was severed, it''s other half plummeting down with a large gash in the middle.


    Perhaps he sent out vibrations? Samael thought.


    Yuin swung a couple more times as he closed the distance, not giving Samael a chance to fight back.


    Samael weaved back and forth, fluidly avoiding each cleave.


    Timing his attack, Yuin''s last slash left Samael in a vulnerable position as he was mid-dodge.


    Seizing the chance, Yuin threw his arms forward, intending to plunge his daggers¡ªSamael''s fist drilled through Yuin''s chin, sending him flying upwards, displaying his unpredictable nature.


    10 seconds...


    Samael inched closer towards Yuin when he spotted the last cadet charging at him.


    "Brave, but stupid," Samael uttered as he easily redirected the blade to the side before countering with a backhand slap, pushing the cadet down.


    Yuin''s grunts echoed as he struggled to raise his head.


    "How...? I was sure I had you," Yuin said.


    "Assumptions kill, Yuin," Samael said as he crouched down.


    5 seconds left...


    "Now, time to end this exam," Samael said.


    3... 2...


    With one fell swoop, Samael tore open Yuin''s garb.


    1 second...


    A smirk formed on Yuin''s lips as he watched Samael''s brows rise.


    "We won, sir," Yuin said before he shifted his gaze to the cadet Samael struck down with a backhand.


    The cadet leaned back as a small chuckle escaped his lips, a red flag slipping off his garb.


    Samael rose to his feet, a small, imperceptible smile forming on his lips.


    "Congratulations. You passed the exam," Samael said.


    ***


    "CHEERS!!!" The scouts cheered in unison as they toasted to their victory. Laughs, smiles, and songs reverberated in the air.


    Samael silently watched the spectacle in the dark. It was quite amusing to see the scouts in bandages yet so cheerful and energized.


    After the exam, Samael dragged their cold, unconscious bodies back to camp, tending to their wounds until sunrise.


    It was around afternoon that the scouts finally awoke from their slumbers and were greeted with good news.


    Now, the night was approaching, and their party raged on. Venting all their frustrations and savoring the freedom they left behind a month ago.


    Now, they were scouts.


    As the party died down a little, Samael rose to his seat and approached the crowd. Luring their gazes towards him, anticipation brewing behind their pupils.


    Standing before them, Samael spoke.


    "Scouts, your hardships and training have ended. I have imparted the most of what I can in the last few weeks of our journey," Samael said.


    "With this, new possibilities have opened. The path may be thorny ahead. It will be filled with bloodshed and sacrifices," Samael uttered.


    "But it is up to us to make those sacrifices not in vain. It''s up to us to change the tide of this battle. In the end, there will only be one victor, and it will be us," Samael rallied.


    The scouts cheered, their voices reaching high in the heavens as they raised their fists.


    "Hear! hear!"


    "Toast to that!"


    "To victory!"


    "Today, celebrate. Savour your win and make the most of this night. Tomorrow... we march towards Stellaris," Samael said before he stepped back.


    The preparations for the scouts have finished. It was now time to handle their departure.


    Samael stared at the bright moon, wondering whether his training was enough. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn''t.


    Only time will tell.


    As the cold, unforgiving night ended its parade, the golden glow of the morning sun soon rose over the horizon, marking the start of another day.


    The moment the sun illuminated the sky, Samael''s group started their march back, leaving with all the memories and experiences they had gathered.


    Their walk back was silent. Not a single word was uttered. Yet, one would feel the burning ambitions behind the pupils of every single member of their squad.


    As they reached the entrance of the towering walls of Stellaris, they were greeted by the curious gazes of the warriors residing there.


    The journey of the 42 scouts had built quite a reputation. For these 42 people to be mentored by the grim hound, it must have been quite an rare opportunity.


    Expectations were high in the air as the group inched towards their designated tents.


    Many were skeptical. After all, they''ve managed without scouts for so long. Why change now?


    Others were more logical. They''ve realized that information was their biggest weakness.


    "Their stares are making me uncomfortable," Ashley said.


    "Not for me," Ramon replied, a huge smirk plastered in his face.


    "Oh, please, calm your ego. You got knocked out so fast you barely helped in the exam," Ashley mocked.


    "Who was screaming like a baby when she got dragged up?" Ramon fired back.


    "You¡ª!"


    "Okay, stop that, you two," Yuin said as he entered a giant tent. Waiting inside was Samael.


    "Sir," Yuin saluted as he sat across from their mentor, followed by the other scouts.


    "Scouts, I called you here to inform you of your duties," Samael said.


    Some of the scouts straightened their backs, anticipation visible in their pupils.


    "I''ve met up with General Timeus after our arrival. He''s given me directives as to how we''ll go about," Samael said as he handed out envelopes to each of the scouts.


    "Inside those envelopes are your designated base of operations and the areas you''ll operate in. Unfortunately, we''ll have to split up as we lack manpower," Samael informed.


    The atmosphere grew heavy. In the last month and a half of their training, the scouts have developed bonds through the hardship. Suddenly separating was quite the news for them. However, it was expected.


    "Expectations are high for us. Do not disappoint me and all the warriors in this camp. Show them your worth," Samael said.


    "That''s all; you''re dismissed," Samael ended.


    The scouts all rose up, giving their final salute before leaving the tent.


    However, before they went on their own, Yuin came forward and spoke.


    "Scouts, in the last month of our journey, I know we''ve all built a bond. It might not seem like it, but I did enjoy our training together," Yuin said.


    Ramon shot a look at Ashley.


    "Hey, you might be sassy at times, but you''re okay," Ramon said.


    Ashley stared off in the distance as she replied. "Watch yourself out there, Ramon."


    "I know," Ramon replied, his tone melancholic.


    "Remember, scouts, this is not goodbye. I''ll see you all again at the end of all this," Yuin said.


    With that, the scouts bid each other farewell. The months of pain, suffering, and laughter they shared are engraved in their memories. Memories they will carry with them.


    Now, they must fulfill their duty. It was time to put what they learned into effect and make a change for the better.


    No one there knew what fate awaited them. The front lines was a dangerous place. Some of them may indeed perish. Some may persevere.


    But as their mentor always reminded them,.


    Trust only in their training.

 Ch51-Confusion.

    As the scout training program ended, Samael finally received his mission. It was to delve deeper into the dense fog and gather information.


    Unbeknownst to them, Samael had his own purpose aside from that.


    He was tasked by Ajax to investigate the moles as the Saint took the spot light, ridding Samael of unnecessary attention.


    Samael sighed as he leaned back. In his hand nestled a stack of documents. The said documents contained information about his meeting with the Liesco knights.


    As promised by Timeus, the general has arranged joint meetings for Samael and the knights to venture further on the Georgo Road.


    With this, Samael can hide his intentions and make it appear as though his full focus is on the information gathering.


    Our meeting is scheduled in a small camp not too far from Stellaris. It shouldn''t take too long to get there, Samael thought.


    Based on his information, the liesco knights consisted of 12 knights. They''re highly active, which gave Timeus quite a headache, as getting a hold of them is quite a task.


    "Samael," a voice from outside the tent called, breaking him out of his stupor.


    "Come in," Samael replied.


    Ajax made his way in, sitting across Samael as he spoke.


    "I heard you''re setting out to meet the knights tomorrow," Ajax said.


    "Yes, Timeus managed to keep his promise," Samael said with a nod.


    "Good. Be sharp. I won''t be able to go with you as per our plan," Ajax said.


    A light chuckle escaped Samael''s lips. "Are you worried about me, Ajax?" he asked. "But don''t worry. I''ll keep my guard up," he resumed.


    Ajax gave a nod before he rose up and left without another word. However, he did leave some files pertaining to his extermination raids.


    Samael opened the envelope, carefully reading the contents inside.


    On the document were Ajax''s raid history. It seemed that the saint started his hunt in the area near Stellaris, clearing off the wolves he managed to track down. Due to this, the camp was safer than ever before, making the overall population and morale higher.


    It seems he''s already dealing quite the damage Samael thought. Having a saint was certainly quite the game changer.


    Ajax''s assault went on unhindered for a while until they faced some resistance in the hostile region.


    Well, it was expected. The hostile region had quite a number of abominations residing within it. Not to mention, the fog of decay there is far worse compared to the average region.


    Ajax was but one scout. If there were no fog, he might''ve been able to manage somehow. Unfortunately, that''s not the case.


    But not anymore.


    As the commander of the newly formed Scout regiment squad, he has the right to dispatch his trained companions and to hand out missions whenever deemed necessary.


    Now was the time.


    Samael took out his map of Georgo Road. On its surface, it detailed the minor roads along with the major roads and the regions.


    Samael took out a pen, and soon scribbling noises filled the room. As Samael put down his quill, he examined the map.


    Currently, he has highlighted the areas Ajax has cleared. Within those areas, new camps have been created. Samael has also marked the paths and roads that Ajax and his squad took. Making sure to list down the blockades they faced.


    With the information he currently possessed, Samael put three claw marks on some of the roads, signifying the number of Imgrave wolves present in said areas. On the other hand, he also pinpointed the safer routes.


    Now it was time to distribute.


    Samael listed down each scout they have, checking their abilities before he separated them into specific regions.


    Scouts like Yuin, Ramon, and Ashley, who were far ahead of the competition, were positioned deeper, while the less talented individuals were tasked with the safer routes.


    This should do it, Samael said as he rose up and marched towards Timeus''s office.


    Arriving there, he was granted immediate council as he raised his purpose.


    "How may I help Samael?" Timeus asked.


    Samael put down the documents he wrote earlier as he replied. "Can you get these delivered to their respective camps?"


    Timeus took the papers, his gaze darting back and forth as his brows formed an arch.


    "You''re already giving them missions? It hasn''t been long since they''ve settled at their camps," Timeus said.


    "It is what they''ve been trained for. It is only natural," Samael answered.


    "If that''s what you wish, then it''s only right that I do as you say," Timeus said as he raised his hand, beckoning for Lucas to come closer.


    Timeus whispered a few things before his assistant left with haste.


    "The letters should arrive by nightfall," Timeus said.


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    "Thank you," Samael said.


    "Are you leaving for your meet-up with the Liesco knights?" Timeus asked.


    Samael gave a brief nod.


    "I see. Take care, Samael," Timeus said as he escorted Samael out.


    ***


    As the sun rose to its peak, Samael found himself treading towards Nocturn camp.


    As he arrived there, he was greeted by an inspection.


    "Ah yes, sir Samael. We''ve been expecting you," the knight greeted.


    "The Liesco Knight squad is waiting in tent 46, sir," the knight said.


    Samael gave a nod as he inched towards the camp. Compared to Stellaris, the nocturn was small. However, due to its position, it was relatively safe and close in distance for reinforcements to arrive at.


    For knights, they sure picked quite the safe spot, Samael thought.


    After some wandering, Samael soon found himself before tent 46. It was larger than most, and Samael could hear the bickering of the knights inside.


    "Liesco knights?" Samael called.


    Upon hearing his voice, a hand pried the entrance open, showing a man appearing to be in his thirties. He had long brown hair and a finely kept brown beard. He was adorned in white armor with a long sword strapped behind him.


    "You are sir Samael... I presume?" The man asked as he looked at Samael up and down.


    "Yes. You''ve been informed of my arrival, right?" Samael clarified.


    "Ah yes, of course. Please come in," the man beckoned as he stepped aside.


    Inside rested the other eleven knights. Much like the man who greeted Samael, they were all adorned in silver armor. However, their weapons varied a lot. One, in particular, had a sword with a serrated edge.


    "Knights, this is the guest we''ve been waiting for. The Grim Hound, Samael." The man with brown hair spoke.


    Shifting his gaze back at Samael, he continued. "I believe introductions are in order."


    Putting his hand on his chest, he spoke. "My name is Portugal Rein. I''m the leader of the Liesco knights. That woman there is Quich; the one next to her is Erre," Portugal said.


    "The burly one is David; that''s Seth," Portugal said as he pointed at the man with the serrated blades.


    "That''s Miya, Claire, Anton, Railey, Ash, and Orion," Portugal said.


    Each member gave Samael a nod.


    "So you''re the famous Grim Hound," Seth said as he circled Samael.


    "Seth," Portugal called, his voice heavy and commanding.


    "What? I''m not doing anything!" Seth said as he raised his hand.


    "Just curiosity is all," Seth said. "Nice to meet you," he continued as he extended his hand.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. He can sense a smudge of mockery in Seth''s tone. However, Samael dispelled such thoughts as he took the man''s hand.


    As Samael took Seth''s hand, the man tightened his grip, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.


    Unfortunately, Samael was already far too used to such meager pranks.


    Without an ounce of hesitation, Samael put some force in his hands.


    CRACK!


    "FUCK!" Seth roared as he yanked his hand back, grasping his wrist as he stepped back.


    "What''s going on?" Portugal asked.


    "He almost broke my damn hand!" Seth roared, veins pulsing in his neck.


    Samael remained cold. "I merely gave him a handshake. I did nothing wrong," he replied.


    "You¡ª" Seth''s words were cut short as Portugal shot him a glare.


    "I''m sorry for his troublesome behavior. Seth can be a little unstable sometimes," Portugal apologized.


    "Now, enough with the jokes, and let''s get to business. May we know the purpose of your visit?" Portugal swiftly changed the subject.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips. "As the note said, we''re to conduct a scouting mission in the hostile regions tomorrow at the break of dawn," Samael said.


    "In the hostile region...?" Portugal asked.


    "Yes," Samael clarified.


    "I see. Do we have any specifics?" Portugal inquired.


    "Locate the Imgrave wolf camps and routes safe for use," Samael said.


    "I understand. Me and my men will go prepare for now," Portugal said.


    Samael tipped his head before leaving.


    As Samael passed through the tent entrance, he felt a presence coming his way.


    Shifting his gaze up, Samael saw a man adorned in white. A white cloak with gold linings...


    Samael''s gaze widened, a burst of rage erupting in his chest. Fragments of memories of his past crashed through him like a tsunami.


    The man came to a halt. He was in his 40s with black hair mixed with white stripes. Much like everyone else, he had dark circles under his eyes, but a small smile remained on his face as he spoke.


    "Ah, you must be, sir Samael. I have heard of your arrival. I deeply apologize if I was late for the meeting," he said. However, Samael remained silent, his eyes averted downward.


    Samael felt the urge to rip the man before him in pieces. He wanted to drive his axe between him and make him confess to the sins they did to him.


    Samael''s fist shook. For a moment, a flash of suffocating killing intent dispersed off the surroundings, opting for the man before him to shiver.


    Not now, Samael, he thought as he clenched his jaw, locking away the raging emotions in his chest as he shifted his gaze up, meeting the man in the eyes.


    "It is quite cold today," the man said as he brushed his shoulders.


    "Oh! I forgot. Please excuse my ignorance. My name is Vapad, a priest of the church of light," Vapad said as he extended his hands.


    Samael stared at Vapad''s hands, his eyes empty, as he slowly accepted the priest''s greetings.


    "Is there something wrong?" Vapad asked.


    Staring the man directly in the eyes, Samael shook his head briefly. "No. Everything is okay."


    "Well, that''s good to hear. If you''ll excuse me," Vapad said before he went inside the Liesco Knights tent.


    As the man vanished before Samael''s gaze, he couldn''t help but stay idle for a moment, his gaze focused on his palm.


    Samael felt angry. He felt resentful. How could he not? He remembers it as clear as day. That same robe. That same insignia. How can they stand there, ignorant of what they did?


    Samael stormed off from the camp, swiftly entering the forest and submerging himself within the fog of decay.


    Samael did not know where he was going. He did not know what dangers lay ahead. But at that moment, the only thing he wanted to do was release his rage.


    And so he did.


    Samael''s steps were halted as growls reverberated in the air, accompanied by footsteps.


    From the thinning fog, multiple silhouettes formed, taking the shape of imgraved wolves as they presented themselves, fangs roaring to go.


    Samael''s hand balled to a fist, a burst of darkness seemingly manifesting out of thin air as it latched unto his skin, morphing it black.


    The imgrave wolves roared as they launched themselves at Samael.


    Fools they were.


    Howls and whispers left trails of echoes in the air as the scent of blood wafted in the wind.


    The imgrave wolves stood frozen in place, trembling as they watched Samael stand there, drenched in the blood of their kin. In his hand nestled the spine of an imgrave wolf and its corpse under his foot.


    Without another word, Samael''s figure turned to a blur as he appeared beside another abomination, grabbing the beast by the neck as he slammed its face down the ground.


    Samael gritted his teeth.


    "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Samael roared as he ran at full speed, dragging the wolf face first through the ground and leaving a straight trail of blood.


    Samael screamed his heart out, uncaring for the damage he was causing as he barreled through the trees and the abominations in his path.


    As he came to a halt, the imgrave wolf he was holding was reduced to nothing but the piece of flesh he held.


    Samael''s chest rose up and down, his eyes lost and distant.


    However, in its midst, a small panel flickered before him. Breaking him from his rageful stupor.


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    Samael shot a glance at the panel hovering in the air, its illuminating light bringing about a sense of clarity.


    Samael stared at his bloodied palms, his face morphing in confusion and desperation.


    "What am I doing...?" Samael asked himself, his voice shaky.


    Samael stepped back as he leaned against a tree, allowing himself to slump down as he rested his head back, his hand grasping a necklace hanging on his neck, a sense of relief brushing past him.


    He was, yet again, consumed by his rage.


    Get your shit off the gutter! Samael thought as he pushed himself off the ground, his gaze burning in determination.


    Now was not the time to cower.

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    SPLASH!


    The sound of water splashing left trails of echoes in the decaying forest as Samael wiped his disheveled, wet hair, ridding it of grime and blood.


    Underneath him was a puddle of blood as he emptied canisters upon canisters of water. The cold sensation gave Samael a hint of clarity. However, it did not help the thoughts plaguing him.


    Why were there no records of Priest Vapad? Lucas gave me those documents himself, so how? Samael wondered.


    Perhaps Lucas simply deemed the existence of Vapad to be normal? After all, Timeus did say the church and the knights were closely tied.


    But delving deeper, it still did not make sense. Vapad was clearly familiar with the Liesco knights.


    It seems he''ll have to dig deeper.


    As Samael made his way back, he was stopped at the checkpoint once more.


    "Sir Samael, what are you doing at this time of the night, sir?" The knight asked.


    "Hunting," Samael briefly answered.


    "A-Ah, understood," the knight said as he made way.


    As Samael walked towards his tent, he inhaled the cold night wind. However, his brows furrowed soon.


    It''s oddly silent here, Samael thought. It was quite uncommon considering how lively it was in the morning, much more considering it''s a camp.


    When morning arrived, Samael swiftly went to work. He asked around regarding priest Vapad.


    "Priest Vapad? He''s a good person. I guess it is to be expected considering he is a priest," a man answered as he chuckled.


    "How long has he been working on the front lines?" Samael asked.


    "Well, priest Vapad arrived when the invasion occurred. He was sent by the church as part of the aid group," the man answered after some time.


    "Do you remember anything else?" Samael asked.


    "No, not really," the man replied.


    Samael thanked the watcher before he wandered again, asking a female knight a new set of questions.


    "Well, as far as I know, priest Vapad is a very kind man. He often prioritizes the weak and injured before himself. He tends to be selfless sometimes, which worries me," the female knight answered.


    Samael expressed his appreciation before he left. Based on the intel he gathered, priest Vapad was fairly new, but he''s already viewed as a good Samaritan by the camp.


    He was also a part of the Liesco knights now, which further made Samael feel suspicious as he was not in the records.


    Due to this, Samael had to piece together the bits of information he gathered and arrive at a conclusion.


    Priest Vapad was in his 40s, wielded a minor talent for light element, and was capable of purification, which was the reason he became a part of the Liesco knights.


    It appears that purification abilities can temporarily fix the fog of decay. However, not all possess it.


    Nonetheless, Samael was bound to know more. If priest Vapad was, in fact, a part of the Liesco knights, then he would be part of their mission.


    Samael rose to his feet as he stormed his way towards tent 46, where the Liesco knights waited.


    Upon arrival, Portugal greeted Samael, informing him their force was ready to mobilize.


    Now it was time for their battle plan.


    Samael took out a map of Georgo Road, the same map he marked down, showing it to the other Liesco knights.


    "They''ve already covered this much," Miya uttered in surprise.


    "They sure are hardworking," David chimed in.


    "Enough of that; what''s the plan, Samael?" Portugal asked.


    "We''ll enter through here," Samael said as he pointed at the hostile regions.


    "Four marks?" Portugal asked.


    "Yes, it''s quite infested, as there have been numerous sightings recently. It seems the imgrave wolves there are starting to advance," Samael said.


    "I see," Portugal said.


    "We''ll assess the situation; if we can, we''ll proceed with extermination. If not, we leave and request an assault team," Samael said.


    "Understood," Portugal said.


    "Is your team able to go now?" Samael asked.


    "Without a doubt," Portugal answered.


    Samael returned his map back to his dragon horde remnant, his gaze silently shifting towards priest Vapad as he replied. "Good, let''s go."


    ***


    The sounds of footsteps reverberated in the decaying forest as multiple silhouettes traveled through the fog.


    The Liesco knights kept their guards up, their gazes shifting back and forth.


    In the middle of the group was Vapad. He was to be protected as he was a non-combatant.


    Due to this, Samael had quite a hard time observing the man. But he was not giving up that fast.


    Samael came to a halt as he examined the next path they would take.


    There seem to be no tracks whatsoever. No fur either on the left, Samael thought.


    Samael''s nose flinched a couple times. A mild scent of urine... but a lot more pungent, Samael thought.


    Is this what imgrave wolves piss smell like? Samael thought.


    "Do we go left?" Portugal asked Samael, breaking him from his stupor.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he stood up. "Yes, left is the safer option," Samael replied.


    "Very well," Portugal said as he beckoned for the Liesco knights to follow.


    As they ventured deeper, the fog of decay worsened. Not only that, but Samael''s been noticing the increased telltales of Imgrave wolves.


    Yet, they''ve barely faced any.


    Are the wolves avoiding us? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    The signs are clear, yet they''re nowhere to be seen, he thought, confusion brimming in his pupils.


    Something was amiss.


    "Let us hasten our pace," Samael said as he burst forward, putting the Liesco knights in disarray.


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    As Samael passed through the sea of fog, the signs kept increasing, to the point where he saw freshly mauled carcasses scattered around.


    Samael halted his steps as he crouched down, caressing the leftovers of the imgrave wolves.


    It''s still fairly fresh, Samael thought.


    But where are they? Samael''s gaze swept his surroundings, his Void compass reaching outward.


    Hm? Samael''s brows furrowed as he rose to his feet, advancing forward before stopping in front of a towering metal infrastructure.


    It was a bundle of steel clamped together, with a large entrance in the middle. In its vicinity were tracks and more leftovers of what seemed to be the lunch of these imgrave wolves.


    Yet...


    "What is going on...?" Samael asked in disbelief.


    There were no wolves. No one was hiding in the fog. It was simply... empty. The camp was deserted.


    Did they move recently? What ridiculous timing! Samael clenched his jaw.


    The mission has failed. They''ve located the camp, but their main objective is nowhere to be seen.


    But he was not giving up so easily.


    Pouring his full strength, Samael expanded his Void compass even further, pushing it to its very limits.


    Hope is not lost, Samael thought as he opened his eyes.


    Tracks. The wolf''s tracks were still visible, albeit faintly. As long as they exist, Samael can find them. And he will find them.


    "What''s going on, Samael?" Portugal asked as he hungered for air.


    "The wolves have gone," Samael answered.


    Portugal shot a glance at the empty metal den as he spoke. "Then shall we head back?"


    Samael wore his hood up.


    "No, we hunt them," he replied.


    Portugal jerked his head back at Samael. "Follow them? We can barely see their tracks!" He retorted.


    "I''m a tracker, Portugal. They won''t escape from me," Samael answered as he strode forward.


    "Shit," Portugal cussed as he followed Samael deeper.


    Samael swiftly moved through the dense fog, his gaze darting back and forth. He kept a lookout for the faint traces of the wolves, may it be the nearly faded footprints or the shallow scent of their piss, fur, and saliva.


    "Aren''t we getting too deep?" Vapad asked.


    "No time to waste; those abominations haven''t gotten too far yet," Samael said as he shot a quick glance at Vapad.


    The priest had been sweating bullets as he struggled to keep up the pace; his face was pale, and he kept glancing about.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed for a brief moment before he focused his attention ahead.


    As Samael kept his chase, the more the signs became prevalent. However, the knights were not faring well either.


    They were breathing hard with uneven intervals; their faces were drenched in their own sweat, and they were slowing down significantly.


    But Samael remained steadfast.


    As the minutes piled up, visible changes in the terrain could be seen.


    There were far more manholes, fewer trees, and more destruction. The rays of the sun were now unable to pass with ease.


    The stench of iron permeated the air, further worsening the conditions of the knights.


    As the seconds ticked by, anticipation brewed in the air. Tension was at an all-time high, and so was fatigue.


    "How are we sure we can reach them?! We''ve been running for hours!" Seth exclaimed.


    "No! We''re close!" Samael said as he crouched down, running his fingers across the dirt and painting it crimson.


    Its fresh Samael thought as he brought it closer, smelling it.


    Human blood Samael concluded as he dashed forward.


    He can sense it. The wolves were not far off. Their scent has gotten stronger over time. Their footprints were also more visible than ever before.


    Samael stretched his Void compass even further, reaching hundreds and thousands of meters.


    There! Samael''s eyes flew open.


    The wolves were resting on a spot roughly 400 meters from them. Judging through his compass, Samael deduced there were about 46 of them.


    Without another thought, Samael uttered it under his breath.


    "Abyss walk."


    Samael''s aura darkened, albeit slightly. With it, any noise his steps made was consumed, leaving not a single trace of sound as he walked forward.


    "What the fuck?" Seth cussed, his tone hushed.


    "Samael, what¡ª?" Portugal was cut off as Samael raised his hand.


    Samael shot them a glance, beckoning for them to stay silent before he tilted his head forward.


    Up ahead, beyond the decaying roots and woods, were multiple silhouettes walking on all fours. The figures were half the size of adult men and had canine teeth.


    The Liesco knights exchanged looks as they hesitantly unsheathed their blades.


    Portugal came close to Samael as he whispered. "This is not wise, Samael. There''s far too many of them, and we have a non-combatant!"


    "They will surround us before we can even do anything¡ª"


    Growl....


    Vapad''s face paled as the squad shifted their attention to the side. There stood an imgrave wolf, saliva dripping off its maw.


    "Oh shi¡ª"


    AWOOOOOOOO!!!!


    "IN POSITION!" Portugal bellowed as he dashed back into formation, raising his shield and unsheathing his blade.


    The other members of the crew swiftly went into action as they circled Vapad, protecting him from harm.


    Meanwhile, Samael slowly rose to his feet, his face stone cold and devoid of emotions, as he recalled Crimson Raven from his dragon horde remnant.


    As the blaring call of the abomination wailed in the air, waves of Imgrave wolves soon followed.


    They came hurling from the fog, stirring the dust as they barreled forward.


    "FUCK!" Portugal cussed as he raised his shield, blocking the charge attack of an imgrave wolf, nearly knocking him down. Fortunately, an arrow stuck the wolf in the eye, blinding it and giving Portugal time to counter with a slash.


    However, it didn''t end there.


    The wolves easily circled the group, launching attacks one after the other, nearly breaking their defense.


    "CAST A FUCKING ABILITY, VAPAD!" Seth roared as he formed a makeshift shield, deflecting the attack of an abomination to the side.


    "O-on it!" Vapad said as he uttered.


    "Light veil."


    A flow of light latched onto the knights, boosting their abilities further. However, Samael remained standing in place, watching the struggle before him as he thought.


    They are weak.


    At that moment, a surge of red miasma engulfed the field, devouring everything in its path along with a torrent of pressure, nearly flattening some of the wolves.


    Slowly, dread seized the hearts of the wolves as they glanced at Samael.


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    As Samael took a step forward, the wolves flinched back, cowering before him. In their eyes, Samael appeared akin to a demon walking in a sea of darkness with nothing but his crimson eyes in its midst.


    The Liesco knights watched the wolves freeze in fear; their furs stood on all ends, and they couldn''t help but whimper.


    "What in the world?" Miya subconsciously said.


    Looking at the wolves, Samael felt Crimson Raven shudder in joy.


    It was time.


    Samael''s figure turned to a blur as he blew the earth behind him, bursting forward and startling the abominations.


    Without giving the beasts time to react, Samael swung his axe with tremendous speed, severing multiple wolves in the process.


    The other abominations dashed back, but Samael kept the chase, nimbly pivoting his foot as he took a sharp turn.


    "Void Cleave."


    A wave of Void matter flashed for a second, vanishing into the fog as fast as it came.


    Before the knight''s eyes, the wolves attacking them earlier fell down, cut in half as their organs spewed out, staining the earth red.


    Priest Vapad couldn''t help but gag as he recoiled back. Unfortunately, Samael was not done yet.


    Increasing his speed further, Samael lunged forward, severing the heads of seven imgrave wolves within seconds.


    Their blood spewed up, raining down on the decaying earth as their corpses fell limp.


    Seeing the massacre, the remaining wolves exchanged looks before they ran up to Samael, giving up on their fear as they opened their maws.


    However, as they bit down, Samael''s figure exploded into a flock of ravens, confusing and surprising the wolves.


    The flock of raivens gathered in the air, swarming down as they took Samael''s shape.


    "My turn," Samael said.


    "Abyss spikes."


    The ground shook as a plethora of onyx black spikes protruded from the ground, impaling the abominations without mercy, tearing their flesh, and reducing them to nothing but mere specks of dust.


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    Samael swung his axe back and forth, spilling blood as he marched onward.


    Whimpers, growls and cries of pain reverberated in the air, dancing in the wind and sending shivers down everyone''s spines.


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    Samael''s footsteps left trails of echoes in the air as he towered over a cowering wolf. The last of its group.


    The abomination stared at Samael, fear brimming in its pupil as it struggled back, shrinking in a corner.


    Slowly, Samael raised his arm up, his axe dripping blood as he it descended.


    PING!


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 Ch53-Coincidence or not?

    The trip back was a silent one.


    The Liesco knights refused to utter another word. Basking in the silence as though their lives were not in danger moments ago. As though Samael did not massacre dozens of wolves before their eyes.


    But Samael remained nonchalant. He was far too used to such bloodshed. Spending time in the wild and facing abominations on a daily basis tends to change you.


    As the group entered the safer regions, Samael finally broke the silence.


    "We should take a rest here," Samael said.


    Considering their location, the Liesco knights started a fire, warming themselves in the lush illumination of their bonfire.


    They stared at the fire, unsure of what to do. This made Samael confused. They were knights who have been on the battlefield since this whole invasion began.


    One would expect they would be battle-hardened veterans, as all of them survived this long when even those who had just joined met their fate early on.


    Were they simply lucky? Samael couldn''t help but wonder.


    Or was it the fatigue? Samael shook his head, ridding himself of the unnecessary thoughts.


    Samael wiped off the blood stains on his skin. Fortunately, he did not need to maintain Crimson Raven as the weapon feeds on blood.


    "Would you like some water, sir Samael?" Vapad asked as he handed Samael a jug of water.


    Samael glanced at Vapad briefly before shaking his head.


    "Ah, very well," Vapad said as he sat back down.


    After their brief exchange, the group proceeded back. Reaching camp near nightfall.


    After their arrival, the Liesco knights went on their own. Vapad left the group the moment they arrived, giving them a good night''s sleep as he left. It almost felt hasty.


    Unfortunately, as much as Samael wanted to hit the hay, he had to file a report and gather his thoughts.


    As he settled into his tent, Samael took out pieces of paper and a quill. Soon, scribbling noises filled the room, along with the smell of ink.


    Samael wrote down the events that occurred and his findings. He also included his suspicions of the priest.


    Vapad was not a battle priest. Why would the Church of Light send him in the first place? Usually, his kind are left in camps to tend to the wounded. Yet he''s on the front lines.


    Not only that, but it bugged Samael that the wolves were already far ahead of them when they arrived.


    Wolves are territorial by nature. Once they''ve acquired land, they will defend it against other predators.


    Some people may pass it off as a coincidence, but was it really? What were the chances of said abominations, who have a mission to conquer the Georgo Road and Tera Sanctuary, suddenly backing out? Especially considering Samael''s mission.


    It was simply too much of a coincidence to be true.


    Is this the workings of the mole? Samael wondered.


    But for my mission to be sabotaged, the culprits should''ve known in the first place, Samael thought.


    The only people who knew of my mission were Ajax, the Liesco knights, Timeus, and Lucas Samael leaned back, his brows furrowed.


    Ajax is already out of the equation. He''s a trusted ally and my mentor. Timeus... I don''t know too much about him, but if he really was the culprit, then the Georgo road would''ve been long lost, Samael pieced together.


    Lucas... I don''t know too much about him. He was the one who provided me with information regarding the knights. That said, the information did not warn me about Vapad''s involvement. That priest... Samael tapped his fingers on the desk.


    Vapad suddenly came out of nowhere. Even the personal information I requested contained nothing regarding him. Yet he''s part of the Liesco knights? Samael couldn''t help but inquire.


    It was simply too ridiculous.


    First, the wolves. Then the information. The moment he arrived, everything''s gone to shit, Samael thought.


    Is he the mole? Samael shifted his gaze outside.


    He was far too uncertain. He did not have much evidence. Vapad could very well be the culprit, but if he simply pointed fingers, no one would believe him, and this could put the man on high alert.


    Thinking about it, I talked to the Liesco knights in the morning. Vapad soon arrived after that. Surely he would''ve been warned of their mission. He had the entire day to sabotage my mission, Samael thought.


    Samael rose to his feet as he left his tent, the cold night wind brushing his disheveled hair.


    As usual, the camp was far too silent. There was nothing but the passing wind whistling in Samael''s ear.


    If Vapad was indeed the mole, how did he deliver the message to the wolves? Samael wondered.


    Gathering his knowledge, the imgrave wolves were abominations with sufficient intellect, as they could form ambushes, traps, and even formations.


    These creatures were also well versed in night raids, as darkness was their natural habitat.


    Samael''s forehead creased. He couldn''t think of anything related to the priest. He lacked information to form a good enough conclusion.


    The only way to know is to investigate. To see between the lines and find out what really is going on.


    It seems he''ll have to dig even deeper.


    ***


    As the light of the morning sun progressed in the sky, Samael was off to a productive start.


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    He went to the training grounds, where some of the warriors trained.


    Eventually, some of them sat down for a break, wiping their sweats off as they noticed Samael.


    "You must be Samael, right?" A watcher asked.


    Samael gave a nod.


    "Well, I suppose what Priest Vapad said is true," the watcher commented as he chuckled.


    Samael''s brows rose as he shot a glance at the man.


    "What did he say?" Samael asked.


    "Well, nothing much. He just mentioned you''re the type of person who remains silent and observant," the man replied.


    Observant? Did he notice I''m watching him? Samael wondered.


    "He did tell us how you followed the nearly invisible trails of Imgrave wolves deep into the forest," the man added.


    Samael breathed a silent sigh of relief. Luckily, Vapad didn''t seem to notice his watchful gaze.


    "Did he say anything else?" Samael asked.


    "Not really. Vapad tends to drift from subjects to subjects. That''s why he always has stories to tell," the watcher said.


    "Is that so?" Samael asked.


    "Hey, since you''re new here, you should join us for our feast tonight. The Liesco knights will be present there. We can celebrate your guys victory," the watcher invited.


    Samael wanted to refuse, but after hearing the Liesco knights would be present, he had a change of mind.


    Perhaps I can learn more about the priest, Samael, thought.


    "I will consider it," Samael said.


    "Sure, I''ll go back to training now. Nice meeting you," the man said as he rose to his feet.


    Samael sat there for a couple more minutes, enjoying the cool morning wind and the sounds of blades humming in the wind.


    As he went back, Samael took out his map, outlining the parts they went to earlier and adding new signs to parts they''d yet to see. However, Samael has a plan.


    Instead of revealing his plan to the Liesco knights, Samael would instead undergo this mission alone.


    So, he set up his gear, checking his weapon and potions as he set out without alarming anyone. With his set of skills, sneaking out was a mere cakewalk.


    Soon, Samael dove into the forest, blending with the shadows as he went deeper.


    Sure enough, the fog of decay surrounding him thickened over time. But Samael had his Void compass. Navigation was not a problem for him.


    As the seconds ticked by and the landscape worsened even more, Samael''s surroundings started to morph.


    Due to this, Samael had to stop and redraw parts of his map. This was information the Stellaris camp would benefit greatly from.


    Once he was done, Samael would march forward once more. He also left marks in the trees he passed by, making sure to imbue his essence to avoid it being tarnished and tampered with.


    The farther he went on, the more changes he saw. Now, the trees were standing, decaying trunks of mess, and the earth exuded a scent of rot.


    Not only that, but he saw pieces of skeletons lying about. Whether it was a human or not was not clear as it was mangled to pieces.


    I''m nearing Samael thought.


    He was capturing more signs of Imgrave wolves. However, uncertainty and anticipation welled in Samael''s heart as he inched closer.


    It was like this as well. The telltale signs were clear, but the wolves somehow avoided them.


    Samael would advance unhindered, then take a short stop, marking his surroundings and updating his map. He''s sure the other scouts are also doing the same.


    However, on his next advance, Samael was interrupted as he felt three auras a few hundred meters from him.


    "Abyss walk," Samael uttered as his aura darkened.


    With his sounds concealed, Samael blended with the shadows, creeping closer to the auras he felt as he restricted his essence leak, completely erasing his traces.


    Samael traced the aura closely, and changes soon appeared before him as he spotted multiple footprints on the ground along with the disturbed line and traces of blood.


    Crouching down, Samael inspected the markings on the earth.


    Paws... Wolves, Samael thought as he brought his hand closer, sniffing the blood.


    Yes, wolves Samael concluded upon the putrid, gut-wrenching smell of their blood. Akin to a corpse and fish combined in a barrel for months.


    Without wasting another second, Samael sprinted forward, closing the distance with ease as he halted his steps.


    A few meters from him were three imgrave wolves, carrying along an abomination Samael named Forest Walker. A creature with six legs and a tail similar to that of a Scorpion.


    The wolves were greatly wounded, and their furs were tainted red. However, they still had the strength to carry the beast, which weighed hundreds of pounds.


    Their jaw powers are a force to be reckoned with, Samael noted to himself. It was another piece of information they could use.


    However, three wolves are surely unable to defeat a forest walker on their own.


    There must have been a few more of them. Are they a hunting group? Samael wondered.


    If so, then the imgrave wolves resembled normal wolves more than they thought.


    If they are indeed hunting groups, then they''re bringing their catch back... home, Samael thought.


    As the wolves struggled to drag the corpse of the forest walker, Samael silently tailed them, smearing himself with their blood to avoid them detecting his smell.


    The wolves took a couple of stops to regain their breaths. But they would proceed as fast as they could.


    All that time, Samael took the opportunity to measure the wolves even more.


    They''re exchanging turns while dragging the forest walker, showing signs of pact mentality, Samael noted.


    They also communicate with growls, similar to wolves, he added.


    However, his observations soon came to an end as he spotted a structure similar to that of what they encountered yesterday.


    A metal cluster with a large entrance in the middle. Much like the previous one, it was far more decayed, and remains of what seemed to be other abominations lingered about. Albeit more fresh.


    Not only that, but by expanding his Void compass inward, Samael could feel dozens of entities within.


    The wolves dragged the corpse of the forest walker into the entrance before howling. It''s howl echoed in the wide entrance of the wolf den.


    Soon, multiple imgrave wolves came pouring out, surprising Samael due to the sheer size of their home.


    52 engraved wolves in a single den? That''s similar to the other one we found Samael connected the dots as he took notes.


    Are there any more near this one? Samael wondered as he expanded his Void compass as far as he could. What he found made his eyes fly open.


    A few hundred meters from him were four more dens with roughly the same number of wolves inside.


    "Well, shit," Samael muttered.


    If there were this many clustered up, then there was no surprise at how fast the warriors lost. Not only that, but it seems these abominations breed fast.


    However, another thing bothered Samael.


    The wolves this time did not leave their den to evacuate. They remained in their homes, unaware of his arrival.


    Was it really a coincidence? Samael thought.


    Was their sudden evacuation really just luck playing in the wolf''s favor? Or was there really a mole in the Liesco knights?


    Samael shook his head, ridding himself of irrelevant thoughts as he wrote down the coordinates of the wolf dens. He also updated his map.


    Shooting a final glance at the feasting wolves, Samael left.


    As he arrived at the camp, Samael was stopped at another checkpoint. It was the same guard as always.


    "Sir Samael! You''re lucky. I was about to close the road to join the feast. What are you doing out here, sir?" The knight asked.


    "Hunting," Samael replied.


    "Goodness! This party is held due to your guys contributions! You should take a break sometimes, sir!" The knight said as he heartily laughed.


    Samael gave a nod as he went in. This time, the usually silent camp was loud and filled with bright lights casting shadows on the walls of the tents.


    All the warriors sang to their hearts content, drinking liquor till they passed out. A spectacle you would not expect considering their situation.


    In the middle of it all were the Liesco knights, sitting in front of a long table filled to the brim with dishes of all kinds.


    However, Samael remained in the shade, watching silently as the celebration went on.


    He simply could not bring himself to enjoy the feast. His mind was plagued by the people unable to eat due to the blockade of the major road.


    Besides, the thought of lowering his guard when there is a possibility of a mole amongst them does not sit well with him.


    As the party raged on, there were a few commotions that set the mood even more. Some drunk watchers did some circus stunts in the middle of the crowd, while others started chugging barrels of liquor in one go.


    A few were already knocked out cold on the ground. Some were vomiting all the food they ate.


    The Liesco knights lingered with the warriors, joining them in their crazy stunts, while Vapad chatted with the other folks as they ate pastries.


    But everyone enjoyed the moment of peace they acquired.


    Eventually, the thundering songs and chants quieted down as everyone fell too drunk to even talk. They simply fell to the ground, unconscious.


    As the lights dimmed, Samael could only sigh. He saw nothing suspicious or out of place. He also kept an eye on the priest, yet he remained on his spot for the entire duration of the feast.


    Samael quietly marched away¡ª In the corner of his eyes, he saw a movement in the middle of the sleeping warriors.


    Samael swiftly dove into the shadows as he shot a glance through the darkness, where he saw Vapad rise up, collecting all the leftovers before sneaking away.


    Seeing this, Samael''s gaze narrowed.


    So he finally made a move.

 Ch54-Comrades?

    As Vapad marched off the encampment, Samael closely followed. He hid in the shadows as he concealed his presence.


    As the priest walked out of the main gate, Samael moved like his shadow. The priest kept glancing around as he dragged the large bag.


    What are you up to? Samael couldn''t help but wonder.


    Vapad sped up his pace, opting for Samael to hasten his as well. The priest took the forest path, making sure to only travel in the regions with claw marks and a large gash, symbolizing there were no abominations there.


    It seems he knows his way. How long has he been doing this? Samael wondered


    He also knows the location of these symbols and what they mean, so he''s done his research, Samael thought.


    Vapad kept walking, his breathing ragged as he struggled to keep the heavy bag on his shoulder.


    However, to Samael''s surprise, the man suddenly took off, vanishing into the darkness.


    Samael''s brows rose up as he lunged forward, expanding his void compass to trace the man.


    But before he could, Vapad walked off from behind a trunk, bumping into Samael and falling down.


    "AHH!" Vapad screamed as he curled up, using his hands as a makeshift shield.


    Meanwhile, Samael stepped back, giving the man some space as he spoke.


    "Calm down! It''s me, Vapad," Samael said.


    "NO! PLEASE DON''T EAT ME!" Vapad screamed as he crawled back.


    "IT''S ME!" Samael roared, snapping the man from his chaotic stupor.


    Vapad shot a glance at Samael, squinting his eyes as he slowly recognized the man.


    "S-Samael?" Vapad asked.


    "Yes," Samael confirmed as he sighed.


    "W-what are you doing out here?" Vapad asked.


    "Hunting," Samael answered after a pause.


    Vapad released a sigh of relief as he rose up, ridding himself of dust.


    "Sorry, I was afraid of the wolves, so I ran! I did not know it was you, Samael," Vapad said.


    "What are you doing out here?" Samael asked.


    "Uh, yes! Taking a piss!" The man said.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed.


    Lies. He''s making up a story. It seems he didn''t notice me earlier, Samael thought.


    Better play with it for now so I don''t make him suspicious, Samael concluded.


    "I see. Be on your way back; the forest is dangerous," Samael said as he walked off. However, Vapad swiftly called out to him.


    "Uh, may I ask a question?" The man said.


    Samael cast a glance over his shoulder.


    "Do you often hunt at night?" The priest asked.


    Samael remained motionless for a while before giving a slow nod.


    Lying to the priest would be hard. He could just ask the guards at the checkpoint and reveal the truth.


    He might get suspicious of me if I lie to him. I''ll have to play it safe for now, Samael thought as he strode forward again, vanishing in the darkness.


    ***


    Samael''s small venture proved fruitless. Vapad decided to go home after his encounter with Samael.


    As the morning light painted the sky blue, the camp had begun another lively day. Samael did not see Vapad much in the morning, nor was he present in tent 46.


    As Samael arrived there, he was greeted by Liesco knights.


    "Grab me that water jug, David," Seth said as he groaned, massaging his head.


    "Migraines, one of life''s worst enemies," Miya uttered as she rested her head down.


    Samael knocked three times before he entered the tent, where Portugal rose to his feet to greet him.


    "Ah, Samael. We''ve been waiting for you," Liesco said.


    Samael gave a nod as he swept his gaze around, his brows furrowing slowly.


    Vapad is not here, Samael thought.


    Noticing his gaze, Portugal couldn''t help but ask. "Something wrong?"


    Samael shifted his gaze back to the man. "The priest?" Samael asked.


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    "Vapad? We haven''t seen him yet. He must be running late," Portugal answered.


    "I see," Samael muttered.


    Has Vapad noticed? Samael couldn''t help but wonder.


    "So, do we proceed with our plan? Route 4a, isn''t it?" Portugal asked.


    "Yes," Samael confirmed.


    "Understood. If it''s okay, can you give us some time to prepare? Migraines are a real bitch," Portugal answered.


    Samael gave a brief nod as he flashed a brief gaze at the other members of the knight squad.


    Samael left the tent afterwards, wandering for a bit in search of the priest. His voyage eventually led him back to the training grounds, where he spotted the same knight.


    "Hey! I didn''t see you at the party. Where were you?" The knight asked.


    "I was there," Samael denied.


    "I must''ve been hammered," the man said to himself as he chuckled.


    "Hey, have you seen Vapad?" Samael asked.


    "Hm? Vapad? I heard he''s feeling quite unwell, so he''ll rest for a while," the knight answered after some contemplation.


    "I see," Samael said.


    "Is there something wrong?" The knight asked.


    "No, nothing," Samael denied.


    After some talk, the knight left Samael on his own as he went back to training, swinging his sword tirelessly.


    Meanwhile, Samael decided to go back to his tent. Analyzing the events last night.


    Vapad is hiding something. Even the other inhabitants didn''t seem to know of his nightly strolls, Samael thought as he sat in a meditative position.


    Do the Liesco knights know? Samael wondered.


    Vapad seemed to be heading deeper into the forest. What else could his purpose be besides relating to the wolves? Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Due to his position, no one would suspect him of anything. He''s also established as a kind, compassionate man by everyone in this camp, Samael thought.


    Vapad was oddly sneaky on his exit, expertly avoiding the guards on his path. He seemed very experienced with whatever he was doing and knew his way around the woods.


    He certainly has been doing this for a while now. Otherwise, he wouldn''t be so versed in the realm of stealth.


    He''s also pretty smart to use the opportunity given to him because of the feast. No one would expect anything considering they''re all drunk and asleep, Samael thought.


    He also stashed some food in his large bag. What else is inside it? Intel? Coordinates? Samael couldn''t help but ask.


    KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!


    Samael''s eyes opened as he rose up, opening the entrance of his tent to be greeted by the knights.


    "You ready?" Portugal asked.


    Samael gave the man a nod as he went out.


    As they walked towards the forest, Portugal asked a question.


    "I''ve been noticing; is there something wrong? You''ve been awfully tensed," the man asked.


    He''s a sharp Samael.


    However, it was an opportunity to know better.


    "I''ve just been wondering. Did Vapad really just appear out of nowhere?" Samael asked.


    "The priest? Well, he was sent by the church, as everyone knows. Back then, we were tasked with accompanying him due to our recent accomplishments," Portugal said.


    "It might not seem like it, but we''ve been managing since the start of all this. We''ve never lost a brother or a sister in all this chaos, and we don''t intend to," Portugal resumed.


    Samael''s brows rose. It was impressive to think they haven''t lost anyone. While harsh, they were certainly weak, making this accomplishment all the more fascinating.


    "That being said, the higher-ups seemed to have really liked this, so they put Vapad in our squad. Wait, is something wrong with the priest?" Portugal inquired.


    Do I tell them? If Vapad really is the mole, then it would be best to let them know. But my evidence is lacking. Should I proceed? Samael wondered.


    Portugal noticed the conflicted look of Samael as he stepped back.


    "Hey, you don''t have to tell us anything. However, we''ll be here when needed. But we would appreciate it if you trusted us more. After all, we are comrades, right?" Portugal said.


    Samael''s gaze traveled down. Sharing his gathered information does not guarantee the knights will believe him, but if Vapad was indeed the mole, then the squad would greatly benefit from raising their guards around him.


    "What I''m about to reveal is a secret we should never reveal," Samael said to Portugal.


    The knight''s visage darkened. "I must stop you right now, Samael. You don''t need to tell me anything. It''s okay; I trust you," Portugal said.


    Samael gave a nod. Portugal felt similar to Ajax. Albeit more lighthearted,. However, he did not feel the same familiarity as he felt with his mentor.


    "Vapad... I saw him sneak out in the middle of the night," Samael said.


    Portugal''s forehead creased.


    "What are you saying?" Portugal asked.


    "In my reports, Vapad was not present. He had no records of being part of your squad despite the orders coming from the higher-ups," Samael said.


    "But how? Vapad has been with us since the invasion," Portugal said.


    "That is what I''m saying," Samael said.


    "Why would a priest travel at night without permission as he heads deeper into the woods? A non-combatant at that," Samael said.


    Portugal remained silent for a moment.


    "Are you saying Vapad is hiding something?" Portugal asked.


    "I believe there''s a snake amongst us. Our first mission was sabotaged. Those wolves did not just decide to vacate their nests when we arrived. Imgrave wolves don''t do that. They''re highly territorial," Samael explained.


    "They would either have a compelling reason to leave or they''d be pushed back. Based on the signs, it seems they left in a hurry," Samael said.


    "Are you saying Vapad gave those wolves information? But how? They''re abominations. Mindless killing machines built for humanity''s downfall," Portugal said.


    "Imgrave wolves are smart enough to develop tactics, negate ambushes, and use formations. What''s stopping them from using inside information?" Samael said.


    Portugal fell silent. His gaze was lost in contemplation.


    "If... Vapad really is what you tell him he is, then we''ll have to be careful. We do not know how much information he''s revealed," Portugal said after a while.


    Samael gave a nod.


    "I''ll relay this information to my squad members. Be assured, justice will shed light on the truth, and the culprit will be punished," Portugal said as he held Samael''s shoulder.


    As the group inched towards their objectives, Samael noticed the telltale signs of Imgrave wolves.


    "We''re nearing," Portugal muttered.


    Samael shot the man a glance.


    "Yes, we are," Samael uttered.


    "How did you know?" Samael asked.


    "Whenever you make that serious face, I know something''s up. Not to mention, it smells like piss in here," Portugal said.


    Samael expanded his Void compass, reaching further into the towering decaying trunks and revealing what''s behind the dense fog of war.


    "Two dens a few hundred meters north of where we are and another three west of us," Samael said.


    Samael burst forward, blending with the darkness as he kept a watchful eye ahead, taking notes of the coordinates of the dens.


    As he returned, Samael marked a tree with four marks.


    "This area is infested. We should return," Samael said.


    The Liesco knights nodded in response as they wrote down the coordinates of the lairs, making sure to write the number of the wolves and the route they took.


    Then they went back.


    As they arrived back, Samael swiftly went his own way.


    Vapad was yet to be seen leaving his quarters. Some people have checked on him and confirmed he was okay.


    But Samael believes the priest was not giving up so quickly.


    As Samael went to his tent, he stumbled upon a man wearing a cloak, seemingly waiting in front of his quarters.


    "Who are you?" Samael asked.


    The man shifted his gaze towards Samael.


    "Ah! You must be Sir Samael. I was just passing by and remembered this is where you were stationed, sir. Yuin''s told me a lot about you," the man said.


    He knows Yuin? Samael wondered.


    "Ah, apologies. I''m Thorn, one of the few scouts before Yuin and the rest," Thorn said.


    "I see. What bought you here?" Samael asked.


    "Just passing by for a mission," Thorn said.


    "What mission?" Samael asked.


    Thorn chuckled. "Unfortunately, I cannot disclose the details," Thorn said.


    Samael gave an understanding nod.


    "I''ll be on my way then," Thorn excused as he stormed away.


    "Send my regards to Yuin," Samael said before he went inside his tent.

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    As the golden sun rose over the horizon, Samael started another productive day. After washing up, he went straight to the Liesco Knights tent.


    Today was their final day of the joint mission. Which means he''ll have to discover whether the priest was really the culprit.


    Somehow, Vapad''s managed to avoid him all this time, but no more shall that happen.


    As Samael arrived at tent 46, he was greeted by Portugal.


    "Samael! You''re quite early today," Portugal said as he rose to his feet.


    Their plan today involved going deeper to scour for information. Samael will dig near the Georgo road.


    Honestly speaking, Ajax was supposed to come and join this mission as well. However, circumstances forbid, as a camp near Stellaris was raided by an army of hybrids.


    As for the Liesco knights, they weren''t going in with Samael. They were simply to handle the information he would give and bring it back to base. Samael intends to infiltrate some of the wolf dens to see their structure inside. That way, the other warriors could develop plans and tactics to take them out of battle.


    But he also could not risk losing his information, so he''s tasked the Liesco knights to leave as soon as he retrieves them.


    "We''ll mobilize in 30 minutes," Samael said.


    Portugal nodded. "We''ll start preparations right away," he replied.


    Samael left afterwards when he bumped into Vapad outside.


    "A-ah, sir Samael. Good day," the man said.


    Samael stared at Vapad for a few seconds before he gave a brief nod.


    "Very well, I''ll be on my way now," Vapad said as he went inside the tent.


    Samael went ahead and checked his gear, making sure his potions and armor were in top condition.


    Afterwards, he meditated for a few minutes before rising up and making his way back to the Liesco knights.


    Once inside, he was greeted by the back-and-forth bickering of Seth and Quich.


    "I told you to stop displacing my goddamn sharpeners!" Quich roared.


    "I keep telling you I didn''t touch it!" Seth fired back.


    "You fucking liar!" Quich screamed as she threw a chair at Seth.


    Seth narrowly dodged the projectile. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He spat in disbelief.


    "STOP!" Portugal roared, silencing the two.


    "You''re acting disgraceful! Get your shit together and finish your preparations!" He ordered.


    Quich cussed under her breath as she went back to her table with heavy steps. On the other hand, Seth leaned back as he stared daggers at Quich.


    For knights, they sure are rowdy, he thought.


    "Samael, I didn''t see you there," Portugal said as he combed his hair back.


    "I''m sorry for the mess. But we''re ready to depart now. Just say the word," Portugal said.


    "Now''s the time," Samael said.


    "We can''t waste too much, as we don''t know what lies on the other side of the fog," he added.


    "I understand," Portugal replied before he shot a look at the knights.


    "Knights! Get into position; we''ll depart soon," Portugal said.


    Noticing the visible tension between Quich and Seth, Samael swept his gaze at the tent as he extended his Void compass.


    Afterwards, he swiftly dug under piles of clothes, taking out a few items buried beneath.


    In his hand nestled a brown brick-like item.


    Is this the sharpener? Samael wondered.


    The two remaining items were a dagger and what seemed to be a 3-inch narrow metal pipe.


    A dagger and... What even this is, Samael thought as he rose up.


    Perhaps it was a form of sigil, considering all of the knights had one hanging from their belts.


    Not wasting another second, Samael made his way towards Quitch.


    "I believe you lost this," Samael said as he handed the woman what he found.


    "Yes! You found it!" The woman beamed.


    "How did you even locate it?" she wondered.


    "I just did," Samael said before he went ahead of her.


    Tension before a mission was not optimal. They need focus, and emotions such as anger have no place among them right now.


    As Samael made his way forward, he spoke.


    "I will clarify. Your mission is to bring back the information I get. After that, you''re done. Return back here and send it directly to general Timeus," Samael said.


    "It will be done," Portugal said.


    "Then, let us depart," Samael said.


    ***


    Samael''s footsteps echoed in the air, accompanied by the Liesco knights. Much like before, their formation remained the same.


    They entered the forest roughly an hour ago. They''ve been keeping a consistent pace.


    Their group has already passed the boundary between the average and hostile regions. Now, they''re halfway through. Due to this, tension was high in the air.


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    Everyone remained silent and kept their guards up. They all knew one wrong move was enough to put their mission into shambles.


    Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads, drenching their backs as their faces had long paled.


    Their hands remained on the hilts of their blades as they advanced forward. However, Samael remained calm.


    Currently, it should not take them too long to get to their desired location. It was only a few more kilometers ahead.


    That being said, the signs of Imgrave wolves were more frequent. But worse. There were far more corpses scattered around, indications that the quantity of abominations here was far more prevalent.


    Not only that, the putrid stench of decay was akin to that of a mountain of corpses.


    The scent of blood was also far more potent. Samael could almost see how the wolves bled their prey.


    The landscape was not fair either. It was nigh unrecognizable from its previous appearance. It was as if a war had ravaged this place and left it dead.


    Well, it is left for dead.


    Samael had been constantly rewriting his map. The only thing he''s relied on is his own knowledge. They already had to take multiple detours because he concluded there were far too many wolves ahead.


    It was truly deserving of its title as a hostile zone. But Samael fears it will only get worse from here.


    So far, Samael has already noted down dozens of coordinates for these dens. He already noted the best positions and routes they could take, along with the path these monsters take.


    "We''re not too far off," Samael said.


    The Liesco knights gulped in unison, their grips tightening. Vapad himself was shaking on his knees as he tried his best to keep up. Lest he get mauled to death.


    As they went further and deeper, Samael had to kill a few hybrids along the way. Unlike the pure breeds, these bastards were far too unpredictable.


    Hybrids did not follow normal wolf behavior. They had a no-pact mentality and were more than willing to maul each other once they got hungry.


    Further observation yielded that these beasts had the lower half of humans, albeit more hairy and grotesque. Their upper half was similar to wolves melded with humans, except their "claws" were elongated bones protruding off their fingers.


    They were monsters to the last inch.


    Observing the ones they fought, Samael has noted that they were far more aggressive than normal imgrave wolves but dumber. But their lack of intelligence was made up for by their unique bodies, allowing them to wield weapons the wolves couldn''t.


    The wolves, on the other hand, isolated these creatures. They didn''t even seem to see these beasts as their own, as they allocated a different den for them.


    Samael found a few and made sure to note them down, specifically warning to never approach or even come close.


    As the seconds passed by, Samael finally halted his steps, startling the men behind him as they frantically gazed around.


    "Is something wrong?" Portugal asked, his voice hushed.


    "We''ve arrived," Samael answered.


    The Liesco knights narrowed their gazes, unsheathing their blades as they clustered up.


    "I''ll be back. Keep yourself hidden. As long as the potion I gave you does not wear off, you''ll be okay," Samael said before he chanted.


    "Abyss walk."


    As Samael''s aura darkened, he gave a forceful kick to the ground, flying up with speed not even the Liesco knights could see.


    As Samael closed off the distance, the more dense the fog of decay became. If it weren''t for his absurd vigor, he would''ve been infected with rot long ago. He even had to cover the knights with his own Astral veil.


    Using his Void compass, Samael was able to pinpoint the location of large structures just a few hundred meters ahead.


    These buildings were far larger than the ones he was used to. They towered taller than the decaying trunks and were larger by ten folds.


    Samael could also sense odd contraptions ahead of him.


    Traps. Advanced ones. They''re fairly well hidden deep in the earth, in a perfect spot, and covered well by the fog, Samael thought.


    Samael slowly backed away in the shadows, noting down every detail he deemed necessary.


    After updating his map and notes, Samael went a little closer, just enough to feel the presence of a horde of Imgrave wolves.


    However, he could definitely tell there was more than this facade.


    Although barely, Samael could feel multiple presences within the towering structures. While similar to the wolves, there was something about them that made him hesitant.


    But hesitation means defeat.


    Samael slowly slithered his way through the traps, avoiding them without much trouble due to his Void compass.


    Unfortunately, he was unable to trigger them, as that could reveal his position.


    As Samael inched closer, the more he felt the armies of wolves residing within the den.


    Eventually, he reached the entrance of the den, a massive hole with a long metal pathway that took on the appearance of a crystal.


    However, the pathway was swarming with abominations circling the den. Luckily, he was skilled in stealth.


    Samael blended with the shadows, hastily passing through the wolves as he traveled in their blind spots.


    Slowly, he made his way towards the large entrance. As he stepped foot inside the den, Samael finally felt the abnormally strong aura of multiple wolves. They were located deeper in the base and were far less in number.


    Samael''s figure turned to a blur as he breezed through the long corridors.


    The den was composed of multiple tunnel systems and was completely made of metal. Not only that, but there was no light source whatsoever. The density of the fog was also at an all-time high.


    However, Samael''s mood continued to darken as he noticed something.


    The base was not alone.


    The den was linked to multiple other bases. If his Void compass was true, then there was another lair in the middle.


    Samael could feel a suffocating aura in that place. So much so that his Void compass was warning him not to venture any deeper.


    But Samael remained steadfast.


    Samael kept his pace, passing through multiple rooms and dead ends. He sharpened his senses, trailing the aura of the peculiar wolves.


    As the seconds burned away, Samael soon found himself in a unique hallway, one covered in a dark, pulsing substance.


    Upon careful observation, Samael could see a faint smoke emanating from those substances. Not only that, but they wrap all around the walls.


    Is this the source of the fog? Samael wondered.


    Samael slowly walked towards the room ahead, crouching down as he took a peek.


    There were multiple imgrave wolves twice the size of the normal ones. Their fur was slightly golden, and they had four eyes littering their faces.


    Their aura was also far superior. Samael estimated they were probably a rank or so higher than the normal ones.


    What are these? They were never mentioned in the invasion reports, Samael thought.


    Perhaps they were new breeds? Or were they simply hidden until the right moment? Samael did not know.


    Samael''s gaze slowly swept the place, his eyes quivering. The wolves lay in a defensive formation, almost as though...


    Are they protecting that? Samael wondered.


    In the middle of the room was some form of monument with a solid black ball in the middle. In its surroundings were root-like substances similar to those he saw earlier, stemming from the ball itself.


    That''s the cause of the fog? Samael thought.


    As much as Samael wanted to investigate further, he chose to retreat. He did not know what these wolves were capable of. He could not risk jeopardizing his mission.


    Without another glance, Samael swiftly made his way out, making sure to draw all the corridors he passed through.


    Within minutes, Samael managed to make it out of the camp, tracing his way back to Portugal and the rest.


    Sensing movements in the fog, the Liesco knights rose to their feet, brandishing their weapons as they glared at the darkness.


    However, they were able to exhale in relief as Samael walked out of the fog.


    "Here, take this and go," Samael said without any explanation, handing over a notebook.


    Unfortunately, it was not that easy.


    GROWL...


    Multiple red eyes formed from the dense fog, slowly forming the shape of a wolf.


    Samael couldn''t help but cuss under his breath¡ª a wolf lunged at him, its maw wide open.


    Samael swiftly weaved to the side, dodging the beast and delivering a cleave with speed, cutting the beast in two.


    As the corpse of the wolf plummeted down, dozens more came hauling from the fog, swarming the Liesco knights and Samael.


    Not backing down, Samael faced the attacking abominations head-on. He grabbed one of the beasts by the jaw, stopping it from closing as he forcefully tore it open.


    Using the dead body of the imgrave wolf, Samael threw the beast to its approaching kin, the sounds of their bones pulverizing left trails of echoes in the air.


    On the other hand, the Liesco knights grunts rumbled on as they swung their blades without stop.


    Blood and sweat marred their faces as they struggled to keep up with the waves of enemies.


    Vapad, on the other hand, casts one ability after the other.


    Seeing this, three wolves charged at him, two of which rammed themselves at the Liesco knights, breaking their rank while the remaining one dragged Vapad away.


    "ARGHH!!!" Vapad screamed as he vanished in the fog.


    "Fuck!" Samael muttered as he shot a glance at the knights.


    Seeing the conditions of Portugal''s men, Samael flew towards them as he spoke. "Don''t move,"


    "Abyss spikes."


    A plethora of Onyx black spikes burst from the ground, impaling the wolves high up in the air.


    "I''ll go after Vapad!" Samael said.


    "Go! We''ll handle the rest!" Portugal replied.


    Without wasting another word, Samael bolted in the direction of the priests.

 Ch56-Rescue.

    A black figure zoomed past the decaying tree, leaving the forest in no time. Without an ounce of hesitation, Samael kept his pursuit through the traps, nimbly avoiding them.


    Samael''s hair whipped back as the harsh wind rammed towards his face, the thick fog of decay parting as he went through.


    Samael''s feet had long morphed black as he used Void augmentation, further boosting his speed.


    Unfortunately, speed alone was not enough.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as dozens of silhouettes converged in his path, baring their fangs against him.


    "Void Augmentation."


    On cue, Crimson Raven warped, becoming fiercer and stronger as it drank Samael''s essence like fine wine.


    As Crimson Raven finished its transformation, a burst of red miasma shot out of its butt spike, devouring the area within seconds.


    The wolves, unsure, inhaled the miasma. Stepping back as they shook their heads, their vision swirled as their surroundings appeared bathed in red.


    Slowly, their furs rose up, their hearts slowly being engulfed in...


    Fear...


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    Seeing the notification, Samael barreled forward, breaking through the unstable ranks of the imgrave wolves.


    With their shaken wills, the wolves fell one by one to Samael''s axe, their blood painting the decaying ground red as their howls of pain left trails of echoes in the air.


    Samael''s axe weaved back and forth, each slash sending heads flying high in the heavens, raining down in numbers.


    Desperate, the remaining wolves lunged at Samael. However, Samael effortlessly dodged their attacks.


    Stepping to the side, the abominations attack missed. Seizing his opportunity, Samael countered with a swift slash, decapitating the beast.


    As another wolf jumped at Samael, his figure exploded into a flock of ravens, circling the wolf and pecking it before an axe flashed out of the horde, splitting the abomination in two.


    Unfazed, Samael''s figure formed from the ravens, stepping out without an ounce of fear in his eyes.


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    Samael zoomed forward, his axe tearing through the wolves, taking down five in one fell swoop.


    Seeing this, the last remaining abominations scurried off, seeking refuge. But Samael was not forgiving.


    The wolves kept running¡ªCrimson Raven blew a hole through one of them before the weapon circled back and returned to Samael''s grasp.


    The last few wolves hastened their pace even more, but Samael was far too fast.


    Samael''s figure turned to a blur as he appeared before the abominations, grabbing one by the neck and twisting it with one hand.


    The last wolf backed away slowly, cowering down in fear as Samael overshadowed it.


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    Dropping the corpse of the beast, Samael flew forward, sending chunks of dirt back as he breezed through the fog.


    Within minutes, Samael noticed Vapad''s traces becoming more clear.


    I''m close, Samael thought, his heart beating faster by the second as he noticed his path.


    Did they drag Vapad near the middle grounds?! Samael wondered.


    Should I just leave him? Samael thought.


    To begin with, Samael had no relation to the priest. He was also his main suspect.


    Samael shook his head.


    If Vapad really was a traitor, Samael will need to know what he knows. For that to happen, the priest must survive.


    Clenching his teeth, Samael burst forward, zooming past the metal halls.


    The fog was as dense as an ocean at this point. Samael had to actively use his astral veil to protect himself from the immense rot caused by the fog.


    Samael wanted to halt his steps, thinking maybe Vapad was already dead considering the extreme rot, but no.


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    This was a lure. Vapad would surely still be alive.


    As Samael closed off the distance, the more he felt the overbearing presence of whatever lay in the middle of the room. At this point, Samael''s Void compass had already started blaring its alarms.


    However, contrary to his expectations, Samael found himself not in the middle of the lair but rather somewhere near it.


    It was an extremely vast room with towering pillars at the side. It almost looked like a Coliseum.


    Samael''s gaze widened as he saw Vapad on the other side of the room, leaning towards a wall, his arm nearly torn off his body.


    He''ll bleed to death! Samael thought as he stepped forward¡ª Samael shot a glance up as a shadow fell down the middle of the room, stirring the dust.


    GROWL...


    "What the fuck?" Samael muttered as he saw a wolf three times the size of the ones he saw guarding the decay spheres.


    The wolf had black silver fur flowing with the wind; its fangs were large enough to tear ballistas like paper, and its six crimson eyes bore a hole through Samael.


    However, the wolf held a smirk as it walked in a circle, looking at Samael as though he was a tasty delicacy.


    Damn it! Vapad can''t take much longer! Samael thought as he tightened his grip.


    Slowly, Samael lowered his stance, grasping the ground before him as he watched the wolf move.


    As deafening silence engulfed the room. Tension kept his heart beating wildly. Without another word, Samael blasted forward, sending a gust of wind back as he shattered the ground.


    However, Samael''s face fell as the wolf easily dodged the attack as it delivered a fiery slash. Unfortunately, it struck nothing as Samael turned to a flock of ravens.


    But the wolf was not done yet as its slash sent a black substance forward, tearing through the ravens, leaving Samael no choice but to reform.


    As he landed, Samael muttered.


    "Abyss spikes."


    A plethora of onyx-black spikes burst from the ground, coursing towards the abomination.


    However, the wolf released a loud howl. On cue, the strands of fur on its body stiffened before ejecting forward, countering the sea of spikes with spikes.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed down as he casted.


    "Void fire."


    A rain of black bullets struck the wolf, causing a multitude of small explosions and stirring up the dust.


    But, as the debris settled, Samael''s visage fell grim.


    The giant wolf walked out of the crater with no wounds, a layer of metal slowly retracting away.


    Samael lowered his stance, preparing for another assault¡ª The wolf''s figure blurred as a sharp jolt of pain struck Samael, followed by his body striking layers of metal in a loud explosion.


    Samael''s ears rang as his Void compass shouted in distress. But he could not move as the wolf''s jaw had impaled its canine fangs to his shoulder, penetrating his sturdy skin and muscles as though they were paper.


    The wolf increased its strength, sending a massive wave of pain throughout Samael.


    "ARGHHHHH!!!" Samael wailed as he grabbed the lip of the beast, struggling to keep it from closing as his blood pooled below him.


    The wolf released a laugh of mockery as it closed its jaw even more.


    "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Samael roared, his face morphing in pain.


    The wolf''s gaze turned to Samael, its crimson eyes turning crescent in pleasure¡ª A burst of light engulfed the room in its glory, opting for the beast to stumble back as it released a howl of pain.


    Samael, injured and confused, shifted his gaze at the priest, where Vapad''s hand remained hanging in the air, his pale face looking at the abomination.


    Biting his lip, a feeble wave of clarity brought Samael back to his feet as he recalled Crimson Raven.


    The weapon, now hammered, had returned to Samael.


    Seizing the chance, Samael gathered his strength as he flew forward, driving his axe at the leg of the beast as he spoke.


    "Ingrid."


    The wolf''s leg bloated like a balloon, forcing the beast to fall down as it watched its leg double in size before...


    BOOM!


    AWOOOOOO!!!


    The giant wolf howled in torture as its leg exploded in a mist of blood and flesh, raining down and staining its surrounding ground and walls red.


    Samael narrowly avoided a stumble as he felt his reserves plummet, forcing him to use his saved-up essence in his Void charge.


    As the gigantic wolf turned in agony, Samael dashed across the room, snatching Vapad and fleeing.


    As the wind whipped Samael''s face, he gritted his teeth. Ignoring the agonizing pain in his arm.


    His bones were shattered, and his arm was barely hanging on. What made it worse was that he had reinforced skin and bones! He was able to tank explosions and survive yet a single bite was enough to nearly end him.


    Unfortunately, it did not end there. Samael was starting to feel lightheaded due to his essence burning up like paper. Using Ingrid once was enough to nearly blow a hole through his ethos, and now he''s forced to run on his reserves. His Void Mark was of no help either, considering the severe consumption he''s doing.


    If it weren''t for Vapad''s attack earlier, Samael was certain his arm would''ve been torn to shreds by that wolf or worse...


    Shifting his gaze to the priest, Samael cussed. Vapad was pale¡ªtoo pale. His breathing was also becoming shallower by the second.


    He''s not going to make it! Samael thought as he focused his regeneration on his arm.


    As they continued down the path, a loud roar coursed through the hall, sending shockwaves before them.


    ROAARRRRRRR!!!


    He''s pissed! Samael thought.


    Burning through his strength, Samael flashed forward, shattering the ground as he crossed hundreds of meters with haste.


    However, his Void compass soon sensed the large beast gaining on them.


    We''re not going to make it! Samael thought as he cast.


    "Void Palm."


    A large palm composed of Void matter erupted from the ground, slamming against the walls and ceiling, causing it to fall down and block the path behind them.


    Samael felt his vision blur for a moment as he steadied himself before running again.


    Samael closed off the distance within minutes, sometimes having to halt himself as he killed a couple of beasts blocking his way.


    Tired and lightheaded, Samael soon found the exit, blasting through and killing all the wolves blocking it.


    Without another thought, he dove through the forest, using the dead, crooked trunks to his advantage.


    But a more pressing matter lay at hand.


    Samael was nearing his limits. His injury had worsened and was progressively rotting due to his inability to sustain his regeneration.


    The pain was blurring his mind. He does not know where to go or where he is.


    However, in the midst of his confusion, Vapad spoke.


    "South, near the ruined citadels..."


    Deciding to trust the man, Samael strode forward, dragging himself with his full efforts as his body shook nonstop.


    Samael swiftly took out bottles of red vials from his dragon horde remnant, chugging them down like water to slow down the decay. But he left a few, forcing them down the priest''s throat to stop his bleeding.


    Slowly, seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. What felt like an eternity was but a mere brief moment passing by. But he remained steadfast.


    The agonizing pain had ceased Samael''s thinking. He did not know what else to do but keep his legs going.


    Everything swirled around him, his breathing was ragged and he could not sense what lay ahead of him.


    As the fog eased up, Samael stumbled down, stirring the dust as he landed face first on the dirt.


    Everything felt muffled. He was exhausted. His limbs refused to move.


    Samael couldn''t help but wonder.


    Is this it?


    As Samael''s vision blurred and his body freeze up, he could only grit his teeth in frustration.


    Then the dark took him.

 Ch57-Revelation.

    Samael''s eyes slowly opened, blinking a couple times as he narrowed his gaze due to the light.


    After some adjustments, Samael''s vision finally cleared, revealing what seemed to be a stone ceiling withered by time.


    What... Samael felt his body, wincing in pain as he felt a sharp sting on his shoulders and countless aches all over him.


    Samael closed his eyes, recalling the events that transpired. The mission, the ambush, Vapad''s capture and the giant wolf that attacked him.


    How did I get here? And where''s Vapad? Samael wondered.


    Gathering his strength, Samael slowly propped himself up, clenching his jaw as he ignored the searing pain on his limbs.


    After a few seconds, Samael finally managed to lean back on the wooden frame of the bed, realising he was laying on a rather old bedframe with nothing but blankets in between him.


    Samael swept his gaze around, absorbing his surroundings.


    He was inside a room, or perhaps a house considering there was what appeared to be a kitchen and a table in the far corner. Judging by the fact that the room was still rather warm, someone was here recently.


    The walls of the house was rather broken. It almost looked similar to the ruins he saw under the Crimson forest. Albeit slightly better.


    Switching his focus towards the table, Samael deducted there was roughly seven people present just a while ago due to the amount of bowls in the wooden desk.


    Samael speared a glance at the window and saw the familiar decaying trees which means he isn''t too deep in the Georgo road.


    Just who lives here? Samael wondered. Even if it wasn''t deep, it was still in the forest. Meaning, there was still the possibility of wolves.


    Nonetheless, Samael''s armor was gone. He was now wearing an old grayish shirt and a long black pants. He could also feel layers of bandages wrapped tightly around him.


    Summoning the Codex, Samael checked his condition and his weapon.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]...[+]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Metamorphosis III


    Condition: Heavily injured, extremely fatigued


    STATS


    STR: 5870


    SPD/AGI: 5667


    CONSTITUTION: 6836


    SPIRIT: 6000


    CHARM: 50


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    As expected Samael thought.


    Crimson Raven on the other hand was steadily recovering. The weapon has been consuming his essence at a moderate pace.


    Still, Samael felt confused at the beast he fought.


    It was not the presence he felt in the core of the den. It was far weaker but he never sensed it until he faced it.


    What was its rank? Samael wondered.


    The abomination was definitely stronger than the guardian wolves near the decay spheres, but not too much that it matched the one in the core of the stronghold.


    Judging by what he felt, Samael was pretty sure that the beast in the middle of the metal walls was surely a saint. But the one he fought? He is not sure.


    It was strong, stronger than him. But it was not invulnerable. Samael managed to harm it and cause some severe damage meaning it''s probably a rank or two higher than him.


    Samael''s fist clenched as it slightly trembled under his grip.


    It has been quite some time since he lost. All this time he''s persisted, surviving each adversaries he faced. But that abomination... It was overwhelming.


    That pure strength and that absurd speed, he who was blessed with great sight had a hard time following the wolf.


    If it weren''t for Vapad''s surprise attack, Samael would surely be... He couldn''t help but grit his teeth.


    Once again, I am reminded of my weakness Samael thought, the flames of ambition welling in his heart once more.


    He had gone too complacent. Thinking he had gained enough strength. But time and time again this happens.


    However, thinking back, Vapad''s action confused Samael even more.


    If Vapad really was a mole, why would the wolves attack him? And why would he go out of his way to help me? Was it not he perfect opportunity to get rid of me? Samael wondered.


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    If Vapad was simply faking his injuries then, it wouldn''t have been that severe. Enough to nearly kill him.


    That being said¡ª where is the priest? When Samael fell unconscious, he still vaguely remembers Vapad''s weight on his back. Yet, there is no sign of him now.


    Did he not make it...? Samael couldn''t help but ask.


    Thump... Thump...


    Samael''s gaze swiftly shifted towards the door, his ears perking up as the footsteps inched closer.


    There were multiple, some weak, one strong.


    Perhaps children and an adult? A family? Samael thought, his working hand slowly reaching at his side, allowing him to summon Crimson Raven if needed.


    As the steps inched closer even more, Samael gently grasped the protruding hilt of his axe.


    As the withered oak door opened slowly, producing a creaking sound, it revealed...


    "Vapad?" Samael asked, his brows perked up.


    "You''re awake!" The priest exclaimed as he hurriedly set aside the bucket he was holding, swiftly making his way towards Samael.


    "You''re alive!" Samael replied back.


    "Ah, well, yes. Albeit, not everything is okay," The man said as he tapped the layers of cloth holding his right arm in place.


    "I see," Samael muttered. Well, the same can be said to him.


    "But all is good! The potion you gave me was enough for me to enable my light purification and rid myself of the decay," The man said.


    Not wasting another breath, Samael went straight to the point.


    "Where are we? I fell unconscious in the forest and I''m pretty sure you can''t bear my weight in such an injured state," Samael said, his brows furrowed.


    "I understand your confusion but rest assured this place is safe," Vapad said.


    "This is a house located in the safer forest regions. As you can see, it has been abandoned for quite some time now," Vapad said, confirming Samael''s suspicions.


    "That doesn''t answer the question of how we got here. I don''t remember there being any house when I fell," Samael said.


    "Well, about that..." Vapad scratched his head as a pair of small hands grasped his shirt.


    "Kids, don''t be scared. Come meet your uncles saviour," Vapad said in a hushed tone as he made way, revealing multiple kids.


    The kids were roughly 4-7 years in age. They wore tattered gray peasant clothes and were a tad bit dirty. Not only that, but they had skinny frames but bright burning gazes.


    Samael''s brows furrowed even more.


    "Did they bring us here?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Vapad answered.


    "Somehow, they located us in time and dragged us back with pure efforts. If it weren''t for them, we might have just faced a harsher fate," The priest said.


    "You see, the reason I was out in the woods the last time was because of them," Vapad said.


    "These kids have been living here for some time now. I found them when we landed in this camp. They were alone and severely malnourished," Vapad said.


    Samael''s gaze fell down, shifting to the kids as an image of him flashed in his pupils.


    They''re like me Samael thought.


    "I believe their parents died when the invasion occured and having nowhere else to go, they stayed here. The only place they can call home," Vapad narrated.


    "I couldn''t just leave them be. My conscience would kill me!" The man said, his face contorting at the mere thought of leaving the kids in a forest possibly swarming with abominations.


    "They refused to leave no matter how much I forced them. They would go as far as starve themselves if it means they''ll stay," Vapad said.


    Samael fell silent for a few moments as he spoke.


    "Why didn''t you consult the camp?" Samael asked.


    "How could I? I''m an outsider. Not to mention, the camp is already running low on numbers. I can''t possibly ask them to keep an eye on a few civilians," Vapad said as a bitter smile made its way to his face.


    "So the food you bought..." Samael said.


    "Yes, they were for them," Vapad said as he tussled the hair of the kid next to him.


    Samael''s grip tightened, his eyes narrowed down as confusion clouded him.


    Vapad was not the traitor. Everything made sense now. His odd behaviour, the reason he kept leaving at night and the bags of resources he dragged with him.


    It all made sense now.


    He was a fool.


    He kept jumping on conclusions. Making up his mind based on meager evidence he possessed.


    No.


    He was simply too blinded by his rage and prejudice. So much that it interfered with his judgement.


    He almost detained an innocent man!


    A cracking sound reverberated in the air as Samael''s hand tightened even more.


    Vapad flinched as he stepped back, dragging the kids behind him. However, one of the kids broke through, sprinting towards Samael as she held him by the hand, attempting to drag his hand away.


    "No! Don''t break our bed!" The kid screamed as she struggled to even dent Samael''s hand.


    Soon, the other kids managed to evade Vapad''s grasp as they rushed Samael, hitting him and pushing his hand away.


    This broke Samael out of his stupor as he blinked a couple times. Shifting his gaze at the kids, Samael let go of the bedframe. Causing the kids to stumble back.


    Vapad swiftly made his way over, pulling the kids away as he profusely apologized.


    "I''m so Sorry sir Samael! I swear they''re not usually like this!" The man said.


    "What are you all doing! Stop at once!" Vapad reprimanded.


    However, the kids eyes teared up as they heard Vapad''s angry voice.


    "No, it''s okay. Don''t scold them," Samael intervened, luring everyone''s attention to him.


    "I was at fault for nearly destroying their bed. Allow me to repay this mistake," Samael said as he took out bags of meat out of his Dragon horde remnant, shocking the kids and the priest.


    "This... We can''t possibly accept this!" Vapad said, yet his gaze kept locked at the meat and clean water.


    "Take it or I''ll burn it," Samael said as he attempted to take the bags.


    Seeing this, Vapad lunged at the rations, grabbing it tight to his chest.


    "Well, it would be a waste to do that," He murmured.


    "Come kids, we''ll feast today!" Vapad said.


    The kids erupted in cheers, completely forgetting what just happened.


    However, one of the kids, the first to run up to Samael, went close.


    "I''m sorry for slapping you... I didn''t mean it," She apologized in a low tone, her voice nearly amounting to a whisper as she fiddled with her fingers.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he reached out, ruffling the brown hair of the kid.


    "What''s your name?" He asked.


    "Eva," The kid replied.


    "Eva. I''m sorry too for nearly breaking your bed," Samael apologized.


    The kid looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.


    "It''s okay! Uncle Vapad said forgiving someone is the virtue of a great person! And Eva wants to become a great person," She replied.


    "You''re getting there," Samael said as he chuckled.


    "Eva! Come on out and help your brothers prepare the meat!" Vapad called.


    Eva flinched as she bowed at Samael.


    "I will go now mister," She said.


    Samael replied with a nod as he watched the little girl run outside.


    Now that he was alone, it was time to address the real issue.


    Who is the mole?

 CH58-More problems

    As a few days passed uneventfully, Samael found himself questioning what he knew even more. Spiraling into confusion as he pried deeper.


    After confirming Vapad''s innocence, he was left with no one to blame. He did not know or have any hints as to who could possibly be the culprit.


    Samael massaged the bridge of his nose as he released a sharp breath. A bloody headache pestering his head.


    The situation of the Georgo road was uplifted a little when they arrived. But their progress was soon slowed down again.


    Samael was pretty sure it was because of the mole. Otherwise, how could the enemy know their move?


    But he could not afford to jump to conclusions anymore. This time, he''ll remain calm. He has already failed once, he cannot fail again.


    That being said, Samael must first confirm the Liesco Knights situation. Hopefully, they managed to get out safely and return with the information at hand.


    But he must do so without informing anyone. Samael was fairly certain the mole would get even more cautious if he knew Samael was still alive.


    This time, he must move in the shadows.


    ***


    As nightfall arrived, Samael found himself sitting on a wooden desk with Vapad and the kids. In front of them was the meat stew the priest had cooked. Its mouth watering aroma filling the room.


    The kids were rowdy, chatting away and filling the candlelit room with their innocence as Vapad sat down.


    "Shall we pray?" The priest said as he took the kids hands.


    However, Samael shook his head in refusal.


    "Why don''t you pray, mister?" Eva asked.


    Samael remained silent for a few seconds as he stared at the candle flame.


    "...I suppose I do not like the feeling of leaving my faith in something I''ve never personally seen or felt," Samael answered in a hushed tone.


    After their prayers, the kids began to eat with vigor. Clawing through the food and leaving not a single drop.


    Samael did the same, but he left a little bit for the kids to share.


    "Ah, please finish your food, sir Samael. The kids are plenty full," Vapad said as he scratched his head.


    "No, it''s okay. Let the kids have their fill," Samael replied.


    "Well, if that is the case, kids, what do you say to Mr. Samael?" Vapad asked.


    "Thank you, mister!" The kids said in unison as they dived into the remaining stew.


    Seeing this, Samael excused himself as he rose up and made his way outside. There he sat on a wooden log resting on the ground, watching the stars glitter in the night sky.


    His mind was burdened. So was his heart. The innocence of the kids reminded Samael of her sweet smile. Oh, how he longed to see her again. To forget all his troubles just like before.


    Samael silently grasped the ruby-red necklace dangling on his neck, caressing its smooth surface as the glimmer of the stars in the starry night sky shone in his pupils.


    The beautiful gems in the sky reminded him of their promise. It gave Samael solace in such trying times.


    Gathering his resolve, Samael shifted his focus to his arm.


    My regeneration is going well. Fortunately, Vapad had purification; otherwise, I might have just lost my arm, Samael thought.


    If all goes well, he should be able to use his arm soon, albeit not to its full extent. But a damaged arm is better than not having one.


    I must return Samael thought.


    To fix what needs fixing, he must go back.


    "Mister?" A voice called to Samael, luring his attention back.


    Eva slowly approached Samael, a cup lying in her hand.


    "Uncle Vapad said to give this to you," Eva said.


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    "Thank you," Samael said as he took the steaming cup.


    "Why are you sad?" Eva asked.


    "I''m not sad," Samael denied.


    "But your eyes looked sad," the girl insisted.


    Samael''s eyes shifted towards the beautiful moon as he answered. "I''m not sad. I''m just remembering a promise."


    "What promise?" The kid asked as she came closer.


    Seeing this, Samael tapped the log beside him, making the girl sit down.


    "A promise bound by blood¡ªone I can never break," Samael replied.


    "Like a pinky promise?" Eva wondered.


    "Yes, like a pinky promise..."


    ***


    As a few more days passed, Samael was able to finally move his arm. However, he could not swing it or apply too much force, as he could feel a sharp pain emanating from it.


    But he is now able to grab things with just the right amount of strength.


    "I have never been more glad to hold something," Samael uttered to himself as he grasped Crimson Raven''s hilt.


    "Are you leaving soon, sir?" Vapad asked behind Samael.


    Samael shot a look over his shoulder.


    "Yes, I have to," he answered.


    "I figured that much. Being with you for a few days, I realised you''re not one to idle around," Vapad said as he walked closer.


    "Here, this was made by the kids," Vapad said as he opened his palm, revealing a straw doll decorated with all sorts of ornaments.


    "As you can figure, they gave what little possessions they have in making this," Vapad said.


    Samael gently took the doll, examining it with care.


    "Give the kids my thanks," Samael said as he tucked it in his pocket.


    "I will," Vapad said before he left.


    It was still dark outside. The morning has yet to come. Samael chose to depart at this hour to not burden anyone.


    He knows the kids have grown rather attached to him. This was for the best.


    That being said, Samael also left tonnes of rations for Vapad and the kids. With that much food and water, they should be able to eat plenty for the next month or so.


    As Samael finished his preparations, he took a final look at the worn-down house before he dove into the dark forest ahead.


    Samael''s footsteps echoed in the forest as he bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. After staying there for a week or so, Samael has managed to pinpoint the location of the house.


    As he suspected, it was not too deep. It was in the middle of the safer regions. Not only that, but Samael used the road Vapad often used. If he kept to his pace, he should arrive before the light of day even touched the horizon.


    Samael traversed the forest in silence, with only his thoughts keeping him company. Sensing there were no threats, he had no need to keep his senses sharp.


    As he closed the distance feet by feet, Samael enjoyed the wind brushing his face along with its whispers in his ears.


    Soon, seconds passed by like the breeze coming and going. Eventually turning to minutes as Samael halted his steps.


    I am back, Samael thought.


    Samael inhaled deeply before he casted.


    "Abyss walk."


    As his aura darkened, he set off. Stealthily blending with the shadows of the night as he passed by the guards keeping the gates safe,.


    He slithered his way through as he found himself before his tent. It was untouched, just like he remembered.


    Entering inside, Samael noticed two letters sitting beside his bed. Judging by the dust accumulating on its surface, it was probably a few days old.


    He carefully picked the two up, examining the envelopes with keen observation.


    From Ajax and from Ashley Samael read.


    Without making as much noise, Samael pried open the envelopes, revealing the contents.


    Samael''s gaze weaved back and forth, his brows furrowing as he saw the words written in them.


    Both contained bad news.


    The first letter from Ajax said that the officials were starting to get worried and impatient.


    This was mostly because of Ajax''s presence, giving them the idea that they could finally clear the road. But another factor was that the wolves have started advancing further.


    Ajax says it might not be long before an all-out attack occurs, seeing how the knights are organising the largest attack group he''s seen ever since they arrived.


    But there were no mentions of the intelligence he gathered.


    Did they not receive it? What happened? Samael wondered.


    On the second note that came from Ashley, another bad news lay.


    Apparently, Yuin had gone on a scouting mission deeper down the Georgia road. However, it has been a few weeks since his last update.


    There have been no signs of him whatsoever, so they sent a tracker for him.


    Could that be the man I encountered back in front of my tent? He said he had an important mission he could not reveal even to me, Samael thought.


    Unfortunately, even that tracker had gone silent just a few days ago. Ashley fears something worse is at play.


    Samael massaged his temple in exasperation. He was merely gone for a week, and this much had already happened.


    But there was no point in dwelling on it. He knows his first move.


    Samael silently left his tent with the notes in his pockets as he made his way to tent 46. Without knocking, he made his way in, revealing the sleeping knights.


    Without uttering a word, he tapped Portugal a couple times, waking the man up from his slumber.


    "Wh... Huh... What''s going on...?" He groggily muttered in confusion as he opened his eyes, albeit slightly.


    "It''s me, Samael," Samael replied.


    "Sama, who?" Portugal asked as he brushed his eyes, clearing them out before he took another glance.


    Then his face paled.


    "Samael!" He shouted, waking up the other knights.


    Samael swiftly covered his mouth.


    "Shh! Don''t attract the guards!" He silenced the man.


    Portugal nodded a couple of times.


    "I thought you were dead!" Portugal said.


    "I survived. But I don''t have much time," Samael said.


    As the other knights woke up, Samael did the same, as their reaction was no different from that of their captain.


    "What do you mean you don''t have time?" Portugal said.


    "Where are the informations I gathered?" Samael asked.


    "It... It was left behind. When you left, another wave struck us blind. Some of us are still injured from it," Portugal said.


    "We fled as fast as we could, and in the chaos, we left the intelligence back there," he said.


    A heavy sigh escaped Samael''s lips. It cannot be helped. They had to save themselves first before getting the information.


    That intel could still be there, Samael hoped.


    But it was an opportunity.


    Yuin''s last update was near that place. They could also sweep the place for him and hit two birds with one stone.


    "Everyone listen," Samael called.


    The Liesco knights gathered in a circle as they shifted their focus to Samael.


    "I''ll give you till morning to prepare. Afterwards, I''ll meet you at the forest near the camp. We''ll delve deep and retrieve that information. Once I get it, you leave and return it back," Samael said.


    The Liesco knights nodded in unison.


    "I''ll take my leave now," Samael said as he vanished in the dark.


    Hopefully, this time things will go their way.

 CH59-Truth set to light.

    Multiple footsteps echoed in the fog-filled forest as the Liesco knights followed after Samael.


    The sun was nearing its peak as they closed the distance little by little. This did not go unnoticed by the knights.


    They knew it. Samael was injured. He was weak right now.


    They don''t know what caused him to be like this, but it is the truth.


    Slowly, the squad exited the average regions, entering the hostile zones with fear dwelling in their hearts.


    Their hands nestled in their blades, ready to draw whenever. But Samael''s condition made it all the worse for them.


    If the only person capable of taking down a dozen wolves with ease was this injured, then what''s stopping those abominations from tearing them apart?


    But Samael''s mind was somewhere else. A question lingered in his mind. Why did Yuin go this deep?


    Yuin was a new scout. He was by no means permitted to delve this deep. Not to mention, Samael did not receive any letters regarding this venture. Yuin simply decided to take it into his own hands.


    What did Yuin see for him to risk everything? Was he still there? Or worse...?


    Samael lightly shook his head.


    The headquarters already sent an experienced tracker to find him; Samael just has to follow the tracker''s steps.


    But he would be lying if he said he did not feel worried. If an experienced tracker suddenly went MIA, then there is something wrong.


    No matter how much he denies it, there really is something amiss. He could only hope it''s not what he thinks it is.


    Samael halted his steps as he spoke. "Take a break first."


    Afterwards, he approached a tree nearby, caressing its bark, marred with dried-up paint.


    This paint... Samael muttered.


    It was body paint. The one he gave the scouts as part of their gear.


    Yuin passed by here, Samael thought as he speared a glance ahead.


    So he did delve deeper. He concluded.


    Just why would you do this? He couldn''t help but wonder.


    Just what compelled you to do this? Samael thought as he crouched down. His fingers hovered inches above the dirt.


    It is faint, but there are marks here. Footsteps, Samael thought. Judging how faint it was, it had probably been weeks since it was carved in the dirt. Luckily, rain was not a thing in this forest.


    "Let''s move," Samael said.


    The Liesco knights rose to their feet, dusting themselves, before following Samael.


    On a side note, while Samael did reveal his existence, he did not for Vapad.


    He had a suspicion that whoever was the mole made sure to use Vapad as a scapegoat. And it nearly worked.


    They would surely get rid of the priest, seeing he was last seen with Samael, and possibly put the charges on him.


    As the atmosphere turned warmer by the second, Samael''s group had begun to leave the hostile regions.


    Tension was at an all-time high considering what happened before. Who was to say it wouldn''t happen again?


    On the other hand, Samael noticed the tracks were more visible. But it was not heading in the direction of the large fortresses.


    "You guys retrieve the information first. I will deal with something," Samael said.


    The knights paled after hearing his words.


    "What do you mean? Would it not be safer to stick together?" Portugal reasoned.


    "No, just keep low. The potions you took are enough to hide your presence," Samael said.


    Hesitant, the liesco knights nodded before leaving with haste. Their blades now fully drawn.


    With that, Samael trailed the marks on the ground. It led north-west.


    As he continued on his path, he soon found odd structures scattered at random spots. Not only that, but bones. Human bones.


    Are these siege weapons? He wondered as he examined a wooden structure ravaged to the ground.


    It had what seemed to be mounted bows with unused spare arrows that were half his size.


    Am I nearing a base? Samael wondered.


    Without wasting more time, he swiftly went back on track. Which led him to a fortress. Or at least whatever''s left of it.


    It was more like ruins now. Just standing pillars surrounded by hammered stone walls with fallen ballistas on the ground.


    Not to mention all the weapons lying around. Some are probably buried under the earth by now.


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    What is this place? Why did Yuin go here? He thought as he took out the older maps of Georgo Road.


    "If I am here, then I should be..." Samael muttered as his finger traced his steps.


    "Here!" He said as he looked at the name of the fortress.


    The old main headquarters of Georgo Road? Samael thought.


    Samael''s confusion worsened. Just why did Yuin go here? What was he looking for in an abandoned fortress?


    It was up to him to find out.


    Samael tucked away the map as he proceeded forward. Passing through the cobbled stone path leading to the base. It was drenched in dried blood, along with the dozens of empty armors scattered about.


    It seems they made their final stand here, Samael concluded.


    As he crossed the giant gate, he saw more carnage inside. Some of the dead warriors were impaled in metal, with parts of their armor scorched black.


    This decay... Samael thought.


    He only saw something like this when he fought the giant wolf. But even so, it was not this strong. Not strong enough to melt mithril.


    Samael went closer as he took the badge from the corpse.


    So he was the first general of the Georgo Road, Samael thought.


    Tucking the sigil away, he followed as Yuin went. Passing by a shattered corridor leading to a room.


    At first glance, it was simply the room of the fallen commander, but Samael saw more.


    Yuin, he''s gotten smarter, Samael thought as he approached a miniature by the desk, flicking it as a mechanical sound reverberated in the room.


    How did he know it was a secret door? In a room ravaged by wolves, how could a single miniature stand undamaged and unmoved? The dust it accumulated was far too much compared to the rest, meaning it had been in that position for far longer.


    Slowly, the wooden tiles made way, revealing stairs leading down into the darkness. But it was no problem for him.


    Samael followed the footprints on the dust, which led him to a library hidden beneath.


    What is this place? Samael wondered.


    Following Yuin''s footsteps, Samael found himself before records of past student exchanges.


    There were stacks of documents that littered the ground, sprayed at random as though they were thrown.


    Crouching down, Samael picked them one by one, removing the dust from their surfaces as he read the titles.


    Student records Samael read. It was a rather old document, dating around 10 years ago.


    Why delve this deep? He wondered.


    Samael opened the document, reading it thoroughly. Slowly, his brows furrowed.


    The documents were as follows:.


    Records of students in the year [redacted]


    Exchange students from the Ministry of Light.


    -Portugal Cain.


    -Miya Gudskon.


    -Seth Blight...


    ....


    Samael''s grasp tightened as confusion clouded his mind.


    What is this?! He thought.


    As he read deeper, the more his confusion grew. It detailed their exchange, the year, the date, and even their affinities.


    They came from the church...? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself.


    Why were they not in the records? Samael wondered.


    The information given to him was clean. The knights appeared as normal warriors for the empire. But this document? It changes everything!


    Sniff...


    Samael''s nose twitched as a familiar scent reached his nostrils. That pungent stench of iron and rot.


    Samael speared a glance ahead, in the shadows, where a nearly decomposed body leaned on a wall, a pool of dried blood under it.


    Samael slowly rose up, inching towards the corpse as he saw those familiar daggers laying on its side.


    As he stood before the dead remains, Samael could only stare blankly for some time.


    He did not know what to make of the situation.


    Yuin was dead.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael searched the man''s body when his hand felt something cold touch his skin.


    Untangling the dusty clothes, he revealed a small metal pipe stained with Yuin''s blood.


    This... Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Isn''t this¡ª


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    Samael''s eyes flew wide open as his Void compass bellowed in his head, warning him of an impending danger.


    Samael swiftly whipped out Crimson Raven as he casted.


    "Void Aegis."


    Void matter burst from his hands, solidifying and forming a pitch-black shield.


    On cue, a tremendous force struck the shield square, knocking Samael back and causing a series of explosions.


    As the dust settled, Samael''s grunts echoed as he struggled to rise up, his hand visibly shaking from the impact of the attack.


    Narrowing his gaze, Samael saw multiple silhouettes and a towering wolf form in the setting smoke.


    "You...!" Samael uttered in disbelief, his eyes wide open as he watched the silhouettes approach him.


    "Yes, it was me all along, Samael." A man adorned in silver armor spoke.


    "Portugal..." Samael muttered, his tone grim and heavy.


    "You see, we would have let things slide if you just accepted that the information was gone. But you''re really persistent," Portugal said as he leisurely made his way to Samael.


    As he stood before him, Portugal snatched the piece of metal pipe in his hand, raising it as he examined it.


    "If you never found this, things would have never ended this way," Portugal said.


    "Fuck you!" Samael roared when a force struck him in the jaw, forcing his face to recoil as a searing pain touched his lip.


    "You see, this is why I was always careful around you. You just never give up! You just never know when you''ve been defeated!" Portugal said as he rose up, dusting himself as he spoke to the other Liesco knights.


    As Portugal stood behind his men, Seth approached Samael, a smile plastered on his face as he hopped about.


    "Hey there, you brat," Seth spoke as the surface of his blade hovered centimeters from Samael''s face.


    "You know, you were this close," he said as he pinched his fingers. "This close, and yet you failed," he resumed.


    "Hey, wanna hear something?" Seth asked in mockery.


    "Why do you think we survived this long with barely any scratch on a battlefield where men of higher caliber die on a daily basis?" he asked.


    "Seth! Enough with the babbling and do what we came here for!" Portugal commanded in a cold tone.


    "Why do you think we knew how to navigate back and forth in this damned forest with barely any visibility?" Seth continued as he slowly dragged his blade to the side. But Samael''s thick skin protected him with ease.


    Seeing this, Seth gritted his teeth as he applied tremendous force, leaving a gash in Samael''s face.


    In its midst, Samael remained focused on Seth''s face, his gaze steel cold as he watched the man.


    "You see, you focused too much on the priest. You stupi¡ª"


    SPAT!


    Seth recoiled back as he aggressively wiped the blood off his face.


    "You motherfucker!" He roared in pure rage as he shot a glare at Samael.


    However, he was frozen in place, as he saw no fear in Samael''s face.


    "Yes, it was foolish of me to let my emotions take control of me." Samael spoke, luring everyone''s attention.


    "But you know what else is foolish?" he asked as he raised his head, a plethora of panels morphing in his face.


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    Before everyone''s eyes, a black gash in space formed, dragging Samael into it.


    "No!" Portugal roared as he dashed forward.


    "Fuck!" Seth screamed as he scrambled to reach Samael.


    Before the dark engulfed Samael, he raised his middle finger and spoke.


    "You all talk too much."

 CH60-Barren land.

    Samael felt the world toss and turn. It was as though he was thrown into a rotating room as he drowned endlessly.


    He felt breathless, unsure, and scattered. Where was he? What was happening? Where was he headed?


    Everything felt shattered, fractured, and broken. There was no pain, no time, and no reality. Perhaps he was just confused.


    Then Samael felt himself fall.


    Samael''s eyes flew open as his arm shot forward, greeting the ground with a reckoning explosion that sent chunks of earth flying in the air.


    Feeling the ache in his arm, Samael knew it was over.


    It seemed to have worked, he thought, his eyes drooping as he felt fatigue pester his body. Consuming him without mercy.


    His legs felt soft, his hands had no grip, and his consciousness was dim. His breathing was shallow, and he just wanted to rest. To let all his worry go in the embrace of sleep.


    Gritting his teeth, Samael''s grunt reverberated as he struggled to raise himself up, his limbs shaking in agony as a sharp pain assaulted him.


    After the grueling seconds passed and the dust settled, Samael saw the scenery before him, and his breath halted.


    There he sat in a barren field, expanding far and wide. In the distance were towering structures with dark clouds hovering above.


    The streaks of lightning left incandescent gashes in the sky, alongside the rumbling of thunder whispering in the distance.


    The earth was crimson brown, as though blood had long drenched it and painted it in its colors.


    The skies were dark, and the smell of the air was stale and dry. The wind was cold, accompanied by unyielding silence.


    It was simply... Abandoned.


    Just where am I¡ª?


    BLERGH!


    Samael grasped the brittle earth as blood spewed out of his lips, trailing down the ground and pooling before him, showing his ragged reflection and staining his hands red.


    A sharp pang of pain wreaked havoc in his body, further dulling his senses as he watched his reflection.


    This... Samael thought as he assessed his body.


    It seems he was far more affected by his previous clash. It had turned his insides into a mess and nearly left his reserves dry.


    Just how was he supposed to survive in this damned place in such conditions? Was it even possible?


    Samael closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw, his hand grasping his ruby-red necklace as he gathered his resolve.


    Now is not the time to falter, he thought as he sharply inhaled.


    He did not know the difference between his world and this place. He also had no idea what dangers lurked in the depths of this place or what horrors awaited him.


    But that just made Samael''s will to survive all the stronger. Coupled with the rage he felt from the betrayal and his frustration, he knew for a fact that he would get out of here.


    I will live and leave this place alive, and when I do...


    "I''ll disintegrate their bodies to the ground."


    ***


    "YOU IMBECILE!" Portugal roared in pure rage as his fist struck down Seth, slamming his face down the ground.


    Portugal grabbed the man by the collar, dragging him up as he gave him a heavy strike in his abdomen, forcing him back down in a coughing frenzy.


    "YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE AS I SAID!" Portugal bellowed as he slammed his boot straight in Seth''s face, sending him barreling back against the wall.


    "Now look what you''ve done!" Portugal said, his face contorted in rage as he sent another kick through Seth''s stomach.


    Seth screamed in agony as he lay in a fetal position, not daring to even look at Portugal''s destructive stupor.


    He knew he messed up. Now he was paying the price. He was lucky that Portugal did not have the authority to execute him on the spot.


    "ARGHHH!" Portugal roared as he punched the wall, marring its surface with cracks as he paced back towards Seth.


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    "You better pray he doesn''t come back alive. Because if he does, damned be the rules, and I''ll feed you to the wolves myself," Portugal threatened in a hushed tone.


    "Get up, you fucking disgrace," he said as he rose up, storming out of the building with heavy steps.


    The other Leisco knights remained silent for the duration of Portugal''s wrath. They simply watched from the sidelines as Seth got the beating of his life.


    Once their leader had left, the other Liesco knights approached Portugal, staring at him with contempt in their eyes. After all, he nearly got everyone involved.


    "You should''ve killed him when you had the chance," Mia said.


    "This is all your fault," David chimed in.


    "Dumbass," Quich added as he spat on Seth''s face.


    After that, they all left the room, leaving Seth to himself.


    The man couldn''t help but grind his teeth as he felt his anger boil.


    How dare they put him in such a pitiful state? They weren''t so different from him. They were all lapdogs of the Ministry.


    Seth''s nails dug on the floor, producing a horrid screeching sound as he dragged it repeatedly, staining it red.


    Back outside, Portugal held a blue crystal with engravings on its surface. It glew for a moment before haze surrounded him and a figure took shape in its thinning smoke.


    Portugal kneeled down as he greeted the person with reverence and utmost respect.


    "Greetings, master," he said.


    "...Why have you called me?" The man asked, his voice old and raspy.


    Portugal opened his mouth, yet no sounds came out as he measured his next words carefully.


    "I... I have come to report bad news," Portugal said.


    A dreadful pressure befell him, nearly forcing him to splatter down the ground.


    "You called me to report bad news?" The man asked as he inched towards the Liesco Knights leader.


    "Have you gone mad?" he resumed as he towered before Portugal.


    "M¡ªmercy master...!" Portugal struggled to utter.


    The intense pressure swiftly vanished into thin air, as though it were not there mere moments ago.


    Portugal hungered for air, yet he refrained from doing so as he quickly kneeled up, his forehead touching the ground.


    Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, some drenching his back as he awaited his master''s response.


    "Speak." The man commanded with authority.


    Portugal raised his head as he spoke. "Master¡ª"


    "Who said you could raise your head?" The man said.


    Portugal flinched as he slammed his head back down, a searing pain caressing his forehead.


    "Now, speak and don''t waste my time," the man said.


    "One of my squad members has committed a grave sin," Portugal said without another thought.


    The man remained motionless as he spoke. "Elaborate."


    "He allowed Samael, the grim hound, to escape to an unknown portal," Portugal said.


    Another wave of intense pressure nearly crippled Portugal as the man before him spoke, his tone heavy and distorted.


    "You allowed him to escape...?" the man asked.


    Portugal closed his eyes as he awaited his verdict, his mind silently cursing Seth, who caused all this mess.


    However, the pressure soon retracted as the man spoke.


    "You mentioned a portal. What did it look like?" The man asked.


    Portugal''s brows rose, but he answered with the utmost diligence.


    "The portal looked like the scenery before me had shattered into pieces of glass, then Samael was no more," Portugal explained in great detail.


    "Shattered glass...? Then he has undergone that," the man mentioned.


    "Master, do you mean...?" Portugal asked.


    "Yes, he has undergone a trial," the man confirmed.


    "You are lucky this time, disciple," the man said.


    "Trials are no easy challenges. Seeing how he was forced to use it to escape, he must have been cornered and injured. Now you can only pray he dies there. Or our plan might just be foiled," the man said.


    "Punish your men, disciple. Should this happen again, I will show no more mercy," he warned before his figure crumbled into smoke, leaving nothing behind.


    Portugal released a deep breath as he rose up, dusting himself before he tucked away the blue crystal.


    They were lucky that Samael had gone to a trial. If not, then Seth wouldn''t be the only one in trouble.


    Unfortunately, they cannot do anything at the moment. Samael''s outcome was up to fate. On the other hand, they did not have to worry about covering up his disappearance, considering he never really revealed he was alive to anyone.


    They just had to keep silent. Properly this time.


    However, Portugal did have another problem at hand.


    The saint.


    Ajax''s presence was an unprecedented event. He managed to nearly screw up their plans, so they had to relocate near Stellaris to better gather information.


    But it seems that man has influenced the minds of the higher-ups and is now making them believe an all-out attack will change the course of the invasion.


    "Fools they are," Portugal said.


    The moment they prepared their armies, they''d fallen for their traps. Without Samael''s information, they were lambs in a slaughter.


    Sure, Ajax may survive for a while, but the creature residing in the center of that fortress was an existence that could match the saint. Paired with the overwhelming numbers of wolves and hybrids, even Ajax won''t stand a chance.


    All was starting to mend. They just need to be patient. Waiting is their virtue, after all.


    ***


    Back on the trial grounds.


    Samael found himself limping his way forward as he left footprints on the reddish earth.


    Upon checking the codex, Samael saw no information regarding the place or his mission there. All he knew was that time here was far slower in comparison to his real world.


    Perhaps that''s what makes trials so difficult. The unknown.


    But the unknown was his friend.


    Right now, his main mission is to find shelter and stabilize his condition. There was no way he would survive an encounter with an abomination with a shattered arm and internal bleeding.


    If it weren''t for his evolution [Organ Augmentation] and [Flow], he might just be dead by now.


    Without much essence left, Samael could only use what little remains to temporarily stop the bleeding.


    Now, survival was a must.


    As Samael carried on, the more he felt the cold caress his skin. Not only that, but the sky was dimming as the seconds waged on.


    It was only a matter of time until nightfall befell these cursed lands.


    Steeling his resolve and steadfastly braving the pain, Samael urged on. Closing the distance little by little without stopping.


    Eventually, he found himself in a hole hidden under layers of shattered pillars frozen in time.


    Judging by the amount of dust and earth gathering on its surface, Samael was fairly sure it had been years since anyone had set foot here.


    Just where am I? He couldn''t help but wonder.


    The place was too barren. There were no signs of plant life, and he has yet to witness any animals roaming about.


    There was only dead earth and ruins scattered around. Some resembled towns, while others were structures such as bridges.


    What caused the collapse of these places?


    There was also that tower in the distance. It was large and tall, reaching over the clouds where lightning and storms gathered.


    There were no signs that the storm was subsiding at all. It had not weakened even once and remained strong and fiery.


    What lies in that tower?


    Whatever it was, Samael felt a faint call to him. A connection, you may say. As though something of importance he lost long ago was yearning for him. Luring him.


    Samael tried to ignore it, but the more he did, the stronger it became.


    Because of that, Samael believes his objective was that tower. But it was far. Too far.


    How will he make it that far in such a state? Will he even survive? What would he eat? Drink? Was there any shelter he could use?


    Samael was full of uncertainty.


    But he will do what he must.

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    As the cold night went on its freezing parade, Samael found himself huddled in a tight corner in his hole.


    It was no ordinary "cold." It was freezing. He has not experienced such temperatures even during his torture as a child.


    Samael had to use the small bits of Essence he has saved up to coat himself in a thin veil just to protect himself from getting frostbite.


    This is ridiculous! He thought as he shivered.


    In order not to freeze to death, he had to portion his spending of essence, meaning his regeneration is slowed.


    Samael could only grit his teeth and bear with the cold for now. Consoling himself that things will get better.


    Each second felt like an eternity to him. It was torture. But eventually, the absurd cold started to subside, and a faint glow shot through the corners of his hole.


    Is it morning already...? Samael wondered, his eyes drooping down. He barely got any sleep from last night''s insane weather.


    He wanted to close his eyes and drift to sleep, but he knew he couldn''t waste precious sunlight. As much as possible, he wanted to close the distance between him and the tower.


    Gathering his strength, Samael reluctantly left his corner. As he rose up, his bones cracked simultaneously from all the hours of inactivity.


    Samael stretched his body a few times, loosening up the knots of muscle that had nearly stuck in place.


    Before he left, he sneakily snuck a peek outside, making sure nothing was waiting for him in the ambush.


    Noticing the same scenery as before, he stealthily crawled out, where he was greeted by the blaring sun.


    However, Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Its this early in the morning yet its already this hot Samael thought, a sense of caution and dread welling in his heart.


    If the night is that cold, is the morning no different? He wondered, a single bead of sweat trailing down his forehead.


    Samael shook his head. Right now, he must move. Staying in one place in such unfamiliar terrain was not a trait he liked.


    Without a further ado, Samael strode forward, leaving trails on the crimson earth as he speared a glance forward.


    The distance to travel was vast. It will take him weeks, if not months, to travel. It worries him. Will everything be lost once he returns? Will all his efforts be in vain?


    A soft sigh escaped his lips.


    The path ahead was rough. But Samael knew he must be brave. After all, this was not something uncommon. To be alone and lost.


    That being said, he has yet to encounter any living creature. He has been feeding on his rations and is fairly sure they will run out soon.


    When that happens, what then? What will he consume, and what will he drink?


    Samael''s mind was filled with reluctance as he kept moving forward.


    The land was truly barren. There were only the whispers of the wind in his ears and the dust stirring with it.


    He has seen a few more ruined houses. Their architecture was different from his.


    As the seconds passed by, Samael found himself resting in a destroyed house. Portions of its roof still stood, and he took advantage of this situation.


    The heat had begun to sink into him. It was scorching hot outside, and this forced him to drink more water, further emptying his rations.


    However, if he cannot move in the morning and at night, when will he go?


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he rose up from his seat, determination burning in his eyes.


    I don''t think I have a choice. Either I adapt or I die, he thought.


    Slowly, he extended his hand forward, allowing the blistering heat to caress his skin.


    Samael couldn''t help but hiss as he retracted his hand. It was truly torturous, but he can do it.


    No.


    He must do it.


    Samael sharply inhaled as he stepped foot outside, leaving his humble abode as he faced the might of the sun.


    Samael clenched his jaw as he walked forward, each step as agonizing as the first.


    Sweat streamed down his face, akin to a waterfall, hindering his vision and his sanity. But he carried on.


    His skin roared in torture, and his breathing had become ragged. But Samael endured.


    Unknowingly, he clasped his necklace as he fell to the earth, beads of sweat falling before him and drenching the dry ground.


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    Samael''s hand drew lines on the ground as he shakily rose up and charged forward.


    How much longer will he face this heat?


    Samael gulped as he felt his mouth crack, yet he could not even feel his own saliva.


    Unfortunately, it was too much.


    Samael''s vision swirled as he fell down, stirring the dust as he lay there motionless, unable to even muster another bit of strength.


    His consciousness dimmed, and his reasoning blurred. He wanted to go to sleep and allow the heat to consume him.


    NO! Samael thought as he bit his lip, the familiar taste of iron quenching his thirst.


    Little by little, Samael dragged himself forward, leaving disturbed marks in the earth as he kept moving.


    He moved and moved and moved.


    Never once did he stop.


    Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. Each passing moment did not go unnoticed by Samael.


    He kept counting, screaming loudly in his head as a way to keep himself awake.


    Samael did not know where he was headed, as he did not have the power to even raise his head. He just kept going. Closing the distance as much as he could.


    When the blistering hit subsided, he knew for a fact that night was soon to come. Samael felt himself loosen under the cold breeze, soothing his boiling blood and burning body.


    But he did not give in to temptation.


    Samael''s grunts left trails of echoes as he pushed himself up, allowing the cold wind to ease him and give him strength.


    But he knew not to be fooled by its facade. He already experienced the freezing night it brings. Another form of torture no better than the first.


    Samael kept himself going a little bit further, but when the night had officially come and the cold assaulted him once more, he had to seek shelter and eat for the first time today.


    He could not even enjoy his food or the rest he got. The cold had numbed his seared skin, and every little move made him shiver uncontrollably.


    The food he ate was tasteless. It was akin to eating dirt that had gone cold. His mouth was as dry as the morning sun, and even water could not satisfy his thirst.


    But Samael ate regardless. He flushed everything down his throat, uncaring for the taste or texture.


    Afterwards, he leaned back with a heavy sigh as his eyes closed themselves. Slowly, the dark cradled him once more.


    Samael''s sleep did not last for long. He soon awoke to the extreme cold seeping deep into his flesh.


    His hair had frozen in place, and his every breath formed a mist. His lungs felt cold, and a thin layer of ice had settled on his clothes.


    It was, yet again, unbearable.


    How long did I sleep...? He wondered.


    Judging by the position of the moon in the sky, Samael deduced that he had slept for roughly three hours.


    It''s not much, but I managed to gain some strength, he thought as he opened his cold hands.


    Will he have to endure this every day?


    With a sigh, Samael rose up, walking outside of his temporary shelter as he speared a glance at the skies above.


    There were three moons.


    They lay in the night sky, shining and giving light to this desolate world. It was truly a breathtaking sight.


    Their ethereal light served as the only thing keeping the shadows at bay. What an irony it was.


    Samael closed his eyes as he allowed the freezing winds to embrace him, when his ears flinched.


    Rustle...


    Samael slowly opened his eyes as he shot a look over his shoulder.


    There stood a creature with four legs and two pincer arms. Its body was dyed crimson and adorned with a hard shell with spikes protruding outward.


    It had six eyes, all watching him. It was motionless, with only its fangs weaving back and forth.


    Samael stood there for a while, observing the creature without a hint of fear. Just... Tired and done.


    Little by little, the abomination approached Samael. Green liquid trickled off its fangs, trailing down the ground as it steamed.


    With a sigh, Samael brandished Crimson Raven, its sharp, cracked edge reflecting the moonlight in the sky.


    Samael shot a glance at the moon for the last time before the abomination lunged forward, its pincers bursting forward.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael dove down, narrowly avoiding the attack. However, he staggered as a wave of pain hammered his body, dulling his senses greatly.


    Samael had to step back as the beast prepared for another attack.


    Does it think I am weak? He wondered.


    Well, it was not wrong. He was barely hanging on. It must be the reason why the creature was not going for the kill.


    It was playing with him. Toying with him.


    The abomination clawed forward again, but Samael deflected it sideways, nearly stumbling down.


    However, he felt something.


    An emotion.


    One he was familiar with.


    Samael''s body shook uncontrollably as he watched the abomination launch another attack, its trajectory heading straight for his face.


    He knows this emotion well.


    It was a mixture of...


    Frustration.


    Anger.


    Sorrow.


    And...


    An unyielding hunger for


    Revenge...


    Samael swiftly slipped by the attack of the creature, ignoring all the sharp aches in his body screaming at him to stop.


    Seizing the opportunity, he jumped on top of the creature, his arms tightly wrapping around its body as he squeezed.


    Samael steadfastly took the blows of agonizing torture as the beast shook back and forth, attempting to throw him off.


    It screamed nonstop, releasing venom all over the place, but to no avail.


    Samael applied pressure with what little strength he had. Fueled by his rage, he found determination in its embrace.


    "ARGHHH!!!" Samael roared as he gave one final squeeze.


    A warm liquid trickled down his arm, trailing down his fingers and unto the ground as the abomination fell limp.


    Then the familiar light of the codex greeted him.


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    Samael struggled to rise up as he stared at the dead carcass of the Kuru, an idea brewing in his mind.


    Without further ado, Samael dragged its corpse towards his camp as he butchered it to pieces using Crimson Raven.


    The weapon hummed in delight as it fed on the blood of the beast, savoring every sip and droplet.


    Once he''s done, Samael stored the remaining meat in his dragon horde remnant.


    The skin and shell of the beast was used to make a cloak. It was simple and not extravagant by any means, but it was honest work.


    Without another thought, he wore it over his body, providing himself with a tad bit of heat in such trying times.


    The smell was awful, but it was not enough to faze him.


    He will make it through this challenge. He will survive, thrive, and be better.


    They expect him to die here. To perish where no one sees. But he will prove them wrong.


    Like he always does, he will live.


    The ministry, the Liesco knights, and the imgrave wolves... They will get what they fucking deserve.


    All the people they killed, the cultures they destroyed, and the futures they stole will not go unpunished.


    He will adapt.


    Samael rose up as he exited the ruined house, tanking the cold with a steady heart as he strode forward. Each step he took was stronger than the last.


    Once he adapts, he will let them face his wrath. He will show them that he is not to be toyed with.


    I kept thinking things will get better... Hah, what a fucking joke Samael thought.


    Things will remain the same. It was time to accept that and make a change.


    But until then, he must answer the call to him.

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    "Sir! The wolves are breaking Jacob''s squad formation!" A man roared, his face drenched in blood and sweat.


    Upon hearing his words, a black figure flashed by, followed by multiple explosions that rocked the earth.


    From the dust, Ajax''s silhouette came to light, his steel armour painted crimson as he swung his blade to the side, ridding it of grime and guts.


    However, he did not remain idle for a second longer as shadow tendrils burst from his back, impaling dozens of imgrave wolves within seconds and launching them at the approaching hybrids.


    Screams, roars, and war cries echoed in the clearing as both men and beasts fought with teeth and swords.


    Dozens of wolves have been felled by Ajax''s blades, piling up and forming small mountains as their blood watered the ground.


    However, their side was not faring well either. The wolves have been constantly assaulting them. The abominations hid in the crevices of the misty forest, using the darkness to their advantage as they launched attacks wave by wave.


    Many squad formations have already been broken, leaving casualties left and right. Some were sliced by the razor-sharp claws of the wolves; others were dragged to the depths.


    Ajax had to compensate as he ran back and forth, dealing with the unpredictable attack patterns of the abominations.


    However, even he finds it difficult, as the wolves used their numbers to confuse him.


    But he must try nonetheless.


    "HOLD YOUR GROUND!" A burly man roared as he slammed his shield down, sending a shockwave that threw multiple wolves back.


    Seizing the opportunity, Ajax blitzed forward, delivering a series of slashes and cutting the beasts into multiple pieces.


    On the other side of the field, Merlin, Ajax''s shadow, cast multiple attack spells, causing havoc and destruction in its wake.


    The shadow remained calm as it stayed in the middle of the group, safe from danger. Meanwhile, Igram remained in the front, fending off the approaching wolves with his black great sword.


    As noon came about, the war of attrition finally came to an end as the wolves slowly retreated.


    Ajax stood in the midst of the carnage, his whole body drenched in blood.


    The surviving warriors could not help but slump down as their bodies were filled with wounds.


    There was no celebration, for their losses were too many. Ajax also knew that the wolves were doing it on purpose.


    They would ambush their squad, slowing them down significantly, purposely avoiding him, and attacking the other members.


    They would utilise their numbers to keep him busy as they burned through them like fire.


    Once they''ve caused significant damage, they will leave and attack later should Ajax''s squad continue their advance.


    Unfortunately, it does not end well.


    Wounded and tired, the men cannot take another ambush. The last time Ajax tried to go deeper, his squad was nearly wiped out.


    By now, he was certain the mole knew his every move. But as for how? He does not know.


    Another problem was Samael''s disappearance.


    Ajax denies Samael''s death like it was the plague. He was insistent that the boy was alive because something like that would never take him down.


    The lack of details also made Ajax suspicious.


    But with Samael''s disappearance, their source of information was halted. Sure, they got occasional reports from the other scouts Samael trained, but even they were starting to drop in numbers.


    Ajax was sure of it. Someone was killing their scouts. That is why he was so reluctant and against the higher-ups plan to launch an all-out siege on ground zero. It was simply suicidal.


    But they did not listen.


    Ajax has seen significant movements within Stellaris. They were preparing a vast army and weaponry enough to take down a sanctuary.


    But Ajax knows their plan will fail. The enemy was luring them into a trap, and they are walking straight at it.


    But he could not do anything. His job was to maintain the assault forces advance; if he were to leave, they would all die.


    He was the only thing keeping the warriors alive.


    "Just where are you, Samael?" Ajax muttered.


    ***


    Under the scorching heat of the sun, a figure traversed the dry barren lands.


    Samael kept moving, whether it was day or night. enduring the heat and the cold.


    From his stay here, Samael has deduced that the time here was the same as back in his original world.


    12 hours in the morning and 12 hours at night. There were also monsters scattered at random. However, their numbers were few, but they made up for that through their ranks.


    It seems the beasts here were of higher caliber. This made it all the more dangerous for Samael.


    But he did not buckle. He kept his pace, enduring all the harsh torture this world threw at him.


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    Samael could feel it; his body was starting to adapt. Perhaps one day he could walk these plains without a problem.


    Samael speared a glance ahead, and his brows furrowed. In front of him was what seemed to be a wall to a city.


    But it was severely withered and destroyed. Cracks marred its surface, and its ballistas have long fallen and perished. It was desolate, devoid of any survivors, just like everywhere else.


    Samael slowly made his way through its ruined gates, carefully observing the designs of the walls. Doing so, he couldn''t help but wonder.


    Is this what will become of Ergo if we fall under the fangs of the abominations? He wondered.


    As he passed by the fallen city''s gates, he found himself in a desolate town. The houses were neatly arranged along a stone pathway.


    While it was destroyed and ravaged, Samael could still recognize the intricate designs of these ruins.


    What happened here? He wondered.


    Where are the people? Samael thought when he stepped on something.


    Looking down, he saw white powder stain his shoes.


    Bones, He thought as he smelled its scent.


    Samael''s mood fell grim as he connected the dots.


    Without wasting more time, he proceeded forward, passing by multiple ruined buildings without casting another glance.


    However, his attention was soon lured to the corpse sitting beside the road, leaning at one of the broken houses.


    The skeleton wore a lavish grey garb decorated with blue gems. In its hand were a notebook and a sword shattered in two.


    Samael approached the corpse, crouching down as he took the old notebook off its hands.


    He delicately opened it, reading the letters and symbols in its pages, but to no avail. He could not understand a single thing as the language was different.


    Samael was about to drop the notebook when the codex warped before him.


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    "Can you read it?" Samael asked, his voice low and raspy.


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    Passage 143 of the year XX


    The abominations have bypassed the gates. It is only a matter of time until they make it to the town square. I must flee! But where? There is no escape. They will always find you. There is nowhere to hide! Why has it come to this?! What did we do to deserve this?! A thousand years of culture are gone! Families and friends were killed under the fangs of these monsters! If anyone is reading this, please! Avenge us! I¡ª


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    Samael fell silent for a long while, his eyes staring blankly at the shattered collarbone and ribs of the corpse before him.


    Judging by its wounds, it seemed to have been slashed downwards, as the cut was too clean to be caused by blunt force.


    Samael tucked away the notebook as he paid his final respects. Afterwards, he continued on his path.


    However, he was soon halted by abominations blocking the exit.


    Samael carefully hid his presence as he checked his reserves. He was still rather low, as he was rationing it to regenerate his wounds.


    The internal damage was yet to be healed, and his arm was of no use either. His axe was still damaged, but it seems he can use at least one ability.


    I''ll have to take them down without causing too much fuss, Samael thought as he slowly inched closer.


    A few feet from the two beasts, Samael finally saw their grotesque appearances.


    One of the creatures appeared to be humanoid. It was a woman with an extremely long neck and no facial features except for a mouth.


    The other beast was a four-legged abomination that looked like a bull except its horns were extremely warped and its teeth were overlapping.


    The two were engaged in combat, and it seems they have sustained some damage.


    That will make things easier, Samael thought as he brandished Crimson Raven.


    He had one chance. If he fails, he will die.


    Not yet, Samael thought as he watched the two beasts approach each other with malevolent intent.


    A few metres from each other, the two jumped at the same time, charging head-on with utter ferocity.


    However, the long-neck abomination swiftly weaved to the side, dodging the charge attack of the bull.


    Seizing the chance, it used its neck to tangle over the other beast, binding it down as it bit it multiple times, tearing its skin and flesh.


    NOW! Samael thought as he dashed forward, gritting his teeth as he endured the sharp aches and extreme heat.


    Samael landed in front of the two, positioning himself in the middle as he swung and casted.


    "Void Cleave."


    An onyx-black wave burst forward, taking the two by surprise.


    The bull tried to dodge to the side, the same as the woman, but her neck forbade her from doing so.


    The two could only watch as the Void wave cut through them, separating them into two pieces as their corpses fell limp.


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    Samael breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the two.


    However, he refrained from butchering the screecher, as it looked too human for him. Once he finished his business, he proceeded to leave the city.


    But he could not help but notice the increasing destruction of the land.


    As Samael went on, the more he saw the changes in the terrain. There were now far more holes and craters scattered at random, and everything was more desolate.


    Not only that, but it seems that the appearances of the abominations were also increasing as he delved deeper.


    If his hunch was right, then things were not looking too good for him.


    These creatures were of the same rank as him. To deal with hordes of them would be too much.


    Another thing he noticed was that the call was becoming stronger. It was really familiar, which confused Samael even more.


    It was as though he had felt such a thing before. When he asked the Codex, it did not give an answer as he lacked authority.


    Soon, the scorching heat of the sun was no more as the freezing cold winds of the night nearly swept Samael off his feet.


    He has been walking for hours without stopping, so he decided to halt and rest beside a ruined house and use the time to read the journal.


    Samael found out the events that took place in this place.


    It seems this world was named Yura. There were three major continents, and life was thriving... until the monsters attacked from the north.


    It took the people of Yura by surprise. Within the span of a few months, the first major continent fell.


    Millions died, and millions more fled to other continents, seeking help.


    Upon receiving the news of these attacks, the other two prepared for the worst. They built a giant wall they named Tistana. They were confident that this wall would protect them.


    But they were wrong.


    Just weeks after the wall was founded, a giant winged abomination tore it apart.


    This winged creature devoured hundreds and left everything in its path destroyed.


    Thus, it marked the end of the second continent.


    The last one was prepared to stand its ground. They fought valiantly, defeating hordes of these beasts, but there was no end to them.


    They came one after the other, slowly overwhelming their forces, and soon they too fell.


    The last testimonies said that this beast settled at the tower of Leo. A place where the strongest warriors gathered to launch one final attack.


    There was no further news after that.


    With a sigh, Samael closed off the notebook as he speared a glance at the tower of Leo on the horizon.


    So this winged beast settled at that place? He thought.


    It seems things are getting worse as the days go on.


    "But so be it. If it stands in my way, I''ll tear it to pieces," Samael said as the flames of determination burned in his pupils.


    He was not going to run away.


    He will do what he does best.


    Kill.

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    "How are the plans going?" A man behind a sea of mist spoke.


    "All is going according to plan, master," Portugal replied.


    "Are the traps set in place now?" The man asked.


    "Yes, master. We only need to wait for the soldiers to fall themselves," Portugal responded.


    "Good. I expect all will be smooth?" he asked.


    "As you wish, master," Portugal replied as the sea of mist vanished without a trace, fading in the wind.


    The Liesco knights have been busy at work, setting everything in motion. The ambushes, the traps, and the absurd coordination of the wolves.


    However, that is not where their real plan lies.


    It will be soon; Tera will fall, and so will the remaining sanctuaries. It was just a matter of time.


    ***


    Erubin drew his blade back, staining himself in the blood of the imgrave wolves as his chest rose up and down.


    "Erubin! Come here!" A woman called, luring his attention.


    Erubin wiped the blood off his sword before he approached the woman.


    "What is it?" he asked.


    "A message was sent from the main camp," the woman said as she pointed at the crowd, opting for Erubin to inch closer to the commotion.


    Seeing him, the other warriors made way while some spoke about the news.


    "The main camp is recalling all forces from all the scattered camps! I''m telling you something big is going on!" The man said.


    Erubin couldn''t help but agree. The movements back at Stellaris and Tera have been too obvious and noisy these days.


    Word has spread of how they are gathering ballistas and rushing the production of siege machines.


    These were no ordinary weapons for defence; these are weapons for war! Made to pummell ground troops to pieces.


    Now they''re getting news of a strategic retreat.


    Judging by all that is happening, Erubin could faintly see the whole picture. If he is not wrong, then Tera was preparing for an all-out attack. Not just one strike group but a battalion.


    Did they grow too complacent due to Sir Ajax and Mr. Samael''s presence? Erubin wondered.


    Even so, a flame ignited within Erubin''s heart upon realising that the climax of this war was ending soon.


    This was an opportunity¡ªa chance to get his revenge.


    Erubin could still clearly remember the wolf that took everything from him. He will never forget, and he will pay everything a hundredfold.


    Anticipation and excitement brewed in the air as the warriors discussed themselves. Their topic was mostly speculation regarding what all this noise was about.


    Some were sceptical, while many were roaring to go. After all, everyone has heard the tales of the Grim Hound and the Shadow Saint.


    Oddly enough, Erubin''s crew was able to swiftly clear the inner regions with ease, boosting the morale of the warriors through the roof.


    But they did not know about Ajax''s situation. The saint has been warning the camp of the possibility of a trap laid for them, but they did not listen.


    Much like Erubin''s squad, many other soldiers out there were winning one battle after the other.


    They watched as the wolves retreated deep in the forest with their tails behind their backs.


    They were confident; they knew they were winning. Perhaps this war will finally conclude and their lives will go back to normal.


    Back at Stellaris, Ajax made his way through the busy camp. He observed dozens of warriors gathering in formations and practicing drills.


    He also caught a glimpse of the ballistas and siege weapons being patched with steel and iron.


    Crates upon crates of weapons were being delivered every day. Don''t even mention the sudden call for retreat to all the scattered camps around Georgo Road.


    As for the reason he was here, Ajax was summoned by the higher-ups to participate in a meeting. As for the reason? Ajax believes he already knows.


    As he arrived at a large tent decorated in gold, Ajax was greeted by a large rectangular table expanding forward.


    On its surface were maps, models of their troops, and routes. Sitting before the table were nobles of high positions, and among them was General Timeus, who could not even spare a glance at Ajax.


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    However, the shadow saint remained stoic and silent as he sat down, ignoring the greetings of the politicians sitting before him.


    Seeing his silence, they could only clear their throats as they began.


    "Since we are all here now, let us begin the meeting." A fat man spoke as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.


    "General Timeus, if you may," a thin man chimed in.


    General Timeus remained silent for a few seconds before he rose up.


    "Greetings to the esteemed nobles of Tera and to you as well, sir Ajax," Timeus said.


    Upon hearing his tone, the nobles nodded in satisfaction as they drank their wine and ate their snacks.


    However, Ajax simply remained idle, observing each and every person present inside.


    A thought was pestering his mind. One he recently noticed.


    His missions were private, and his squad''s movements were to remain secret. But the enemies kept getting ahead of them.


    This only meant one thing.


    It seems the mole was closer than they thought.


    But who was it?


    Ajax''s gaze swept over the room, sending chills down everyone''s spine.


    Sensing the rising tension, Timeus swiftly spoke.


    "To address the elephant in the room, the supreme council of Tera has decided to launch a siege at ground zero," Timeus said as he went straight to the point.


    As expected, Ajax thought.


    "What my aide will give you are the current status of our preparations and the battle plan," Timeus said as Lucas gave each noble a brown envelope.


    "Oh my, it seems everything is going as planned." A woman seductively spoke as she giggled sensually.


    "Why yes, it is after all our propositions and suggestions that an attack force of such magnitude be set in place," the fat noble spoke.


    Timeus could only sigh as he explained further.


    "To elaborate, the plan is as follows," Timeus said as he moved the models on the table, placing them in certain positions.


    "According to the information given by the Liesco knights, Samael, may he rest in peace, has pin-pointed the location of the objects causing the fog of decay," Timeus said.


    Ajax''s visor tilted upon hearing Timeus''s words. His grip tightening.


    "According to it, there are a total of three locations. They are located north, west, and east. They are quite hidden, so the number of wolves guarding them is lower too," Timeus said.


    "However, that does not mean there won''t be a fight," he followed.


    "The first objective is to send three major assault squads to take out these posts, and once the fog of decay has fallen, then the main battalion will swoop in and attack the head quarters of the beast," Timeus said.


    "If we succeed, then we can swiftly capture this location," Timeus said as he pointed at a clearing in front of the ground zero base.


    "We can set up our siege weapons there and slowly break the enemy base to pieces," Timeus resumed.


    "The leader of the enemy will be handled by Sir Ajax while we swoop in to get rid of the wolves," Timeus said.


    "Brilliant plan, General!" An old noble said.


    "But when will this operation begin?" The woman inquired.


    "The operation will commence at the moment the soldiers finish their preparations. The estimated time is two weeks from now," Timeus said.


    "Very well, I entrust this matter to you, General; do not fail us," the nobles said before they started discussing among themselves.


    Seeing this, Timeus could only sigh as he left. Ajax too followed as he wished to speak with the general.


    "General," Ajax called, halting the man''s step.


    "Yes, sir Ajax?" Timeus spoke.


    "This plan is risky," Ajax said.


    "I know," Timeus replied.


    "Then stop it. We will only lose more, and that will cost us the war," Ajax said.


    "I... I can''t," Timeus said.


    "Why?" Ajax inquired.


    "The nobles have been persistent. I tried to refuse many times, but in the end they only threaten to kick me from my position and replace me with someone they can control," Timeus said, his tone heavy and grim.


    "I cannot entrust my men to some lapdog of the nobles," Timeus said, a hint of rage present in his voice.


    Ajax remained silent, acknowledging the general''s commitment.


    However, if his judgement is final, then he can only prepare for the worst. Until then, he has two weeks to find out who the mole within their rank is.


    If he can source out the traitor, he may get some information from the enemy''s plans.


    He must hasten his pace.


    ***


    Under the scorching heat of the morning sun, Samael traversed the dry, brittle earth with a steady will.


    By now, a few days have already passed since he passed by the ruined city. Samael could feel his body start to adapt to the absurd weather on this planet.


    The heat did not feel as burning hot as it used to, nor did the cold feel as freezing as though he was going to die at any moment.


    However, the frequency of his encounters with monsters is far more obvious now. His hunch was indeed correct.


    The monsters were situated near the tower of Leo, where the winged abomination in the journal was supposedly resting.


    If so, he''ll have to somehow bypass hordes of beasts and fight a creature that ruined an entire civilization. Where was the fairness in that?


    Well, what did he expect?


    Regarding his injuries, Samael''s internal organs have started to mend. He did not feel as much pain when he moved or fought, as long as he did not overexert himself.


    As for his arm, Samael could now use it without much issue as long as he refrains from using his full power.


    His essence was also starting to come back, as he only focused on healing now rather than deploying a veil to fend off the heat or cold.


    That being said, Samael had to rely most on his scouting skills to avoid some abominations, as he was still measuring how much Essence he could use.


    The call was more prominent now. He could almost hear the voice whispering in his ears. Just what is waiting for him there?


    Feeling the ground shake, a sigh escaped Samael''s lips.


    Another one; it''s the tenth time this day! He thought in exasperation as he propelled himself up, dodging the maws of what appeared to be a worm sprouting from the ground.


    Using his momentum, Samael plummeted down with a reckoning slash, cutting the beast in half with the help of Void Cleave.


    Samael wiped off the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he felt his essence deplete more.


    This can''t keep going, he thought as he continued forward.


    He has started to get used to the appearance of these creatures. Fortunately, they were not that strong yet; otherwise, he would be in great trouble.


    But not everything was bad. Their frequent appearances allowed Samael to train his decision making skills as he started to build immunity against their ambushes.


    Judging by the size of the tower, Samael deduced he was still far off. He has a feeling that the real problems are in that direction.


    Until then, he must prepare for the worst. Whatever awaits him is nothing ordinary.


    I must hone my skills, Samael thought. His rage and frustration boiling deep in his heart.


    Every day, he was reminded of the betrayal he felt and how much of a fool he was to fall for such meager traps.


    Now, he was paying the price for his foolishness.


    But he will not give up. He has made a promise, and he intends to keep that promise.


    Once he leaves this place, his judgement will be inevitable. He will bring down his fist and strike down all that wronged him.


    Feeling the pent-up rage, Samael held his necklace tight.


    Not yet, he thought as he felt tremors shake under his soles.


    With a glance ahead, Samael saw multiple abominations charge at him as he unsheathed the crimson raven.


    For now, he must survive.


    "Void augmentation."

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    Samael puffed out a large breath as he pulled out Crimson Raven from the corpse of an abomination resembling that of a fly.


    Looking around him, Samael could only wipe off the blood staining his face as he looked at his mauled forearm.


    Today he woke up in an ambush by a dozen abominations. If it weren''t for his fast reaction, he would have died there.


    Unfortunately, one of the abominations managed to bite his arm, dragging him and throwing him to a nearby collapsed pillar.


    My essence has dropped to about 30% again, Samael thought as he opened and closed his palm.


    It was worrying how often the monsters appear, but an ambush like this has never occurred before. The monsters were also teaming up just to get a piece of him.


    I have to move now, he thought as he fled the scene fast.


    By now, a week and a half has already passed since he was sent here. He has seen drastic changes and improvements over the course of time.


    He has learned to slowly adapt to the weather, and how the monsters appear.


    Ambushes such as this would have placed him on high alert throughout the day, but Samael just did not feel that way.


    He felt, as usual, composed and focused on his goal. Was it confidence?


    No.


    It was simply because of experience.


    Samael had to fight multiple foes before in the forest of his world, but he had ample preparations and strategies in place, which gave him the upper hand.


    But here? Samael was prone to sudden attacks and traps laid by the enemy. He had no information about the place or what kind of abominations could be present in it.


    The odds were all against him, and the fact that he was injured and his life was walking on a thread forced him to adapt and improve at an extraordinary rate.


    After all, his only two choices are.


    Kill or be killed.


    And Samael chose the first.


    His body got so used to fighting in such a disadvantaged state that it barely affects his mentality now.


    Samael has instinctually learned a few movements that he never really did before, such as repositioning himself to gain an advantage over multiple enemies and leveraging his nimbleness to cause havoc between the abominations.


    Every moment he spends in this hell, the more Samael understands himself and the skills he is lacking.


    He always thought that maybe getting used to the pain or being immune to it would drastically help him in combat, but no.


    He learned through observation from the beasts he fought that harnessing the pain and being one with it can allow one to surpass their current strength.


    By now, his injuries have healed to about 35%. He''s able to function, but not enough to overexert himself like he always used to.


    But for now, it was enough to handle the adversaries before him.


    Hope was not a thing here. Samael could not afford to hope. For it would kill him faster than the harsh weather and beasts.


    When was the last time I had a good, long sleep? He wondered. His body could never fall fully into the embrace of rest. It would always be half awake, observing and watching.


    This place... It was changing him.


    Samael chewed with great effort the piece of meat in his mouth. It felt like chewing wood and stones, but with the flavour of blood and dead fish.


    But he''s starting to get used to it. It was not as unbearable as before.


    Taking a glance ahead, the tower was comparably larger in sight now. That being said, Samael could also see what seemed to be another giant wall in the distance.


    This one was larger in comparison to the first city he saw. Way larger. It was comparable to a kingdom or sanctuary back in his world.


    Without further thought, Samael marched forward, slowly making his way towards the ruined kingdom.


    As he kept his face, noon soon came to view, where the sun was at its peak. But surprisingly, Samael did not feel as weakened as before.


    Sure, he still felt the burden of the heat, but not to the extent where he had to deploy a veil.


    That being said, Samael halted his steps when he felt a slight tremor under his sole.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. Is it a sandworm again? He wondered.


    No, it''s too light for something that''s coming underneath, which means... Samael speared a glance forward, where a silhouette slowly came to view.


    It towered over him, roughly 12 feet in height, and was brown in color. It had four arms and what seemed to be a circular apparatus on its face. But what really piqued Samael''s curiosity was that the creature was made of metal.


    Is it... a machine...? Samael thought as he lowered his stance, his hand caressing Crimson Raven''s hilt.


    Slowly, the machine''s head turned to Samael as it glew blue for a moment before blaring crimson.


    I''m guessing that is not a good sign, he thought as he unsheathed Crimson Raven.


    Before Samael, the machine spoke in a loud voice. However, it was all gibberish to him.


    "KIUOLUS TERAT UIO PI!" It spoke in a mechanical tone before two compartments in its traps opened, revealing twelve sockets.


    Not wasting another second, Samael burst forward as Crimson Raven morphed in shape.


    Sensing his advance, the machine fired all twelve sockets, revealing what seemed to be metal shells.


    However, to Samael, they were slow. Using his nimbleness, he effortlessly weaved through the shells as he continued his advance.


    However, his attention was soon divided when a series of loud explosions erupted behind him.


    So they explode, Samael thought.


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    Better keep distance from them He concluded.


    Seeing its attack missed, the machine rose up and swung its arm to the side, unsheathing a pair of blades mounted on its forearm before it burst forth, meeting Samael head-on.


    The machine raised its weapon high in the heavens before bringing it down with reckoning force.


    However, Samael swiftly sidestepped as he slashed up, his axe, Crimson Raven, cleanly passing through the metal sword and bisecting it in two.


    But the machine seemed to not care as it swung its other functioning weapon horizontally.


    Much like earlier, Samael slid down as he tore the weapon in half, its metal surface posing no threat to his Void element and weapon.


    Sensing its two weapons were shattered, the machine opened its chest, revealing a set of tubes.


    With a blaring sound, a surge of flame escaped the tubes and reached Samael, but he was far faster as he spoke.


    "Void Aegis."


    A solidified circular plate of Void matter burst from Samael''s hands, greeting the sea of flames with defiance as it glew purple over time.


    Seeing this, Samael spoke.


    "Eject."


    The Void Aegis shot forward with tremendous force, smashing against the machine in a reckoning boom and knocking it a few metres back, erupting in a large explosion that shook the earth.


    Samael watched as a large mushroom cloud rose high in the air, casting shadows and smoke in its wake.


    However, to his surprise, Samael did not receive any notification from the Codex.


    That''s odd, he thought.


    Is it because it''s a machine? Samael wondered.


    Paying it no mind, Samael continued forward towards the large gates of the kingdom, where he saw multiple fallen ballistas, albeit larger.


    It seems this civilization was far more advanced than ours, yet they fell... Samael thought.


    Did they rely too much on their machines? He wondered.


    Passing through the gates, Samael saw a metal spike barrier flung to the side along with skeletal remains. Or at least what was left of them.


    Inside was as usual: scattered corpses, destroyed houses, and carnage.


    However, the presence of machines was very prominent. It was almost on every road.


    Samael followed the roads until he saw what seemed to be a billboard in the centre of the kingdom.


    Is this... A map? Samael thought as he observed it.


    It is! He thought as he took it to his hands.


    It seems to be the map of the region he was in. Right now, he is located in the kingdom of Repeka.


    Judging by the distance, it seems the tower of Leo is still quite a distance away. Not to mention, there were still a few hurdles before he reached that place.


    That being said, he now knows the fastest route to that tower. After passing through this kingdom, Samael will head to the forest of Liliac, then onwards to the great canyon of Eve, and lastly to the ancient grounds of Uria.


    Samael has been studying their language, so he can understand a few words. Most of the merit goes to the Codex for providing him with resources to learn from.


    So a forest is next, huh? Samael thought. At this point, he was a little too tired of forests. But it is what it is.


    Thinking about it, there should be some form of journal here, right? Samael wondered.


    Shooting a glance forward, Samael saw a castle ahead. The man he took the journal from surely wore quite the extravagant garment, so that means he was either royalty or of noble blood.


    Making up his mind, Samael decided to go to the castle first.


    The castle was situated near the centre of the kingdom; it had metal fences keeping outsiders at bay but was now nothing but a slight obstacle as the continuous harsh weather and abomination interference ravaged it to the ground.


    Following the pathway inside the castle, Samael could faintly imagine the carnage that occurred here, judging by the bloodstains on the wall and the corpses hanging about.


    Samael swiftly went for the rooms with higher chances of containing such records. Specifically, the library and offices used by these people.


    After wandering around, Samael found an office in the long corridor he traversed. It had grand designs and jewellery decorating its walls, along with shredded paintings.


    Samael swept the room fast, checking under the tables, drawers, and even behind the paintings, but found nothing of much significance.


    There were a few letters scattered that did contain some discussion between the user of this room and a person in Leo Tower, though, which piqued Samael''s interest.


    The letter mainly talked about the advances of the monsters and how the man in the tower of Leo insists their objective is to conquer the tower. But it seems that the user of the room he was in simply found it hard to believe such bold claims.


    The rest of the letters were far too withered to make sense of, so Samael threw them away and left.


    Continuing on his journey to find the library, Samael''s ears flinched as scratching noises at the end of the corridor whispered to him.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed as he expanded his Void compass forward, where he sensed an abomination approaching his location with speed.


    Keeping his composure, Samael unsheathed Crimson Raven as he turned off his Void compass to avoid wasting his essence.


    It seems the beast was brave considering the place was pitch dark. But this was no hurdle for Samael.


    As the abominations slowly approached him, he finally saw their grotesque appearance.


    It was a large spider with warped teeth spilling venom. It was agile and able to easily walk through the walls of the hallway.


    Samael remained idle as he watched the beast slowly come closer.


    Not yet... Samael thought.


    The creature inched closer and closer, its mouth spilling more venom as time went on.


    A little bit more... Samael thought.


    As the beast was a few metres from him, Samael crouched down and planted his palm underneath.


    "Abyss spikes."


    A plethora of onyx-black spikes burst from the ground, impaling the creature on the ceiling as it released one last shriek before falling limp.


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    Paying no mind to the dead beast, Samael continued his venture deeper.


    He swept room by room, hallway after hallway, until he found stairs leading downward.


    Judging by the footprints on the dust, no abomination managed to find this place.


    Did they seek refuge down here? Samael wondered.


    The spiral staircase led Samael to a large door bolted shut by something on the other side.


    Fortunately, time has eroded it, allowing Samael to easily tear it apart.


    This... Samael''s gaze swept around him as he spoke. "Found it."


    It was the library.


    While there were some books lying in a mess, everything was mostly intact.


    As Samael went further, he saw the owner of the footprints on the stairs. Or, to be exact, owners.


    One was an adult wearing the same clothes as the corpse he found in the city; it was hugging a child, and judging by the blood stains on her bones, she was most likely wounded.


    Parents watching their kids die before their arms¡ªis this the outcome when the ones fighting in the front fall? Samael thought.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael wandered elsewhere. His efforts soon bore fruit, as he found a desk with a book and quill.


    Surely this is a journal, Samael thought as he dusted it, delicately turning its pages.


    Much like he expected, it was mostly details of a man named Caleb and his last moments here.


    Just like Samael predicted, it seems his daughter died under the wounds of a creature named Aranea.


    Aranea... Isn''t that what I just killed? Samael thought. If so, then he''s already avenged them.


    According to Caleb, the abominations swept towns after towns, toppling their machines and warriors with ease.


    However, Samael noticed another passage.


    "Codex, read this part, please," Samael requested.


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    Passage 32 of the Year XX


    Our machines have failed us. The very weapons we were proud of have betrayed us as they fell one by one under the claws of these monsters. But where else could we rely except on these tins of metal? The ones that truly possessed inhuman abilities gathered at the tower of Leo. Not everyone was blessed to have an element. Not everyone.


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    So their civilization is advanced in technology but lacks people who possess elements, Samael thought.


    That explains how fast their species went extinct and why the abominations barely had trouble conquering them.


    As Samael continued his reading, he soon found another passage that gave him insights about his next location.


    It seems the forest he was to enter next was now infested with Aranea. They have corrupted those woods and made them their home.


    Aranea''s venom was enough to corrode metal like its paper, and their shells make for formidable opponents.


    Luckily, my element allows me to pierce through their carcasses with ease. Otherwise, this whole venture would be for naught, Samael thought.


    In the final pages of the book, it contained Caleb''s single regret. It was his inability to protect the most precious thing to him. His daughter, and how he wished that if there really was another life, she would be his family again.


    Closing the book, Samael made his way to the two, where he paid his final respect.


    "May the light guide you," Samael whispered before he left.


    As he stood at the door of the library, Samael shot one final look and went on.

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    "RUN! KEEP RUNNING!" Erubin roared as rain splattered in his face, blurring his vision and soaking him wet. Yet he remained fast on his feet as he breezed by the forest.


    Screams thundered in the air and all around him, blocking out the droplets of rain hitting the ground.


    Bright flames cast shadows in the trees along with the dark smoke swirling in the air, mending with the stench of iron in the wind.


    Erubin felt confused; he did not know where to go or what was happening. They just kept running and running.


    As Erubin sprinted, he kept looking back and forth, searching ferociously without stopping.


    However, his search bore no fruit as explosions rocked the earth, forcing him to crouch down.


    "MOVE!" A warrior bellowed at Erubin as he dragged him forward.


    Amidst the rain of fire and water, Erubin saw knights, watchers, and soldiers alike face the waves of wolves hurling their way.


    However, they stood no chance as the abominations tore through their defenses, mauling them to death as their flesh teared from their bones.


    Some were dragged into the darkness, their screams of pleas leaving trails of echoes in the air.


    Erubin could only direct his focus ahead when an explosion erupted before him, sending him flying back as he rolled in the ground, blood trailing down his ears as it rang.


    Erubin painstakingly rose up as the world around him fell into slow motion. Everything felt muffled, and nothing made sense anymore.


    Shifting his glance to his left, Erubin saw a man sitting down, blood staining his hand and clothes. In his lap was a woman, motionless and cold, her eyes staring straight into his.


    The man was expressionless, unmoving, and unresponsive to the chaos going on around him. He was simply holding the woman''s hand as he slowly closed his eyes.


    Before Erubin, a large wolf pounced on the man, knocking him down as the beast bit his neck, dragging him back and forth before tossing him away like a used rag.


    "HEY! LETS GO!" A voice broke Erubin from his stupor as a man dragged him by the collar, pulling him away from the wolves.


    Erubin wanted to look back, but the man kept dragging him forward, leaving him no gap.


    "Eyes ahead, son, eyes ahead," the man said as he ran without stopping.


    As they exited the clearing, the chaos became more prominent and clear.


    Hordes of wolves exited the towering trees, charging straight at the warriors with malevolent intent.


    The sound of steel against claws bellowed in the air, along with the agonizing screams of torture.


    The ground had long been soaked in blood as mountains of corpses formed.


    It was hell.


    Erubin and the man kept their pace forward when a group of knights intercepted them, escorting them back to Stellaris, where a man adorned in silver swiftly grabbed Erubin.


    "WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS ELLA?!" Timeus asked in a frenzy, his eyes bloodshot.


    "SHE WAS NOT HERE?!" Erubin asked, his blood running cold.


    "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Timeus asked, his grip loosening.


    "They sent her with the first squad to return! Answer me, Timeus, what the fuck are you talking about?!" Erubin insisted as he grabbed the man by the collar.


    However, Timeus remained silent, his eyes wide in fear.


    "TIMEUS!" Erubin roared.


    "The first squad... They were ambushed," Timeus answered.


    Erubin felt his body go cold, his world stopping for a moment as he swiftly ran back.


    "ELLA!!!" Erubin roared as he pushed through the crowd of soldiers.


    However, the warriors held him back, pushing him back inside.


    "She''s gone, sir! The first squad was ambushed way earlier! There is no way anyone would survive!" A soldier said as he struggled to hold back Erubin.


    "LET GO OF ME!" Erubin said as he swung his arm, ripping away their holds as he shifted his gaze back at the forest, where a silhouette slowly walked out, injured and haggard.


    Erubin''s eyes widened as he spoke. "ELLA¡ª"


    Erubin''s words were cut short as he saw Ella''s condition.


    "She''s wounded!" Erubin roared as he tried to bypass the guards. However, his hopes were dashed as Ella gave the sweetest smile he''s ever seen and spoke.


    "I will always love you."


    Before Erubin''s eyes, a large maw swallowed Ella whole, devouring her in one bite as a large wolf revealed itself.


    "NOOOO!" Timeus wailed as dozens of soldiers struggled to hold him back.


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    Erubin, on the other hand, stood there, emotionless, as he fell to his knees, his world slowly shattering into pieces as memories of her resurfaced in his mind.


    "Hey, when all of this is over, what do you plan to do?" Ella asked.


    "Me? Nothing really. Maybe live a quiet life in some province," Erubin replied.


    "You, in a province? Oh, please, you''ll need to give a better answer than that," Ella rebuted as she chuckled.


    "Fine. Maybe I''ll find a girl, cherish life with her, and have a kid," Erubin said, his eyes distant.


    Ella fell silent as she watched the sun set on the horizon.


    "Say, if you can''t find a girl, then..." Ella muttered.


    "Hmm?" Erubin spoke as he shifted his gaze at the most beautiful woman he''s ever laid eyes on.


    "Would you marry me then?" she asked.


    Erubin''s hand slowly grasped the moist earth as the sharp pain in his heart became unbearable.


    As he looked down, tears rained down his cheeks without stopping as his sobs were drowned by the rain.


    Ella''s death kept repeating in his mind, torturing him even further. All their promises, plans, and futures, gone just like that.


    Erubin speared a glance at the towering wolf, looking at him with a sneer on its face.


    "I''LL KILL YOU!" Erubin roared as he dashed forward, only to be stopped by the warriors in front of him.


    As Erubin was dragged inside the closing gates, he saw the large wolf one last time, he promised.


    His revenge won''t go unnoticed.


    ***


    "Hey, wake up!" A voice called to Erubin as he bolted up.


    "Are you alright? It seemed like you were having a nightmare," the man said.


    Erubin touched his face as he felt its surface wet.


    It was that dream again, he thought as he took sharp breaths.


    "I''m okay," Erubin briefly answered.


    "If you say so..." the man replied before he went back to his seat.


    They were currently on a wagon going back to Stellaris as per the order of the general.


    It has been a day or two since they left their camp to regroup. Right now, they are rapidly approaching the main camp, and it seems they''re not the only ones.


    Around them were dozens of wagons with the same purpose and objectives. Some were large, and some were small.


    Their chatter and banter made the whole situation fairly lively, which helped Erubin take his mind off his dream.


    "Say, when do you think we''ll launch the attack?" The man who woke Erubin asked.


    "I don''t know Johnny," Erubin answered. "Besides, we are not even sure that''s really the purpose of our retreat," he resumed.


    "Oh, please, everyone and their mothers already know. You''re probably the only one that keeps denying it," Johnny said.


    "You do you," Erubin replied.


    "Oh man, I can''t wait for all of this to finally end!" Johnny said in a high tone.


    "I heard the famous shadow saint and Grim hound were going to help us. Is that really true?" Johnny asked once more.


    "Perhaps," Erubin briefly said.


    "Hey, don''t be like that. You traveled with them, right? How were they? I heard they can take down hordes of abominations by themselves!" Johnny asked excitedly.


    Erubin could only sigh as he saw Johnny akin to a child.


    "Yes, they were strong beyond belief. They were even able to take down a Saint abomination on our last voyage," Erubin narrated.


    "That''s fucking cool, man! I wish I was there," Johnny said.


    "Oh, trust me, you wouldn''t want to be there," Erubin said as he chuckled.


    "Finally, you''re back to your old self. You''ve been out of it these past few days," Johnny said as he leaned back.


    Erubin remained silent at his friends remarks.


    "It''s that dream again, huh?" Johnny asked.


    "Yeah," Erubin replied.


    "Hey, when all this is over and you got your revenge, let''s bury Ella in a hill somewhere and decorate her gravestone with Neiva flowers," Johnny solemnly said.


    Erubin speared a glance ahead as he spoke. "That would be a great idea."


    As their convoy passed by multiple checkpoints, it became noticeable how armed and on guard the Stellaris was.


    Ballistas and siege machines were mounted on its walls, keeping watch 24/7 for any unprecedented attacks.


    Not only that, but there were also warriors in every vicinity, armed and ready for conflict.


    There were far more towers now, each guarded by ranged mages and aerial turrets.


    Everything about the camp spoke war.


    Eventually, their convoy soon stopped as Erubin and the rest dismounted, where they were led by knights inside the camp.


    When noon came, they were all gathered by the front gates as Timeus introduced himself, his gaze briefly meeting Erubin''s.


    "Greetings, warriors," Timeus said.


    "I know you are all wondering what this meeting is all about, but fret not. We are not at a disadvantage or losing!" Timeus said.


    "We are all gathered here because we hope for a brighter future for our children¡ªa world where they can play and do as they wish without the threat of beasts," Timeus continued.


    Everyone was silent; all their focus was directed at the general as their fighting spirit was ignited.


    "We are all gathered here to make a change! To show these abominations who we are!" Timeus said.


    "The days of cowering in fear and retreating behind our walls are over! Now is the time to strike back¡ªto take back what is ours and free this world of evil!" Timeus roared.


    "Now who''s with me?" he asked.


    AHOO! AHOO! AHOO!


    AHOO! AHOO! AHOO!


    The soldiers roared in unison as they screamed their hearts out. Each and every one of them had already lost too much to this war.


    All this time, they kept running and running. Obediently surrendering their land and freedom to the abominations in fear of their lives.


    But no more shall they cower.


    What Timeus said was true. They were not so weak anymore.


    It was indeed time to strike back and prove to the world that humanity has yet to give up.


    ***


    Inside the Trial.


    Samael has begun his voyage towards the forest filled with Aranea. He would be lying if he said he did not feel any anxiety going into enemy territory.


    By now, he''s been traveling for the last five days. He does not know how much time has passed in the real world, and this prompted him to hasten his pace.


    Samael''s axe, Crimson Raven, has nearly finished reparations. His wounds, on the other hand, were doing well as well.


    He predicts it should heal soon if all goes as planned. But judging by the direction he''s taking, he doubts all will be smooth sailing.


    As he traveled towards the forest of Liliac, Samael found himself absorbing essence much better.


    He believes it is due to his frequent use of Conduit, a major evolutionary trait he gained a while back. It helps him manipulate, release, and absorb essence, which really sped up his accumulation of it.


    He estimates that his speed of absorbing Void essence is 20% faster now in comparison to before.


    Another big improvement was his void mark. Another major evolutionary trait he got. It used to be a tattoo of wisps of Void matter on his arm but is now larger and reaches to his forearm.


    With its increase in size, he noticed his essence consumption had lowered significantly. Not only that, but his control was much finer, allowing him to execute skills with far more ease. Aside from that, the purity of his Void element is far higher now; he is capable of melting through iron and other metals without problem, even though the shells of abominations the same rank as him.


    It appears that frequent use of these evolutionary traits has led them to also adapt exponentially.


    That being said, his regeneration had become faster too. His injuries would have taken more time, but the upgrades have made it far more efficient.


    Samael could observe how a cut heals within ten minutes. It might seem slow, but wounds like that would take days for mundane humans.


    While this place had left him to die, there was no doubt it was also one way to strengthen him.


    Samael could only wonder how much stronger he''d become once he leaves this place.

 CH66-Ambush.

    The forest of Liliac. A place infested with an abomination known as Aranea. They come in groups and bear venom enough to kill an entire army.


    Samael could only sigh as he inched closer to the entrance of the forest before him.


    Unlike the usual forest, the trees here bore black leaves with gray bark. They were crooked in shape, some intertwining while the rest were slumped down.


    As Samael approached the opening of the cursed woodland realm, he steeled his resolve and heightened his senses.


    The moment I step another foot inside, I''m officially inside enemy territory, Samael thought.


    He was anxious, perhaps nervous. He does not know whether he can leave this place whole or alive. But he also cannot accept the thought of staying back and living the rest of his life in fear of what is to come.


    It was not his nature, and it never will be.


    Samael knows it¡ªthat it is in such environments that he improves the most. It is where his growth is at its highest. Like some form of twisted joke.


    I cannot falter now. This is only the beginning, Samael thought as he gathered his resolve.


    With one final breath, Samael delved into the darkness ahead of him, allowing the shadows to devour him whole.


    As he did, the scorching heat vanished as though it had never been there in the first place, replaced by a chill crawling through your spine as if someone or something were watching you.


    However, he steadfastly marched forward, greeting the towering trees and their inhabitants.


    Fortunately, it seems the Aranea''s were deeper in the forest, as there was no sign of their existence as of yet.


    But Samael remained on guard. One slip-up was all it took to end him.


    Samael''s footsteps left trails of echoes in the wind, breaking the unnerving silence engulfing the forest.


    But it did not help soothe Samael, as his gaze kept shifting back and forth without rest. Every movement of the shadows caught his attention, giving him no time to breathe.


    Eventually, hours passed by like the falling leaves, swiftly stacking up until the dawn of night overshadowed the towering trees.


    Samael found himself sitting on a high branch, observing the darkness and keenly listening to the sounds of the forest.


    But as he expected, there was nothing. No growls of abominations or as much as footsteps on the brittle earth.


    This is not going to work, Samael thought as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.


    He was aware of it, how on edge he was. He thought he had gained resistance, as he was barely affected by the ambushes of the beasts out there.


    This nervousness was never going to help him. In fact, it was a hurdle. Too much of it will blind him to the real dangers aiming for his throat.


    He needs to relax, but how?


    There was no point in thinking about it.


    Samael composed himself as he took multiple breaths, easing himself little by little.


    Although the results were not vast, it did somewhat help as Samael finally felt the call of sleep whisper in his ears.


    However, he still did not fall asleep.


    Is there any alternative to sleep? He wondered when his eyes grew large.


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    Huh, that''s not a bad idea, Samael thought.


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    Meditation will allow the host to get enough rest and energy while staying awake and mindful of his surroundings. Not only that, but when done properly, the host may gain some benefits exclusive to meditation.


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    If that''s the case, teach me, Samael ordered.


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    <td>To enter meditation, the user must first assume a comfortable position. However, it should allow him to stay awake. </td>


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    That''s already done. Besides, I don''t think I have many options here, Samael thought as he looked below him. He was practically hanging in a single line.


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    <td>The usual way to meditate is to focus on your breathing or heartbeat. However, upon further research, it is recommended that the host focus on synergizing with his element. </td>


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    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Synergize? Can you explain? He inquired.


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    <td>Synergizing will not only improve the host''s mental clarity but also his control and absorption of his element. It allows you to get familiar with it. </td>


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    How will I do that? Samael asked.


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    <td>It is simple. First, the user must close his eyes and feel his connection with his element. Once you''ve established a link, visualize the flow of essence in your body, its frequency, and its intensity. Not only that, but control it as you wish. </td>


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    Lets try, Samael thought as he reluctantly closed his eyes.


    Upon doing so, he carefully delved deeper into his consciousness, delicately searching for the connection the Codex mentioned.


    As the minutes went on, Samael found himself struggling.


    Damn it! I can vaguely sense the link, but then it vanishes! He thought.


    Again! Samael insisted as he closed his eyes.


    But he failed.


    One more, he thought.


    Failure yet again.


    This isn''t over yet, Samael steeled his will.


    But failure was the only thing waiting for him.


    It''s not working; is there something I''m doing wrong? Samael asked the Codex.


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    <td>The host is trying too hard to find the connection. A link can only be established harmoniously. It is recommended that the host ease himself and instead allow himself to use his understanding of his element and himself to find the link. </td>


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    Samael remained silent as he absorbed the Codex''s words. Maybe he was indeed trying too hard.


    As he gently closed his eyes, Samael once again allowed himself to dig deeper. But this time, he allowed the darkness in him to consume him.


    It was calm and serene yet, at the same time, mysterious and unique. This was his element.


    Allowing himself to drift, Samael felt a tug, as though a string was pulling his clothes.


    Is this the link? He thought.


    However, as Samael reached out, the string snapped and withered.


    No, be patient, Samael thought.


    It seems the night is going to be long.


    ***


    As the morning sun peeked at the horizon, Samael slowly opened his eyes as he noticed his position was slightly altered.


    Did I move on my own? He wondered.


    Rising up, Samael felt himself invigorated. As the Codex said, it was akin to sleeping.


    Samael had nearly forgotten the feeling of freshness a good night''s sleep could provide. It was a good change of pace.


    That being said, he must now go further into the woods.


    Without wasting time, Samael jumped down and went onward. He ate his breakfast on the move, chewing on the pieces of dried meat he had made.


    By the time he finished his breakfast, Samael saw some changes in the terrain.


    This... webs? Samael thought as he stared at the white strings in his hand.


    This close? He thought. Although, he was indeed traveling without stop, he was indeed bound to cross the distance with haste. But he did not expect to see it that fast.


    This means there are probably abominations wandering here, as Samael concluded.


    As Samael ventured deeper, time seemed to fly by. Seconds became minutes, and soon they became hours.


    To his surprise, there were no Araneas as of yet. There were just some occasional webs stuck on the trees.


    However, it was indeed concerning how empty the forest was. There were no signs of other abominations aside from the spiders.


    This means he must leave this place with haste if he wishes not to starve to death.


    Keeping his worries aside, Samael continued his march.


    Eventually, the cold night managed to catch up to him as he climbed yet another tree.


    There, he decided to continue his meditation, familiarizing himself with the feeling of the link and attempting to grab it.


    Samael struggled as usual, but progress was made as he felt the tug become more potent.


    Patience... He thought as he allowed the connection to develop further. It was like hatching an egg; it just needed the right amount of time and care.


    Slowly, the tug became stronger and stronger until Samael felt himself being pulled by it.


    It was time.


    Without an ounce of hesitation, he grabbed the link and established it. As he did, he nearly recoiled, as it felt as though he had opened a door to a very foreign world.


    Samael could feel his essence travel from his veins to his organs. It was like a river with a strong current.


    As he allowed himself to feel the current, Samael was forced to break his trance as the pressure overtook him.


    Damn it, I messed up, he thought as he closed his eyes once more.


    It seems just like a river; one careless move was enough to destroy his progress.


    However, much to his pleasant surprise, forming a connection was now easier than before.


    It''s as though the string is now attracted to him and more than willing to cooperate again. So Samael took the offer.


    As he felt the chaotic stream of essence strike him again, Samael stood steadfast, not allowing it to consume him like last time.


    Carefully, Samael followed the currents as they took him on a journey.


    So this is... me...? He thought in fascination. But that small gap was enough to shatter everything again.


    Samael flinched as he opened his eyes.


    I flunked it again, he thought.


    Again, he thought as he closed his eyes.


    Unfortunately, before he could even form a link, Samael felt a small tremor course through the branch he was sitting on.


    Samael''s eyes flew open as a small, spider-like creature lunged at him. Without thinking, Samael hastily weaved to the side, prompting himself to fall to the ground with a loud bang.


    However, he was not given time to breathe as he felt multiple legs crawl all over him.


    Samael swiftly rose to his feet as he plucked away the small spiders climbing his legs and back, but to no avail.


    The small critters came in hordes, charging Samael in waves without a sign of stopping.


    Left with no choice, Samael converged his essence and ejected it all at once, causing a small shockwave that threw the small Aranea''s off of him.


    As the abominations were knocked back, Samael dashed back, regaining some distance as he casted.


    "Void fire."


    Consecutive onyx black bullets burst from Samael''s finger tips, striking the damned abominations square in the face, then...


    BOOOOOM!!!


    Multiple resounding explosions rocked the forest as the small critters were blown to smithereens.


    Their green blood splattered on the trees, marring it with their guts as they fell down like snow on a winter day.


    As Samael lowered his hands, what was left were dozens of craters and a clearing born from the chaos.


    No time to waste, Samael thought in exasperation as he took off.


    The noise would have surely alerted everyone within 500 meters. He had to move, or he might just get swarmed again.


    Samael breezed by the trees, the freezing night wind whipping his hair back as cold sweat trickled down his forehead.


    Samael kept running and running, blending with the darkness until he felt it was safe to stop.


    Samael''s chest rose up and down, like a boat stranded in a storm, as he hungered for air.


    Casting a glance back, he could faintly feel the shadows moving in the direction of the chaos he caused.


    That was a dangerous Samael thought.


    After composing himself, Samael kept awake for the rest of the night, watching carefully for any more ambushes.


    He doubts he can meditate, even if he wanted to.


    Those were small baby Araneas; that means I''m nearing their main camp, Samael thought.


    It was time to prepare for the worst.


    He had no plan whatsoever, mostly because there was nothing he could do.


    He had no materials to create concoctions or explosives to take out dozens at once. He only had his axe and himself.


    The odds were against him. He was outnumbered and in enemy territory.


    In the end, it all boils down to who''s will to live was stronger.


    And he wasn''t planning to die.


    As Samael stared at the darkness, his grip tightened.


    Tomorrow was the day of reckoning.

 CH67-Battle of attrition.

    Samael traversed the forest of Liliac in silence. As an extra countermeasure, he cast upon himself Abyss walk to absorb the sounds he would make.


    Samael was undoubtedly anxious about what''s to come. He already saw the ferocity of the small spiders; how much more would the grown adults be like?


    There was also the matter of whether there was a leader amongst these abominations, one that was of higher rank in comparison to the rest.


    Samael knew passing by them would be nearly impossible. Spiders deploy webs, and just a little bit of motion is enough to alert them to a prey.


    He was left with no choice but to fight.


    On his way, Samael racked his mind for plans. In the end, the only plan that could even remotely work was to lure as many Aranea''s as he could and take them out by using his area of attack skills, namely abyss spikes and Void fire.


    How would he do that? With the help of Void Flow, which increases his agility and encompassing voice, Samael can aggro the monsters to him and at the same time outrun them.


    Not only that, Samael can also employ the use of the Void palm to cause havoc in the environment and distort their movements even further.


    The only downside was that he had to outlast them. Although Conduit has greatly helped him absorb essence and Void Mark has lessened his consumption, the continuous use of said skills can still be draining. After all, he wasn''t only facing a single enemy but potentially an army.


    As Samael continued his travel, he started seeing signs of travel in the earth, along with the occasional trail of blood.


    However, what really caught his attention were the dead corpses of Aranea scattered in areas of struggle.


    It seems Araneas doesn''t have any form of familial or pact mentality, Samael thought.


    Going further, Samael took multiple detours, making sure to avoid any trails he happened to come upon.


    However, not everything was going to be easy.


    I thought I did a good enough job, he thought as he unsheathed Crimson Raven.


    From the shadows, the clattering sounds of the abominations footsteps left trails of echoes in the damned woodland realm.


    Samael''s gaze shifted back and forth as he expanded his Void compass, swiftly locating multiple hostiles approaching him from the north. Some were hiding in the trees, waiting for the right time to pounce.


    If the logic of spiders in my world applies here, then spiders should be ambush predators, Samael thought as he lowered his stance, his axe slowly resting on his shoulder.


    His injuries are roughly 70% healed now, meaning he can now fight better without worrying about breaking anything.


    Samael''s fighting style was highly unpredictable and wild; it made use of his entire body in ways others would deem overwhelming.


    As the Araneas came into view, Samael wasted no time as he grabbed the earth before him, catapulting himself forward with inhuman speed.


    The abominations flinched as they shot webs forward, attempting to trap Samael.


    Seeing this, Samael swung his axe multiple times, tearing the webs before him.


    As he dashed forward, Samael''s eyes widened as he felt strands of web stick to his arm and body.


    It appears that the moment he tore the webs, some still stuck to his body, albeit weaker in terms of strength.


    Seizing the opportunity, the spiders lunged forward, using their legs akin to springs as they jetted towards their prey¡ª Samael''s figure brusted forward, landing behind the abominations as he lowered his axe.


    The Araneas could only blink as their heads flew high in the heavens, descending with loud thuds as their corpses fell limp and unmoving.


    Samael exhaled as he cast a glance at the confused spiders.


    Fortunately, due to his ability [Void skin], he was able to corrode the webs just in time to counter them; otherwise, he would be the one at a disadvantage.


    Seeing their webs ineffective, the Araneas bared their fangs at Samael, releasing a loud hiss as they used the trees to swiftly cross the distance.


    Watching the abominations rush him, Samael''s gaze narrowed as he lowered his stance once more.


    Using the branches interlooping and protruding outwards, the Araneas deployed and utilized their webs as slingshots.


    Samael hastily rolled to the side, narrowly dodging their attacks as they rained down from the sky like droplets of rain.


    Samael dashed back and forth, nimbly avoiding the creature''s attack as he threw Crimson Raven in an arc, tearing through multiple spiders at once.


    "Return," Samael commanded as Crimson Raven took a sharp turn, striking down two spiders in its way before gently landing on Samael''s hand.


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    Samael speared a glance forward as he watched the last remaining abominations step back, hissing.


    Unfortunately, there was no escape.


    Before the Araneas eyes, Samael''s figure blurred before everything swirled, and then the dark took them.


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    As the two fell down with a thud, Samael once again stood alone in a field marred with blood.


    My condition is starting to improve, Samael thought as he tightened his fist.


    After taking a short break, Samael left the scene with haste, further delving deeper into the woods.


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    As the night unfolded, Samael found himself staring at the stars, admiring their beauty as he caressed the necklace he wore.


    Perhaps because of the looming danger, Samael felt the need to breathe before facing his adversaries.


    That''s enough, Samael thought as he closed his eyes, feeling the freezing night wind brush his hair as he marched forward.


    Blending with the shadows, Samael saw the rapid changes in his environment.


    Large cocoons of webs marred the woods, staining it in their filth as some even formed bridges.


    Using the trees, Samael soared upwards, standing on a branch as he watched the grotesque scene before him.


    I have arrived, Samael thought.


    Ahead of him were trees covered in silk and webs, looping around them and forming bridges.


    Not only that, but there were multiple large cocoons hanging by the branches with small openings where the spiders converged.


    But none of them compared to the one resting in the middle of all the chaos.


    Samael had no doubts that is where the leader of these pest reside, patiently waiting for any unsuspecting prey to wander in its maws.


    Samael kept watch of the Araneas base for a while, observing the dozens of abominations crawl around, bringing prey to their queen.


    Casting a final glance, Samael slowly retreated into the darkness, vanishing without a trace.


    As he settled near the nest of the spiders, Samael blended with the shadows.


    He was to strike when the golden glow of the sun rose from the horizon.


    If the spiders were this active at night, then they would surely be asleep in the morning. It was the perfect time to strike.


    Now, he waits.


    ***


    As the hours passed by and the unforgiving night ended its parade, the first glow of the morning sun shone before the thick leaves, casting shadows on Samael''s face.


    It was time.


    Samael rose up from his seat as he took a look at the fortress ahead of him. Slowly, he unsheathed Crimson Raven, its appearance morphing as Samael chanted.


    "Void Augmentation."


    Just like Crimson Raven, Samael''s hands warped black along with his feet as his figure turned to a blur, appearing a few meters from the entrance of the nest.


    Watching the spiders sleep so peacefully, Samael delicately took off his hood, the dark mark in his arm slowly extending like the tendrils of Void matter latching onto him.


    As his hood fell off, Samael''s throat gleamed purple.


    "Encompassing Voice."


    It was time to wake up the horde.


    "Come and get me," Samael said, his voice reverberating as it traveled far and wide, shocking the spiders awake.


    As they did, Samael could only smile wryly as he brought his arm forward.


    "Void fire."


    For a brief second, Samael''s fingers glew purple before a plethora of black spherical bullets burst forward, breezing through the wind before landing on the cocoons.


    BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!


    Multiple thundering explosions rocked the earth, sending shockwaves of great magnitude and toppling down the structures the abominations called home.


    Large dust clouds rose high in the heavens, causing havoc as the spiders shrieked in confusion.


    "You want revenge? Come and get me," Samael said, his voice resonating in the woodland realm.


    The spiders speared a glance at Samael''s figure, their faces morphing in pure rage as they released blood-curdling screeches.


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    It began, Samael thought as he chanted.


    "Void Flow."


    On cue, Samael felt his body lighten and his limbs loosen.


    This time, he must face the danger head-on.


    No more running away.


    As the abominations approached his location, Samael''s grip tightened as a red miasma leaked from Crimson Raven.


    "Let''s see if you feel fear," Samael said as he dashed forward with one forceful kick to the ground.


    Noticing Samael''s sudden movement, the Araneas swiftly followed suit, chasing after him as they moved in the earth like waves and crawled through the trees like a plague.


    Samael was lying if he said he did not feel fear, but at that moment, he knew fear was of no help to him.


    He had to once again adapt and overcome his old self.


    Samael sprinted across the nest, attracting as many enemies as possible as he spread Crimson Raven''s miasma.


    Some tried to intercept Samael, cutting his route, but he was faster as he nimbly weaved across their ranks, his blade weaving back and forth as he tore them to pieces, staining himself in their blood.


    Screeches and wails of pain echoed in the air as Samael blasted through, leaving the spiders no chance to catch up.


    Desperate, some of the Araneas shot webs at Samael, hoping to trap him, but he was faster as he cut them to pieces.


    Casting a brief glance over his shoulder, Samael knew the time was ripe as he saw the hordes of spiders in his tail.


    Samael sharply turned back, drifting across the ground as he came to a complete halt, standing proudly with burning gazes filled with determination.


    3... 2... 1... Samael counted as another panel warped before him.


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    A small, imperceptible smile made its way to Samael''s face as he watched the spiders falter in their steps.


    Now!


    Seizing the chance, Samael planted his palm on the brittle earth as he channeled forth his essence, dumping large amounts as he spoke.


    "Abyss spikes."


    A loud tremor shook the ground, knocking down some of the aranea.


    The earthquake intensified as the seconds went on, marring the ground with cracks as large onyx-black spikes stemmed from deep below the surface.


    The Araneas screeched in fear as they attempted to flee, but to no avail. The shattering of the very earth they walked on gave them no place to escape to as the spikes bloomed like flowers on a beautiful morning.


    What occurred next was pure carnage.


    Wails of pain and agony thundered in the air as dozens upon dozens of Aranea''s were impaled, the dark spikes cleanly tearing holes in their bodies.


    They hanged high in the air, squirming for a few seconds before life left their eyes.


    But Samael had no time to celebrate as he felt multiple enemies closing in his direction.


    It seems I didn''t get all of them, Samael thought as he watched another wave of spiders exit from the woods, charging at him with murder in their eyes.


    It seems the rage has blinded them to their fear.


    But then again, a beast consumed by rage was nothing but a mindless prey.


    Samael threw Crimson Raven forward, plowing down dozens of Araneas within seconds as the axe flew in an arc.


    Without wasting another breath, Samael dashed forward, charging head-on as he retrieved his blade.


    Using Crimson Raven''s momentum, Samael leaped in the air, channeling his essence as he stuck to the ground, sending a destructive shockwave that launched the spiders back.


    But the beasts were quick to recover as some jumped Samael, their fangs oozing venom.


    Samael''s figure exploded into a flock of Ravens, confusing the Aranea''s chasing after him.


    This isn''t good, Samael thought as he cast.


    "Void Aegis."


    A solidified, spherical Void matter stemmed from his hand, blocking the incoming attacks of the Araneas and shattering their faces upon impact.


    Samael''s grunts echoed as his foot slid back under the pressure of a dozen spiders.


    As the Void aegis glew purple, Samael pushed his hand forward, catapulting the shield in a straight line as it mowed down those in its path.


    Without wasting time, Samael swiftly sprinted at the path created by the Void Aegis as he saw his previous location be buried under abominations.


    Dashing back, Samael swung his arm rapidly, deploying three consecutive [Void Cleaves].


    The three dark waves tore through the enemy like butter, cutting them in pieces as they traveled far.


    However, Samael raised his axe, forming a makeshift shield, as an Aranea lunged at him, attempting to bite his face off.


    Gathering his strength, Samael ripped the creature''s limb before throwing it to its kin and causing a small stampede.


    Cornered, Samael shot upwards, grabbing hold of a branch and using it to change direction mid-air.


    As Samael flew by, he spoke.


    "Void Palm."


    Large chunks of Void essence extended from Samael''s hands, forming two collosal fists.


    In one fell swoop, Samael put his hands down, shattering the earth into pieces and crushing the spiders like small bugs.


    Watching the large plates of earth fly in the air, Samael''s gaze shone for a moment as he thought of an idea inspired by the very creatures he was fighting.


    Samael''s figure blurred as he flew towards the slabs of rock in the wind, using them as anchors as he spoke.


    "Void Bind."


    The spiders watched as Samael swinged in a zigzag at speeds no man could catch up to.


    Like the Aranea''s, Samael decided to utilize his environment to its fullest capacity.


    After his feat, Samael landed in a tall tree, watching the aftermath of his rampage.


    The once prosperous nest was reduced to but a few mere spiders. Their bridges and cocoons were ravaged to the ground.


    Samael''s chest rose up and down as he hungered for air. But it seems there was no rest for him.


    The last remaining spiders wailed, releasing loud screeches that echoed in the forest.


    Then came another tremor.


    However, this time, it was not Samael''s doing.

 CH68-Queen of Araneas.

    As the ground shook under Samael''s soles, he speared a glance at the collosal cocoon nesting in the middle of the chaos, undisturbed as it slowly unfolded like flowers.


    As the cocoon opened, long, elongated legs springed out, landing on the brittle earth and stirring the dust upon impact.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as he took deep breaths, composing himself.


    Now was not the time to falter.


    Samael expanded his Void Compass outwards, carefully inspecting the abomination coming out of its abode.


    Judging by its aura, it''s definitely around Ascended II or I. It''s no doubt of a higher rank than me, Samael deduced as he lowered his stance, slinging his axe on his shoulders as he blasted forward.


    As the creature slowly left its cocoon, Samael swiftly crossed the distance, circling the nest and arriving near the leg of the beast.


    Without another thought, Samael formed a fist as he chanted.


    "Null thrust."


    Samael''s fist glew purple as a large concentration of Void matter surged at a single point.


    Planting his foot on the ground, Samael grunted as he drove his fist towards the leg of the spider, causing a small explosion as he tore a hole through it.


    A loud screech thundered in the forest of Liliac as the Queen of the Aranea wailed in agony.


    Samael swiftly pulled back as the spider''s leg collapsed, folding in two as it fell down with a loud boom.


    A large surge of dust hindered Samael''s vision¡ª A dark silhouette whipped at the smoke screen, startling Samael as he ducked down, his forehead nearly slamming down the earth as the leg of the queen passed by his head.


    Using his legs and hands as springs, Samael propelled himself back, regaining distance as the dust cloud settled, revealing a spider nearly the size of the wolf that nearly killed him.


    Although it was missing one leg now, it did not hinder it as much considering it still had more than enough to spare.


    The Queen of the Aranea''s screeched at Samael, delivering a loud sonic boom towards him.


    Samael, unable to move in time, threw his hand forward as he spoke.


    "Void Dome."


    A surge of Void matter bloomed from Samael''s hands, swirling and converging to form a large spherical dome.


    As the sonic wave struck the barrier, some were dispelled to the surroundings, causing immense destruction as large chunks of earth flew high in the heavens.


    Samael braced himself as he lowered his stance, the Void dome visibly trembling as small cracks formed on its surface.


    Seeing this, the Queen charged ahead, smashing against the barrier and shattering it to pieces.


    As the dome fell apart, the Spider Queen drove its legs at Samael, impaling him straight in the chest.


    The large abominations eyes turned crescent as it watched Samael under its claws. However, its smirk was wiped away as a voice whispered in its ears.


    "Mirage."


    The Queen of the Aranea hastily turned around, but Samael was faster as he spoke.


    "Void Bind."


    Two elongated dark chains shot forward, latching onto the face of the beast as Samael catapulted himself forward, his foot smashing against the head of the Queen, knocking her back.


    Using the momentum of his kick, Samael soared in the air as he uttered.


    "Void Palm."


    Waves of Void matter poured out of Samael''s hand, forming a large fist.


    As the Queen barely avoided a stumble, Samael smashed his knuckle at the creature''s face, forcing it to slam down the earth.


    The large abomination released a wail of pain as it shot webs at random.


    However, Samael effortlessly tore them apart.


    As Samael landed, he crouched down and blasted forward, inching closer at the fallen beast with his axe, Crimson Raven, at hand.


    But the Queen of the Aranea was not giving up so easily.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as another batch of webs came hauling at him, albeit faster than the rest.


    Readying his blade, Samael threw a swing¡ª His gaze widened as Crimson Raven faced some friction, slowing significantly and allowing some strings to pass by.


    The lone strings whipped at Samael, leaving cuts at his ability [Void skin] before continuing and severing the trees.


    Watching the barks of the towering trees fall, Samael couldn''t help but swallow.


    If it weren''t for his Void skin, his body would have been lacerated multiple times.


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    Samael''s advance abruptly halted as he dashed back, maintaining some distance as the Spider Queen rose up, its shattered face shooting glares at Samael.


    For a brief moment, everything was silent.


    Samael tightened his grip as he intently watched every move of the beast before him, a cold bead of sweat trailing down his forehead and soaking his back.


    As the seconds passed by, the Queen whipped her arm forward, shooting two waves of red strings.


    That string again! Samael thought as he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the first wave, before he weaved to the side, dodging the second string.


    Loud explosions erupted behind Samael as the strings bisected the earth, creating ruptures in its surface.


    Samael wasted no time as he went straight ahead, jetting forward with one forceful kick.


    The large abomination opened its maws, releasing a straight stream of green venom.


    Samael clenched his jaw as he burst into flocks of ravens, barely dodging the stream while some of the birds liquefied before his eyes.


    The group of Raivens soared in the sky before converging and revealing Samael''s figure.


    "Void Cleave," Samael uttered as he swung his arm one, two, three, and with one large grunt, four times.


    The Queen hastily ran¡ª Multiple onyx black bars impaled the large spider, tearing holes in its legs and body.


    But contrary to the attack''s simple appearance, it held far more weight than that.


    "Null bars," Samael said.


    These solidified bars composed of Void matter were capable of disrupting essence and energy flow, slowing down anything they hit.


    With such large arms, the Queen was surely unable to intricately pick out the poles stuck in its back.


    The large abomination nearly stumbled down as it felt its body weaken. As it stared at the approaching Void cleaves, it bit its own legs, tearing off those affected by Samael''s skills.


    As it did, it released a loud, curdling scream before jumping out of the way, dodging the waves of Void matter.


    However, one of the attacks struck the spider near its abdomen, shattering its armour and slicing its flesh.


    The Queen''s green blood splattered all around, staining the trees and earth in its filth.


    Now it was only left with five legs.


    Samael hungered for air as he stood above a branch.


    My ethos is starting to drain. I''ve been using too many heavy skills, one after the other. I need to end this fast, Samael thought.


    On the other hand, the Queen of Aranea''s trembled as it released a loud, grating roar, causing the earth to shake under its wrath.


    Samael tightly held on to the wooden bark of the tree as he steadied himself. Taking a glance ahead, Samael''s expression darkened.


    The large queen spider released large quantities of webs, coiling them in her arms as it cast one final look at Samael.


    Shit Samael thought.


    With one screech, the abomination swung its arms in a frenzy, releasing the strings in its claws as it whipped violently.


    The strands of strings landed at random, slicing and tearing whatever it hit into mince meat.


    Loud explosions thundered in the air as large boulders and trees were uprooted, soaring in the sky and impaling all unfortunate enough to land in its path.


    Samael kept dashing back, narrowly evading the strings and the obstacles hurling his way.


    Unfortunately, not everything was okay.


    Overwhelmed by the attacks, Samael had no choice but to parry the incoming projectiles. Some of it was successfully redirected, while others bypassed his defence, leaving deep gashes in his flesh as his Void skin was shattered like glass.


    Samael roared as his arm swung with speed no man could catch up to; his blade appeared as though a black flash of light went back and forth in a dazzling display of strength.


    "ARGHHHHHH!!!" Samael bellowed as strings left lacerations on his cheek, some striking his eyelids, forcing him to work with but one eye.


    Samael''s arms burned, his muscles screaming in pain and agony. Yet, he could not stop.


    Samael felt out of breath; his vision was dimming, and the world felt suffocating.


    Observing the incoming barrage of attacks, Samael knew he would not last long in such conditions.


    This... won''t do...! he thought as his consciousness flickered.


    "I''m not dying here! Samael thought, his eyes closing tight as he spoke.


    "All seeing eye...!"


    As Samael''s eye opened, his crimson pupils changed as streaks of white sparks swimmed behind his gaze, holding a hint of mysticism.


    At that moment, Samael felt his Ethos burn away.


    Steeling his resolve, Samael fell on his stance. With one mighty roar, he zoomed forward, shattering the earth behind him.


    Samael felt his body shake as the intense speed sent waves of pain within him, nearly blinding his reason.


    However, he persisted, harnessing the pain and turning it into pure, unfiltered power.


    Before his all-seeing eye, Samael saw the beasts attack slow down; he could see its life signal, showing its next attack before he could perform them.


    With the help of his ability, Samael breezed through the air, dodging the attacks sent before him as he continued unhindered.


    The large spider Queen flinched as it saw Samael rapidly approach, prompting it to release a thundering war cry.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as the intensity of the attacks doubled, causing him to compensate even further as his body screamed.


    No... Not... Yet! Samael thought.


    It seems he has no choice.


    He must use another Trump card.


    "OVERDRIVE!!!"


    A tremendous jolt of strength, speed, and pain struck Samael square in the face, nearly knocking him out.


    However, Samael stood steadfast as his bloodshot eyes shot a glare at the Queen, the sclera of his eyes turning red as his blood vessels popped.


    Before the Queen''s eyes, Samael''s figure vanished, appearing mere inches from her face as Samael spoke.


    "Radius."


    Planting his palm on the enemy, Samael felt a stream of essence flow through him, morphing into Void matter and strengthening him.


    The Queen of the Araneas wailed in torture as it rolled in a panic, uncaring for its wounds.


    But Samael remained strong as he held on, absorbing as much essence as he could from the enemy and turning it into his own.


    The Queen of the Spiders visibly lost weight, its armour luster dimming and cracking as it weakened, falling down with a loud crash.


    "Perish" Samael said as he rose up, his hand grasping the skin of the spider Queen as he stared straight into its eyes.


    "Ingrid."


    Unable to move, speak, or even scream, the Queen of Aranea''s inflated like a balloon, growing to a tremendous size.


    With one final glance, the abomination eupted into an explosion, its flesh being reduced to nothingness as it came down like a rain of ash.


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    It was over.


    Samael felt his body give as he buckled under his own weight. Unable to catch himself, he crashed straight to the ground, stirring the dust.


    Radius is another major skill of the Void element he has abstained from using before.


    Unlike the rest of his major abilities, Radius did not consume a large amount of essence. Instead, it absorbed essence from Samael''s enemy, changing that to its own.


    But such a skill also had severe repercussions.


    Radius would drain Samael''s stamina like a fire spreading in a forest, eating through him like a plague. If it''s unable to consume anything else, it will start inflicting damage on him and causing severe pain enough to incapacitate a dozen men.


    Pair that with the after effects of Overdrive and the use of his major evolution, All Seeing Eye, and the consequences are severe.


    Samael felt his vision blur, its edges darkening as the pain consumed him whole.


    Then, the dark took him once again.

 CH69-Meditation.

    As the siege preparations raged on, more and more soldiers arrived at Stellaris on wagons.


    They were swiftly sent to their respective camps. Not only that, but they were also organized based on their talents, fighting styles, and elements.


    Those who specialize in close combat are often placed at the front, where most of the dangers lurk.


    The ones with range capabilities are situated back to be protected from abomination attacks.


    On the other hand, the warriors who were tasked with the destruction of the decay spheres followed a different formation.


    They were going to utilize an ambush strategy to take the wolves by surprise. Due to this, their team was mostly composed of warriors who were fast on their feet and had knowledge about assassinations.


    Timeus took it to himself to create specialized training grounds for these people.


    The ones in the siege were being constantly trained in shield formations and controlled aggression. They were often put under intense pressure to stay longer in battle.


    Not only that, Timeus made sure to copy the cunning of the wolves and use tactics such as flanking, sacrificial assaults, emotional attacks and more.


    Meanwhile, the assassination squad was tested as their stealth and speed was challenged continuously. Their training was mostly trying to capture specific objectives unseen and taking down opponents with haste.


    As for Ajax, he was constantly fighting Merlin and Igram, ultimately putting his abilities to the test as the two shadows were formidable foes. It also served as training for the two spawns.


    The days within the camp were spent this way. Training and constant improvements. Everyone was ready to end this war.


    The production of the Siege weapons was nearly done. They have seen the weapons of war being delivered, sometimes tested in the fields.


    Mounted ballistas and other machines were also prepared and ready for combat. They were just finishing the manufacturing of the armor and shields the warriors will use, and the plan will undoubtedly commence.


    By now, it is estimated that the siege will begin a week from now. Ajax has been growing rather restless. Samael has yet to reveal himself, and he refuses; his disciple is dead.


    Ajax knew Samael like the back of his hand. He knew the boy would never die in some petty ambush. He was undoubtedly alive, somewhere out there.


    However, Ajax does believe Samael''s reason for hiding was to not alert the mole.


    Aside from training, he himself had gone undercover within the premises of the camp.


    He has secretly lurked in the libraries and information centers of Stellaris, keeping a low profile and making it appear as though he was focused on the battle ahead.


    Thus far, Ajax has concluded that the culprit was someone who can handle information well enough to not leave much evidence behind. This person must also have access to the archives.


    Ajax''s culprits were starting to be trimmed down. Currently, his doubts are falling on multiple people. Namely, the nobles, or Lucas.


    War was quite a profitable business. The warriors would kill using the weapons the nobles sponsored, and the loot they gathered all went to the aristocrats.


    Not to mention, it seems these nobles have quite the access to some sensitive information considering how close they were acting with Timeus.


    But a part of Ajax is still reluctant to make such claims. The nobles were indeed greedy at heart. But he also finds it hard to believe they can create such plans, much less put them into action.


    So if he were to rule out the aristocrats, his blame would fall on Lucas, Timeus''s personal assistant.


    Lucas had access to many facilities due to his standing. He had free reign over the information that went in and out. He was also the only person beside the general who could see what their next moves were.


    It was truly a convenient position to be a mole. Not only can he send out vital details to the enemy, but he can also go unpunished, as he can just burn any evidence that could lead to him.


    That being said, Lucas''s position was also quite special. For someone like him to get past Timeus''s inspections, he would either be truly skilled, perhaps absurdly skilled, or loyal to Tera''s cause. In which case, Ajax just can''t go and bust him.


    He will need sufficient and heavy evidence to pin down the bastard if ever he was a snake.


    Right now, Ajax is trailing the nobles and their every move. But so far, nothing has been established.


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    For now, he will remain sharp.


    ***


    Samael felt as though he was drifting, floating away in a place that does not exist.


    He felt at peace. Perhaps, all the fatigue he was enduring had come to an end.


    Yes... I think I''ll sleep for a little... Samael thought. However, a melodic voice echoed in his ears, resonating with his heart as though it had shocked him.


    "Then, can Samael promise me that... If you ever feel like all hope is lost, Can you vow that this necklace will serve as your guiding light?"


    This...


    "I know this place! My grandma used to always take me here!"


    This... Voice...


    "What are you humming to Samael?"


    Ah... Lilith...


    "Here, you can have this."


    I see...


    "Samael..."


    This is all a dream.


    Samael''s eyes flew open, revealing his crimson pupils. As he blinked a couple times, Samael could not help but release a deep breath.


    Samael slowly turned to his back, facing the towering trees above him, as he felt his body.


    That can''t be good Samael thought.


    His body was battered again. Small lacerations marred his skin, and his essence had dropped significantly. If it weren''t for his skill [Radius], he might not even be able to remotely move.


    Fortunately, it seems he had no broken bones or internal bleeding.


    Gathering his strength, Samael slowly rose up, a series of sharp stabbing pains smashing against him.


    Samael had to momentarily stop as he grasped the wooden bark of the tree beside him.


    Taking a few deep breaths, he composed himself as he continued to straighten his back.


    There is no way I can go out there and travel. I''ll be mauled by the first abomination that spots me Samael thought.


    Sweeping his gaze around, Samael finally saw the aftermath of their fight.


    Large craters riddled the forest with holes, spanning from inches to feets in size. Dozens of trees were uprooted and thrown into chaos, some impaling the ground while others crashed against their own kind.


    The ground had multiple ruptures, and the earth was soaked in the blood of the Araneas. It seems whatever was left died after the Queen''s final attack.


    On the brighter side, Samael survived the battle. There were no more Araneas, and the forest had effectively become a sanctuary in this cursed world.


    Making up his mind, Samael sat down.


    It would be best to stay here for some time. I''ll leave when my essence is enough and my injuries are somewhat recovered Samael thought.


    Even though he felt that time was of the essence, it would all be worthless if he died before he could leave this place.


    It appears the severity of his wounds was not as fatal as the ones he sustained before. Although they were indeed numerous in number, which makes it a pain in the ass,.


    Leaning back, Samael closed his eyes. For now, he will focus on meditating until he is able to go about his ways.


    Slowly, Samael''s body relaxed as it subconsciously moved itself to a better position.


    Feeling comfortable, Samael began to dive deep into his consciousness. There, he felt the familiar feeling of creating a connection.


    It was now another bout of trial and error.


    As Samael stabilized the connection, he went on yet another mystical journey.


    The body was like another world. The flow of essence in your blood alone was enough to pique your interest.


    However, this time he was not so easily fooled. Being too immersed was enough to shatter your connection. He must stay focused.


    That being said, Samael felt confused as he watched the steam of essence travel past him. It was much more tame and weaker.


    Is it because I used a lot of it? He wondered.


    Diving deeper, Samael saw a myriad of cracks in the "world" within him.


    Does it reflect my current condition? Samael wondered.


    As Samael allowed himself to be dragged by the current, he soon found himself at a point.


    It was where all the essences converged, smashing against each other like the waves in the ocean.


    It was a marvelous sight because the place seemed to expand far and wide. Like a collosal lake of darkness. Yet Samael found solace in it.


    Samael took his time as he watched the waves form and go, extending towards the other parts of his body.


    Some touched the cracks scattered around, providing care for them. Tending to them like nurses.


    Samael can instinctually tell the essence was healing him, just like the description of his ability [Regeneration] says.


    The process was soothing. A change he did not expect to meet in such harrowing predicaments.


    Watching the black pond move with the waves, Samael''s mind drifted towards the advice of the Codex to mend and control his power in a way he deemed fit.


    Does that mean to control the flow of essence? Samael thought as he watched the violent stream.


    Was it even possible?


    With a glance ahead, Samael approached the converging point of the currents as he focused.


    Little by little, Samael extended his connection to the waves and its flow, allowing himself to venture even deeper.


    The current was strong; it nearly knocked him away and dragged him to the depths, but Samael held on as he retreated.


    Taking deep breaths, he tried once more. This time, Samael steadfastly took the blunt of the stream, swiftly knocking his connection away.


    Samael jolted awake as his meditation ended abruptly.


    It seems my approach was wrong He thought.


    One more


    Closing his eyes, Samael established yet another connection. Soon, he found himself back in the same spot.


    This time, however, he had a different plan in mind. Using all the years of experience he had, Samael took on a more gentle and controlled approach.


    Instead of commanding his element, Samael chose to will it and control it.


    His element was not something he borrowed to command.


    It was his.


    The Void was him, as he was with the Void.


    Rather than standing against the flow of the Void matter in his veins, Samael slowly descended, submerging himself in its violent torrent.


    As he did, as if magically, its wild thrashing ceased. The current became tame and obedient as it carried him to the center.


    There, Samael knew the hard part was yet to begin.


    Mending and blending with the Void within him, Samael could vaguely feel the form and shape of the very pond he resided in.


    With all his focus, Samael attempted to bend and shape it as he wished, but to no avail.


    Samael soon buckled under its weight and was swiftly washed ashore by the large waves.


    However, he felt no frustration but rather was pleased. Every moment he spent within this space made him feel as though he was knowing another part of him.


    One he has yet to unleash.


    Samael knew it; he could feel that if he could move such bodies and powers to his very will, he would reach yet another stage of strength.


    A small, imperceptible smile made its way to his face as he thought.


    Again.

 CH70-Sharp.

    Ajax silently watched in the shadows as the nobles discussed leisurely, completely unaware of his presence.


    The more time Ajax spent watching these men, the more he thought it was unlikely they were the culprits.


    All the nobles did was gossip, eat their fancy cakes, drink wine, and bask in their riches. The typical actions of aristocrats.


    With a soft sigh, Ajax slid out of the tent, stealthily avoiding the guards on standby.


    Having enough of the nobles, Ajax speared a glance at the large tent in the distance. Perhaps it was time to investigate Lucas.


    Ajax has not remained idle. He has secretly observed Lucas''s schedule and habits.


    Based on what he gathered, Lucas was a clean and cautious man. Half the time, he was with Timeus, managing paper work.


    Once his shift was done, Lucas would often go back to his office at his own tent. Upon asking around, Ajax knew that Lucas strictly forbade anyone from entering, even the general himself.


    Apparently, he enjoys his "personal space." Timeus, the gentleman he is, respects this. With his approval, everyone has decided to leave the place alone.


    Ajax could not help but feel suspicious about it. Even if it sounds like a rational and normal reason, he still doubts.


    Thus, he plans to invade the place.


    Ajax hastily made his way towards Lucas''s tent, taking great care to avoid anyone who might recognize his face. Due to this, he was forced to take a few detours.


    As for why he decided now would be the best time, Lucas often leaves for work around this time of the day.


    Arriving at the assistant''s place, Ajax''s deductions were proven correct as he spotted Lucas exiting the tent.


    Lucas spared a few glances at his surroundings before walking away.


    Ajax sat still for a minute or two before swiftly making his way towards the entrance of the tent.


    For an extra measure, Ajax chanted.


    "Shadow trail."


    A single strand of shadow departed from Ajax''s sole, planting itself before the rest and blending with its surroundings.


    Shadow Trail will alert Ajax if anyone is approaching his location. He can also shift his consciousness to it and see what it is seeing.


    As the shadow settled, Ajax went on and slipped right inside, making sure to close the tent like Lucas left it.


    The interior of the tent was rather extravagant. Unlike Timeus, who was a fan of simple and neat designs, Lucas had greatly decorated his place.


    Paintings and other trinkets can be seen on his tables and walls. Lucas also had a real bed¡ªnot just some bunker, but one with a frame.


    Wasting no time, Ajax went straight for the wooden desk nestled in the corner of the tent.


    The desk was slightly inclined¡ªone made for writing. Under it were two cabinets locked tight, and in the far middle corner were a stack of documents.


    Carefully, Ajax took the stacks of paper and read them with sharp focus, taking great care to read between the lines for any hidden messages.


    However, much to his disappointment, everything was clear and normal. These were merely pieces of information about the recent arrival of machines and other miscellaneous nonsense.


    Setting down the stacks of paper, Ajax shifted his attention to the two locked cabinet drawers beneath.


    Casting a brief glance at the entrance of the tent, Ajax extended his astral compass forward, seeping through the gaps and examining the contents within.


    This... Ajax''s brows rose, revealing his aqua blue pupils for a brief moment.


    Inside the locked cabinet was another bundle of documents. Although he did not know their contents, it was already suspicious why they were locked away.


    Last he remembered, Lucas only managed the documents, not kept them.


    However, in the other cabinet, Ajax was unsure. Something within it was interfering with his astral compass. A feat not many can accomplish, further arousing his suspicions.


    Crouching down, Ajax took out an elongated piece of thin metal, carefully bending it to form a picklock.


    Slowly, he inserted it into the keyhole as he kept his hearing sharp for any clicks.


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    Ajax took a couple of minutes of twisting and turning, but eventually he heard a series of metal clickings before a loud tap reached his ears.


    The first drawer was opened.


    Being ever careful, Ajax refrained from diving in and instead inspected the surrounding compartment, making sure there were no traps or alarms he could possibly set off.


    Confirming it was clear, Ajax went ahead and took the stacks of letters and documents tied together.


    Taking a peek at their labels, Ajax found himself even more confused.


    Why does Lucas keep records of the siege formations and plans? I thought he gave away everything to the nobles. Ajax could not help but ask.


    Checking the rest of the documents, Ajax''s suspicions went to an all-time high.


    Among the papers he held were information such as the battle plans, the people involved in said formations, their elements, and even their ranks.


    Why would a mere assistant need such information if he was not a mole?


    However, Ajax also knew this wasn''t enough. Lucas could merely brush it off as part of his work.


    Then again, there was still one more drawer to check.


    Casting aside the stacks of paper, Ajax went ahead and picked up the cabinet, which took him another five minutes to open.


    He sure spent a lot on his security.


    Upon hearing a click, Ajax slowly opened the drawer, where he saw a peculiar object.


    It was a greenish glass sphere resting on a red cushion. Aside from that, there was nothing else of importance.


    Examining the orb deeper, Ajax took it to his hands, raising it before his face. Yet, he found nothing of significance.


    Tip Tap Tip Tap


    Ajax shifted his gaze to the entrance of the tent as he transferred his consciousness to his shadow. There, he saw Lucas approach the entrance of the tent.


    Ajax swiftly went into action as he put the contents of the cabinets back in their rightful place before locking them.


    He also made sure to put the stacks of paper back on their shelves before he dove into the shadows in the corner of the room.


    As Lucas entered, Ajax took the opportunity to slip out undetected.


    Lucas went straight for his table before he halted his movements, his eyes staring at the stacks of documents Ajax fixed.


    Without uttering a word, Lucas snatched the papers, hastily checking them one by one.


    "Fuck!" He spat in rage.


    Throwing the papers away, Lucas sprinted out of his place as he swept his gaze around. However, his efforts bore no fruit, as Ajax had already left.


    Observing from a distance, Ajax saw the spectacle.


    He is sharp, he thought.


    Ajax was fairly sure he did everything just the right way as Lucas left them, but even such slight imperfections were enough to reveal his presence.


    But now, Ajax was fairly sure Lucas was up to something.


    And he will find out.


    ***


    As the scorching heat of the sun continued to burn away at the desolate earth, a figure in the distance started to form, revealing Samael.


    Much like he decided, Samael stayed for a few days in the forest of Liliac and has now proceeded to make his way towards the Great Canyon of Eve.


    Unfortunately, Samael does not possess any form of information regarding that place. All he knows is that it''s a canyon.


    That being said, Samael was slightly hesitant, as the monsters there would surely have a mix of some a few ranks higher than him.


    When he left the Forest of Liliac, Samael was around 70% healed. How did he do so in such a short time?


    Aside from the fact that most of his injuries then were just lacerations and muscle damage, which could heal fairly fast with regeneration alone, Samael was able to do so with the help of meditation.


    Samael has been constantly training and inching towards his goal of mastering the power within him.


    In a way, Samael''s attempts to move the giant pond of essence inside him are another way to train his control, understanding, and overall affinity with his element.


    So far, Samael''s progress has been minimal. He was barely able to influence the currents themselves, much less the pond. But the effects were already showing.


    Samael felt as though his element had grown stronger the more he dabbled with his inner world.


    But as much as he wanted to stay, Samael had to keep moving as he also had other problems at hand.


    By now, roughly five days have passed since he departed from the forest. He has significantly crossed the distance and gained a lot of miles.


    Samael was constantly traveling; he was barely taking breaks, and by now, the heat was nothing to worry about.


    Samael had gained enough resistance to even fight under its influence. The same can be said for the freezing night.


    Using the map he procured, Samael was able to pinpoint the fastest route towards his objectives.


    Unfortunately, not everything was smooth sailing.


    The destruction around him has increased the further he has traveled. The amount of ruins was obvious, as was the scent of iron in the air. This slowed him down as the very earth he travelled on was ravaged to the ground.


    Not only that, but Samael has already encountered at least a couple dozen abominations on his way here.


    Some of them were nearly reaching the rank of ascended, which makes it all the more of a hard task to accomplish.


    But Samael was not complaining. All the constant attacks, battles, and ambushes he was experiencing were molding him to be stronger.


    He was gaining valuable experience and was learning more about himself and the ways he could use his body to fight.


    Samale has grasped how important using everything at your disposal is. Your surroundings, every inch of your body, and your weapon were all key factors that could change the tide of a battle.


    After spending weeks, if not months, here, Samael''s adaptation was progressing even further.


    His heart has settled and he has learned to react appropriately to the dangers threatening his life.


    Now, Samael does not feel the same gut-piercing anxiety when faced with an adversary far stronger than him. In fact, his body automatically focuses and sharpens whenever he is fighting.


    Perhaps he has now grown somewhat confident.


    Handling multiple opponents has become the norm for him. In fact, it allowed Samael to learn more techniques to handle them.


    Back to the talk of power: Samael''s essence was nearly full. Once he is done with it, he will start stocking up on his secondary tank.


    Crimson Raven has also finished healing and, in fact, has grown better these days.


    Regarding his physical capabilities, Samael was now far more resilient. His stamina has taken a huge leap.


    He only wishes it was enough to handle the threats he will face in the future.


    He also wishes whatever lay at the end of all this was worth the trouble he went through.


    Sometimes, he wonders what the war out there has become. Will he be too late? Will everything be gone once he arrives there?


    Samael did not know.


    And that is what motivated him even more.


    He was going to escape this place and finish this trial. He will lay waste to anything that hinders his path.


    He felt he was weak. Now, he''s given a chance to be better. To be stronger.


    He was a fool if he let such opportunities pass.


    No more shall he be a fool.

 CH71-Great Canyon of Eve.

    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he speared a glance at the tower over the horizon. Meanwhile, he sat on the dead body of an abomination, its vile blue blood staining Samael''s clothes.


    Samael was surrounded by multiple corpses of monsters, some of which he was familiar with, while the rest were new discoveries.


    Rising to his feet, Samael tucked away Crimson Raven as he strode forward, leaving the chaos behind.


    Samael has continuously kept improving and moving. He faced all the challenges before him with great resolve.


    If anything, what this place taught him was patience. The ability to withstand and wait for the right moment to strike.


    Today marked the start of the second month of his stay. Since leaving the forest of Liliac two weeks ago, Samael''s voyage seemed to have breezed by him.


    The days and hours seemed to drift away like the wind carrying the earth. Eventually, they would stack up, and weeks would go by unnoticed.


    Everything has been uneventful. Aside from the occasional encounter with monsters and the training, Samael found all else fleeting and boring.


    However, he remained focused on his objectives, making sure to keep his gaze in front of what truly mattered.


    The monsters were growing stronger by the day. Each mile Samael crossed was a step closer to his final destination.


    Taking out his map, Samael traced his finger over his location.


    Soon, I should reach the great canyon of Eve. What awaits me is yet to be confirmed, but I must remain sharp, Samael thought.


    If his estimations were correct, he should arrive there in the next three days. From there, if his travels were smooth, he should reach the ancient grounds of Uria, where the tower of Leo rests, in a week.


    Samael has been greatly preparing for the final battle that awaits him. He does not know the full power of this "winged beast," but if it was able to lay waste to a civilization, no matter how weak, it was still a force to be reckoned with.


    While wiping the blood off his clothes, Samael kept his pace consistent.


    As he travelled forward, Samael watched the skies darken and the hellish heat be replaced by the freezing cold.


    Samael would occasionally rest, meditating under the guidance of the moons above him, further strengthening himself.


    Afterwards, he would continue his travels even amidst the darkness and the stars, blending with the shadows where he belongs.


    Samael had no fear of the unknown. He was not bound by what is considered normal by mundane people. So he leverages this and excels further.


    The lack of light was never a problem for him, for the darkness was his light. The monsters lurking within it were nothing but creatures who dwell in it, but Samael? He was born in it, created by it,.


    So even in the lonely night, he goes. Marching towards his sole goal and purpose. To answer the call, yearning for him.


    Consumed by his mission, even the harrowing night was but a mere moment as the sun once again greeted the horizon. Its golden glow encompasses all before it.


    Samael, unaffected by its celestial power, remained steadfast, braving all the dangers this world could offer.


    He was nothing short of a calamity, for wherever he goes, death follows.


    With each step he takes, a corpse will fall. By now, it was almost fascinating how these creatures kept attacking him when the ones before them could not even lay a scratch on Samael.


    Samael may not know it, but as the bloodshed and the mountains of corpses he decimated piled up, a change within him was beginning once again.


    As for what this change may be, he shall know when the time is ripe.


    On the second day, Samael has begun to notice the change in his surroundings. He was now going downward. It was a clear indication that he was nearing his second destination.


    As he traversed the rugged terrain and shattered wasteland, he faced off with adversaries reaching the rank of Metamorphosis III.


    These were creatures that were soon to ascend and become stronger.


    Samael knew that with each passing moment, the stronger and more violent the trials ahead of him would be.


    But he has gotten used to it.


    So he kept his pursuit.


    Jumping over the rocks and steep hills, Samael soared even closer.


    He crossed bridges, jumped over ravines, and slid down hills of stones. He did not stop, even when the sun reached its peak. Even more so when the night casts shadows over the hills and peaks.


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    Samael did not tyre; he did not buckle, nor did he falter. He kept his eyes peeled at the front, watching every single second as he inched closer and closer.


    Samael finally arrived when the golden glow of the third day shone before his face.


    The great canyon of Eve.


    I have arrived, Samael thought.


    It was quite a marvellous sight. Such a bizarre formation. It was as though the seas had parted and solidified.


    As his journey ended, another one began. The final march towards the Tower of Leo.


    Taking a large breath, Samael set a foot forward, beginning his journey once more.


    ***


    Back at Stellaris camp.


    Around three days have passed since Ajax infiltrated Lucas''s abode. There he discovered the odd behaviour of the man.


    However, Lucas had caught on. He has become even more cautious and paranoid.


    Returning to the man''s place, Ajax found out the presence of several traps instilled within.


    But, as Ajax suspected, Lucas remained quiet. He did not tell a single soul of the incident that occurred, as it might incite Timeus to ask about his place.


    Due to this, Lucas''s complexion had worsened. Dark circles marred his eyes, and he had grown thinner.


    It was obvious that what Ajax did had put him on edge. Perhaps at this moment, Lucas was asking himself, Just how much did the burglar know and see?


    Ajax would leave that for him to ponder about.


    Unfortunately, no matter how sure Ajax was, he still did not have the appropriate evidence to punish the man.


    He did not have any knowledge about what the sphere he found was, nor did he have any proof of how the man was connected to all of it.


    Due to this, Ajax had no choice but to observe and prepare.


    By now, he was fairly sure there would be nothing else he could get from Lucas. The man had essentially put himself in lockdown.


    So now, Ajax could only prepare for the siege that was to come. He could only hone himself and be strong enough to handle the burden of this war.


    The production and preparation of the war machines were nearing their final stages. Ajax had seen them stored within the camp; they were practically ready.


    The warriors in training were now almost done. They know their positions and the missions they must accomplish.


    Everyone was simply waiting for Timeus''s verdict, and the full-on siege would commence.


    ***


    Samael''s footsteps echoed off the great canyon as he marched ahead.


    He kept his senses up, making sure to pay attention to even the slightest change in the wind.


    Samael did not know what to expect, which made him a bit more cautious than normal.


    The canyon was a great ambush spot; not only can aerial attacks succeed, but so can ranged ones, as the canyon offers high ground to enemies.


    With that in mind, Samael made sure to stay by the shadows, stealthily making his way through without alerting anything.


    As he kept his pace, the darkness soon befell the canyon, engulfing it in shadows.


    Due to this, Samael decided to take a rest and wait the night out, as he stayed under a large boulder.


    There, Samael meditated while keeping his focus on his surroundings.


    As the morning arrived, what he feared had come.


    Samael''s focus was shattered as he felt multiple presences above him, circling him like vultures.


    Sparing a glance up, Samael saw multiple winged abominations flying in a circular pattern.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he watched them, unsure of how to proceed.


    He did not have many aerial skills capable of taking down these creatures. His void fire was simply not fast enough to handle these creatures.


    That leaves Samael with one option. Lure them down.


    Stepping out of the shade, Samael released a loud roar. With the help of his ability [Encompassing Voice], luring the attention of the creatures hovering above him was but a walk in the park.


    With one glance, the abominations dove down with haste, jetting through the wind with their sharp beaks pointed at Samael.


    Knowing these were birds, Samael swiftly rolled to the side, avoiding the attack of the beast before it flew up again, confirming his suspicions.


    Watching another one approach him, Samael uttered.


    "Void Bind."


    As the creature swept by Samael, he threw the chains at the neck of the beast as he allowed himself to be dragged up.


    Noticing Samael, the creature flailed wildly, attempting to throw him off, but to no avail.


    Samael tightly held on to the onyx''s black chains as he rose higher and higher.


    Seeing Samael on their brethren''s backs, the other winged bastards swiftly came to aid their kin.


    Spotting the approaching monsters, a smirk made its way to Samael''s visage as he chanted.


    "Hover blades."


    Instead of three, four black daggers manifested in Samael''s hand, rotating calmly over his wrist.


    As the birds inched closer and closer, Samael tightened his grip as he swung up, letting go at the right moment and catapulting himself up.


    Free from Samael''s grasp, the bird he rode took a sharp turn, taking advantage of Samael''s weakness in the air.


    A fool it was.


    Converging his essence at one point, Samael released a large amount of essence at once, creating a small force.


    Utilising that force, Samael rotated mid-air, narrowly dodging the beak of one abomination as he threw one of the daggers after it.


    The black dagger streaked in the sky, hurling with speed as it impaled the winged beast.


    However, Samael was not done yet.


    Using Void Bind yet again to latch unto the birds, Samael swung around the sky, confusing the abominations with his actions.


    Keeping his calm, Samael swung his arm, greeting an approaching beast with a dagger and bisecting its head in two.


    Using the momentum of his swing, Samael threw his hand forward as he uttered.


    "Void Cleave."


    Two dark waves erupted from his hand, tearing a winged abomination in two before cutting the wings of the one behind it.


    Seeing its comrades die, the last remaining abomination refrained from approaching Samael, patiently waiting for him to fall down and die.


    However, as Samael reached near the cliffs, he threw another Void Bind, swinging by just fine as he landed down.


    Enraged, the winged beast released an ear-piercing caw as it dove down with utter ferocity.


    This time, Samael stood still, waiting for the beast to reach him.


    Seizing the opportunity, the abomination suddenly sped up, impaling Samael and throwing him back.


    Or at least, that''s what it thought.


    "Mirage."


    The abominations eyes widened as Samael''s figure glitched before fading away.


    In its confusion, a black axe cleanly severed its head as its corpse fell to the ground with a loud thud.


    "Return," Samael said as Crimson Raven flew in an arc before nesting in his hands.


    It was over.


    Coming closer to the dead birds, Samael could not help but wonder just how much stronger the winged beast was in the Tower of Leo.


    This won''t do, he thought.


    If he were to fight such a creature, Samael would need to improve his void cleave. He must increase its speed and strength to the best of his ability.


    Not only that, but Samael needed to accomplish one more thing.


    He needs a skill to beat the beast resting on the ancient grounds of Uria.


    Time was ticking, he must get to work.

 CH72-Success.

    Samael marched forward as his mind turned like cogwheels on a machine. He planned to create a skill and hone a pre existing one. However, doing it was a different subject.


    If I want to improve my Void Cleaves speed and strength, what can I do? He wondered.


    Void Cleave was simply Samael releasing a solidified wave of Void essence with a ton of force.


    Hmm, perhaps adding more essence during its release will make it better? He thought.


    Conjuring a Void Cleave, Samael swung his arm downwards, making sure to converge twice the amount of essence during its release.


    The Void cleave burst forward, smashing against the stone wall and leaving a large gash in its surface.


    No, this isn''t what I have in mind, Samael thought.


    Although adding more essence did in fact strengthen the attack, it was not nearly enough to be considered a change. Aside from that, it was way too wasteful for so few effects.


    What makes a knife dangerous? Samael thought. Perhaps the answer lay closer and in a far simpler method.


    Ultimately, it is because it''s a sharp Samael thought.


    Conjuring another Void Cleave, Samael carefully observed it. The attack often landed horizontally; it was straight and large.


    Maybe that is where the answer lies.


    Focusing his attention on the attack, Samael carefully compressed the attack, his grunts leaving trails of echoes.


    Giving it his best, Samael was only able to reduce the size of the slash by 20%.


    No, this isn''t enough. But right now, this is the best I can do, Samael thought.


    Throwing the slash forward, it left a far cleaner gash. There were fewer cracks, and the cut was deeper in comparison.


    Seeing this, Samael was pleased. But he could not help but feel as though the speed and power were still not enough.


    Sure, he can compress it further to reduce its air resistance and increase its edge, but even that will have its limits.


    What else can he do to make it better?


    Thinking about it, paper in itself is slow, as the wind would just slap it around. Another factor was its weight. But Samael has already covered that by condensing it further.


    Perhaps adding more essence and further compressing said attack will make it even stronger, albeit a bit more expensive.


    Unfortunately, he cannot answer that theory as of now, as he does not possess the ability to do such a feat, so he''ll have to wait.


    However, making the ability denser only solves one problem. How about speed?


    How about paper airplanes? They are made of paper, but they can reach far and even gain speed, Samael thought.


    What made a paper airplane go faster and reach such distances?


    Lost in his thoughts, Samael kept moving forward. He faced off with a couple monsters along the way, but his thoughts on the matter at hand remained steadfast.


    As the night approached fast, Samael sat on a boulder as he shot a gaze at the stars, contemplating the answer to his question.


    As the wind blew his hair, Samael savored every moment of it, ignoring the freezing cold it brought.


    As he did, Samael focused on the flow of the wind. It somehow resembled the way his essence flows, except there were no obstacles to hinder its path or slow it down.


    Samael''s eyes opened, a glint hidden behind his pupils.


    That was it! The problem lay in the blockade! Like his essence, there was no problem with the flow, and that allowed it to be violent and strong.


    However, Samael''s brows furrowed again.


    How can he solve that? It''s not like he can just take away the blockade; then what was the purpose of the ability itself if it didn''t have the skill in the first place?


    So, how can he lessen air resistance?


    Thinking back to the paper airplane analogy, Samael fell into another round of deep contemplation.


    What makes a paper airplane fly so fast and far? Using his new discovery, Samael rose up as he conjured a Void cleave.


    Spearing a glance ahead, he slashed his hand forward and sent the attack forward.


    The Void Cleave jetted forward, streaking through the wind and leaving a deep gash in the stone wall.


    Watching this, a small smirk made its way to Samael''s lips. He has found the answer.


    The answer lies in the shape of the attack. Sure, Samael can''t remove the attack completely, but he can reshape it.


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    A paper airplane was able to glide in the air with such elegance and speed because of how the wind would flow through it.


    Due to its unique shape, a triangular shape, the wind would just pass by with ease compared to a flat sheet that would be swept away.


    So, Samael reshaped the Void cleave to a crescent shape. This allowed the attack to have the same effects as the straight one but be faster and reach farther.


    Unfortunately, he cannot apply it in combat right now, as the time it took him to conjure one was already lengthy enough.


    There was much to be improved.


    Laying down, Samael closed his eyes.


    On to the next matter at hand: Samael needed a new skill that could strike aerial enemies down.


    Perhaps I can mimic an arrow. Samael thought.


    No, it won''t work. If I did that, what would make it different from Void Fire? Samael wondered.


    He needed something that could travel fast and cause high amounts of damage. But Samael already had an idea in mind.


    Like any weapon, may it be a knife, a sword, or a spear, they are all capable of dealing severe damage due to their sharpness. However, another factor that helps is the area of effect.


    Along with his newfound understanding of wind resistance, Samael has developed a skill in his mind.


    If he were to converge his essence at one point and give it enough pressure to burst forward, it would be able to deal significant damage. This was the function of [Null Thrust].


    Applying so much pressure to a single point was enough to shatter most armor and pierce through it.


    This was a great idea considering that if he were to make it ranged, it would be akin to a jet stream of water bursting from a pipe. Like the leaks in wine barrels, except far more violent and destructive.


    Such a small shape would allow it to converge at a single point but, at the same time, have little to no air resistance, meaning it would have speed.


    Now, the important question comes.


    How?


    How will Samael have such an ability? How will he put it to test?


    Samael sat up as he extended his arm forward. Shifting his focus to his hand, Samael closed his eyes, carefully feeling the stream of essence within them.


    A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he converged it on his palm before ejecting it.


    However, instead of a small jet of Void essence, it burst and came out, similar to a fire erupting.


    That won''t work, Samael thought.


    Perhaps he can artificially do it by using both hands as a way to compress it?


    Clasping his hands together, as though he were clapping, Samael left a small hole in the end as he once again converged his essence.


    Sensing it was enough, Samael let go.


    A jet stream of Void essence shot forward, traveling with enough speed that even Samael found it hard to follow until he focused.


    However, due to the strong pressure, Samael''s hands were knocked apart, destroying the stream.


    But Samael was not disheartened. For a moment, he managed to do it. He saw the outcome he desired.


    To make that dream a reality, Samael must hone his control even further.


    ***


    After his discovery, days passed by filled with curiosity and discovery.


    Samael was keen on developing the skills he envisioned to their utmost potential. Or at least how capable he is to make it.


    He has been training consistently, making sure to allot a specific time of the day for pure training. He even went so far as to do it while traversing the ruined world.


    The only time Samael would be found not working was when he was fighting monsters.


    Standing in the middle of the scorching sun, Samael gave his utmost focus as he condensed and reshaped the Void cleave before sending it barreling forward.


    The ability flashed by for a moment before a loud explosion whispered in Samael''s ears. Looking at the aftermath of the destruction, Samael smiled.


    He was nearing the end of the canyon and his final destination. His training was going so well that he is now able to compress the Void cleave by roughly 60% of its original mass. He can now do this with sufficient speed that he believes he can use it in combat.


    As for his skill in progress, Samael has yet to see any notification from the Codex pertaining to its creation.


    Samael was fairly sure that the Codex would only acknowledge it based on its effectiveness. To do that, Samuel must use it in a real fight.


    So, that he shall do.


    Two days from now, Samael will arrive at the ancient grounds of Uria. Before then, he will engage in battle with winged abominations and test the fruit of his labor.


    Although it was still unpolished, Samael was confident it would work. No, he must make it work.


    With excitement brimming in his heart, Samael went on in his journey to strength.


    As the freezing nights brought yet another wave of trials, Samael found it normal now. He has gotten used to its harsh winds and has become accustomed to them.


    Watching the moon in the sky, Samael decided, for the first time in a long time, to go to sleep.


    In his sleep, Samael relived his moments with Lilith. The only days in his life where he was free of pain and worries.


    The fleeting moments they spent together, the laughter they shared, and the stories they told all live in his heart.


    However, like every good thing, it ends as Samael opens his eyes to the cruel world he lives in.


    Watching the blue sky, Samael sighed.


    I''ve been dreaming about her more often lately, Samael thought.


    However, his thoughts were interrupted as multiple black creatures dotted the skies.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he rose up.


    Now was the opportunity.


    Watching the creatures circle in the sky, Samael roared with the help of the Encompassing Voice, luring their attention as a Codex panel warped before him.


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    The abominations gazes grew crimson as they released blood-curdling screeches. Without another word, they dove down with extreme haste.


    Seeing this, Samael dashed back multiple times, narrowly evading the plunge attacks of the beasts.


    As they circled for another attack, Samael prepared himself.


    Barreling down towards Samael, the beasts pointed their sharp talons towards him. However, Samael was ready for it this time.


    "Void Cleave."


    The winged abomination before Samael could not react as a black crescent wave flashed by them, passing through as though it were simply wind.


    Then, their world swirled.


    Samael watched as the abomination plummeted down, causing a small explosion as it impaled its beak through the earth, it''s headless corpse landing beside it.


    A wide, crazy grin made its way to Samael''s visage as he watched the dark wave travel far, cutting through multiple boulders like its butter before vanishing into thin air.


    One skill down, Samael thought as he spared a glance at the hesitant abominations in the sky.


    Smart, but just what I wanted, Samael thought as he slammed his hands together and spoke.


    "Nihility Surge."


    A jet black ray of Void matter burst forward, causing a small shockwave upon release.


    Samael''s grunts echoed as his feet slid back, causing cracks in the earth he stood on.


    His hands trembled for a moment as the ray of Void matter streaked towards the heavens.


    Unable to react at all, the flying beasts could only stay still as the attack tore a hole through them, ripping their flesh apart as it continued forward.


    Samael watched as life left their eyes before they plummeted down with a reckoning boom.


    Unlike his initial idea, Samael reduced the length of the attack. This means the duration of its release was shorter, and Samael did not have to compensate as much.


    As the dust settled, the blue screen of the Codex illuminated Samael''s pupils as a smile formed on his lips.


    He has succeeded.

 CH73-Trap.

    Samael''s travels were nearing their end as he crossed the desolate canyon inch by inch. Each step he took meant he was closer to his true goal.


    Samael did not know whether his preparations were enough. He did not know whether he would survive the final clash or how strong his opponent really was. However, Samael knows he won''t go down without a fight.


    He''s reached this far through sheer will to survive. That same will still burns in his heart, fueled by revenge and a promise.


    Samael knows that it is now that he must be the strongest.


    Sitting down under a shade, Samael meditated. An action he does not often do, especially since he got here.


    As for the reason, Samael believed it would be for the best to first heal himself fully. Not only that, but to fill up his essence and even his storage.


    This way, he won''t have to worry about worsening his condition or even underperforming. He will also have far more flexibility, considering he has a lot of essence to spare.


    Samael''s meditation took some time as he ensured that every gash and every scratch was treated, making sure that he was at his best. Once he had finished, he swiftly went and absorbed essence with the help of Conduit.


    As the morning sun greeted Samael''s visage, it marked the start of another day.


    As Samael opened his eyes, he stared off into the distance for a few minutes before rising up.


    It was time to enter the ancient grounds of Uria.


    After proceeding his travel upwards and through the hills, Samael finally saw a change.


    There were no more shattered buildings or craters marring the ground. The earth was not uneven, and it was made of a marble-like material.


    In the far distance stood multiple pillars, serving as the entrance to the Tower of Leo.


    Proceeding forward, Samael went and saw the Tower of Leo in clearer detail. It stood tall, piercing the black, disgruntled clouds, and he could see the shadows swirling in its clouds.


    "Winged beast," Samael muttered in a hushed tone.


    But, contrary to his expectations, there were no waves upon waves of monsters. There was no sea of abominations or a swarm of flying beasts.


    There was only the silence and the occasional streaks of lightning, leaving incandescent gashes in the sky.


    As he went even deeper, Samael came across a large staircase leading upwards. So he climbed it.


    As he did, he finally saw a glimpse of the world he traversed. Oh, how ruined it was.


    There was nothing but despair, death, and monsters roaming it. Samael had hoped that perhaps a trace of civilization would have survived, but no. It was clear that nothing was left.


    Focusing his gaze forward, Samael steeled his resolve, gathering his courage for the final battle.


    Walking on its marble floor, Samael could feel the immense call for him. It was there, above the tower, waiting.


    It was a beautiful humming. Melodic and gentle, it calmed his heart and soul. Yet at the same time, it sounded as though it was longing.


    As he reached the end of the stairs, Samael found himself before a wide circular stage, decorated in gold and jewellery.


    Samael could feel it. The moment he lays another foot forward, it will all begin.


    So he did.


    Stepping foot inside the circle, Samael could feel the wind grow violent, whipping his face and sending his hair back.


    Shifting his gaze above towards the clouds, Samael saw a great shadow slowly form before descending from the storm.


    There it was, a being twice as large as the wolf that nearly ended him. Its black body and scales glew under the streaks of lightning, illuminating Samael''s reflection.


    The beast had a large maw filled with sharp, jagged teeth, a crimson gaze, and a pair of wings acting as its hands.


    Judging by its aura, Samael deduced that its rank was nearing Enlightened. It was three leagues higher than him.


    The beast flew in an arc, swinging around the sky as though it were swimming effortlessly.


    However, Samael did not mistake its elegance for peace. He could clearly feel its malevolent intentions and its bloodthirst.


    "Codex, what is that beast?" Samael asked.


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    Redacted, huh, Samael thought as he brandished Crimson Raven.


    So it begins.


    ***


    "Move! Move!" A man roared.


    Multiple figures moved in waves as they piled up the lines, taking their positions and posts as they all wore the same armor and insignia.


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    Behind them, dozens of men pulled out large Siege machines along with ballistas three times their size.


    As Timeus approached the front, he cleared his throat.


    "Years ago, monsters swept us by surprise. They came hauling like waves in a stormy sea, devouring anything they lay their hands on," Timeus said.


    "The peaceful lives we led, the families we built and the culture we had, gone,"


    "They took everything! They left nothing but dust and death. Even when we begged, they did not listen," Timeus said.


    "These... things have no conscience. They have no emotions!"


    "So now, we bring the fight to them," Timeus said.


    "SOLDIERS! TODAY WE. TEST. OUR. STRENGTH!" He roared as he paced around.


    "WE WILL ENCOUNTER THE BIGGEST BATTLE YET!"


    "THERE WILL BE MANY CASUALTIES... BUT THEIR SACRIFICES WILL NOT BE IN VAIN!"


    "TODAY, WE MARCH TOWARDS OUR FREEDOM, FREEING OURSELVES FROM THE FEAR OF THE BEASTS TRYING TO TAKE OUR HOMES!"


    "EVERY MAN AND WOMAN WHO BEARS ARM WILL BE CONSIDERED HEROES! WARRIORS FIGHTING FOR WHAT IS RIGHT!"


    "WHAT WE DO TODAY WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY. IT WILL SHAPE THE FLOW OF THE WAR AND SHOW THAT HUMANITY HAS YET TO LOSE!"


    Striking his chest, Timeus roared with all his might.


    "FIGHT! FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM! FIGHT FOR YOUR FAMILY! FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT!"


    "FIGHT EVEN IN PAIN! FIGHT EVEN IN INJURY! FIGHT, EVEN IN DEATH!"


    "Because in the end, we burn to serve as the people''s light,"


    "Now, lets make them feel fear," Timeus ended his speech.


    A resounding cheer thundered in the air as Timeus left the stage.


    "GLORY TO TERA!"


    "FOR HUMANITY!"


    "KILL! KILL! KILL!"


    "KILL! KILL! KILL!"


    On his way down, he wore his white helmet as he mounted his horse.


    It was time.


    Raising his blade, the heavy gates of Stellaris opened, and the warriors flowed out in waves.


    They swiftly dispersed in their own directions as per instructions. The siege weapons were heavily guarded as well. Meanwhile, the ones in charge of taking out the rot spheres have already made their move beforehand.


    "We are nearing our destination." A voice spoke over a small device.


    "Understood, proceed as trained," another spoke.


    Multiple black figures swiftly hopped over the branches of the dead trees as they made their way towards the places marked on their maps.


    As they did, they gave each other a brief nod before blending with the shadows and encircling the lair.


    Without making a noise, one of the assassins dashed forward, slashing one of the wolves guarding the entrance in one breath.


    Noticing its comrade fall, one of the wolves opened its maw¡ª a blade pierced its chin, its sharp end protruding on the other side of its face.


    Signalling they were clear, one of the assassins pointed inside the entrance of the lair as he slowly approached it, stopping inches before it as the rest did the same.


    Giving each other assuring nods, the one nearest to the door clocked it open, slowly pushing it back as they slithered in like snakes.


    As they progressed deeper into the lair, the assassins made quick work of the wolves guarding the patrol.


    Knowing the intense sense of smell these beasts had, the assassins wasted no time as they rushed towards the centre of the room.


    Standing before it, they delicately pushed it aside, revealing an altar with a darkish pulsing sphere in the middle with vein-like roots spreading outwards and enveloping the room.


    Witnessing the density of the fog, the assassins took out the remnants they have and strapped it to their faces, allowing them to breathe easier.


    Confirming each other''s status, the assassins slowly made their way towards the altar, making sure each one was watching the other''s back.


    Standing before the sphere, the lead assassin took out his dagger as he raised his hand. With one grunt, he swung it down with full force, accompanied by a large swipe.


    "It is do¡ª" The assassin halted his words as his eyes widened.


    The sphere was undamaged. Not only that, but there was something else, something...


    Red.


    Looking at his hand, the assassin sweated bullets as he bit his lip.


    His hand was gone. Blood was sprouting out of it like a fountain, forming a puddle underneath him.


    "What the fu¡ª"


    A large shadow plunged out of the dense fog of decay, swiftly biting the assassin''s head and dragging him into the darkness.


    The other warriors hastily huddled up as they unsheathed their weapons.


    "STAND YOUR GROUND!" They roared as their eyes shifted back and forth.


    From the dense fog, a creature twice the size of normal imgrave wolves walked out, revealing a set of canine fangs.


    However, this one was vastly different. There were black veins pulsing in their skin, and their eyes were all dark. Drool slid down their mouths as though they were rabid dogs stalking their next victim.


    Without so much as a roar, the wolf lunged forward. The assassin up front swiftly rolled to the side¡ª another maw came out of the sea of fog and bit him in half, splattering his organs and blood around.


    The other assassins eyes widened as multiple other wolves came out, all the same as the rest, their growls emanating in the altar room.


    The assassins could only watch as the wolves approached, their black eyes reflecting in their pupils, before the darkness took them.


    ***


    Timeus halted his steps as the Remnant in his pocket vibrated. Taking it out, he saw an incoming transmission from one of the assassins.


    "...The spheres are no more," the voice said.


    Timeus speared a glance forward as he visibly saw the fog thin down, being swept by the wind and making way for his soldiers.


    "Understood, leave that place now and rejoin us," Timeus said before the transmission ended.


    "PROCEED! THEY HAVE SUCCEEDED!" He roared.


    In the shadows, Ajax''s brows furrowed as he heard the transmission. He could faintly sense an odd peculiarity in the voice of the caller.


    Something was wrong; that is what his gut was telling him.


    However, he cannot just leave his post. But he does not have to.


    Summoning Igram, Ajax sent the shadow spawn towards one of the altars, telling it to do so in haste.


    As the shadow made its way towards one of the spheres, Ajax saw through its eyes the dead wolves outside.


    However, before he could confirm anything, the warriors had already moved in waves as they crossed the forest and into the fields.


    Ajax could only tighten his grip as he followed suit.


    With Timeus''s command, a plethora of spells and arrows rained down from the forest, impaling and destroying every wolf present.


    Thundering explosions shook the earth as smoke rose in the air. The howls of the abominations whispered in everyone''s ears as their skin burned and their flesh exploded.


    After another wave of attacks, Timeus blew a horn.


    "CHARGEEE!!!" The warriors roared as they burst out of the tall trees, their shields slamming against the weakened wolves and crushing their skulls against the ground.


    The remaining abominations outside ran back inside the fortress, leading the troops to cheer in victory over their first fight.


    On the other hand, as Igram dove deeper into the premise, he trailed the corpses and soon found the altar room.


    The room was dark and filled with fog, contrary to what the assassins said.


    Peering into the shadows, Ajax''s eyes widened.


    As the cheers raged on, Timeus rode forward and raised his blade, luring everyone''s attention.


    "FOCUS! THE BATTLE IS YET TO END! IN YOUR POSITIONS!!!" He commanded with great authority.


    The soldiers ran to the field, making their way across its vast expanse.


    In its midst, Ajax saw this and swiftly dashed forward as he screamed on top of his lungs.


    "NO! DON''T GO¡ª"


    BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!


    Timeus flinched as a warm liquid splattered on his face, flowing down and staining his armour.


    Touching it, he saw crimson.


    Blood, it was blood.


    Multiple explosions reverberated in the air as screams of fear, pain, and agony left trails of echoes.


    But this time, it was not their doing.


    From the ground, rapid, continuous bombs set off, blowing the warriors close enough and sending their dead corpses billowing.


    Some fell wide open, throwing the soldiers in a free fall before their bodies were impaled by poisoned spikes.


    Timeus could only stare blankly as he watched a man crawl to him, crying as half his body was blown away, his intestines slithering in the decaying earth.


    At that moment, he understood Ajax''s worries.


    It was a trap.

 CH74-Void spawn vs Wyvern.

    As the harsh winds bellowed and the lightning left illuminated gashes in the sky, Samael stood alone before an abomination that laid waste to an entire civilization.


    Yet, at that moment, he felt neither fear nor anxiety. Samael felt inexplicably calm and focused. As though something heavy was at stake. Instinctually, he can feel it is because of the calling.


    Tightening his grip on Crimson Raven''s hilt, the peculiar skull mark in Samael''s back hand slowly slithered up, extending and dispersing like strands etched in his skin.


    "Void Augmentation."


    Samael''s hands morphed black as Void essence seeped out of his body, enhancing his strength and overall power.


    Just as he changed, Crimson Raven too underwent massive changes as the blade took on its much more ferocious form.


    But contrary to Samael''s expectations, the wyvern simply stayed mid-air, swirling around.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as his Void compass detected multiple presences approaching fast.


    Slowly, the ground under his soles trembled, each second gaining strength, until three creatures sprung out of the earth.


    These abominations were different; they did not fight or even have hostility for each other. Not only that, but it almost looked as though they were guarding the wyvern.


    Well, they were guarding it.


    It sent it''s lackeys thinking they''re enough to take me? Samael wondered.


    Then again, Samael''s rank was no doubt stuck at Metamorphosis due to his ascension. Anyone would believe that being a rank higher than him is more than enough to end him.


    The three creatures looked humanoid in form, albeit grotesquely misshapen. Their arms were long enough to nearly reach their ankles, and they stood towering at nearly 8 feet tall.


    They were wrapped in clothes stained by puss and blood, looping all around their skinny bodies. But what really piqued Samael''s curiosity was that they had no eyes.


    The three surrounded Samael, leaving no gap for escape. Seeing this, the Wyvern gave a mighty roar.


    Upon hearing this roar, the three abominations lunged forward with tremendous speed.


    However, Samael was already used to such feats. This one was no different than the rest.


    As the beast in front of Samael inched closer, he swung his arm three times, each in different directions.


    "Void Cleave."


    Three consecutive explosions rocked the ancient grounds of Uria as the first abomination''s arm, leg, and shoulder were cut off, flying in the air and staining the ground in its filth.


    However, the creature was still alive and barely showed any symptoms of pain. It desperately tried to hop towards him, nearly stumbling a few times.


    Heeding the call of his Void compass, Samael dove down, avoiding one of the creature''s claws.


    Countering its attack, Samael dragged his foot in an arc, sweeping the creature off its feet.


    Using the fall of the beast, Samael swiftly pivoted and delivered an upward kick, his foot smashing against the skull of the abomination.


    Readying his weapon, Samael flinched as he dashed back, narrowly dodging one of the creatures as it landed face first on the earth.


    Noticing this odd behaviour, Samael''s gaze narrowed.


    They''re not agile or nimble, but their vitality makes up for it, he concluded.


    It seems it was time to use some heavy-hitting skills.


    "Void Cleave."


    Five consecutive slashes struck the fallen beast in haste, tearing off its limbs and head within a second.


    However, Samael''s eyes widened as the creature''s torn body parts started to squirm and move towards him.


    "Abyss spikes."


    The minced parts were swiftly impaled by onyx black spikes protruding from the ground, hanging them, yet they continued to move like worms.


    "Void bar."


    Summoning two dark rods, Samael threw them at the squirming body parts, and to his suspicions, they stopped dead.


    These aren''t living creatures. These are puppets! Samael thought.


    Sparing a glance at the Wyvern flying in the air, its eyes turned crescent in shape.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael kept himself calm.


    If it wants to play, then let''s play, Samael thought.


    "Void Flow."


    On cue, Samael''s body lightened as he vanished, followed by multiple thunderclaps.


    "Void Bar."


    Samael''s voice echoed as multiple dark bars impaled the flesh puppets, falling down like judgement and pinning them to the ground.


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    Stopping to a halt, the flesh puppets were all defeated, staying still as though they were dolls.


    Switching his gaze at the Wyvern, Samael clicked his tongue as multiple flesh puppets burst from the ground.


    However, this time, these creatures wore something.


    Clothes? Samael was in confusion as he easily dodged the attacks of the enemy.


    Further observing the puppets, Samael''s gaze widened.


    These creatures wore clothes, undergarments, and even accessories.


    These... Are these the people who lived here once...? Samael realised.


    Staring at their faceless heads, Samael could almost feel the agony behind them. The torture they must have endured.


    This also means one thing.


    There must be an entire civilization buried underneath him.


    Looking at the marble-like floor, Samael gritted his teeth as he bound them down in one fell swoop.


    Casting a glare at the flying abomination, Samael''s eyes flickered.


    "All seeing eye."


    Samael''s hand balled to a fist as he felt the intense drain of the ability, yet he did not stop.


    Staring at the creature, Samael''s pupils shrank as he saw a plethora of lines all coming from the wyvern and to the ground beneath him.


    There was no way Samael could sever all of it manually.


    Looking at the Void bars holding the puppets in place, Samael''s eyes glinted.


    Clasping his hands together, Samael channelled roughly 20% of his total essence as he produced multiple giant pillars of Void matter.


    These pillars embedded themselves in the ground with a large explosion. On cue, the stream of essence powering all the puppets underneath the ancient grounds was cut.


    Samael was already able to create void bars. A pipe like solidified Void matter is capable of disrupting energy flow. At this point, nothing was stopping him from creating larger versions of it.


    As the skill landed, words slowly formed in Samael''s mind as a codex panel warped before him.


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    Seeing this, Samael spoke.


    "Hollow Pillars."


    As he did, the pillars grew purple as lines etched in their surface glew incandescent, each connecting to the rest and forming a zone.


    Feeling its connection shatter, the Wyvern''s joy was burned to the ground as it released a bloodcurdling roar.


    However, Samael remained unfazed. He steadfastly braved the intimidation of the beast before him.


    Lowering his stance, Samael braced himself as the Wyvern rose up before taking a sharp dive.


    As it neared, Samael threw seven consecutive Void Cleaves, the attacks flashing through the wind and towards the wyvern.


    Spotting the attacks, the beast halted its flight and opened its maw, its mouth glowing yellow as a burst of flame shot off of it.


    The flame and the Void cleaves struck each other, causing large explosions mid-air.


    Taking advantage of the smoke, Samael dropped down to his stance as he catapulted himself through, tearing a hole and closing the distance with ease.


    But the Wyvern was ready as pillars of rock hauled at Samael.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he twisted his body, the large chunks of stone grazing his arm.


    With his momentum lost, the Wyvern swooped in and threw a large slash, intending to shred Samael to pieces.


    "... Nihility..."


    "Surge."


    The Wyvern''s demonic eyes widened as a jet of Void matter whipped it straight in the face, carving a straight line from its jaw to its left eyebrow, completely blinding one of its eyes.


    At the same time, Samael''s figure was pushed back by the recoil of the attack, allowing him to dodge the slash of the beast.


    Landing on the ground with a loud boom, Samael rolled off the marble before jumping up and landing on his feet.


    The wyvern released a screech of pain as it flailed in the air, causing chaos and mass havoc as it destroyed everything in its path.


    Now! Samael thought as he dashed forward with one forceful step.


    Closing the distance with ease, Samael raised his blade¡ªmultiple collosal stone spikes burst from the ground, forming a forest-like zone and knocking Samael back.


    Rising from the rubble, Samael cracked his neck as he extended his Void compass.


    Adhering to its warning, Samael used Void latch as a sling and propelled himself up, avoiding the sea of flames that came after.


    Seeing Samael fly high in the air, the Wyvern pointed its mouth up, its scorching flames slowly approaching Samael.


    Raising his hands up, Samael uttered.


    "Void Aegis."


    The flame collided with the shield, igniting it purple as Samael pushed it forward.


    As the Void Aegis marched forward, Samael swiftly burst into a flock of Raivens as he made his way towards the abomination, coursing through the gaps of its claws.


    Converging to form Samael''s figure, he clasped his hands together.


    "Nihility Surge!"


    Another burst of the Void stream shot forward, causing a small shockwave and pushing Samael back.


    Unable to react on time, the jet stream drilled through Wyvern''s cheeks, tearing its cheek open and showing its large fangs.


    Blinded by the pain, the beast flapped its wings, causing a massive surge of wind that nearly knocked Samael off his feet.


    As the beast flew high, Samael clasped his hand once more. However, before he could even utter the attack, the Wyvern shot a myriad of sharp boulders from its wings.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he backflipped and dashed back, dodging the boulders exploding on the ground one by one.


    By the time he was done, the wyvern had regained its distance and had recovered from the pain.


    It glared at Samael with hatred brimming in its depths as its nose billowed smoke.


    "Angry? Then come and get me," Samael taunted.


    The Wyvern released a loud roar as it dove towards Samael, constantly releasing spikes and sending them forward.


    Left with no choice, Samael weaved back and forth, avoiding one boulder after the other.


    Nearing Samael, the wyvern released a river of fire, engulfing and melting the ground under its fury.


    However, Samael, who has experienced and gotten used to the scorching heat of the sun, was not swayed by this as he propelled himself up and rotated mid-air  each time he threw a Void cleave.


    Using a wall of stones to block the attack, the abomination sent a shockwave through it, shattering it and sending a rain of stones to Samael.


    Cussing under his breath, Samael spoke.


    "Void dome."


    A spherical black barrier erupted from Samael''s body, shielding him from the storm of stones.


    As it subsided, Samael was forced to abandon his shield as he cast a mirage. Seconds after he left, a large spike erupted from the ground, shattering the dome like glass.


    In its chaos, Samael sprinted forward, closing the distance as he threw Crimson Raven in an arc.


    The blade of the axe breezed through the scales of the Wyvern, cutting through them and leaving deep gashes.


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    The Wyvern''s body shook as it released a thunderous scream, shaking the temple as it clawed its wounded abdomen, as though taking out the harmed parts was going to get rid of the pain.


    Seeing the myriad of panels, a smile made its way to Samael''s face.


    The fight was nearing its peak.

 CH75-Man Vs Beast.

    "Tim... eus...!"


    "T...imeu...s!"


    "Timeus! Snap out of it!" Ajax roared as shadow tendrils busted from his back, swiftly dragging and throwing away the warriors in the field.


    Unfortunately, no matter how strong or fast he was, there were still many who did not make it out.


    Rapid explosions and earthquakes shook the ground as traps of all kinds springed forth, bringing devastation to their ranks.


    Some of the warriors were blown to pieces, giving them swift deaths, while others fell into holes filled with poisoned spikes, tormenting them before taking their lives.


    Timeus watched the chaos unfold before him as Ajax''s knuckles struck him in the face.


    "Move!" Ajax said.


    Timeus blinked a couple times as he clenched his jaw. Gathering his wits, he dashed forward and took as many as he could.


    "GET OUT OF THE FIELD!" He roared.


    Unfortunately, the problem has just begun.


    Before the soldiers could enact his command, a horde of wolves sprinted from the fortress, mowing down the warriors one by one.


    Panicked, the soldiers hastened their pace, ending in more casualties as the traps took them out.


    Timeus eyes were wide open as he watched the hopeless men he trained perish so pathetically. It was as though their preparations were all a joke.


    Gritting his teeth, Timeus raised his blade.


    Seeing the order, the warriors who did not enter the field closed their eyes as the sound of machine cranked behind them. As Timeus''s blade descended, multiple shots from the siege weapons and ballistas were fired.


    Their munitions darkened the sky as the hopeless warriors watched it befell them, shattering the ground in thunderous explosions, taking out not only them but the hordes of wolves massacring them.


    As the dust rose in the sky, the stench of blood also lingered in their noses. But they could only steel their resolves, as this was war. Some sacrifices were a must.


    As the rain of fire ended, the traps were all finally disabled. Yet, no one dared to proceed, as they could only focus on their dead comrades.


    Timeus wore a stone cold look as he roared. "MOVE!!! INTO POSITIONS!!!"


    The warriors tightened their grips as they marched forward, toppling over their dead as they positioned themselves.


    As soon as the siege machines were in place, Timeus watched the towering steel abodes of the beast that caused all this war.


    Upon his signal, the siege machines fired a barrage of attacks on its walls, marring its surface in cracks.


    Timeus kept the order firm as the warriors shot one round after the other, shattering some parts of the fortress.


    Ajax watched the chaos ensue before his eyes. There was nothing he can do.


    However, his visage soon darkened as he felt a presence enter the range of his Astral compass. One soon became two and two became four.


    Slowly, the numbers of the wolves toppled over the hundreds and soon the thousands.


    Realising this, Ajax roared. "ENEMIES INCOMING!"


    Timeus briefly shot a glance at Ajax before he switched his attention to the steel walls of the fortress.


    Multiple consecutive bangs reverberated in the air as the walls collapsed, stirring the dust as a horde of wolves burst outward.


    "BRACE!!! HOLD YOUR GROUND!!!" He roared as he stabbed his weapon on the ground and uttered.


    "Ice surge!"


    Upon his words, a plethora of collosal ice spikes rooted from the ground, taking out dozens of wolves in one swoop. However, this did not halt their advance.


    As the Shield wielders positioned themselves up front, the ranged units started casting one spell after the other.


    All forms of attacks littered the sky in their brilliance as fire, lightning, water and even wind rained down.


    The wolves fell like feathers on a dying chicken as they were run over by the warriors.


    Unfortunately, their number was too vast.


    One shattered head would simply be replaced by two more. Their charge remained unhindered as the beasts leaped through the fire like mad dogs.


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    Seeing this, the tanks braced for the worst as they enforced their bodies with their own abilities.


    As the horde neared, cold sweat trickled down their foreheads and their backs.


    Watching the sea of monsters launch at them, the warriors unsheathed their weapons and roared.


    A violent collision occured between the two sides as the wolves were stopped in their tracks by the wall of shields, shattering their skulls and limbs like chalk.


    Seizing this chance, the warriors swiftly countered using their spears and blades, impaling and slashing whoever was unfortunate enough.


    Blood, guts, and sweat painted the decaying earth crimson as bodies piled like snow, forming small mountains of corpses.


    The ballistas and Siege machines kept their pressure, bursting the wolves coming out of the lair.


    However, just as they thought they were winning, the wall of shields was breached.


    Large wolves, three times the size of the normal ones, lunged from the crowd, hammering and sending the shield walls in their path flying.


    The wolves were exactly like the ones in the temples, with black, pulsing veins marring their skin and flesh.


    "KILL IT!!!"


    "ARGHH! SHIT! THEY''RE GETTING THROUGH!"


    "MY ARM! AHHHH!!!"


    Screams and wails of pain replaced the war cries as the wolves swiftly widened the hole, charging through and mowing down the fighters.


    Left with no choice, the shield bearers dropped the formation as they engaged in close combat.


    It was apparent the wolves were targeting the weapons they had and the ranged casters near them. Now, the only thing separating them is the second line of fighters.


    "DO NOT LET THEM THROUGH!!!"


    "FOR TERA!!!"


    "ARM YOURSELVES!!!"


    The sound of steel blades clashing against flesh and bones ringed in the air as rivers of blood formed puddles throughout the field.


    With Timeus''s lead, he bravely faced the larger guardian wolves.


    With his large white greatsword, Timeus parried and went on the offensive, pushing back the giant wolves on his own.


    Timeus weaved back and forth, dodging their attacks as he countered.


    "Flash freeze!"


    On cue, the ground was frozen solid by ice, trapping the guardians as he flew up and delivered heavy rotational strikes, bisecting them in two.


    Using his momentum, Timeus utilised the weight of his weapon to toss and turn. However, the wolves were not backing down so easily either.


    Using their agility to their advantage, the guardians often repositioned behind or beside Timeus, delivering constant slash attacks and sometimes nicking his armour.


    Eventually, some of their persistent charges passed through the general''s defence. Shallow and deep cuts etched through his flesh as Timeus gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain as he felt his wounds decay.


    "Cold mist!"


    A fog of ice cold mist struck the area near Timeus, confusing the Wolves as he drilled through them.


    Corpse after corpse fell limp as half their bodies were thrown away, smashing against their kin.


    But as the duration of the mist ended, the guardians lunged forward, delivering their full weight behind their attacks.


    Seeing this, Timeus had no choice but to raise his blade and form a makeshift shield.


    As the two collided, Timeus was sent skidding back as he felt his arms tremble. Not only in fatigue but in pain.


    Regaining his composure, Timeus pivoted and delivered a slashing attack, slicing one of the guardians in half.


    However, one of the abominations charged forth and struck Timeus square, catapulting him through the earth.


    Timeus grunted as he struggled to rise up, his wounds aching and burning severely.


    This caused him confusion, as the decay of wounds caused by these bastards was never enough to do this much harm.


    Staring at the approaching guardians, Timeus wielded his blade once more.


    Then again, these were different.


    With a mighty roar, Timeus dashed forward but was halted when a burst of flame engulfed the guardians, scorching them to ashes.


    "This..." Timeus muttered.


    "You''ve grown weak, old man," Erubin said, his blade burning bright red.


    "Erubin," Timeus said.


    "Save the talk for later; we have a war to win," Erubin told him.


    Timeus gave a silent nod as he straightened his back.


    Soon, multiple beasts approached them, circling them like they were prey.


    The two stood side to side as they charged forward, cutting through the wolves like they were nothing but butter.


    Timeus would slow them down as Erubin ignited them in flames, ending them and leaving nothing but ashes.


    Erubin swung his blade tirelessly, his eyes dark and unyielding. Timeus could only hope he will not do anything foolish.


    Back on the field, Ajax was unable to help the warriors as he was vital to the generals plan.


    It was made clear that he would only fight personally when the time was right.


    But was it the right choice?


    All these men are dying needlessly for a war they never wanted, all so they can end it and rebuild the lives they lost.


    They never wanted to kill abominations, they never wanted blood shed. All these creatures had to do was leave their home alone and they will not do a single thing.


    They would return and rebuild what they destroyed.


    But no, these monsters never wanted to coexist. They only wanted to kill, kill and kill. A never ending cycle of violence and death.


    In the end, these abominations are no different than those bastards Ajax thought.


    Was he supposed to just watch this bloodshed occur? Was he supposed to just watch these warriors sacrifice their lives?


    Tightening his grip, Ajax spoke.


    "Blooming darkness."


    For a moment, the battle was halted as a giant flower made of shadows sprung from the ground, opening and releasing hundreds of petals in the wind.


    The wolves could not help but watch these petals fall, some touching their bodies. However, their attention was soon drawn back to the battle when nothing happened.


    It was over for them.


    "Bloom."


    The flowers touching the wolves started to stem out, forming a beautiful black flower.


    Confused by these distractions, the wolves tried to remove them, but to no avail.


    With one snap of his fingers, a wolf before a warrior bloated and exploded into a mist of blood, painting him red in its colours.


    Seeing this, the wolves tried to claw out the flowers in a panic, but it was too late.


    One by one, those infected by the attack blew into pieces, raining back down and filling the air with the stench of iron.


    Seeing this, the warriors shot a look behind them as Ajax slowly stepped out. Slowly, he unsheathed his weapon as he spoke.


    "Shadow blade."


    Long swirling shadows latched itself in Ajax''s blade, strengthening its power and durability.


    "That''s... That''s the shadow, Saint..." A man spoke.


    "TAKE UP ARMS AND RALLY WITH THE SAINT!!!" A warrior roared.


    With Ajax''s appearance, the field was filled with loud cheers and war cries as they picked up their weapons and followed him.


    Seeing the sudden rise in morale, the wolves growled as they steadily walked back, backing away with their tails behind their legs.


    Summoning his shadows, Ajax speared a glance ahead, into the darkness before him.


    Timeus''s plan has failed. These men and women were dying for nothing. He can''t just stand and watch.


    So, if the abomination that invaded Tera would not leave its domain, Ajax would kill its kin without stop.


    He will lay waste to the foundations they built. He will end the very pack it adores, and he will trample over their corpses.


    If the beast has no reason no leave...


    Then he will give it one.

 CH76-Mother.

    Samael tightened his grip as he felt Crimson Raven tremble in his palms, as though it just had the most satisfying meal of its life.


    "There''s more to come, buddy," Samael whispered.


    Shifting his gaze ahead, the wyvern emitted a loud roar as it shattered everything near it. However, nothing he does will lessen the pain.


    Samael seized the opportunity as he casted.


    "Void bind."


    A plethora of jet black chains sprung from the ground, latching onto the Wyvern and searing its scales.


    With one forceful kick to the ground, Samael jetted forward. Using his Void compass, he avoided the frenzied strikes of the beast as he closed the distance.


    Using the chains, Samael pulled with force, prompting the beast to lower its right wing as Samael slammed his palms together.


    "Nihility surge!"


    A blast of Void matter blasted from his hands as it tore a hole straight through the wing of the abomination. But Samael was not done yet as he dragged his arm up and down, cutting and tearing the entire arm completely.


    The wyvern released a thunderous cry of pain, sending massive shockwaves throughout the ancient grounds.


    Its entered a frenzied state! Samael thought.


    The wyvern, with its newfound strength, swiftly broke through the chains and whipped its tail in an arc.


    Samael''s Void Compass sent warnings as he propelled himself up, narrowly avoiding the attack. However, his gaze widened as he met face-to-face with a stream of fire.


    "SHI¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short as he formed a makeshift shield.


    Upon collision, Samael was thrown back as he descended like a meteor in the sky, burning.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael released a pulse of Void matter, shattering his ability [Void skin] and ridding himself of the flames.


    I thought my Void skin would protect me, but it seems some still got through. Samael thought in exasperation as he regenerated his scorched abdomen.


    The wyvern, not giving him time to heal, lunged forward, plowing through the marble floor like a tornado.


    "Mirage!" Samael spoke as he dashed to the side.


    The beast, blinded by pain and rage, bit through the false clone.


    Seeing its vulnerable position, Samael swung his arm rapidly.


    "Void Cleave!"


    Five consecutive Void cleaves streaked through the wind, each and every single one landing on the abominations scales, leaving its flesh with deep gashes as it bled down the ground.


    A grating screech echoed off its lips as it spewed fire everywhere, creating a tsunami of heat and destruction.


    However, Samael leveraged this as he cast.


    "Void Aegis!"


    A solidified circular shield sprung from Samael''s hand, tanking the flames as it grew purple fast.


    "Release!" Samael roared as he pushed forward, sending the shield billowing as it crashed and threw the beast off balance.


    Dashing through the flames, Samael ignored their heat as he dragged Crimson Raven''s edge through Wyvern''s leg.


    The abomination hastily smashed Samael''s position, only to miss. With its leg injured, it soon buckled under its weight and kneeled.


    Utilizing his weapon, Samael burst into a flock of ravens as he soared in the sky.


    Seeing the birds hovering above, the wyvern blew another jet of flames. But before it could land, another steam of Nihility surged through the flame and straight into the eyes of the beast, blinding it completely.


    Unfortunately, the attack was not enough to pierce through its head as the abomination jerked its head away.


    Blind and frenzied, the wyvern released a loud humming noise as the ground shook violently, nearly tripping Samael.


    Samael''s Void compass rang warnings of impending danger, and Samael himself could feel something was coming.


    Extending his Void compass further, Samael''s eyes widened as he shot a look upwards.


    Slowly, the sky darkened as a large, solid chunk of rock descended from the stormy clouds. It was like a meteor was falling down.


    Is it... Committing suicide?! Samael thought in bewilderment as he shot a look at the Wyvern.


    It was weakening, its aura was shallow, and it was slumped down the ground. However, it wore a smirk, thinking it would take everything with it to hell.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael shot a look at the falling attack as it started to burn due to its speed.


    I have no choice! It''s now or never! Samael thought.


    Clasping his hands together, Samael spoke.


    "Nihility surge."


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    A violent beam of Void matter projected from Samael''s hands, pushing him against the floor as his legs shook under the pressure.


    However, Samael remained steadfast, not ending the ability and, in fact, pouring more essence into it, further increasing its power.


    Samael could feel his skin start to tear as the stream burst, appearing like an onyx black beacon apparent for the world to see.


    Unable to take the pressure, Samael''s body slammed against the ground, shattering it as he slowly got pushed down.


    "ARGHHHHHH!!!" Samael roared as the beam gained speed.


    For a moment, time seemed to slow down as the two closed to each other. Then...


    BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!


    An ear-shattering explosion ignited in the sky as the beam shattered the rock, fragmenting it to pieces as it fell down like fireworks.


    Ending the attack, Samael''s hands fell beside him, bleeding and trembling. His skin had gone, exposing the muscles beneath it.


    As the rain showers of stones and boulders traveled hundreds of miles, abominations of all kinds saw their display.


    It was an awe-inspiring sight to witness. Like fireworks in the sky.


    Samael remained still as the fragments crashed across the ancient grounds, some near him and some far away.


    The wyvern, on the other hand, could only glare in frustration as its last attack failed.


    As the spectacle ended, Samael rose up with great effort as he approached the dying beast.


    Staring it in the eyes, Samael spoke.


    "You laid waste to an entire civilization. Now, you pay the consequences."


    "Zepiro."


    The wyvern, who had lost its strength, could not help but squirm in hellish agony as blood escaped from its eyes, flowing down and staining the ground.


    Samael made sure to look the beast in the eyes as it started to deform into something grotesque.


    Its arms elongated, its neck inflated, and even its eyes grew twice their size, extending outwards and out their sockets.


    By the time Samael was done, the wyvern had been reduced to a pathetic piece of squirming dying flesh.


    Zepiro, another major skill he had gained before. An ability so extreme, it was reserved for bastards like this.


    Zepiro allows Samael to warp his enemies souls, even if only slightly. However, even that small change is enough to put them in enough pain that they''d wish they were dead, but no. Death will not come in the near future, as they will suffer through it.


    All the changes that occur in their soul will reflect in their body. Until it breaks and they perish.


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    Samael''s brows raised.


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    ***


    Ajax''s appearance in battle reignited the dying light behind the warriors pupils. They took up arms and began their rally for the saint.


    Waves upon waves of soldiers, regardless of rank and stature, stood behind Ajax as he marched forward, laying waste to all enemies before him.


    Cries and howls of pain reverberated as Ajax''s blade weaved across the air. His shadows did no different, as Merlin kept casting one ability after another. Igram, on the other hand, had yet to return.


    Using his shadow tendrils, Ajax''s job was made far easier. He would pick the enemies out one by one and throw them.


    With his leadership, the warriors started to prevail, as the wolves were left with no choice but to back away.


    After all, this was different.


    Inside the lair, a body flew across the room, slamming against the metal wall as he coughed wildly.


    "Human... your information betrays us." A deep, husky voice spoke amidst the dense fog of decay.


    "P-please! I can explain!" Portugal said as he hastily kneeled. However, a sharp piece of metal struck him in the arm, impaling him on the wall.


    "Explain...? Will that bring back my kin?" The voice asked.


    Portugal shrieked as he held his bleeding arm.


    "I only did as I was told by my informant! He said the Saint was to intervene until much later!" Portugal reasoned as cold sweat trailed down his forehead.


    From the darkness, a large, sharp claw slowly and delicately wiped the sweat off, nicking Portugal''s skin as it started to rot.


    "ARGHHHHHH!!!" Portugal roared as he flailed around, ignoring his arm completely.


    "Be silent, human..." the voice commanded, prompting the knight to bite his own lips.


    Gathering his courage, Portugal tried his best to speak.


    "Y-you can''t do this! We have an agreement!"


    "Your master and I have an agreement..."


    Portugal clenched his jaw as he breathed heavily.


    "M-My master will make you pay if you do anything to me! He will not forgive you!" Portugal burst.


    "Your master will make me pay. But you''re not the master... aren''t you?" The voice uttered.


    Portugal''s eyes widened, fear streaking across his gaze as a large figure was reflected in his pupils.


    Then its shine was taken away.


    The large beast slowly licked its claws as a loud thud echoed across the lair.


    "Do your part, human. I have done as you wished. Your leader... is dead."


    "I will," Seth said as he walked out of the fog, a crazy smile etched on his face.


    As he left, the large beast released a thunderous howl, its sound traveling all across the base.


    "Finish the pests who dare enter our territory," the voice said.


    "Your will is mine, mother," another voice replied as the wolf who nearly killed Samael walked from the darkness, a large demonic grin etched in its face.


    "But what of the Saint Mother?" it asked.


    "I will handle the saint myself," the mother replied.


    Back outside, Erubin and Timeus proceeded forward as they massacred dozens of wolves.


    Erubin made sure to ignite the beasts while Timeus kept them in place.


    However, the wolves suddenly halted their movements as their ears perked up.


    Erubin and Timeus''s eyes narrowed upon observing this odd behavior.


    Exchanging glances, the wolves growled in hostility before slowly backing away.


    Erubin attempted to come closer, but Timeus swiftly held him in place.


    "This... This is different," Timeus warned.


    Erubin shot a look at the man for a brief second before he focused forward.


    Just like Timeus warned, a large figure fell from the sky, landing down with a large explosion that stirred the earth.


    As the figure formed from the thinning smoke, Erubin''s gaze darkened as flames burst from his blade.


    It was the giant wolf Samael fought...


    And the abomination that took everything from him.


    Meanwhile, back at Ajax''s side, the saint continuously killed one beast after the other. However, he halted his steps as he felt a strong presence near Timeus.


    Shifting his gaze at their location, his attention was soon taken again as his astral compass bellowed in alarm.


    Slowly, the wind picked up as the cold air coursed through the field, sending shivers down everyone''s spines.


    Shifting his gaze ahead, Ajax tightened his grip on his blade.


    From the darkness ahead, a surge of fog engulfed the field, sending fear amongst the warriors.


    However, Ajax remained steadfast, as he never once removed his eyes from it.


    Slowly, a large figure presented itself before them.


    The warriors unintentionally backed away, their eyes large in fear as their hands shook uncontrollably.


    There it was, a wolf so large it was nearly twice the size of the wolf Samael fought.


    Its fur was black with streaks of red. It had fangs twice as large as their ballistas ammunition and had four crimson pupils.


    It was the mother.


    The leader of the Imgrave wolves.


    And he''s come for revenge.


    The battle was starting to heat up.

 CH77-Shard.

    As the dust settled, Ajax clenched his jaw as he readied his blade, tightening his grip on its hilt.


    However, Ajax flinched as a voice echoed within the mist.


    "Humans... those who have killed my kin, step forward, and I shall deliver a swift death," the mother wolf said.


    "Those who rebel or escape... will face a fate harsher than death," it followed.


    Without mentioning another word, Ajax''s astral aura shot forward, clashing against the mother beast in a contest of might.


    Specks of shadow, ice, and metal flickered in the air as the two went toe to toe, destroying the surroundings within mere moments.


    However, a lone bead of sweat trickled down Ajax''s forehead as he silently grunted. Although he was keeping his ground against the abomination in front of him, he was also at the same time deploying an astral veil to protect the warriors.


    "Fall back," Ajax said.


    "But sir!" A warrior spoke.


    "This is a command," Ajax firmly stated.


    The warriors exchanged glances before retreating, carrying those they could and slinging them on their shoulders.


    Once they left, Ajax dropped the veil and cracked his neck. Now, it was time to fight for real.


    "I will take it you''re the saint...?" the mother beast asked.


    "Figure that out yourself," Ajax said before his figure blurred, appearing inches before the abomination.


    "Shadow Bind."


    Tendrils of shadow stemmed from the ground as they took hold of the beast, restricting it as Ajax swung his blade down.


    However, with one loud roar, the tendrils were shattered like dust. Facing the shockwave, Ajax was sent back as he skidded through the dirt before coming to a halt.


    "Imprudent human. Face your demise," the mother beast said as a low growl escaped its lips.


    "Decaying arrows."


    A plethora of blackish-green arrows shot forth, streaking through the air and towards Ajax.


    Using his agility, Ajax nimbly weaved through the rain of attacks, dodging back and forth as he closed the distance.


    The mother wolf, on the other hand, did not waste time as it cast once more.


    "Ice golems."


    Multiple chunks of ice burst from the ground, forming large iceberg-like structures that slowly carved into towering giants.


    But the abomination was not the only one with summons.


    "Merlin!" Ajax shouted as a myriad of spells breezed past him, colliding with the golems in a fiery explosion.


    The shadow spawn leisurely stood behind Ajax as it kept firing one attack after the other, not giving the golem any chances to advance.


    Seizing the opportunity, Ajax dashed forward as he spoke.


    "Shadow latch."


    A flash of shadow shot out of Ajax''s wrist, clinging to the earth as he used it to propel himself forward.


    Watching the Saint close in, the mother wolf released a loud howl as chains whipped repeatedly, shattering the earth.


    Ajax hissed in exasperation as he muttered.


    "Shadow jump."


    Ajax''s figure vanished as he mended with his shadow, springing forth in a completely different location.


    Seeing its attack fail, the mother wolf opened its maw, but Ajax was faster as he burst forward and delivered a series of slashes.


    The abomination swiftly repositioned itself as it deflected Ajax''s attacks using its razor-sharp claws coated in steel.


    Sparks flied in the air as the sound of steel colliding with steel echoed, shattering the ground upon every strike.


    "Dive." Ajax casted as he dropped on his shadow, vanishing before the beast as its claw struck nothing but air.


    Using the opportunity, Ajax jumped out of the abomination''s shadow as he delivered a swift strike.


    However, the wolf''s skin hardened, coating itself in metal as it rose up, completely unfazed.


    With one fast pivot, the beast swung its claw down in retaliation. But Ajax narrowly avoided it by sidestepping.


    "Shadow spear," Ajax said in a cool voice as a long spear manifested in his palms.


    Taking a step forward, he catapulted it forward, shattering the earth beneath him.


    Reacting fast, the mother wolf bobbed its head to the side, the tip of the spear leaving a shallow cut in its cheek.


    Taking advantage of Ajax''s vulnerable position, it hastily casted.


    "Metal spree."


    A myriad of thin steel spikes stemmed from the earth, tearing through and nicking Ajax''s forearm as he flipped back.


    Using his momentum, Ajax fired out multiple shadow birds forward. The wolf, on the other hand, did not back down as it shot decay arrows in rapid succession.


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    The two attacks clashed together, causing thunderous explosions that stirred the dust.


    Ajax swiftly flew forward as he sent chunks of earth flying back before delivering a heavy strike as he tore a hole through the fog.


    The mother wolf raised its arms, forming a makeshift shield as it greeted the saint''s attack, causing another mighty explosion.


    Exerting force, Ajax pushed forward, prompting the wolf to do the same. However, his figure fell through a shadow as the mother wolf''s claws stumbled forward.


    Unable to recover fast, Ajax stemmed beneath the beast as he sliced upwards, cutting through its flesh and staining himself in its dark blood.


    A howl of pain escaped the beast''s lips as Ajax dashed back, narrowly avoiding a plethora of steel spikes littering his previous location.


    "YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!!!" It roared in pure rage as the ground shook.


    "Subspace: Decaying Ice Castle!"


    Ajax''s eyes widened as he lowered his stance.


    "Subspace: Shadow Nexus."


    From the earth below, a giant ice castle sprung forth, destroying everything around it as it tried to engulf Ajax. Unfortunately, the Saint was just as fast as a wave of shadow halted the Ice Castle''s advance.


    The two subspaces collided, causing an ear-shattering explosion as shockwaves swept the wolves caught in them.


    The two subspaces grinded each other before dispelling, causing yet another explosion that knocked the two back.


    Rising from the rubbles, Ajax speared a glance at the mother wolf. Black lines started to stain the surface of its skin, like a parasite spreading.


    It seems it''s getting serious.


    ***


    Back on Timeus and Erubin''s side.


    Erubin trembled as nerves squirmed under his skin, his eyes carving a hole through the smirking bastard that took his future.


    Unable to contain his rage, Erubin''s blade burst into flame, climbing and engulfing his forearms.


    "YOU BASTARD!!!" Erubin roared as he billowed forward.


    "ERUBIN NO!" Timeus shouted as he followed.


    Erubin flew in the air as he swung down, his blade of fury descending with reckoning force.


    However, the wolf effortlessly jumped away, dodging the attack as it landed and causing a massive explosion of fire.


    "GET OVER HERE!!!" Erubin shouted as he dashed again, keeping track of the beast.


    Timeus could only cuss internally as he tailed the rageful man. As expected, what he feared had come to life.


    Erubin kept swinging his weapon without stopping, each slash causing a wave of fire and destruction.


    But none of his attacks has yet to land on the wolf as it dances around, avoiding each and every strike with utter ease.


    Each dodge it did, it would crackle and smirk, further taunting Erubin.


    However, the man''s rage was halted as the wolf spoke.


    "I... remember you. I remember... her."


    Erubin''s gaze widened as he clenched his jaw.


    "Don''t you dare."


    "She begged... for her friends... life... It... was funny," the wolf said.


    "My kin... loved her... She gave birth... To hybrids..." It followed as its eyes turned crescent.


    Erubin''s body ignited in flames, his killing intent soaring in the sky as he charged forward.


    "I''ll FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"


    Uncaring for his body, Erubin delivered a chain of slashes, each time sending a wave of flames forward.


    Unfortunately, his attacks were futile, as the beast simply countered his fire with ice.


    "Fire. Weak." It mocked as it sneered.


    "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!" Erubin bellowed as he hastened his slashes.


    The wolf, on the other hand, simply chuckled in amusement as it dashed back and forth, playing with Erubin.


    But its smile was frozen as a large spear of ice landed near it, stirring the dust.


    "You seem to be forgetting something; he isn''t alone," Timeus said as he rested his greatsword on his shoulder.


    "More... toys," the wolf said in joy as it howled.


    A mist as cold as ice spread throughout the field, engulfing the two in its embrace as their very breath formed steam.


    Timeus huddled near Erubin, their backs facing each other as they swept their gaze around.


    They could see the shadows shift in the mist, moving ever so slightly. It was underestimating them. Playing with them.


    "Reveal yourself!!!" Erubin roared as his fire strengthened, pushing away some of the mist.


    "Ok," a voice whispered beside him.


    Jerking his head to the side, Erubin was catapulted back as he struck the ground three times before coming to a stop.


    A chuckle emanated in the mist as Timeus shot a glance at Erubin.


    "Erubin!" He called as he tried to inch closer, but to no avail.


    From the ice fog, a large figure swiped at Timeus, shattering his armor with ease and leaving him with deep cuts.


    Timeus fell to the ground as he wailed in torture, his wounds pestering at a speed he had not seen before.


    "More! More! Scream more!" The wolf said.


    Erubin slowly rose up as his grunts echoed in the air.


    "Damn it," Erubin said in frustration.


    Did his strength only amount to this much?


    Wielding his blade, Erubin took a step forward, only to be smashed down again.


    Blood spewed from his lips as he felt his bones creak and his flesh scream. But none of them can compare to the pain he felt in his heart.


    "I remember... Woman begged... Begged to not harm you... kekeke," the wolf mocked as it swiped again, battering Erubin''s body.


    "Woman beg repeatedly," the wolf said as its voice mimicked that of Erubin''s love.


    "STOP! NO! DON''T IT HURTS!!! NO MORE!!!" The wolf mimicked.


    Erubin''s bloodshot eyes carved holes in the wolf as he struggled to raise himself up, his flames weakening to nothing but a mere flicker.


    Like a candle losing its strength.


    ***


    Back inside the trial.


    Samael''s footsteps left trails of echoes in the air as he slowly made his way towards the tower of Leo.


    Each step he took felt harder than the last. He could feel his body weaken and his injuries worsen.


    However, Samael remained steadfast as he kept his gaze forward, where the call was leading him.


    Oddly enough, it invigorated him. It gave him a sense of strength and calm. A thing he only felt with Lilith.


    But why was that? Samael knew not.


    Passing through its halls and climbing its stairs, Samael felt every second was akin to an eternity.


    With each passing moment, he felt his vision blur. He felt his body weaken and tremble, but he could not stop.


    Samael felt that if he did, everything he was doing until now would be pointless. It was like abandoning a part of himself.


    Keeping his pace steady, Samael found himself in a final stretch as he crossed a corridor, his hand grasping the walls for support.


    Just a little more


    Pushing himself forward, Samael''s eyes widened as he observed the door before him.


    "What...?" Samael muttered.


    It was a banner. One he was familiar with.


    The banner of the Void.


    Similar to the one he found under the ruins below the crimson forest.


    Just what is going on here? He wondered.


    Touching the banner, Samael felt the world darken, as though he were thrown into disarray for a brief moment.


    Before his eyes, the banner started to disintegrate, leaving nothing behind as the door opened slowly.


    Inside was another altar. Similar to the one he saw before, but the contents were different.


    There was no tablet.


    There was a shard.


    An onyx black shard floating centimeters above the altar. Hovering and enticing him.


    What is this?


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    A piece of the seven shards?


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    Shifting his focus on the shard, Samael inched closer. His hand slowly reaching for the piece.


    As it did, Samael felt his world shift.


    It was as though he was watching something transpire before him. Like a spectator.


    Samael could not properly comprehend it. However, he could briefly see two figures conversing. But before he could even make sense of it, it vanished.


    And so the dark took him.

 CH78-Rebirth.

    Within the Tower of Leo, massive changes occurred in the altar room as rifts in space started to form.


    From those rifts, large waves of Void matter seeped out, slowly slithering towards Samael''s floating body and encasing him in its embrace.


    Around him, multiple panels of the Codex manifested.


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    <td>Acquisition of a second shard was detected! Undergoing a second rebirth! </td>


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    <td>Commencing rebirth! </td>


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    As the Void matter took Samael in their embrace, it slowly circulated, forming a pitch-black cocoon.


    All around it, another torrent of Void energy whipped in a frenzy, cautiously protecting the heir.


    Inside, Samael''s body continuously disintegrated and regenerated, repeating endlessly. Inside his soul, shackles were slowly being shattered, revealing a portion of his potential.


    The storm above the tower of Leo brewed wildly, emitting lightning that left gashes in the sky.


    The abominations all over the world cowered as they hid in fear. As for who, no one can tell. It was instinctual; they did not see nor hear what it was, but it was there.


    Not a single soul dared to enter the tower or even take a single step on the ancient grounds of Uria.


    While all this happened, Samael felt at peace. As though the months of suffering he endured were but a dream.


    He felt relaxed, content, and at home.


    He could feel himself grow stronger and better, and his mind became clearer.


    As the moments passed, the changes started to ease down as the void matter slowly vanished without a trace.


    As they did, Samael''s body slowly lowered to the ground, naked. However, his skin glew and his muscles were far more defined.


    He had no wounds or bruises. There was not even a single small scratch. His hair became darker, almost glimmering. But the biggest change was his aura.


    As Samael slowly opened the lids of his eyes, he squinted as he felt as though the world had gained another level of clarity. Similar to when he first entered his


    transformation back in the ruins beneath.


    His eyes have become brighter shade of crimson, glowing in the dark.


    Did I go through another transformation?


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    Samae slowly rose up, but his body flew up without warning, shattering through the roof as he landed on the highest peak of the tower.


    But to his surprise, he felt no pain.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he ever so slowly rose up, this time making sure he paid attention to his strength.


    Just what the hell was that?! He thought in bewilderment.


    But his attention was soon lured towards the sky.


    The clouds have calmed down, allowing the light of the sun to peer through. There were no more lightnings, and most especially wyverns.


    But what intrigued him was that the heat of the sun was nothing to him now. It almost felt soothing.


    Just what happened to me?


    Glancing at his hands, Samael opened and closed them with a speed unimaginable to him before.


    However, the series of surprises was just beginning as Samael summoned a mirror and was once again shocked by his appearance.


    Did I look this good before? He wondered. It was like he had never touched a blade in his life.


    All the dark circles under his eyes had gone, and he almost looked like he was glowing. Not to mention, his muscle definition is better now.


    Summoning the Codex, it was time to see the changes.


    On cue, a myriad of panels exploded in Samael''s face as he recoiled back, unintentionally dashing back and nearly falling off the edge.


    Damn it! It''s even worse now since my hearing is more sensitive! Samael thought in exasperation as he winced.


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    <td>Congratulations on obtaining the second shard! Authority has increased! </td>


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    <td>Rebirth successful! You have surpassed your limits and grown stronger! </td>


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    <td>Do you wish to see the changes? </td>


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    Samael could only massage his temples. For now, he will ask one question at a time.


    What are these shards?


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    <td>Due to [REDACTED], there are seven Void shards scattered throughout the universe. Each of these shards contains the potential and power of the Abyss. Upon absorption, you will gain a portion of the lost legacy of the Void and get one step closer to your goal. </td>


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    Interesting... What do these shards do?


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    <td>Each and every shard you get will have a specific effect. The first shard was what triggered your awakening. The second shard you just recently obtained granted another rebirth, strengthening your body and its limits along with your soul. </td>


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    That makes sense of how absurd my physical capabilities are now, but I don''t seem to feel the changes in my "soul."


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    Samael''s gaze narrowed as he hesitantly expanded his astral pressure.


    For a moment, Samael felt nothing until a sudden burst of power ejected from his body, shattering the rooftop of the tower as he fell down a few floors.


    Rising from the rubble, Samael internally cussed.


    What was that?!


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    I know, but¡ªugh. Nevermind.


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    Show me the changes he commanded.


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    <td>Understood. </td>


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    Your rank has increased!


    Metamorphosis III -> Enlightened I


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    I jumped up three ranks?! Samael''s jaw fell agape as he inched closer at the screen hovering before him.


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    [STATS]


    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the Void]...


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void


    Rank: Enlightened I


    Condition: Good, Healthy


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    STR: 78,988


    SPD/AGI: 77,276


    CONSTITUTION: 83,455


    SPIRIT: 90,000


    CHARM: 500


    ?SKILLS [+]


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    Samael''s eyes nearly blew off their sockets as he was unable to believe the numbers written on the screen in front of him.


    Not only did he jump ranks, but his stats skyrocketed to thousands upon thousands! Just how did that happen?


    Samael sat down as he comprehended what the Codex showed him.


    If my stats are like this, just how far did my mastery and Crimson Raven soar?


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    Void Element.


    Tier 3, Mark 4


    Control: Tier 4 Mark 4


    Quantity: Tier 3, Mark 4.


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    [Crimson Raven]


    Rank: Enlightened I


    Tier 9 Mark 3


    Type: Weapon [Axe]


    Description:


    "Slaughter... Slaughter all of them. This hunt... This hunt is mine alone..." A weapon previously owned by a hunter who held limitless malice towards the god.


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    Well, fuck Samael thought as a wide grin made its way to his lips.


    If his stats were like this, there was no doubt there would be a plethora of new skills in his arsenal.


    Show me everything.


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    <td>You got one minor evolution. </td>


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    <td>Overdrive and heightened senses have undergone changes! </td>


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    Time to see the rewards of my effort


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    Needle rain (inheritance)


    sends down a rain of needle-like attacks composed of solidified Void matter.


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    Void wall (inheritance)


    summons a large wall of Void matter capable of defending against heavy attacks.


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    Void miasma (inheritance)


    deploys a Void miasma capable of corroding the lungs and internal organs of those that inhale it. Also causes minor blindness and visual disruptions.


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    Two AOEs and one defensive ability. Not bad. Now what''s the last one?


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    Instinct (Innate)


    Instinct gives the host multiple effects. One of the effects is that the host may sense if something is off or dangerous through their guts alone. The second is that the host''s reactions are enhanced; he may even react without noticing it. Third effect: the host''s learning capability is enhanced as his body instinctually learns a technique, allowing him to cast abilities or do abilities without needing to put much effort in.


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    An innate ability? Wait, is it because I underwent rebirth that I got another inborn ability?! Isn''t that technically cheating? Not only that, the Codex also mentioned changes in some of my innate abilities.


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    Overdrive -> Hyperdrive.


    Hyperdrive (Innate): Allows the host temporary access to the Void realm, giving him nearly infinite essence to utilize. Not only that, but the user will burn through tonnes of Essence within seconds, enhancing their capabilities by multiple folds. However, its drawbacks are just as severe. The user''s body will deteriorate due to the intense amount of Void essence that his soul and body may yet be able to use or handle. The user will suffer extreme pain, not only physically but also spiritually, and undergo a coma. The amount of time he will be in a coma is dependent on how much he uses Hyperdrive.


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    INFINITE VOID ESSENCE?! Samael roared inside.


    Just thinking about the number of things he can do in such conditions is astonishing. But his mood dimmed as he saw the severe backlash.


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    Heightened senses = augmented awareness.


    Augmented Awareness [Innate]: Enhances users awareness to another level. It also gives the host the host the ability: Sheer Focus. It allows the host to filter out distractions and focus on one target or multiple.


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    It must be one of the reasons why everything tastes like rainbows. Now, since that is out of the way, it is time to see the major ability.


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    [Devourer]


    summons a formless Void creature in the user''s arm or desired body and allows him to devour a portion of the enemy.


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    Another skill I must use with care. How about my evolution and weapon?


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    [Tracker] Description: Allows the host to put a marker on an enemy he damages.


    [Birds eye]


    Description: Allows the host to deploy a Raven and see what it sees.


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    It seems most of my new abilities in my weapon are for utility purposes. How about my evolution?


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    [Soul hardening] {Minor}


    increases soul durability, giving the host more flexibility under the use of astral pressure.


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    Finally! An ability that targets my soul! Samael thought.


    In the last few years of levelling up, there were not many abilities that targeted the astral body. Something like this was just that rare.


    With that panel, Samael''s advancements have ended.


    Unsure of how to handle so much information, Samael sat down as he absorbed everything.


    He also did a series of exercises and drills to familiarise himself with his new body.


    Eventually, before he knew it, the sun had gone down, marking the end of the day.


    Wearing a new set of clothes, Samael shot a glance forward as he caressed the necklace around his neck.


    Oddly enough, he can somewhat feel something in the space just before him. He could tell it was his way home.


    It seems it was time to rejoin the war and continue where he left off.


    But this time, there was no holding back.


    ***


    Erubin''s groans echoed as he struggled to crawl forward, his fingers digging through the earth as he tried to reach for his blade.


    Memories of his beloved love flashed before his eyes. The days they spent together, the missions they took, and... her death.


    It kept repeating, like a sick joke.


    Erubin cannot just accept it. He must avenge her, even if it costs him his life.


    Erubin''s small flicker of flame stood proud as he grasped the hilt of his blade, using it as support to stand up.


    Glaring at the beast before him, Erubin weakly raised his blade.


    However, a mere swipe knocked him back down as his arm was sent flying in the air.


    Wails of pain escaped his lips as his blood pooled underneath him, his legs flailing uncontrollably under the pain of the rot.


    "More! Scream! More!" The wolf said.


    Timeus could only bite his lips in frustration as he watched the scene unfold before him.


    He already watched his daughter die; now it''s happening again.


    How can they even win?


    "Please... anyone... help us," Timeus muttered, his eyes blurring.


    But like some miracle, someone answered his call.


    Not some angel.


    Not some god.


    A man.


    He who is one with the Void.


    A large rift in space formed as a foot stepped out, stirring the dust as his figure slowly exited the portal.


    Samael''s dishevelled jet black hair danced in the wind as he laid eyes upon the wolf that nearly cost him his life.


    Slowly, his gaze shifted towards Erubin''s nearly lifeless body and Timeus.


    Samael''s eyes widened, and his bright red pupils stuck at the carnage that had occurred in his absence.


    This was his fault, wasn''t it?


    A wide grin crawled on the face of the giant wolf as it saw Samael again.


    "YOU! I... KNOW YOU!" it roared as its eyes turned crescent.


    However, his smirk was soon wiped off his face as collosal astral pressure smashed him to the ground.


    The wolf''s face paled as the world around him became blood red. The air became so stale that even breathing was a chore.


    It could not move, it could not speak, and it could not even breathe. The wolf felt that one wrong move, and he was dead.


    For the first time in his life, it felt...


    True fear...


    The Spawn of the Void had returned.


    And he''s angry.

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    A suffocating pressure befell the land as Samael''s infernal rage seeped out of his body, crawling throughout the area like a plague.


    No one knew or understood, but Samael''s astral pressure was tremendous. It was reaching beyond levels deemed impossible by someone of his rank.


    But what really sent fear rippling through the wolf''s spine was the dense bloodlust it brought along.


    That blinding red bloodlust is enough to drown you alive. It was like a living beast, stalking and lurking.


    The only way this could be possible was if Samael killed hundreds upon thousands of living creatures. Enough to form mountains.


    However, Erubin and Timeus did not feel any of this. But they can instinctually tell something is happening.


    The air was heavy and the mood was grim. Tension was at an all time high since Samael arrived.


    Reaching its breaking point, Erubin''s body plummeted towards the ground, but Samael''s figure appeared close to him as he held the man from falling.


    Even in such a battered state, Erubin kept muttering under his breath. Repeatedly mentioning one thing and one thing alone.


    "Ella..."


    Assisting the man, Samael could hear his heartbeat weaken and his breathing become shallow.


    He was dying.


    There was nothing he could do.


    As Erubin''s heartbeats continuously slowed down, he kept muttering. "Ella... Just wait for me... I will avenge you."


    Watching the man slowly perish, Samael''s face warped as he spoke. "Rest. Rest now, Erubin. Leave everything else to me."


    "This war... I''ll end it now."


    Erubin, lost in hysteria, slowly smiled, as though he can hear Samael''s assuring words. Slowly, his body limped, his heart completely going to a halt as he spoke one last time, his hand reaching forward.


    "Ah, Ella..."


    He was gone.


    Laying the man to rest, Samael put forth his hand as he closed Erubin''s eyes.


    Rising to his feet, Samael shifted his gaze at the pinned-down wolf, sending a cold shiver down its spine as Samael closed in on the beast.


    Watching Samael approach, the wolf saw his figure slowly submerge in pitch-black darkness with only his crimson eyes staring at him.


    "All seeing eye."


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    The wolf wailed as it pissed itself, its body trembling in absolute gut-wrenching fear.


    In his eyes, Samael was one with the Void, and what was staring before him was a collosal eye.


    In its pupils was raw power circulating in its midst, peering through his very soul.


    However, before the wolf could even faint, the pressure vanished without a trace, allowing him to breathe again.


    "Get up," Samael said, his tone cold and heavy as he unsheathed Crimson Raven.


    The wolf stared at Samael, unsure of what to do as it kept trembling like a lamb to a slaughter.


    "I said, get. up," Samael restated, the mark in his hand slowly expanding up his forearm, followed by his hand morphing black.


    Before the beast''s eyes, Crimson Raven took on a fiercer aura as it emanated raw power along with a sense of dominance he could not explain.


    "Get. up," Samael said for the final time.


    The wolf shakily rose up to its feet as its hair stood on ends, sweat trailing down its skin.


    "You liked to mock your victims, right?" Samael asked as he inched closer. Each and every step he took prompted the abomination before him to retreat.


    "Where''s your smile now?" Samael asked before his figure vanished.


    The wolf flinched as its eyes widened, confusion stemming from its heart as he was unable to follow Samael''s speed when he was toying with him before.


    "Now... it''s my turn," Samael''s words echoed.


    Like lightning, Samael''s figure appeared above the wolf as he delivered a devastating kick, smashing the beast down and shattering the ground, fracturing its skull in the process.


    The wolf wailed in pain as it hastily tried to run, but to no avail.


    "Void Cleave."


    A thunderous cry of pain bellowed from its lips as it flailed uncontrollably, its leg ripped off as it tried to claw at the excruciating pain of the Void attack.


    With Samael''s recent climb in power, the purity of his Void element also soared, allowing him to leave waves of hellish pain with ease.


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    Not giving the abomination time to breathe, Samael grabbed its tail as he dragged it up, smashing it against the earth with enough force to leave deep cracks in its surface.


    Not done yet, Samael kept smashing the wolf left and right, its blood staining the earth black.


    But Samael made sure to leave it still alive as he let go and appeared before its arms.


    "Zepiro."


    The wolf spasmed in torture as its leg deformed. It grew twice its size as it bloated and weaved in unnatural directions.


    Using Crimson Raven''s edge, Samael slashed a dozen times, inflicting shallow cuts and causing immense pain with the weapon''s ability.


    The other Wolves in the vicinity did not dare step another foot forward as howls and screams of agony thundered in the air.


    By the time Samael was done, the once mighty wolf was reduced to a piece of flesh barely hanging on to dear life.


    The wolf was now impaled in spikes as it hovered in the air, its limbs cut, twisted, and skinned as its once lustrous fur is now nothing but rags.


    Its lower jaw was missing, and its eyes were now gone. It was barely breathing. Barely living.


    Samael''s breathing was heavy as he sat down in front of the creature, looking at its eyes without fear or guilt, only... rage.


    Samael made sure to watch as the light illuminated the beast''s eyes, making sure he saw it suffer before its death.


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    With a sigh, Samael rose up from his seat. He had avenged Erubin. He had avenged himself. But his mission was not over yet.


    Casting a glance at the unconscious general, Samael glared at the distance, silently warning the wolves to keep their distance, lest they suffer the same fate as the royal imgrave wolf.


    Taking a glance at the carnage from a distance, Samael flew off.


    ***


    The two Saints faced each other with ferocity as they both spoke.


    "Subspace: Shadow Nexus."


    "Subspace: Decaying Ice Castle."


    The two subspaces erupted in another clash, cancelling each other once more and sending them skidding back under the force of the recoil.


    Pushing himself forward, Ajax flew at eye-blinding speed as he spoke.


    "Shadow burst!"


    Six waves of shadow slices came hurling at the mother beast, destroying the ground and forming a pathway through the fog.


    Seeing the attack, the abomination swiftly casted in return.


    "Ice blockade."


    A large square sheet of ice swiftly rose up, greeting the shadow waves in an ear-shattering explosion.


    However, the mother beast was not done yet.


    "Forward."


    The wall of ice barreled forward, crushing everything in its path.


    Ajax clenched his jaw as he spoke.


    "Shadow Morph."


    Ajax''s figure hastily changed shape from a human to a bird soaring in the sky as he narrowly avoided the attack.


    "Pretty tricks!" The mother wolf said as multiple ice spikes formed around her, bursting forward like missiles.


    Ajax weaved back and forth, moving in a zigzag as he avoided each and every blow.


    Without warning, he dove down, tucking his wings back as he gained momentum.


    The mother wolf stood strong for a moment before she dashed back.


    A loud explosion rocked the field as boulders and chunks of dirt flew high in the heavens.


    The mother wolf''s previous spot was now nothing but a deep hole as Ajax climbed out unscathed.


    Seizing the opportunity, the abomination lunged forward as ice and metal reinforced her maw.


    Reacting fast, Ajax fell down his shadow as the beast bit down nothing but air, causing a spark as her metal fangs collided.


    Taking advantage of her position, Ajax spoke.


    "Shadow spikes."


    A large, elongated spike burst from below the neck of the mother beast as she bobbed her head to the side, the tip of the shadow leaving a shallow but long cut on her neck.


    Unrelenting, Ajax pursued the retreating beast as he spoke.


    "Shadow barrage."


    A plethora of shadow gauntlets manifested as Ajax threw one punch after the other in rapid succession.


    Unable to escape, the abomination fought back by sending ice arrows to greet each and every shadow gauntlet.


    Fireworks like explosions filled the battlefield as the two exchanged one abilities after the other.


    Standing her ground, the mother wolf howled as she spoke.


    "Ice shower."


    Collosal chunks of ice descended from the heavens, darkening the ground and falling down like meteors, ready to devour anything they landed on.


    However, Ajax was not lacking in his arsenal as he spoke in return.


    "Shadow grasp."


    Myriads of titanic black hands erupted from the earth, coursing upwards with enough force to ignite themselves in fire.


    The wolves and warriors escaping held their breaths at the scene before them as the attacks collided.


    Before their pupils, the chunks of ice shattered and rained down like a volcano eruption. Meanwhile, the large hands were torn to pieces by the aftermath of the collision.


    What followed next was the delayed explosion and shockwave that swept the warriors off their feet.


    Samael himself braced as he felt the violent winds strike him flat.


    The two saints stared each other down as the rain of ice landed at random.


    With one breath, Ajax slammed his palms together while the mother beast howled loudly.


    "Shadow Avatar: Warrior of Darkness!"


    "Decaying steel judgement!"


    Ajax''s body was devoured by shadows in the blink of an eye, rising upwards and expanding endlessly to form a giant, four-armed armoured warrior wielding a staff and a scythe.


    On the other hand, above the mother wolf manifested a series of gigantic black steel greatswords, the same size as Ajax''s avatar.


    The two exchanged gazes before the avatar burst forward; each step it took shattered the earth beneath it, causing earthquakes of great magnitude.


    The mother wolf released a large roar as the blades slowly pointed towards the approaching giant.


    "Fire!" The mother wolf said as the blades catapulted forward one by one.


    Ajax''s eyes narrowed as his grunts echoed. With his command, the avatar swung the scythe sideways, bisecting one of the approaching swords.


    Swinging the scythe back, it destroyed another projectile. However, two more blades descended from above.


    Halting its steps, the avatar slammed down the staff it''s wielding, causing a burst of shadow matter to deflect the incoming blades away.


    Soaring in the sky, the greatswords landed over the forest, forming mountains in their wake.


    The mother wolf growled as she sent another wave of greatswords forward.


    Greeting the attacks head-on, the avatar dashed forward, using the staff to send a charge of shadow matter to tear through and redirect the swords.


    The mother wolf, left with nowhere else to go, released a war cry.


    "Wolven Avatar: Ancestral dominator."


    On cue, large amounts of metal, rot, and ice ejected from the wolf''s body, encasing her and forming a giant wolf with three heads.


    Seeing this, Ajax halted his advance as he stood there unfazed. His gaze remained on the enemy saint, focused and sharp.


    As the transformation ended, the mother wolf released a loud howl that travelled far and wide, shaking the forest.


    The two giants stared each other down, their statures standing tall.


    Approaching the scene fast, Samael saw the two collosal fighters size each other up, like gods among men.


    At that moment, Samael knew things were at their peak.


    The war has reached its climax.

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    The two saints were locked in a staredown as the Avatar of the mother wolf slowly circled Ajax, as though observing a prey.


    Avatars are the physical manifestation of the user''s power on another level. A skill that is hard to pull off and much harder to maintain.


    At that moment, the two opposing sides knew well that their battle would end swiftly. Yet, the destruction it will bring is grand.


    Ajax''s astral compass expanded as his eyes closed, his focus solely on his enemy and checking the situation.


    Realizing the warriors were already at a safe distance, Ajax''s eyes slowly opened as he shot a glare at the wolf.


    For a moment, the world went to a standstill. Then the first attack was launched.


    The mother wolf growled as she lunged forward, shattering hundreds of meters of ground in one single move.


    Reacting fast, Ajax slammed down the staff he was wielding, generating another shockwave-like ejection of shadow matter and knocking back the mother beast.


    Following close, Ajax extended his scythe, slashing diagonally towards the Wolven avatar.


    However, the mother wolf was agile as one of her heads opened its maws, releasing a violent surge of ice and forming a giant wall.


    Ajax''s avatar skidded back as he regained his foothold. But that short moment was enough as the beast before him opened its second maw, releasing a mighty roar as hundreds of metal beams burst from the ground and towards Ajax.


    But the Shadow Saint remained steadfast as he brought forth his staff and spoke.


    "Second gear: engulfing shadows."


    The staff glew for a brief moment before a flame-like burst of shadows billowed forward, devouring the steel beams as it made its way towards the mother beast.


    Releasing a glare, the wolven avatar ran sideways as she continuously avoided the stream of shadows. At the same time, her third maw opened, and a solid sphere of rot manifested in her mouth.


    Releasing the attack, it traveled fast, eradicating anything in its path.


    Slamming the shadow staff once more, Ajax muttered.


    "Third gear: Five usurpers."


    Before the shadow warrior, five shields, each with their own designs, fell from the sky, stacking in front of one another.


    As the two collided, a blinding light engulfed the field as the sphere exploded, turning into a beam.


    The first shield swiftly broke, allowing the beam to mow down the second and third. However, at the fourth hurdle, the blast was unable to proceed any further.


    Ajax''s avatar wielded a staff and a scythe. The scythe was able to slice through metal and mountains with ease, but the real powerhouse was the staff.


    The staff of the shadow sage held three gears. The first gear was neutral, capable of releasing a blast of shadow matter, which can be used defensively and offensively.


    The second gear was the attack type. It throws a stream of shadows, devouring all it touches.


    The last gear was the defensive one. It throws five shields, each of which corresponds to a specific type of attack.


    The first shield was for metamorphosis-ranked attacks; the second was for ascended; the third was for enlightened; the fourth was for saints; and the fifth for morph.


    This was the reason the attack was stopped by the fourth shield, as it was only of Saint level and no further.


    Not wasting time, Ajax dashed forward as he utilized the second gear to encase the scythe in shadow.


    Meanwhile, the mother wolf released a loud war cry as multiple steel blades pierced through the clouds, descending down as it morphed red due to its speed.


    Narrowing his gaze, Ajax delivered a series of slashes as he effortlessly cleaved through the blades, bisecting them as they turned the earth to mush.


    Samael, who was nearing ground zero, felt the extreme tremors occurring.


    This is crazy! He thought as he doubled his speed.


    Back in the fight, Ajax marched unhindered as he dodged, sliced, and diced his way through.


    Seeing this, the mother wolf opened two of her mouths as large missile-like ice structures manifested, their cores glowing black.


    On command, the attacks shot forward, breezing through the wind as they made their way to Ajax.


    Ajax halted his steps as he slipped to the side¡ª


    "Erupt!"


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    The missiles blew next to Ajax''s face, shattering his Avatar''s helmet as he nearly stumbled down.


    Inside the avatar, Ajax felt the world spin for a moment as he felt blood trickle down his nose.


    Clenching his jaw, he swung the staff forward as he generated a wave of shadow matter, forcing the attacks to explode before even reaching him.


    But the sea of rot that escaped the missiles formed a curtain as the mother wolf lunged out, mauling the shadow avatar''s right shoulder as the abomination hauled him away.


    Ajax''s avatar soared in the heavens as he descended in a thunderous explosion, ripping through hundreds of trees and forming ravines in his wake.


    Inside the ability, Ajax spewed blood as he felt the backlash of the attack resonate with him.


    Each damage done to an avatar will not reflect physically on the user, but it will mess up their internal "world." Their very core will be shaken, and thus the damage is worse.


    Ajax''s grunts echoed as he painstakingly rose up, his hands trembling as he shifted his gaze to the distance where his staff lay.


    "Shit," Ajax muttered as he breathed heavily.


    The wolf''s face slowly formed a nasty smirk as it approached Ajax. Like a predator who''s caught up to its prey.


    Ajax racked his mind for other actions, but to no avail. However, his attention was divided as he felt a presence come closer.


    A small, imperceptible smile formed on Ajax''s lips as he stood there.


    "Any last words, human?" The mother wolf asked as she stood before the shadow avatar.


    Staring right into the eyes of the wolf, Ajax replied.


    "Go to hell."


    From the shadows, Igram jetted forward as the spawn swung its greatsword with tremendous force.


    However, the wolven avatar swiftly swung at the shadow, knocking it down as a sneer escaped its lips.


    "Was that the best you could do?"


    However, Ajax remained calm, as he said.


    "You fell for it."


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    "Devourer."


    An ear-shattering wail of pain echoed across Georgo Road as the mother beast flailed in a frenzy as one of its heads was torn off its neck.


    In the midst of the chaos, Samael''s figure was revealed as he exploded into a flock of ravens, effortlessly avoiding the rampage of the saint.


    Landing softly on the shoulder of the Shadow avatar, Samael spoke in a teasing tone. "Hello, mentor. Miss me?"


    A soft chuckle escaped Ajax''s lips, a gesture not often seen in his character.


    "You look well," Ajax said, a hint of relief present in his voice.


    "Well, you look like you''ve aged twice when I last saw you," Samael replied as he chuckled.


    Shifting his gaze at the mother beast causing a rampage, Samael spoke. "What is going on here?"


    "That''s the leader of the wolves. A saint like me," Ajax answered.


    "I''m guessing she was winning?" Samael asked.


    "...Yes," Ajax replied.


    "So what''s the plan?" Samael asked.


    "I need to get my staff back," Ajax said.


    "Roger that," Samael uttered as he cracked his neck.


    "Ready for round two?" he asked.


    "Let''s end this," Ajax said.


    Shifting his focus forward, Samael burst into a flock of ravens as he crossed the distance with ease, narrowly avoiding the shards of rocks hurling his way.


    The mother beast, consumed by her rage, shot a vengeful glare at the flock as her maw opened, releasing a stream of decay.


    However, Samael swiftly dispersed in multiple directions.


    "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" The mother wolf roared.


    Seeing the ravens flock, she swiftly threw an ice javelin at the gathering, killing dozens of ravens in one fell swoop.


    However, her gaze widened as she felt a presence appear inches before her.


    "Void miasma."


    A wave of Void matter spewed from Samael''s body, swiftly surrounding the mother beast.


    Blinded by her anger, she threw a series of ice spikes, only to miss as Samael kept exploding into a flock of ravens.


    However, she soon halted her movements as a searing pain struck her eyes.


    It has taken effect! Samael shot a glance at Ajax as the Saint dashed forward, inching towards the staff.


    But the mother beast managed to cover her second head''s eyes with ice as she attempted to lunge at Ajax.


    Thinking quickly, Samael spoke.


    "Void wall."


    A large circular wall of solidified Void matter manifested before the wolf and Ajax, slowing down the beast as she clawed her way through, but it was too late.


    "First gear: shifting shadows."


    Ajax swung the staff straight at the wolf''s face. Seeing this, the mother beast nimbly retreated, but to no avail.


    As the burst of shadows escaped from the staff, the abomination was struck by its shockwave, knocking her down to the ground.


    Seizing the chance, Ajax used gear one once more, pummeling the beast deep below the earth.


    Trembling, the mother beast howled, her call reaching far and wide.


    The wolves ears perked up as their eyes morphed black, their senses slowly losing control of their bodies as they rushed the Shadow Saint.


    The waves of wolves were like a tsunami, climbing through the saint''s leg and slowing him down.


    Seeing this, Samael spoke.


    "Needle rain."


    From above, a plethora of thin, nearly invisible spikes rained down, impaling the wolves one by one as they fell like snow.


    However, that small window of time was enough as the mother wolf overpowered Ajax''s assault, giving her time to escape.


    Battered and weakened, she growled in fury at the two bastards.


    However, Ajax himself was not faring well either. He was bleeding internally from all the damage he sustained earlier.


    Closing her eyes, the mother of the wolves glew as her fur rose up, swaying under the wind.


    "Berserk."


    A strong shockwave swept the forest as Samael and Ajax braced. Before their very eyes, the abomination slowly lost its wits as its power spiked up.


    "We cannot let it finish!" Ajax said as he burst forward. Samael, on the other hand, followed closely. Underneath the two were Merlin and Igram.


    The shadowcaster kept shooting one spell after the other, while Samael himself actively used Void fire to interrupt the beast.


    Dealing the final blow, Ajax used gear two as a jet of shadows slammed against the wolven avatar, forcing it to stumble.


    A large explosion shook the grounds as the mother beast finished only half of the ability.


    But Samael''s eyes widened as he spoke.


    "Wait..."


    However, his thoughts were interrupted as the abomination dashed at mind-shattering speed, barreling straight at the shadow avatar and knocking it back.


    Not done with its assault, it shot a large ice meteor down towards Ajax.


    The shadow saint swiftly cast the third gear of his staff, blocking the attack with the final shield as he felt his arms tremble under the recoil.


    Watching all this unfold, Samael kept his focus on the mother beast as he spoke.


    "Sheer focus."


    Slowly, everything else seemed to fade away from Samael''s vision as he felt his entire being focus on the wolven avatar alone.


    With the help of his all-seeing eye, Samael finally understood what was happening.


    Bursting into a flock of ravens, he made his way towards the shadow saint, landing on its shoulder as he spoke.


    "AJAX! IT''S CONSUMING ITS LIFE FORCE IN EXCHANGE WITH POWER!" Samael roared.


    With the help of his all-seeing eye, Samael could see the life aura of the mother beast weaken inch by inch.


    Each time it did, the beast grew stronger and stronger too.


    "That means..." Samael muttered.


    "We''ll have to survive until it''s dead," Ajax resumed.


    They were now in the end game.

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    Violent earthquakes shook the earth as the two avatars clashed, bringing forth astronomical destruction.


    However, Ajax was taking the harsher punishment, as he was thrown and ragdolled continuously.


    The mother wolf has activated her final card, using her last ditch attempt to take out the Saint with her.


    Now, they must survive the encounter until her life force burns out. Easier said than done.


    Dashing back, a cold bead of sweat trickled down Ajax''s forehead as he felt his essence plummet and drain along with his strength.


    The shadow avatar looked like a mess. Its helmet was shattered, its armour was torn and shredded by the sharp canine fangs and claws of the mother beast, and two of its four arms are now gone.


    Ajax had to endlessly spam his first gear just to deter the beast, but even that was not enough.


    Ajax could feel its pressure rise every single second that passed by. By now, the wolf''s power was already nearly surpassing that of a saint.


    If it climbs to the next rank, then things will undoubtedly end for the worst.


    Summoning the third gear, Ajax braced himself as a beam of rot struck him, shattering all four shields.


    Slamming his staff to the ground, Ajax generated a wave of devouring shadows as he went on the offensive.


    However, the mother wolf nimbly avoided the attacks as it closed the distance within seconds.


    Ajax weaved back and forth as he dodged the incoming slashes, some hitting his armour as they sent waves of ice.


    But before he could regain his distance, the wolf released a howl as a sheet of ice rooted his foot on the ground.


    Brining his arm forward, a collision of blades and shadows erupted as he was thrown back.


    He was now down to one arm.


    Grasping his staff tight, Ajax slammed the weapon down as he burned through his essence, continuously casting gear one.


    A violent surge of shadow encased the shadow saint as he watched the beast halt its steps.


    Ajax did not know how long it would take, but judging by how strong it is now, it was soon to reach the next rank. But that also means its life force was nearing its limits.


    Meanwhile, Samael soared through the air as he commanded some of the ravens to flock to the eyes of the wolf. Unfortunately, his plans and attacks were of no use as a fog of decay surrounded the mother beast, killing anything that came remotely close.


    Samael''s attack did no damage either, as the beast''s hide has transformed and become harder. Even Nihility surge barely dealt a scratch.


    But the real problem was that the mother beast''s focus was on Ajax alone. Never did it once bothered to spare Samael a glance.


    It was simply aiming to take the bastard who put her in such a state to hell.


    Right now, Samael is useless.


    Gritting his teeth, Ajax could feel his essence dry up like a puddle under the scorching heat of the sun.


    Then the worst happened.


    Ajax''s eyes widened as he watched the wolven avatar march towards the unrelenting surge of shadow matter.


    Before his eyes, Ajax saw the beast''s fur slowly widdling away while its skin was cut and bruised. But it kept going.


    One step after the other, it was closing the distance, just simply tanking all the attack like it did not even bother it.


    Perhaps it did not, in fact, even feel it.


    "It has reached the Morph rank!" Ajax hissed as he doubled the intensity of the attack.


    For a brief moment, the beast skidded back, but it soon regained its footing as it went onwards unhindered.


    Ajax''s hands trembled as he felt his essence plummet, dropping down like rain in a ravine.


    But the wolf showed no signs of exhaustion. There was only unrelenting rage and fury.


    "Is this how I end?" Ajax asked himself.


    If it was, then he might as well go loose.


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    "ARGHHHHH!!!" Channelling everything, Ajax released a burst of shadows, knocking back the wolf a few steps back.


    However, it soon regained its position. Not giving it a chance, Ajax dashed forward as he pushed the wolf once more, pinning it as he attempted to crush it under the pressure.


    Ajax''s body was pushed to the limit as he felt blood exit his orifices, staining his clothes and face as his muscles screamed.


    Unable to handle the pressure, the ground gave up. But Ajax kept going.


    Eventually, the mother beast was nearly buried below the earth.


    But Ajax''s essence was gone.


    In the blink of an eye, the shadow wave vanished. Ajax shakily stepped back as the staff he held slowly disintegrated.


    Slowly, the shadow avatar collapsed, turning into mere specks as Ajax fell down, stirring the dust.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he dove down, forming before his mentor as he watched the mother beast rise from the rubble.


    Slowly, it approached the two as Samael positioned himself before his mentor.


    However, before he could even react, he saw a flash as the razor-sharp claws of the mother wolf appeared inches from his face.


    At that moment, everything slowed down.


    The seconds felt like minutes; the air became stale, and the world felt bleak.


    Samael could see the claws slowly near him, but he could not will his body to move.


    For a brief moment, Samael saw his life flash before his eyes.


    It was shitty.


    The number of good memories he had was countable with the fingers of his hand.


    Everything else was nothing but pain and torture.


    Was that how he wanted things to end?


    But then again, what can he do?


    "Good job, kid. Leave the rest to me."


    Samael flinched as the claw vanished before his eyes, as though he blinked and everything was gone. Like an illusion.


    But it was not.


    In front of him stood a broad back. One he was familiar with.


    "Icarius...?" Samael asked.


    "Sorry, I was late," Icarius said.


    The mother wolf growled as she shot a glare at the man. Just who was this human to interfere?


    "How is he?" Icarius asked.


    "He''s knocked out, but he''s still breathing," Samael said as he tended to Ajax.


    "Good. He earned that rest," Icarius said, not giving a fuck about the beast near him.


    "Do you need help with that?" Samael asked. However, the guild master simply chuckled as he replied.


    "Don''t worry, I won''t lose."


    Then he vanished.


    There was simply no other way to explain it. It was as though he blinked out of reality.


    Before Samael could even comprehend what just happened, an ear-shattering explosion reverberated in the field, followed by a violent tremor.


    Shifting his gaze ahead, Samael could only watch with his jaw wide open as the mother beast was sent soaring in the sky.


    But before it could even do anything, Icarius appeared above it as the man chanted.


    "Thunder strike."


    A blinding flash left ripples in the blue sky as a collosal streak of lightning descended from the heavens, like some form of punishment sent by the gods.


    That same attack travelled within the blink of an eye, striking the wolf and sending her straight down in a fiery explosion.


    Boulders and chunks of earth flew in the sky, raining down like snow on a winter day as it destroyed everything in its path.


    The ground itself collapsed as the wolf was sent hundreds of metres down the earth, burying it in stones.


    But Icarius was not done yet.


    Raising his finger up, a small liquid like metal manifested in its tip, forming a small reflective sphere.


    "Judgement of steel."


    With one gesture, the sphere fell down like a droplet of rain before expanding and expanding until it blocked out the sun.


    The liquid transformed into a nail-like structure as it struck the crater where the wolf lay.


    Then, everything else did not matter.


    A harrowing shockwave swept the entirety of the Georgo road as everything in its path was swept away.


    Trees, boulders, and earth swatted back. The clouds in the sky were cast away while what seemed like an eruption of a supermassive volcano just occurred.


    Samael had to brace as he cast the Void Dome, blocking themselves from the harm. But even so, he could feel the stress of the shockwave itself.


    After that, there was only dust.


    The beast was dead.


    There was no more life force coming from it. It was simply gone.


    As the towering dust clouds subsided, what was left was a large hole in the ground and a colossal steel structure in its midst.


    Above it was Icarius, watching the horizon as the dense fog of decay truly vanished and the rays of light made their grand return.


    The war... was indeed over.


    But before Samael could even release a sigh, Icarius flashed before him, startling him.


    "Save your breath; you still have to settle one more thing," Icarius said as he shot a glance at the distance.


    ***


    Near Stellaris, dozens of warriors were armed to the teeth as they huddled close. Before them was an army of wolves led by Seth.


    "How could you do this?!" A watcher roared.


    "Everyone trusted you!" A woman spoke.


    "TRUSTED ME?! DID I EVER ASK FOR THAT?!" Seth roared back, a crazy smile planted on his face.


    "Did you actually believe I even gave a fuck about you parasites?" he asked.


    "You were all below me!" He screamed.


    "Below you? You must be out of your mind." A voice spoke.


    The warriors and wolves simultaneously shifted their attention in the shadows as Samael strode out, unarmed.


    "YOU! So you were alive!" Seth roared, joy welling in his heart.


    "Do you know how much I endured because of you?" He asked as he pulled down his hood, revealing gnarly scars on his face.


    "To think that you would return... It seems my revenge is inevitable," Seth said as he drew his blade.


    However, Samael remained nonchalant as he slowly counted the wolves.


    "Shouldn''t be too hard," Samael muttered.


    Confused, Seth asked. "What are you¡ª? A fist connected to his jaw as he was sent sprawling down the ground.


    "Did you actually think you stood a chance against me? Especially after what you did?" Samael asked, his voice grim.


    Stepping on the man''s arm, Seth released a loud cry as he felt his bone snap like a twig.


    "So... weak. To think your arm would break this easily with such a simple action..." Samael taunted as he grabbed the man by the hair, leaning in closer.


    Staring into the man''s eyes, Samael could smell the fear in his heart.


    "But don''t worry, I''m not going to kill you. After all, the guild master is calling for you," Samael said.


    Seth''s face paled upon hearing Samael''s words.


    "Now, sleep," Samael said as he lightly flicked the man''s forehead, knocking him out cold.


    Shifting his gaze at the wolves cowering in fear, Samael rose up as he spoke.


    "Abyss spikes."


    Before the very eyes of the warriors, hundreds of imgrave wolves were impaled up, dying in one fell swoop as Samael did not even spare them a glance.


    Making his way in front of the crowd, he spoke four words.


    Four words that changed everything for the better.


    "The war... is over."

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    As the declaration of war ended, the warriors soon gathered around Stellaris, regrouping.


    Although the war had indeed ended, the celebration was a silent one. No one cheered for the loss.


    They simply enjoyed the silence. The very peace they fought for. The very mission thousands died trying to achieve.


    Now it was in their hands. Now, the horrors and fear were gone. Now... They can honor everyone''s sacrifice and finally mourn their deaths.


    Samael quietly sat in a dark corner as he watched thousands of warriors being treated by medics. Some were being handed food and blankets.


    Sure, there will still be some cleaning to do as there are still wolves out there along with the hybrids. However, most of those hybrids were slaughtered by Igram when Ajax sent him.


    Speaking of Ajax, the Saint was still knocked out cold. His ethos was nearly depleted, so he had to be fed multiple dunamis of the enemy.


    Icarius, on the other hand, took matters into his own hands. He fetched the general and understood the gravity of the situation. Right now, the traitors are being interrogated, or at least most of them.


    Upon inspection of the lair, some of the Liesco knights were found there, dead and decomposing.


    The only ones to remain are Lucas, who tried to flee during the war, and Seth, whom Samael caught.


    With his testimonies and evidence, there was no escaping their sentences. However, the guild master strictly forbade Samael from revealing any of the information he knew to others.


    Back to Samael, he swiftly refused any treatment as he was not injured in the first place. Besides, any wound he would have obtained was of no problem as he could just regenerate them.


    As the sun slowly settled over the horizon, Samael found himself back in his tent as he sat down with a sigh.


    Taking out a piece of paper, he started to write to the other scouts. By now, the news must have already traveled. Soon, the other sanctuaries will also know of the victory.


    However, Samael must still tell the scouts of Yuin''s fate.


    The sounds of scribbling filled the room as Samael tucked the paper. Stepping out, he handed it to a guard.


    "Please bring this to the scout organization," Samael said.


    The guard gave a nod before leaving.


    Samael''s ears flinched as he heard someone approach him. Shifting his gaze behind him, he saw Icarius.


    "I see you''ve grown stronger. To think you can already sense my presence is quite an achievement," the guild master praised.


    "How may I be of assistance?" Samael asked.


    "I just came to inform you that your mentor is already awake," Icarius said.


    "That fast?" Samael asked, his eyes wide.


    "Well, I made sure they allowed him to absorb the dunamis of the saint I killed," Icarius said.


    "I see," Samael said.


    "Go now; I won''t hold you here any longer," Icarius said before making his way.


    Giving the man a brief nod, Samael made his way to the medical bay, where he found warriors who were being treated.


    After some looking, he eventually found Ajax''s tent.


    Entering inside, Samael saw a couple familiar faces, such as General Timeus, who was conversing with the saint. The man wore multiple bandages along with a sling holding his arm in place.


    "Ah, your disciple is here," Timeus said.


    Approaching Ajax, Samael asked. "How are you holding up?"


    "Fine," Ajax replied.


    It was quite amusing how he still wore his helmet even after all that happened.


    "How about you, General?" Samael asked.


    Timeus fell silent as he sighed.


    "Grieving," he answered.


    "I already lost my daughter, and to think I would still lose her lover... is a burden," Timeus said.


    "But it''s okay; I believe they are together now," he resumed.


    "What are your plans now that the war is over?" Samael asked as he sat down.


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    "Well, I''ll probably retire now. I''m much too old for this sort of job. I will probably build a house and settle down," Timeus said as he leaned back.


    "After all the sacrifices you made, I think you deserve that rest," Samael said.


    After some more conversation, the general swiftly excused himself, leaving Ajax and Samael alone.


    "So what''s the plan now?" Samael asked.


    "I... am unsure," Ajax said.


    "Oh, that''s something new. You''re always sure," Samael said.


    "Well, for starters, we rest. We will recover for now and probably head out to our next destination," Ajax said.


    "Now that''s more like you," Samael pointed out.


    "What''s the situation with the traitors? Timeus said Icarus took care of them," Ajax asked.


    "That''s right. Lucas and Seth are currently being held prisoner. With all the evidence we have, there''s no escaping for them," Samael said.


    "How about the church?" Ajax asked.


    Samael fell silent when Icarius entered the tent.


    "As of right now, I believe we still can''t put the blame on them," Icarius interjected.


    Shifting their attention at the man, he continued.


    "Unfortunately, while all evidence points to these bastards as the moles, there is nothing pointing them to the ministry," Icarius said.


    "The only thing connecting them is that the Liesco knights were part of the student exchange ten years ago. Other than that? None," Icarius said. However, Ajax''s next words cut him off.


    "I believe I may have something against them," Ajax said.


    "Elaborate," Icarius said as he leaned closer.


    "I was secretly investigating Lucas when I found a strange orb-like device in one of his cabinets," Ajax said.


    "An orb?" Icarius asked.


    "Yes," Ajax confirmed.


    "How interesting..." he muttered as he flicked his finger.


    Samael''s eyes shifted in the shadows, where multiple silhouettes flew away upon his order.


    "My men are already on their way," Icarius said.


    "Now, forgive me for eavesdropping, but regarding your question of what next? Well, I''ll have to inconvenience you two for a bit more," he resumed.


    "What do you mean?" Samael asked.


    "As you two already know, Tera''s Saint is currently missing in action," Icarius said.


    "But the story goes deeper than that," he resumed.


    "Stop hinting and just explain it," Ajax said.


    Icarius nodded as he spoke. "Tera''s saint is dead."


    "What?" Samael and Ajax said in unison.


    "How?" Ajax asked.


    "I know it''s surprising, but he was not murdered by the ministry or anything," Icarius clarified.


    "Tera''s previous saint, Lara, died in battle when she fought another saint-ranked beast coming for the sanctuary. This was before the invasion occurred."


    "We got intel of a snake-like abomination heading straight for the sanctuary, so we dispatched her. Unfortunately, we were too late. When we arrived, she died of the aftereffects of the poison of the beast she fought," Icarius said.


    "So what''s going to happen to Tera now?" Samael asked.


    A sanctuary without a saint was a sitting duck against a sea of monsters.


    "That is the part where you two come in," Icarius said.


    "As you two know, you, Ajax, are a saint without any affiliations. You''re technically perfect for the position of the guardian of Tera," Icarius said.


    Ajax tried to speak, but Icarius swiftly followed.


    "But! knowing you, I know you''re just going to refuse, so here''s my proposal," Icarius said.


    "I want you two to head to Tera and act as a temporary guardian for the city until a buddy of mine returns from his mission," Icarius proposed.


    "We? act as guardians? Don''t we have a mission of freeing the sanctuaries and investigating the church?" Samael asked.


    "That''s why it''s only temporary. But do not fret. With Tera''s victory, the supplies will start to flow normally again and the situation should somewhat stabilize. This will give you two enough time during your stay in Tera," Icarius explained.


    "All your expenses will be covered by the guild. Besides, a little vacation won''t hurt," Icarius said.


    Samael fell silent, and Ajax too fell into deep contemplation. After some time, the saint spoke.


    "How about the aristocrats?"


    Icarius fell silent for a while before he replied. "That... I cannot do anything about it."


    "You know full well they''re going to treat us like outcasts," Ajax said.


    Samael''s forehead creased as he asked. "How is that any different when we were traveling?"


    Ajax fell silent upon Samael''s question.


    Hearing this, Icarius sighed.


    "May I? Ajax?" he said.


    "...Go ahead," the saint said.


    "All right," Icarius said as he shifted his gaze at Samael.


    "Your mentor, Ajax, is not just a normal man who became a watcher," Icarius said.


    "I know that much. But so what?" Samael asked.


    "His full name is Ajax... Azureborn," Icarius revealed.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he muttered. "He''s a noble...?"


    "Yes, he is the sole heir of the Azureborn family. An esteemed clan¡ª."


    "Once... an esteemed household," Ajax intervened.


    Icarius remained silent upon hearing the man''s word.


    "My family... They were envied by many nobles. So when they saw the opportunity to take us down, they took it," Ajax said.


    "They took our land and our properties and gave us so much debt that we had to sell even the smallest things just to pay them off."


    "They laughed at us, scorned us, and called us outcasts. When my mother and father fell ill due to intense labor just so we could eat, we had nothing to treat their sickness," Ajax said, his grip tightening.


    "Even when we begged, they did not even raise a single finger. Nobles they are," Ajax sneered.


    Samael''s face fell grim. His family faced a somewhat similar fate as Ajax did. Perhaps that''s why he was drawn to him?


    "...But I know we can''t just leave the sanctuary on its own. Even if it is a place ruled by nobility, we cannot just leave its people to die," Ajax added.


    Icarius shot a look at the man.


    "I know this may sound insensitive, but perhaps this is a chance to restore your family''s honor. Knowing you are of noble blood will allow for a much smoother reentry in aristocratic society," Icarius said.


    "No," Ajax replied.


    "I do not wish to prove my family''s worth to these dogs. I do not have to do anything for them."


    "What I''m doing, I''m doing for the people," Ajax said.


    "How about you, Samael?" Icarius asked.


    "Where he goes, I go," Samael said.


    "Very well," Icarius said.


    "Just say the word and I will set up a transport for you two. Although I do respect Ajax''s opinion of not proving himself, I can''t just go ahead and let you two wander in and take charge. So I will make sure they know the power you hold¡ªthe power the guild holds," Icarius said as he rose up.


    However, midway before he left, he halted his steps as he called.


    "Another thing, there is one more reason why I asked the two of you and not only Ajax to do this mission," Icarius said.


    "Seeing your age and impressive prowess, Samael, I need you to take on a different mission."


    Casting a glance over his shoulder, Icarius resumed.


    "We have a rather important figure in one of the biggest social events held in Tera. They''re mainly composed of nobility, so you should prepare your etiquette and clothes."


    Samael''s brows furrowd as he asked.


    "How does this concern me?" Samael asked.


    "I need you to protect that person," Icarius said.


    "And who is that person?" Samael asked.


    "You''ll know," Icarius said before leaving.

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    The following days after the war, Georgo Road was busy. Warriors who were still able to fight were sent in groups to hunt down the remaining wolves wandering the forest.


    There have been reports of these wolves trying to breed and recreate an army, but with Icarius''s help and their leader gone, this was nigh impossible to achieve.


    Meanwhile, they dedicated a day to honor the dead and bury them. After that, it was back to rebuilding what they lost.


    Samael and Ajax took this time for themselves. The saint rested for the week, making sure his recovery was fast and swift. So far, he''s been able to finally train and slowly regain his lost vitality.


    Meanwhile, Samael continuously trained himself. His main priority was to get used to his newfound power as soon as he could.


    His sudden surge in his overall stats was truly an overwhelming leap. Even Ajax was surprised by how strong he became in the span of a week or two.


    The revelation that Samael was only gone for such a short time also gave him complicated emotions. For him, months passed by, and yet he was barely gone for them.


    On the other hand, trials were indeed a great way to gain strength in such short amounts of time. If you could ignore the threat of monsters devouring you whole,.


    A gamble, but one Samael excelled in.


    Wiping his sweat, Samael could feel the presence of a soldier approaching him from dozens of meters away.


    He can feel the way his boot struck the ground, the shifting of the wind, and even faintly sense his heartbeat.


    It was truly an odd feeling.


    As the soldier approached Samael, he halted his steps as he saw the destruction around the field. Countless craters littered the ground, and multiple deep gashes were etched in the earth.


    Boulders were shattered, some pulverized, and scattered around, adding further chaos.


    Staring at Samael, the soldier could not help but gulp as he slowly approached closer, making sure to clear his throat to avoid startling the Grim hound and ending up killing himself.


    Then again, Samael was not even a full-fledged adult, but he''s already capable of causing so much destruction on his own. Was he even human?


    Noticing the fear in the man, Samael slowly shot a glance over his shoulder. But that didn''t seem to help, as the soldier stuttered.


    "S-Sir, the g-guild master is calling for y-you," he delivered.


    Samael gave a brief nod before taking off, not even listening to the rest of the message.


    As he approached the camp, he swiftly located Icarius''s presence near the training field.


    Upon arrival, Samael saw Ajax going against the guild master. Each strike they delivered caused a shockwave that swept throughout the stage. However, they had a precise sense of control so as not to destroy the place.


    The two exchanged blows in the form of hand-to-hand combat; their strikes were hardly something a mundane human could follow.


    Eventually, their bout ended as Icarius managed to corner the saint. Without shame, Ajax admitted his defeat as he rose up.


    Icarius wiped off his sweat as he shifted his gaze at Samael.


    "Ah, there you are," Icarius said.


    "Come, take a walk with me," he resumed.


    Ajax and Samael exchanged glances before following the man.


    "The reason I called for the two of you is to confirm a few things," Icarius said.


    "Ask away," Samael said.


    "First, how are your conditions?" he asked.


    "Fine," Ajax said.


    "Good," Samael answered.


    A soft chuckle escaped Icarius''s lips as he proceeded to the next question.


    "Good, you say? If I were to ask you, can you travel now? Can you?" Icarius asked.


    "Yes? Wait¡ª what''s all this?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    "Good, then get in," Icarius said as an elegantly designed wagon catered with gold and jewelry came to a halt before them.


    "What?" Before Samael could even say a word, Icarius pushed him in along with Ajax.


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    "Hey!" However, before Samael could protest, the carriage took off.


    On their way out, Samael and Ajax saw countless warriors cheer as they bid their farewells.


    Even Timeus stood among the crowd as he gave the two a salute.


    "They will sing songs of your bravery," Icarius said as he leaned back with a shrug.


    "But we never did it to be praised," Samael said.


    "Just get used to it. As you save more people, events like this will naturally follow suit," Icarius said.


    "You two are very symbols of hope now. Your journeys and adventures have soared far and wide, even the mention of your name can boost other people''s morales," Icarius mentioned.


    Samael stared at the wide smiles on each of the warriors faces as he sighed, leaning back and relaxing.


    "How long will it take to reach Tera?" Samael asked.


    "We''ll be there when the morning comes," Ajax said. Somehow, his voice felt a lot more emotionally detached.


    Noticing this, Icarius steered the conversation in another direction. "So, thinking about it, this is your first time visiting another sanctuary, right?"


    "Yes," Samael said as he glanced at the decaying trees.


    "What is Tera like?" he asked.


    "Tera, it''s a beautiful place. Its houses are clean, its residents are kind, and everything feels perfect," Icarius said.


    "If you only look at the depths, that is," he resumed.


    "Care to explain?" Samael asked.


    "Like any other sanctuaries, Tera has some bad parts. If we compare every single sanctuary, Tera would have the worst slum among all of them," Icarius said.


    "Poverty, huh," Samael said.


    "Yes, poverty. Tera. It''s a place unlike the others," Icarius said, his face furrowing.


    "It is a place infested with nobles, and they hold that place in the throat," Ajax interjected.


    Samael shifted his gaze at the man.


    "Unlike the rest, which are greatly influenced by the guild and the ministry of light, Tera is the city of nobles. They have their own government, and their knights are their warriors," Ajax explained.


    "Nobles have quite the amount of treasures. At first, it used to be gold. Then, as the times changed, it became dunamis cores and remnants," Ajax resumed.


    Joining in the conversation, Icarius spoke. "Nobles measure their power through ranks. Namely, the order of status lowest in the pyramid is Sigir, followed by Vishir, then Kishpa, Danir, and the highest is Thaesir."


    "They live a complicated life," Samael said.


    "I cannot agree more," Ajax added.


    "Currently, there are four Thaesir families ruling Tera. They are factions that hold significant parts of the sanctuary. They call these places marked territories," Icarius explained.


    "Currently, all of them are at a ceasefire. However, everyone and their grandmother knows they would slit each other''s throats if given a chance," Icarius said.


    "For people called ''nobles'', they sure are barbaric," Samael said.


    "Nobles are greedy. They will take anything that is of worth to them," Ajax said.


    "Well, that''s how factions thrive. Even the guild has its own dirty secrets," Icarius said.


    The conversation halted there as time seemed to pass by in a breeze. Samael attempted to meditate a couple times, but to no avail.


    Thinking about Tera, Samael asked. "Can''t you really just reveal who I am protecting?"


    "Unfortunately, no," Icarius said.


    "I don''t understand, why?" Samael asked.


    "The identity and status of the person you''re going to protect is... troublesome," Icarius said.


    "Does knowing who that person is enough to put me in danger?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Icarius answered.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. There was no hint of humor in his tone. What he said, he meant.


    "If that person is of such high status, why me?" Samael asked. There were plenty enough to handle such a VIP. So why him?


    "The person who asked me this favor specifically made sure I only put the people I trust the most in charge of her safety," Icarius answered.


    "I didn''t know you looked at us so highly," Samael remarked.


    "Well, things happen." Icarius shrugged it off.


    "Can you at least tell what will happen once this person''s identity is revealed?" Samael asked.


    Icarius fell silent for a moment before he answered.


    "First, you will be hunted. I mean, hunted. They won''t stop until they get you," he said.


    "Second, it will be burdensome for me. Revealing her identity without permission may cause me and her to fight," Icarius said.


    "Fight?" Ajax asked.


    "Yes, fight. That person''s guardian is someone of the same rank as me. Not only that, but she possesses far more experience than I do," Icarius said.


    "If the two of you were to indeed fight, who would win?" Ajax asked.


    "I don''t know," Icarius truthfully answered, which shut down the conversation fast.


    "Can I at least know the details? How am I even going to be sure the person I''ll meet is the right person I''m supposed to protect?" Samael asked.


    "Well, for starters, the one who asked me the favor said she''d inform me," Icarius said.


    "That''s all you have?" Samael asked in disbelief.


    "Well..." Icarius scratched his head as he laughed wryly.


    Leaning back, Samael sighed. It was going to be another troublesome commission. But what can he do?


    "That reminds me; I do know a specific detail," Icarius remarked.


    Samael shifted his attention to the man.


    "You will be meeting that person at the Serenity Ball, the biggest event and gathering held in Tera once every year," Icarius said.


    "It''s an event filled with aristocrats of high status. Not only that, but all four Thaesir heirs will be present there to represent their families," Icarius recalled.


    "A ball?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    "Yes, you will have to learn to dance and know some etiquette. In fact, I have already arranged a teacher for you," Icarius said.


    "No," Samael swiftly said.


    "Oh, come on, not everyone gets the chance to join such a grand event!" Icarius said.


    "I''m not ''everyone''; I would rather sit in a corner and watch from afar," Samael said.


    "But that will make you stand out, no?" Icarius said.


    "Not if I hide my presence," Samael fired back.


    "Don''t be like that! You don''t know when you might be able to use such skills!" Icarius said.


    "Skills? What? Am I supposed to dance with monsters now?" Samael asked.


    Icarius just gave up as he leaned back; there was no convincing the kid. He was like his mentor¡ªtoo focused on things.


    "You should learn to be laid back sometimes," Icarius said.


    "And end up like you? Yeah, no thanks, I''ll pass on that," Samael said.


    Icarius grasped his chest as though he were stabbed in the heart. But Samael just chose to ignore the man as he closed his eyes.


    Samael''s family was of noble origin. Although he does not know exactly what his family''s house is, but does it really matter? Whatever remained would have gone by now if what Ajax and Icarius said was true.


    Not to mention, his family has always been cautious, even back then. They would often distance themselves from others and keep to themselves. But they were not cold. In fact, they were the sweetest and kindest people Samael has met.


    There was no point in trying to dwell on it. When the time is right, he will go and make the people who ruined his family pay the price.


    For now, he will focus on the present and his future.


    As the seconds piled up, the carriage slowly got closer and closer to the city of agriculture. So close, they can see the towering walls in the distance.


    With a glance ahead, Samael readied himself.

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    As the minutes flew by, the carriage the three rode slowly arrived at Tera, where multiple armed personnel were inspecting dozens of carriages.


    "Are they all here for the Serenity Ball?" Samael asked.


    "Yes. Some of them might be merchants who are trying their luck with the nobles; some may just be lower-ranking aristocrats hoping to get an invitation for the event itself," Icarius said.


    "With this line, it''ll take us forever to even enter," Samael said.


    "Oh, don''t worry about that; our carriage holds the symbol of the guild, so we''ll get a priority pass," Icarius said with a smug smile.


    "I didn''t know you liked using your authority for something so petty," Samael berated.


    "What''s the use of having authority if I can''t even use it as I please?" Icarius asked as he chuckled.


    "Don''t you know that with great power comes great responsibility?" Samael asked.


    "Oh bah! Enough of that nonsense, and let''s get into business," Icarius dismissed as he dove down and took out two cases.


    "Since we''re technically of high stature, we should look presentable in the least," he said as he opened the cases, revealing a set of clothes and other trinkets.


    "You want us to change?" Samael asked, reluctance present in his pupils.


    "Of course! You guys will be the ones to protect this place, so you should look good, right?" Icarius asked.


    "That doesn''t even make sense¡ª" Ajax''s words were cut short as Icarius shoved the clothes towards the two.


    "You should hurry and wear those before we get inspected," Icarius said.


    Samael and Ajax could only sigh as they swiftly changed clothes. This opportunity prompted Samael to take a few sneak peeks, but Ajax was cautious as he deployed a veil of shadow between them.


    Once they were done changing, Samael was now wearing a white silk tunic with his upper chest exposed, coupled with a jet black pair of pants and black shiny boots embroidered with jewelry.


    "This... is uncomfortable," Samael said as he shifted his gaze at his mentor.


    Ajax was now wearing a black suit with a red tie and a white porcelain mask over his face.


    Why does it feel like I expected that? Samael asked himself.


    "Why do you protect your face so much? Are you ugly?" Samael asked, but the man simply ignored him.


    Inspecting Samael and Ajax, Icarius whistled. "I knew you two had some charisma, but this is taking it to another level."


    "Quit it," Ajax said, shutting down the man fast.


    As the carriage rapidly approached the long line, a soldier adorned in white armor took notice of them as he raised a golden flag.


    Seeing the flag, the other knights swiftly went into action as they directed the carriages to move to the side.


    "Make way!" The knights roared.


    Some of the people in the line did not take kindly to this, but upon seeing the emblem on the carriage, they backed off like good dogs.


    As the guild''s carriage came through, the knights gave their salutes as one of them came forward and knocked.


    Lowering the window, Icarius came into view.


    "Good day, sir knight," he greeted.


    "Ah, sir Icarius! It is a pleasure to see you, but I''m afraid I must still check if you have anyone else with you," the knight hesitantly said.


    "I know, I know. You''re just doing your job," Icarius remarked as he leaned back, allowing the knight to see Samael nonchalantly leaning over the window and Ajax still like a statue.


    "These are my companions, Ajax and Samael. I don''t have to confirm anything about them now, do I?" Icarius asked.


    "Of course, sir, please come through," the knight said as he backed away.


    Closing the window back up, the carriage proceeded as planned.


    Samael watched the streets of Tera with great curiousity. The city was indeed beautiful to boot.


    The road was furnished and smooth; the houses towered and shone under the sun, while the people were lively and dressed nicely.


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    Samael would have believed Tera was the best place compared to everyone else had he not known about its underlying poverty.


    "Enjoying the view?" Icarius asked.


    "You were right about its beauty," Samael said.


    "You''ll know best to believe everything I say is true," Icarius bragged.


    As the carriage made its way throughout the town, they soon entered a street different from the rest.


    This part of the sanctuary was rather quiet. But that wasn''t all. The houses had their own wide green land and towering mansions.


    "We''re already in the aristocratic territories," Icarius mentioned.


    "They sure are rich," Samael said as the carriage passed by the mansions.


    "That they are," Icarius agreed.


    After a few more minutes, the ride soon stopped before a large manor with a dozen maids waiting by the front yard, all quietly standing by the side to greet them. Leading them was a man wearing a black suit with gray hair and a beard.


    Icarius took charge as he stepped out of the carriage to greet the man.


    "Butler Sein, good to see you again," Icarius said.


    "It is my honor to serve the guild master," Butler Sein said as he bowed down.


    "I''m sorry about your father; I heard he died peacefully," Icarius said.


    "Please do not worry about it, your excellency; he passed away with honor and dignity," Butler Sein said.


    "Good to know," Icarius said.


    "Please, sir, the manor has been prepared for you and your guests," Butler Sein said as multiple other men wearing the same suit approached Icarius and the carriage, working swiftly and without a single word uttered as they took the baggages.


    "Just follow the guides; they''ll show you the way," Icarius said as he took off with Butler Sein.


    Ajax and Samael could only heed his words as they allowed the guides to take them in.


    The manor was just as grand on the inside as it was on the on the outside. Its white walls were decorated with gold and other precious metals, along with relics and other ancient paintings.


    The corridors were long and filled with rooms; each one had its own purpose, and this just made Samael feel even more confused.


    Just how can they remember every single room?


    The guide led the two to multiple other sections of the house. It gave them directions to the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, and even the training room.


    Eventually, their small adventure ended as they were led to their final destination, their own rooms.


    Ajax was just across the hall, in front of Samael''s room. To make sure they know their place, the workers put up a sign with their name on it.


    Sitting down on the bed, a sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he allowed himself to rest his guard a little.


    It has been quite an exhausting week. One moment he was fighting rabid wolves, and now he''s aiming to go to a ball with a boatload of aristocrats.


    Samael doesn''t even know which is harder.


    Laying down, he stared at the ceiling as he thought, Who was he even supposed to protect?


    ***


    A beautiful, mature woman slowly sat up, the frame of the bed creaking under her weight as she spared a glance forward, her crimson gaze focusing on a delicate young girl sitting before a mirror.


    The girl''s frame was slim but not skinny; her skin was milky white and had this subtle glow in it.


    Her hair was neatly combed as it nearly reached the floor, its surface reflecting the light of the room as it nudged under her every move.


    However, what separated her from the rest was the pair of black wings tucked behind her waist and the two white horns sticking out of her head.


    "Lilith, dear, won''t you pay more attention to your beloved grandma?" Aphemis said as she hugged the young girl, pressing her cheeks against the kid.


    However, Lilith simply hugged the woman back before breaking away.


    "Not right now, grandmother," Lilith spoke, her melodic, soft voice echoing in the room.


    Aphemis sighed as she sat beside the girl. "Why do you even have to go through all this? You don''t even need such pathetic cosmetics to make yourself look pretty," she remarked.


    "But don''t you do this as well, grandmother?" Lilith fired back.


    "You cheeky brat!" Aphemis said as she gave out an exaggerated gasp.


    "I do it for myself, not for these silly human gatherings," Aphemis defended herself.


    Staring at her own reflection, Lilith''s ruby-red eyes narrowed as she delicately applied make-up.


    "Grandmother, I thought we already discussed this," Lilith said.


    "Ugh, I know, but you''ve been oddly keen on knowing these humans and even their culture," Aphemis said as she rested her chin over her hand.


    "I know you''re doing this because of that kid. I get that he did save you, but I would have done just that even without his help," Aphemis said.


    Lilith halted her hands as she cast a glance at her grandmother, her eyes frowning in disapproval.


    "Firstly, that kid''s name is Samael. Second, he did save me regardless of his own situation. I owe him my life," Lilith said as she rose up.


    "But it''s been so long! Unlike us, humans have a short lifespan. Promises and such things are nothing but meager words for them! Besides, you''ll outlive him eventually!" Aphemis pointed out.


    "I do not care about that grandma. Samael is different. He isn''t like "most" humans, as you say. You know that," Lilith replied.


    Aphemis grumbled in her seat as she replied. "Ugh, fine. I admit he''s different than most, but in the end, how are you even sure he''ll return?"


    Lilith fell silent as she grasped the necklace resting in her neck.


    "I... I don''t know... but I will cherish the memories I had with him," Lilith said before she dragged her grandmother up.


    "Now, I have a ball to prepare for, so please, grandma, leave me for a while," Lilith said as she pushed her grandmother out of her room.


    Sitting back down, Lilith spared a glance at her reflection as she took out a piece of paper and a hairpin from her storage remnant.


    She delicately caressed the two objects as her eyes got lost in the torrent of memories.


    The days they spent together, the fun they had, and the small adventure they went through.


    Every word Lilith said was heartfelt. Samael was indeed not some ordinary human, as her mother suggests. He was different. Unique.


    Demons often associate different things as something bad as it disrupts their way of life, but to Lilith, Samael was different in a better way.


    He was kind. A form of kindness she never experienced once.


    Even now, she can vividly remember the nights they spent talking and telling each other stories while watching the stars and the moon.


    She can still hear Samael''s voice and his warm touch. She can still feel his gentle and protective embrace that put her to sleep countless times.


    Samael was simply different.


    Lilith understood the worries of her grandmother. Demons lifespans can go as far as thousands upon hundreds of thousands of years. This is even more slowed considering the chances of them possessing an element are higher.


    She understands that one day she will outlive Samael. She will see his skin wrinkle and his hair turn gray, but it does not matter to her.


    To her, Samael will always have an important place in her heart.


    That''s something even time can never change.

 Ch85-Preparations.

    "Now, remember. A ball is an event especially catered for nobles. It is not solely for fun but for building connections. CONNECTIONS," a man in his thirties said as he wrote on the board using chalk.


    Samael could only sigh as he watched the lecture. This was part of his preparations for the Serenity Ball, and this instructor was forced upon him by Icarius.


    No matter how much Samael tried to dodge it, the man was simply too cunning to avoid.


    "Our lessons will be as follows: we''ll take history lessons about nobles, their families, and even their factions. At noon, we''ll learn proper etiquette, and when night falls, we''ll learn to dance," the man who goes by the name Dominic said.


    "Just so you know, I''m not planning to give up on your lessons because this is the Serenity Ball we''re talking about. The biggest event that occurs once in a year!" Dominic roared with passion burning in his pupils.


    "I know; you don''t have to emphasise it," Samael said in exasperation.


    He was a little grumpy, considering Ajax managed to get away safely since he was of noble origin. His main reason is that he already knows all this stuff.


    "That''s all for today, but before you go, take these books with you and start reading them. We''ll have a quiz tomorrow, and I expect flying scores," Dominic said as he gave Samael three thick books.


    "You expect me to read all this?" Samael said in disbelief.


    "Oh, please, Sir Icarius made sure I knew you''re superhuman, so this much should be nothing to you," Dominic said before he excused himself.


    Samael released a deep sigh as he leaned back. There were too many things happening at once. This was harder than fighting monsters.


    Samael rose to his feet as he took the books, leaving the room as he went for a walk in the garden.


    Sitting there, his ears flinched as he heard the whispers of the maids and butlers a few metres from him.


    "Did you hear the master''s guests are the famous twin shadows? Apparently they travel the world slaying monsters," a maid whispered.


    "Twin shadows? I heard they were called the two hounds since they never lose their prey!" The butler interjected.


    Losing interest, Samael returned his attention on the books he held when the talk shifted to another topic.


    "It feels thrilling that the serenity ball is arriving soon," a maid said.


    "Yeah, but rumours are that this year''s ball is quite special since the Georgo Road was freed. They say all the Thaesir families will be there along with a few important figures," another maid said.


    "That makes sense since master Icarius never really attends these sorts of gatherings, yet he''s preparing for them!" A butler said.


    Samael''s eyes slowly shifted to his left as he expanded his senses even further.


    "Have you guys heard about the maiden of roses?" a maid asked.


    "Of course! She''s literally the hottest topic in the sanctuary right now!" A maid replied.


    "Maiden of roses?" A butler asked.


    Samael could faintly tell the maids couldn''t help but facepalm.


    "The Maiden of Rose! A lady of an esteemed family! It has been a year or two since she arrived here and has caused waves in the noble world!" One maid explained.


    "Rumour has it that her family is so strong that even the Thaesir families wish to form connections with her! No Thaesir family will ever do that!" A maid said.


    "Why maiden of roses, though?" the butler asked.


    "Well, those who claim to have seen her say her beauty was otherworldly. It was almost divine!" A maid said.


    "It''s actually quite ironic considering she is of the demon kind," a maid added.


    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    Demon kind?


    It was something he hadn''t heard about for years. It was nostalgic.


    "I mean, who would have thought that our judgement would be so clouded? Just because they''re demons doesn''t make them similar to abominations!" A maid said.


    A small smile found its way to Samael''s lips as he remembered his first encounter with the little demoness and how his worldview changed for the better.


    "Her title was actually not just because of her beauty. She is dubbed a maiden because the four Thaesir family heirs have apparently fallen for her!" A maid said as multiple squeals echoed.


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    "That''s got to be a stretch. The four young masters? Fallen for a single girl?" The butler said in scepticism.


    "Of course it''s hard to believe, but it''s what everyone is saying! It''s not like we know better!" A maid berated.


    "Okay, stop with all the comments and let me finish!" A maid said.


    "As for the reason they call her a rose, it''s because of how untouchable she is. It''s almost like there''s a thorn separating her from the rest, like some untouchable treasure!" The maid said.


    "Wait, she isn''t even interested in the four young masters?" The butler asked in surprise.


    "As far as we know, the battle to obtain her heart is still raging on. There''s still no confirmed victor since all of them are at stalemate!" A maid answered.


    "That''s just crazy to believe," the butler said before they walked off.


    Processing all this, Samael''s eyes glinted as he pieced everything together.


    "I think I might just know who my client is," Samael said before he took off.


    ***


    "Master Icarius, young master Samael has come to meet you," Sein said.


    "Samael? Let him through," Icarius said as he stopped writing.


    With the butlers permission, Samael went in.


    "Samael! What bought you here?" Icarius asked.


    "Tell me, is my client the maiden of roses?" Samael asked.


    Icarius''s eyes widened. "So you''ve already heard about her, huh?" he muttered.


    "So is it?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, that''s one way to call her," Icarius agreed.


    "So I''m supposed to protect a girl the four Thaesir heirs are aiming for? You''re literally throwing me in a pit full of lions!" Samael said in exasperation.


    "It''s not like you''re going to be another competitor! Your job is to observe and act when needed; there''s no need to sweat about it," Icarius said.


    Samael could only sigh.


    "Now, focus on your practices, as you only have a week before the ball!" Icarius said as he signalled the butler to escort Samael out.


    Leaving the premises, Samael decided to take a walk outside as the setting sun cast shadows over the horizon.


    Samael wandered aimlessly for some time as he took in the cold night wind, reminiscing about the freezing nights he survived.


    Now, this meagre wind was nothing but a tickle to him. But one he welcomes.


    After some walking, Samael soon left the aristocratic land and finally entered the bustling town.


    Much like its morning atmosphere, the night was far wilder as lights blasted the streets and waves of people swarmed its pathways. Colourful designs littered the establishments while dozens of stalls piled up.


    People lingered around as they conversed and ate their fill, their smiles and laughter filling the air with delight.


    Blending in with the crowd, Samael bought a few sticks of meat as he took a leisurely stroll.


    From his observations, it seems this particular celebration was normal whenever the Serenity Ball neared.


    Charters of all kinds echoed in the air, but what really caught Samael''s interest was the talk about this Maiden of Rose.


    "So who did you bet on?" A man asked.


    "Of course the esteemed and gallant Rob Deneiro!" another responded as he chugged down the beer in his large cup.


    "Rob? Bah! You must be delusional! Everyone knows it''s going to be Lee Sinrage!" Another chimed in.


    "Lee? He''s still a brat wet behind the ears!" A man said, the scent of liquor emanating from him.


    "Shush! Do you want to get your head lopped off?" A woman intervened as she dropped off two more bottles of beer.


    "But if you were to ask me, it''s definitely Cairo Posh. Call it a woman''s intuition," the waitress said as she left.


    "Cairo? Eh, I believe the one with the highest chance currently is Eric Donovan. I mean, have you seen how close she''s gotten to the Maiden of Rose?" A man said.


    "You got a point there." A voice chimed in.


    Samael''s interest soon faded as the talks drifted to meagre subjects, prompting him to leave.


    As he walked around, Samael soon found himself leaving the party and entering dark alleyways.


    Soon, he found himself in a depressing place. The slums.


    In contrast to the happy and lively party raging on the other side of the sanctuary, the people here were silent and dirty.


    The walls were stained with filth, and the place smelled like shit and piss. There were not many lights, and the ground was uneven and rough.


    Dozens of people sat on the curbs, their bodies covered in makeshift blankets, as they fought the cold.


    Some were mothers with their kids, weak and hungry. Their skin had already hugged their bones, and their eyes had lost their shine.


    Just how can they party so hard when dozens of people are here suffering?


    Taking a bag of bread out, Samael dropped it off before the mother and her child as he spoke. "Eat, there''s plenty for all of you here."


    The people''s eyes shone as they looked at the bread, but no one took it.


    Noticing their gazes, Samael sighed as he stepped back and vanished into the darkness.


    As he did, the people lunged at the bread as they devoured it, tears of gratitude trailing down their cheeks.


    Samael silently watched the spectacle above a roof, a solemn expression etched on his visage as he remembered Icarius''s words.


    It seems what the man said was indeed correct. He best believes that everything that comes out of his mouth is the truth.


    After some time, Samael soon left the slums as he slowly made his way back towards the manor.


    However, his nose flinched as the fragrant scent of flowers assaulted his senses for a brief moment.


    Samael jerked his head back, but to no avail. There was only a sea of people minding their own business.


    Shifting his gaze forward once more, Samael left.


    ***


    "Is there something wrong, miss?" A maid adorned in a black cloak asked a girl wearing the same clothes.


    Lilith remained silent for a while as she tried to trace the scent, but her attempts were futile.


    "No... It''s nothing," Lilith said, a frown etched in her face. Shifting her focus forward, the little demoness soon found herself in the slums, but what she saw surprised her.


    A crowd of peasants gathered in a circle as they laughed.


    Taking notice of her, a kid called "Ma! She''s back!"


    The other people swiftly swarmed Lilith.


    "What brought you back here, my lady?" An old man asked.


    "I was just checking on you people," Lilith answered.


    "Ah, but did you not already bring us bread earlier?" The old man asked.


    "Bread? No, I just arrived," Lilith cleared.


    "Is that so...? How strange," the old man said.


    Lilith opened her lips when she felt that familiar scent in the air. But it was only for a brief moment, as everything soon went back to normal.


    Just what was happening to her?


    Clutching her chest, the maid beside her swiftly approached her. "Miss? Are you in pain?"


    "No, please be at ease," Lilith said as she took deep breaths.


    Just what was that feeling?


    "Did you perhaps see the man who gave the bread?" Lilith asked, a tinge of hope present in her voice.


    "Unfortunately, we did not, my lady. It was far too dark, and he vanished like he was never there!" The old man answered.


    "I see..." Lilith muttered to herself.


    "Well then, please have these," she followed as the maid dragged forth a sack of food.


    The people fervently thanked her as she excused herself.


    Watching the moon in the sky, Lilith could faintly feel that same strange emotion in her heart.


    As for what it is, She doesn''t know.

 CH86-Her alone.

    "Are the preparations going as planned?" A deep voice asked.


    "Yes, master." An army of cloaked individuals answered in unison as they all kneeled before the reflection.


    "Good. We shall strike when the time is right and rid this world of evil," he muttered as he paced around.


    "Your will is our will, master," they praised.


    "Be vigilant; the artifacts I have sent are soon to arrive. Make sure to utilize them to isolate the target," the man warned.


    "It will be done without trouble," a red-cloaked individual answered with six slits on his mask. Symbolizing his rank within the order.


    "What about the other heir? Our intelligence has said that they hold affection for the target," the red-cloaked individual pointed out.


    "Subdue all that gets in your way. At the end of the day, these are but brats," the master answered before the transmission ended.


    "You heard the master. MOVE!" the leader of the army commanded as the men vanished into darkness.


    ***


    Three days before the Serenity Ball.


    Samael silently sat by the balcony of his room as he watched the starry night sky and the tantalizing glow of the moon.


    He actually just escaped his dancing lessons, and there is no doubt that his teacher was looking for him. Luckily, he can hide his presence with ease.


    Twirling Crimson Raven in his hands, Samael caressed the ruby crystal nesting in his neck. His eyes lost in memories.


    This was how he often spent his days. Thinking. Reminiscing about the past. Sometimes, the future.


    "Samael!" His tutor roared from below.


    Samael could only sigh as he replied. "What?"


    "Don''t what me! Come down this instant and let us finish your dancing lessons!" The man roared.


    "I keep telling you, I''m not dancing!" Samael answered.


    The man gasped as he roared back. "That is unacceptable! Come down now!"


    "Or what?" Samael taunted.


    "Or I tell Master Icarius!" The man answered.


    Samael could only click his tongue as he dropped down, startling the man as he stirred the dust.


    "How reckless! Now your clothes are dirty!" He berated as he hastily dusted Samael.


    "Relax, it''s just dust," Samael answered.


    "Not just dust! Any form of imperfection is not tolerated for a candidate for the ball!" He said before dragging Samael back inside the manor.


    "Now, I''ve been teaching you how to dance, but this time, I got you a partner," Dominic mentioned.


    Samael''s brows furrowed as they arrived at the ballroom hall, where a woman dressed in white sat quietly. She had fair white skin alongside her orange curly hair and green eyes.


    Upon seeing the two, she immediately rose up and gave an eloquent bow. "Greetings, mister Dominic, and...?" She said as she slowly shot a look at Samael.


    "Samael." The boy answered without care.


    The girl''s cheeks flushed as she stared at Samael''s face. After his transformation, his look was definitely worthy of praise. That, paired with his frame and confidence, made Samael undoubtedly charismatic.


    "Bah! Where''s your manners, Samael?" Dominic said as he bowed down.


    "I''m sorry for this terrible behavior, lady Trix. I swear he''s not that bad," Dominic apologized. However, Samael simply did not give a care.


    "It is okay, mister Dominic," Trix said as she slowly approached Samael and gave him her greetings.


    "Sir Samael, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Trix Geoffrey, daughter of Vishir San Geoffrey," she introduced.


    Vishir, so her family is second ranked in the hierarchy, Samael thought as he gave the girl a nod.


    "You!" Dominic opened his mouth, but noticing the looks on Lady Trix''s face, he halted his words and sighed.


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    Sure, some nobles may have some confidence, but only based on their looks and family prestige. Samael had this air around him¡ªthat unbending trust in himself and in his power.


    Clapping his hands together, Lady Trix and Samael shifted their attention to the man as he spoke. "Now, enough with the introductions, and let''s get this whole thing started."


    Lady Trix''s face flushed red as she stood there, waiting. But nothing came.


    Samael did not move an inch from his position. He simply stood there, watching Dominic with a gaze full of resolve.


    "What are you waiting for? Go! Ask for her hand!" Dominic said.


    "No," Samael defiantly uttered, silencing the room at once.


    Lady Trix''s face dimmed as she held her chest, shame welling in her heart at the boy''s stone-cold response.


    Dominic''s face paled as he saw the girl start to lose faith.


    Dragging Samael, he spoke. "What are you doing?!"


    "What do you mean?" Samael dodged.


    "This! Why aren''t you cooperating?!" Dominic asked.


    "I am cooperating. I read what you ask me to read, answer when you question me, and even heed your advice whenever you give one," Samael said.


    "Not that! I mean... this!" Dominic said.


    "Dancing?" Samael asked.


    "Yes! Your actions are ungentlemanly!" Dominic berated.


    Samael remained silent.


    "You should have come up to her and asked for her hand! That''s what you should have done!" Dominic said. But Samael''s response was all the same.


    "No."


    Dominic''s brows rose at the kid''s answer. It was so resolute that it nearly made him give up convincing him all together.


    "Why? Trix is a noble with great backing and beautiful to boot! She''s one of the flowers of aristocratic society," Dominic explained.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he broke free from the man and approached the lady waiting in the middle of the room.


    Dominic released a sigh of relief as he saw Samael close the distance. But what followed next shocked him.


    "Lady Trix... right?"" Samael asked.


    "Yes." She answered in a low tone as she felt her heart bang in her chest.


    Reaching for his neck, Samael untied the necklace given to him by Lilith as she held it before the girl.


    "I know you''re a lady with great backing. I know you''re attractive and that you''re doing this out of obligations," Samael said as he caressed the necklace in his hand.


    "But... I can''t; I can''t dance with you," Samael answered.


    The girl''s face flushed red as she ran away, tears trailing down her cheeks.


    For a lady, her first dance was personal. Much like Samael, she was also here to prepare for the ball. A rejection such as this was a great disgrace for her honor as the daughter of a Vishir. It was basically the same as saying she was not beautiful or good enough for him.


    "Ah! Lady Trix¡ªno!" Dominic said, but Vishir''s daughter had already left.


    "Samael!" Dominic roared in disappointment.


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he spoke. "I''ll talk to her. Stay here."


    Dominic was about to respond when Samael''s figure vanished.


    Lady Trix ran without stopping until she reached the garden. Sitting down, she sobbed. She wouldn''t have reacted this violently over something so meager, but she actually liked Samael.


    He was different from the rest. He held no form of desire for her that other men had. There was no lust in his eyes. What she saw was simply her reflection in his pupils. Samael saw her for who she is.


    To have that man reject you twice was nothing short of a disgrace for her. It made her question whether she was lacking something.


    Not only that, but Samael''s response was solid. He said it with so much conviction that it hurt.


    However, her sobs were soon hushed as a hand extended out to her, holding a white silk towel.


    "Here," Samael said.


    Lady Trix took the towel with hesitation before wiping off her tears.


    "Thank you," she whispered.


    Casting a glance at the moon, Samael spoke.


    "I am sorry for rejecting you," he said.


    Lady Trix couldn''t help but feel as though Samael''s tone held a form of longing she could not explain.


    "I will forgive you if you tell me why," she said.


    The ethereal glow of the moon shone on Samael''s face, his figure appearing so distant when he was simply there.


    "You see, I found a girl," Samael said.


    "Someone so kind and beautiful that it is blinding."


    Remembering all the time he and Lilith spent together, Samael resumed.


    "Someone who looked at me as an equal and recognized me for who I am. Not for the scars I had or my past but simply... me."


    "She was my light when I was at my lowest moments. She served as my guide when I was lost and helpless," Samael said.


    Lady Trix could feel the emotions in Samael''s voice¡ªthe sincerity and genuine adoration he felt.


    "Unfortunately, I was too weak to protect her. In that weakness, I almost lost her," Samael said.


    Lady Trix could feel the deep regret in Samael''s tone as his face warped.


    "So, we made a promise bound by blood¡ªone I can never break," Samael said as memories of their oath played like a disc in his mind.


    "A promise that whenever I feel hopeless and weak, I will remember her, and she will serve as the guiding light keeping my demons at bay," Samael reminisced.


    "I promised that the next time we meet again, I will be worthy of her. and that we will go on an adventure of our own."


    Lady Trix watched Samael gently touch the ruby-red crystal in his neck.


    "So I''m sorry for rejecting you. It''s just that I simply wish to do the things I want with her and her alone," Samael said.


    Lady Trix''s gaze lowered as she felt ashamed of herself. How can she be so blinded by honor?


    Looking at Samael, she spoke.


    "It''s... okay. I understand."


    Tapping the space beside her, she called for Samael.


    "I''m sure whoever she is, she is wonderful. To tame someone''s heart is a miracle we don''t often see in this cold world," she said.


    "So, do not worry. I won''t hold any grudges, but can you accept one of my requests?" she asked.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards Lady Trix as he spoke. "What is it?"


    "Can I be your friend?" she asked.


    A small, imperceptible smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he gave a nod.


    "If you say so," Samael said.


    A chuckle escaped Lady Trix''s lips as she rose up. "Let''s return. Mister Dominic might get worried for us."


    "Can''t we stay here a little longer? He''s just going to nag me about how important the serenity ball is," Samael said.


    "Well, he isn''t wrong," Trix said.


    "Even you? I''m starting to regret this friendship," Samael jokingly said.


    "Hey! No takebacks!" She said before going ahead, leaving Samael no choice but to follow.


    Arriving back at the dance hall, Dominic approached Samael and dragged him away.


    "So? Is everything okay now?" he asked.


    "Yes, yes," Samael answered.


    "Thank goodness!" Dominic exclaimed.


    "That would have been bad for your reputation!" He followed.


    "Me and Lady Trix are okay now. But we aren''t going to dance," Samael said, prompting Dominic to jerk his head towards him.


    "And why is that?" he asked.


    "Personal reasons," Samael answered.


    Dominic was about to scold Samael when Lady Trix spoke.


    "It''s okay, Mister Dominic. Samael has already explained why he refuses to dance, and I understand." She calmed the man down.


    "Thank you for your considerations, my lady. I swear I''ll straighten him for you," Dominic replied.


    "Oh, I will be glad to see that," Lady Trix responded as the two erupted in laughter.

 CH87-Him alone.

    Samael could not help but frown as he struck a T pose. He was currently being fitted for his suit. Unfortunately, as much as he declined, Icarius thought otherwise. It''s not like he can do anything against the man.


    "Please move your arm a little higher," the helpers said as they proceeded to measure Samael''s proportions.


    The only thing keeping Samael from completely getting pissed was the fact that Ajax also had to undergo the same procedures. Let''s just say his process took a lot longer since he was keen on not removing his helmet.


    In the end, they were only able to measure him due to the fact that they had a spare mask.


    "And... we''re finished!" The man taking Samael''s measurements said, prompting him to sigh in relief.


    "Do you have any specific requests for your suit?" The man asked.


    "N¡ª" Samael halted his words as he fell into contemplation.


    "Can you make the suit itself black paired with a purple necktie?" Samael asked.


    "Small thing," the man said as he went to his office along with Dominic. The reason was that Dominic was the one in charge of picking the cloth, the designs, and everything else that matters.


    Now, Samael has to wait again.


    Currently, there are two days before the ball. All the clothing brands were currently busy with all the nobles ordering their own dresses and suits. The streets were lively as anctipation brewed in the air.


    Rising to his feet, Samael approached one of the glass cabinets containing masks of all kinds.


    Some were white in color with jewelry embedded on their surface, while others had a simpler design.


    Opening the case, Samael took one of the black porcelain masks and wore it before looking at the mirror.


    "I''m guessing you''re planning on getting that?" Ajax asked, startling Samael.


    "Yes," Samael answered.


    "You?" he asked in return.


    Taking out a blue mask, Ajax showed it to Samael.


    "I thought you''d go for something darker," Samael said.


    Looking at his reflection one last time, Samael returned the mask to its case.


    ***


    "Is that the mask you''re going to use, miss?" A maid asked as she stood idly by Lilith''s side.


    Lilith''s crimson gaze landed on the white porcelain mask with flowers embroidered in its visage.


    "Perhaps," she answered absent-mindedly.


    Noticing this, Aphemis, who was conversing with the designers, excused herself.


    "Are you okay, Lilith?" She asked as she held the girl''s hand.


    "Yes," she answered without even sparing a glance.


    "Are you sure you''re not feeling unwell?" Aphemis asked.


    "You''ve been out of it recently," she worriedly stated, her brows furrowed.


    Seeing the fear in her grandmother''s eyes, Lilith released a sigh as she squeezed the woman''s hand.


    "I''m okay, grandmother. Please, I''m just a little tired from all the preparations," she reassured as she gave out a light smile.


    Seeing the will of the kid, Aphemis had no choice but to drop the topic as she went back to finish their business.


    After the events of her years ago, Aphemis has been strict about her safety. Even the smallest things worries her a lot.


    While waiting for her grandmother to finish, Lilith took a look at her reflection. Yet her gaze was lost and far. It was as though he was looking at what''s beyond.


    She''s been recently feeling a lot more... lonely.


    She doesn''t know why or when it started to happen, but there is no denying it. She could feel herself longing.


    Memories of what her grandmother said kept echoing in her mind, bringing about a new wave of questions that disturbed her heart.


    What if Samael really never comes back? What if he has already found a place to settle?


    After all, humans have short lifespans. Perhaps she was clinging to false hopes?


    Feeling the sharp pain growing in her chest, Lilith took deep breaths. Her hand gently caressed the necklace around her neck as she soothed herself.


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    She has believed in the same thing for years now, that Samael will one day appear before her. Giving up now when it''s already been that long is foolish. She must remain faithful to their promise.


    But until when? Until when must she hope?


    There are currently many who are aiming for her heart, and she knows it. As a demon with succubi blood, she can feel their desire for her.


    They were rich and powerful, and they had a bright future ahead of them. They were charismatic and natural-born leaders meant to take over their families legacies.


    However, Lilith knew it was simply not the same.


    No matter how much she tries to see and appreciate their efforts, she can also feel that their desire for her is different.


    When Lilith met Samael, he was a person who looked at her and saw her for the being that she was.


    A demon.


    A species frowned upon by many, for they are associated with evil and malice. A species not accepted and welcomed.


    But to Samael, that did not matter. For he never judged her for what she was but rather who she was.


    The day Lilith fell into the hands of her kidnappers, she was brokenhearted as she heard how the humans looked at them with scorn and contempt.


    That day, Aphemis heeded her granddaughter''s wish to make friends with humans. So, against her will, she arranged a meeting with the other kids and Lilith.


    But like everyone else''s reaction, it was one filled with fear and disgust. The moment they laid eyes on her, they cursed her.


    That very scene, their very rageful eyes were etched in her memories. Shattering her to pieces.


    For a kid with no friends or companions, Lilith finally saw hope for the first time, only for it to shatter her in an instant.


    Enraged, Aphemis wanted them dead, but this only solidified the people''s beliefs that they were in fact no different from monsters.


    Lilith snuck in that night and convinced her grandmother she was okay. But she was not.


    She cried herself to sleep as she felt as though the world was truly against her.


    Unable to think anymore, she escaped.


    Lilith, who explored the manor countless times, knew the way around its traps and defenses.


    Not only that, but she even went as far as to disarm the barrier protecting her as she used the necklace given to her by her parents as a way to diffuse it.


    When she stepped outside for once, she truly felt free. It was as though she finally saw what the world could offer.


    But she was wrong.


    Before she could make it far, she was abducted by slavers and taken far into the woods.


    Realizing this grave event, Aphemis led her entire army to search for the girl, but her presence was simply undetectable as she was currently sealed due to her violent powers.


    Desperate, Aphemis herself traveled far and wide without stopping. Lilith was the only family left. Losing her was losing everything she lived for.


    Lilith was starved for days as the belief that demons were different prevailed in her captors.


    They did not give her water or proper clothes, not even so much as light her cage.


    At that moment, Lilith felt fear, guilt, and anger toward herself.


    Why did she escape? Why did she disobey her grandmother? Why was she a demon? If only she wasn''t one, then maybe she would have lived a normal life.


    She hated herself. She hated her horns, her wings, and her tail.


    She hated everything about herself. Everything.


    But before she lost every bit of hope, he came and shed light on her dark world.


    He looked at her without any desires or wants, only... concern.


    Samael saw Lilith for who she was. A girl who needs a friend. A lonely person in need of someone''s help.


    So he helped.


    Lilith had never seen anyone aside from her grandmother offer their life for her. And to do so without any other agenda.


    Unfortunately, the damage done was already finished. Lilith was too scared to trust anyone. She just wanted to go home.


    And Samael offered that.


    Even though he was weaker, much more frail, and hurt, he discarded his well-being just for her.


    Samael was someone who has suffered more than her but was stronger than anyone else she''s seen.


    Day and night, Samael made her feel safe. He made sure she was fed and properly clothed.


    Lilith experienced warmth no other people had given her. A kind of warmth she wished would stay forever.


    Samael was always there to listen patiently, without saying a word. But his silence was enough to make her feel like everything would be alright.


    Day by day, she found herself changing. She learned to laugh, to smile, and to be thankful for the little things in life. Things she never paid attention to.


    Samael taught her that she never needs to trust him but to put her trust in herself.


    Samael taught her to be strong. To never buckle under the pressure of this cold, harsh world. To face any challenges head-on.


    Day by day, she found herself learning things she never thought she would.


    Slowly, the wall she built around herself crumbled, and before she knew it, Samael was already a part of her life she will never forget.


    Perhaps it was her greed, or perhaps it was because she was a demon. But she soon found herself wanting more.


    She wanted to be close to him. To learn more about him and know him. And they had all the time they needed.


    But she also feared the end of their journey. Yes, she wanted to go home. Yes, she wanted to see her grandmother again. But if that meant losing him, Then, was it the right choice?


    He was her only friend. He was the only person to understand her pain. The only one to truly listen to her.


    And when what she feared happened, she felt true anger and despair.


    All her pent-up rage and emotions burst. Seeing Samael slowly die and not be able to do anything to help him when all he ever did was help her. It hurt.


    So Lilith wanted to hurt them back. Every single pain she would pay back tenfold.


    She felt the urge to destroy, to cause havoc, and to end this cruel world. So she allowed herself to drown in the rage, but even then, he helped her.


    Remembering every single moment they spent together was enough to break her out of her rage. What came after the storm were tears of pain.


    Samael was gone.


    She was alone again.


    She felt at fault. After all, they came for her. Why did Samael have to die for her? For some prophecies, they don''t even know if true.


    Lilith felt lifeless. She wanted to give up. But when she almost did, he was there again to bring her up from the depths.


    A letter, a promise, and a hairpin. Three things that meant the world to her.


    He was alive, and he promised to return one day. That was all she needed to know.


    If Samael survived and was out there, fighting for a future where they can do as they please, what right did she have to stay idle and wallow in desperation?


    Because of him, her perspective on this cruel world changed. Now, after years of hard work, she is where she is because of her determination that he built in her.


    Samael was simply... different.


    A kind of different no one else possessed.


    "Miss?" A maid spoke, breaking Lilith from her stupor.


    "Your clothes are ready. You may now pick which one you prefer the most," the maid said.


    Giving a brief nod, Lilith approached the rows of dresses, inspecting them carefully until she halted her advance in front of a white dress.


    It wasn''t as extravagant as the rest. It wasn''t as large or even as decorated. But it''s simplicity was its beauty.


    "I like this," Lilith said.


    Hearing this, the staff swiftly went to work.


    The preparations for the ball were starting to come to an come to an end. As the fated day comes closer, Lilith cannot help but feel nervous. It''s an odd emotion, as she''s already attended such events countless times.


    She cannot help but feel like this year''s Serenity Ball was different.


    And as it nears, she can''t help but look forward to it.

 Ch88-Lurking dangers.

    Samael quietly sat in his seat as Dominic gave him and Lady Trix their final lessons and a whole ton of reminders.


    "Remember, you''ll be meeting powerful and influential nobles of all ranks. This is a good moment to strengthen your position amongst aristocratic society," Dominic said.


    "Lady Trix," he called.


    "Yes?" She flinched as she replied, nervousness clearly visible in her green pupils.


    "Please calm down. I know this event is highly anticipated, and this is the first time you were invited. But being fidgety and jumpy won''t help," Dominic said.


    Taking deep breaths, she replied. "I understand."


    "Good. Considering your family''s rank, this is your moment to seal good relationships with other families," Dominic mentioned.


    "Not only that, you''re already quite known as one of the flowers of aristocratic society, so people are sure to swarm you. Unfortunately, some of them may have other motives, so keep sharp," Dominic reminded.


    "I will keep that in mind," she said with determination.


    "As for you, young man, just please! Don''t be too rude," Dominic pleaded.


    "Yeah, yeah," Samael dismissed.


    Dominic could only sigh as he spoke. "Since your main objective is to help Sir Ajax establish his position as Tera''s new saint, your role is more important than you might believe."


    "Tera''s hierarchy is not too hard to understand. We have the peasants in the slum at the bottom of the ladder, followed by common folks," Dominic said as he wrote on a chalkboard.


    "After them are the knights with their own rankings, followed by nobles. However, the true highest in the hierarchy aside from the Thaesir families are the following," Dominic said as he drew symbols on the board.


    "One, the guild. The watcher''s guild holds quite the position here even though the nobles look at them with scorn. The next is the order of the knights, which are affiliated with the nobles, and lastly, a new power-holder family of demons. However, the true person to hold the reigns is the Saint that guards the city itself," he mentioned.


    "I''m thinking the maiden of roses belongs in that family," Samael said.


    "Oh, how pleasant! To think you know at least a little something!" Dominic said.


    Nerves twitched in Samael''s forehead as the man continued his lecture.


    "You''re correct. The maiden of roses, the hottest topic on Tera recently, belongs in that family," Dominic confirmed.


    "What''s her name?" Samael asked.


    Dominic fell silent. "I... I don''t know," he replied as his cheeks flushed red.


    "How unpleasant to think you don''t know something!" Samael taunted.


    "YOU!" Dominic exclaimed as he took deep breaths.


    "Her identity is confidential. All we have is eyewitness testimony of her, and the Thaesir heirs often give her gifts," Dominic answered.


    "I heard her beauty is truly out of this world. Almost intoxicating!" Lady Trix chimed in.


    "That''s what I''ve heard too. All that we know is that she''s a high-priority target for the Thaesir heir to strengthen their families," Dominic said before changing the topic.


    "Samael, your goal is to associate with the nobles and gain their favor. Nothing more, nothing less," Dominic said.


    "But knowing you, you probably won''t do it, so just try not to get on their bad side," he followed shortly, prompting Lady Trix to chuckle.


    "That''s all. You guys take your rest and enjoy the rest of your day. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning, so best prepare yourselves!" Dominic said before leaving the room.


    "For someone who claims to be faithful to one woman, you sure are interested in someone else," Lady Trix teased.


    "It''s not like that," Samael denied.


    "Besides, her and me... were just friends when we parted ways. Maybe I''m just too clingy," Samael said.


    "So then why are you so keen on knowing the maiden of roses?" she asked.


    "It''s for a specific mission I have," Samael truthfully answered.


    "I''m not just here to enter aristocratic society but to protect the maiden of roses," Samael said.


    Lady Trix''s eyes widened as she squealed.


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    "What''s wrong with you?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    "Don''t you know how controversial that is? You, protecting her?" Lady Trix said.


    "Enlighten me," Samael replied.


    "The maiden of roses is one of the most curious and intriguing people in the sanctuary right now! No one knows her name or her background, and no one is even really sure of her beauty!" Lady Trix said.


    "Then you come in and say you''re supposed to protect her! That means you''ll get to know her on a more personal level than even the Thaesir heirs!" She followed.


    "You, some random kid who just appeared out of nowhere, getting a free pass to meet with one of the most influential people today!" She said as she squealed again.


    "It''s not that big of a deal," Samael said.


    "It is that big of a deal!" Lady Trix fired back.


    "I''m not even going to meet her. I''ll just watch from a distance and make sure nothing bad gets close. That''s all there is to it," Samael said.


    Lady Trix''s face fell as he looked at Samael with dead eyes. "Are you serious? You''re literally ruining it for me."


    "This is the perfect opportunity to gain a reputation out here!" She said with fires burning in her pupils.


    "I don''t care about reputation," Samael said.


    "Still!" she insisted.


    "That''s enough of that bullshit," Samael said as he rose up.


    "Are you going home?" Samael asked.


    "Pretty much. My parents are really getting worked up over this event. They want me to attend it to solidify my position and garner attention for my debut," she said.


    "Look who''s talking. You were literally jumping earlier due to nervousness," Samael said.


    "I think I can''t hear you," Lady Trix said as she left.


    Shaking his head, Samael returned to his room.


    ***


    Lilith sat in the dining room as the maids laid down the dishes before her, arranging them neatly, while her grandmother sat opposite her.


    "Are you excited for the event tomorrow?" Aphemis asked.


    Lilith shifted her attention to her grandmother as she replied. "It''s alright."


    "Is that so? I thought that was what''s keeping you so occupied," Aphemis said as her brows rose up.


    "It''s just an event, grandmother," Lilith said.


    "I know. But this is one of the biggest events you''re going to attend in your whole life," Aphemis said.


    "I''ll just mingle around and sit in a corner. Nothing new, nothing less," she replied.


    "Booh! How boring!" Aphemis responded.


    "By the way, we just received another batch of letters today. Guess who it came from?" Aphemis asked.


    "The Thaesir heirs?" Lilith answered.


    "You''re getting used to this," Aphemis said.


    "Too used," Lilith said in exasperation.


    "It''s another marriage proposal. The fifth time since we arrived here," Aphemis said.


    "From which one of the heirs?" Lilith asked.


    "All of them," Aphemis replied.


    "Figured," Lilith said as she fidgeted with her food.


    "However, one of them is quite bold," Aphemis followed, luring the girl''s attention.


    "How so?" she asked.


    "Well, the one from the house of Donovan, Eric, said he will be waiting for your answer personally tomorrow," Aphemis said.


    Lilith could only sigh. To think that Eric would actually take advantage of such a high-class event is beyond her.


    Noticing her granddaughter''s annoyance, she asked. "Why are you so resistant to them? It''s not like they''re lacking in any department."


    "They''re rich, powerful, and have bright futures before them. Every girl and her mother would take such opportunities without hesitation," Aphemis said.


    Lilith shot a look of disbelief at her grandmother as she answered. "I... I just don''t."


    "It''s because of him, isn''t it?" Aphemis asked.


    Lilith remained silent as she shifted her gaze to her water cup, watching her reflection.


    Aphemis could only internally sigh. Her granddaughter still hasn''t improved.


    Ever since her encounter with the boy Samael, she has never looked at another man the same way.


    When Samael came, he gave life to a part of Lilith Aphemis had never seen before. But when he left, he also took a part of her with him. Changing her forever.


    But the change wasn''t bad. Lilith was strong now because of him. Although Aphemis did blame him, she never truly meant it. It''s just that demons find it hard to express how they feel. But she tries.


    "So what''s your plan for tomorrow?" Aphemis swiftly changed the subject.


    "Nothing out of the ordinary," Lilith answered.


    "I''ll play nice, get along with them, and leave. That''s all there is to it," she answered.


    "But you do know it won''t work like that, right?" Aphemis said.


    "I know," Lilith said.


    "Knowing your reputation, people will surely rush you to establish some form of connection," Aphemis mentioned.


    "I''ll just deflect them," Lilith answered.


    "You''ll find it hard to believe, but some of these humans are quite persistent and often blind to the fact that you''re trying to separate from them," Aphemis said.


    "How about Eric? What will you do?" Aphemis asked.


    "I''ll do as I''ve always done. Politely reject him," Lilith said.


    "But what if it''s Samael?" Aphemis asked, her gaze narrowing down.


    Imagining the scenario, Lilith''s cheeks flushed red as her tail swiveled back and forth. A gesture Aphemis did not miss.


    "W-Well, I don''t know," she answered as she clutched the ends of her clothes.


    "Figured," Aphemis said as she took a bite of her food.


    There was only one day left before the long-awaited Serenity Ball. Nobles of all kinds, along with merchants and other opportunists, have taken action as they flood the streets.


    Many were preparing; some were planning. Nonetheless, they did not know of the brewing danger lurking over the horizon.


    Multiple cloaked individuals quietly inspected a gadget as their leader spoke. "Is this it?"


    "Yes, sir," the other cloaked people answered.


    "Have they started planting it?" he asked.


    "All the devices are in place and ready to be used," they answered.


    "Good. We cannot fail this mission," he reminded them.


    "But when do we activate it?" The cloaked assassins asked.


    "When the ball is at its peak and everyone''s guards are down," he answered.


    "Are we certain this can prevent the real monsters from entering?" they asked.


    "I trust our master," the leader said.


    "Remember, our target is the chaos witch and her alone. We kill her; we complete our mission," the leader reminded his men.


    "Do we have a complete list of the attendees?" he asked.


    "Yes, sir," the assassins replied.


    "All is going according to plan," the leader muttered to himself.


    "What of the Thaesir kids?" the other assassins asked.


    The leader fell silent for a moment before replying. "We kill them if we have sufficient time left."


    "These brats are nurtured by their families to uphold their legacy in the future. Getting rid of them before they become a threat is a good way to hasten the grand plan of the ministry," the leader said.


    "Your will is our will," the assassins said in unison.


    As the hour neared, the cheers of the people strengthened. But so were the dangers lurking, patiently waiting for the right moment to strike.


    While their plan to take over Tera may have failed once, they''re still willing to try again and again.


    After all, it is the will of their God.


    And all that comes in their way will be smitted by his divine retribution.


    "All hail the God of Light, Taranius," the leader praised.


    "All hail the God of Light, Taranius," the assassin chanted in unison.


    One day left before the ball.

 CH89-Reunion.

    Samael sat still in his room for some time as he waited for the helpers to get him in his outfit.


    Today was the day of the serenity ball. The very event awaited by many, both nobles and peasants alike.


    Unfortunately, this was also a major point in their mission to blend into aristocratic society.


    Had Samael known that being a noble was this difficult, he would have done everything in his power to escape.


    The only thing he did was keep moving. He barely has time to breathe. Dominic was by no means soft either.


    Hearing rapid footsteps approach his room, a sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he rose up.


    They were here.


    On cue, a dozen men came in as they dragged in the suitcases containing Samael''s clothes.


    Laying it down, they allowed Samael to examine it.


    "Go ahead," Samael said with a defeated sigh.


    Dominic was also present as he watched excitedly in the corner. After all, this was his pick. He made sure every single thing was perfect. From the colours to the ornaments!


    Upon receiving his permission, the butlers swiftly went to work as they rushed Samael, swiftly stripping him of his clothes.


    "You''re quite built," Dominic praised as he saw the sharp definitions of the boys muscles.


    "You do know I hunt monsters, right?" Samael said.


    "It was supposed to be a compliment," Dominic fired back.


    As the butlers got Samael in his clothes, Ajax soon came into the room just as Samael had finished changing.


    "Is it done?" Samael asked.


    Dominic and the rest remained speechless, prompting Samael to stare at the large mirror in the corner of his room. And what he saw made him doubt his eyes.


    Everything from the black suit to the purple tie and ornaments hanging on his body exuded the aura of a noble. The clothes appeared as though they were fitted for Samael alone.


    Right now, there was not a sign of the boy who killed monsters for a living¡ªonly an aristocrat born into a high family.


    He almost couldn''t recognise himself from how much he changed. Was this the power of proper clothing?


    "Wow, Samael, I didn''t know you could look so... proper," Dominic praised.


    "It suits you," Ajax said, which further made the situation bizarre.


    Ajax was wearing a black and blue suit, paired with a porcelain mask embedded with jewelry. Much like Samael, Ajax''s clothes also had their own charm and authority.


    "Let''s go down." Samael changed the subject as he ripped his gaze from the mirror.


    As they arrived at the main entrance of the manor, Icarius couldn''t help but widen his eyes as he watched the two descend.


    "It seems the preparations went well," he praised as he whistled.


    "My hopes for this mission have suddenly risen," Icarius added.


    "Enough with the flatteries," Ajax said.


    "Learn to take some compliments, big man," Icarius said.


    Right on time, another carriage stopped by the manor as a high-pitched squeal echoed off its compartment.


    "And she''s here," Samael said.


    "Samael! Wow! You look so fabulous!" Lady Trix praised as she hurriedly went over, scaring her maids as they tried their best to avoid dirtying her gown.


    "You look good too," Samael blandly said.


    Lady Trix slapped Samael''s arm as she replied. "You can at least try to make it seem genuine."


    "I don''t squeal," Samael fired back.


    "Are you sure you''re not there to hook in some women?" Lady Trix teased.


    "If I could avoid this ball, I would," Samael replied.


    "Hey! Don''t kill the fun!" She said as she took deep breaths.


    Samael can hear her heart race in her chest, which is evidence of her nervousness. An emotion he did not feel.


    However, Samael was somewhat bothered by something. It''s as though he can predict that something is going to happen, but he doesn''t know if he''s just being paranoid.


    But this is a ball of great importance, so everything should be fine. Right?


    "Hey! Snap out of it and let''s go," Icarius said as he went up the grand carriage.


    Releasing a sigh, Samael reluctantly went in.


    It was time to test what he had learned.


    ***


    Lilith slowly ascended from the large bathtub as steam filled the bathing house, drowning her figure in its heat.


    Water slowly dripped off her milky white skin as she took a towel and slowly wrapped herself in it, its surface hugging her petite curves.


    "Are you done, miss?" The maids asked.


    "Yes," Lilith answered, her melodic voice ringing in the empty bathhouse.


    On cue, the maids swiftly went in and assisted her, drying her hair gently and making sure to leave no droplet alone.


    Afterwards, they took Lilith to her room as they started to prepare her for the ball.


    They applied all sorts of lotions to her skin, further improving its subtle glow, while some of them expertly combed her hair, styling it and adding ornaments to her white horns.


    The other maids took on the task of applying a layer of make-up to her face. As per Lilith''s request, they only applied a minor portion of it, as, just like her grandmother said, she doesn''t need it. Succubi are extremely beautiful by nature, so it was a pointless waste of time.


    Finished with her initial preparations, the maids slowly dragged in a large mobile hanger containing the dress she was to wear. It was a white, silky dress that was different from the rest.


    Without further ado, the maids adorned the girl in the dress, eventually finishing her preparations for the ball.


    Standing before the mirror, the maids and Aphemis, who had just arrived, couldn''t help but admire Lilith''s beauty.


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    Even Aphemis had to admit that her beauty was beyond that of a normal succubi. Even more than her.


    Staring at her reflection, Lilith had to admit that the clothes truly made her shine.


    The white silky dress hugged her body, showing her curves and emphasising her sexual appeal through the roof. But just enough to remain a proper dress.


    The ornaments in her hair and horns made her appear like a delicate doll, coupled with her natural beauty, and there was no doubt she appeared divine.


    "Oh, my beautiful granddaughter," Aphemis said as she tried to approach the kid, only to be stopped by the maids.


    "You cannot, Madame; her clothes will get ruined," they uttered in unison.


    Aphemis could only sulk in the corner as Lilith put her hands over her chest, feeling her heart thump louder by the minute.


    Was she really excited? No. It was more as though she was looking forward to something.


    But what could it be? It''s not like there''s anything that can gain her attention to this degree.


    Shaking her head lightly, Lilith took deep breaths as she strode forward. "Let''s go, grandmother," she said.


    Seeing her granddaughter so strong, Aphemis smiled as she spoke. "Yes, let''s go own the ball."


    As they descended the stairs, Aphemis spoke with her shadows for a brief moment before they slithered away.


    She was merely warning them to inform Icarius of the situation. After all, they made a deal.


    "Grandmother?" Lilith asked as she quietly sat in her seat.


    "Yes, yes. I''m coming," Aphemis said as she went in.


    "Are you nervous?" she asked.


    "I... I do not know," Lilith answered honestly.


    "Just remember, you don''t have to force anything," Aphemis reminded Lilith.


    "Just be you," she advised.


    "Yes, grandma," Lilith said as she shot a gaze outside the window of the carriage, her reflection greeting her.


    Each moment the carriage approached its location, she could feel her heart become more violent. But she paid it no mind.


    Slowly, the minutes passed by as the skies turned golden.


    Eventually, they soon saw the large palace to be used for the event, and hundreds of carriages lined up for inspection.


    Seeing the emblem on their carriage, the guards swiftly made a way for them to pass through. There were no checks either, as the symbol alone was enough.


    Shifting her gaze around, Aphemis thought. So that old geezer isn''t here yet? That''s very much like him.


    As the carriage passed through, Lilith soon saw the other Thaesir family carts parked around the corner. It seems they were quite early.


    As the carriage came to a stop, the butlers and maids slowly made their way through the crowd gathering as they opened the door for Aphemis and Lilith.


    As they did, the crowds fell in awe as Aphemis went out, shocked by her beauty, which they had never seen before.


    However, they were astounded when Lilith slowly stepped out, the golden glow of the sun reflecting off her visage.


    The crowd fell in silence as they couldn''t take their eyes off the goddess before them. Whether it was girls or boys, they were struck by her beauty.


    Lilith was like a fantasy brought to life. An angel sent from heaven. A goddess in human form.


    She was simply breathtaking.


    As Lilith walked on the red carpet, some nobles tried to get closer, but the guards of Aphemis kept them at bay.


    Upon entering the door, the announcer spoke.


    "Aphemis of the Grand House of Flamebright has arrived!" The announcer roared, his voice echoing through the walls of the palace and attracting everyone''s attention.


    Shifting their attention to the front door, the nobles all dropped their activities as they swarmed near the entrance.


    "With her, Lilith Flamebright, the Maiden of Rose has also arrived! Make way!" The announcer followed, prompting the nobles to gawk at the incoming figures with curiousity and excitement.


    The hottest topic of the sanctuary was right before them; how can they let it slide?


    As they laid eyes on the demoness, everyone felt breathless at her beauty. Dozens of noblemen fell for her at that very moment, solidifying the rumours.


    Murmurs and whispers filled the room. Meanwhile, the Thaesir heirs gathered couldn''t help but stare at her. She was truly the most divine thing they''d seen.


    To them, she was the perfect woman. She is powerful, has a bright future ahead of her, and has the beauty to bewitch anyone.


    Not to mention, her allure was insanely strong. Some of the noble men found themselves approaching her, but to no avail, as the guards kept them at bay.


    Walking through the crowd, Lilith was assaulted by aristocrats of all ranks, trying to form bonds.


    "Greetings, beautiful Lilith Flamebright. My name is Arno¡ªhey! Don''t push!"


    "Move aside! My name is Terr¡ªwhat are you¡ª?!"


    Chaos was soon to ensue when the Thaesir heirs swept in, silencing the crowd.


    "Lady Lilith," they all said in unison, causing a scene that will be remembered by everyone. Four Thaesir heirs are competing for a single person''s heart. Just how scandalous was that?


    Seeing each other''s conflict, Eric Donovan took charge first.


    "Lady Lilith, I hope you have read my letter, and I shall await your answers later," he said before stepping out. The competition had begun.


    "Mine as well, milady," Lee said, followed by the other two.


    However, Lilith simply gave a light smile¡ªa fake one.


    The four heirs couldn''t help but smile sheepishly as they accompanied the demon to her seat.


    However, as Lilith sat there, she could not help but feel something was off.


    She was excited. Yes, she admits it. She felt as though something would finally change in her life today. But now that she''s here, there was nothing that even so much as entertained her.


    It was all the same. Just... work.


    Slowly, the ball started to begin as all kinds of food and beverages were delivered by the staff.


    Lilith did not even touch her food or drink. She simply sat there, listening to the music that fell dull to her ears, all while ignoring the ceaseless ramblings of the Thaesir heir around her.


    Even so, she felt the emotion pestering her. Longing and yearning.


    Just why? Why did she feel as such?


    But before Lilith could even do anything, the music started to shift as the nobles started to gather to dance.


    As it did, Eric swiftly rose up as he approached Lilith, standing before her as he spoke.


    "Lady Lilith, I know you have read my letter and already know what I''m about to do," Eric said, luring the Nobles attention.


    "Still, I wish to show my sincerity by repeating what I said in person," He resumed.


    Lilith couldn''t help but frown internally. It was coming. Was it alright to reject him in front of all these people?


    "Ever since I''ve laid my eyes on you, I already knew you were the woman for me," Eric said, causing the Nobles to murmur and squeal at this display of affection.


    However, Lilith remained emotionless.


    "I know it may seem sudden, but what I feel is truly the truth, and I''ve never felt this way for anyone in my life," Eric said as he slowly extended his hand.


    "If you will grant me the honour of showing you my feelings, it would be my greatest accomplishment, Lady Lilith," Eric uttered.


    "Will you accept my marriage proposal?" Eric asked without fear, causing the entire palace to be filled with awe. Some even chanted for Lilith to accept the proposal, causing quite the uproar.


    Looking at Eric''s hand, Lilith''s mind drifted. Was it really that bad of a proposal? Eric wasn''t a bad man. He was someone with a lot of good backing in his name.


    He was strong, honest, and sweet. Traits that any woman wishes to find in her man. Now, that was before her, presenting itself to her.


    Thinking about the time she spent with Samael, Lilith couldn''t help but feel a pang in her heart.


    She has waited so long for him. Perhaps he does too. Or perhaps he doesn''t.


    Samael was human. His lifespan was nothing but a speck for her. What if he''s already forgotten? What if he''s already moved on?


    What if she''s merely hoping for a miracle that may never truly happen?


    Should she just spare herself the pain of waiting again? I''m hoping that one day he comes back.


    Lilith felt the sharp ache in her heart strengthen as she slowly extended her hand.


    As she slowly inched closer, Lilith''s nose twitched as she smelled something.


    A scent.


    One she was familiar with.


    One she has engraved in her mind and heart.


    Then it came.


    "Master Icarius of the Watchers Guild has arrived!"


    "With him are two other guests of high regard! Namely, Ajax... Azureborn!" The announcer roared, causing the nobles to gasp in surprise.


    An Azureborn. They thought that clan had already perished! To think someone from that family is here...


    However, the announcement was not done yet.


    Bolting up, Eric flinched as he saw Lilith''s expression. But his hopes were dashed as he saw her eyes focus somewhere else.


    Staring at the entrance, Lilith could feel her heart race violently in her chest as she stressed to see beyond the crowd of nobles.


    An emotion she had nearly let go off now blooming again.


    Hope.


    "Along with them is another figure. Known for his bravery in the front lines and great contributions to freeing the Georgo road, we welcome..." The announcer said.


    While waiting in anctipation, Lilith could smell the same scent she had longed for. The very thing that made her who she was today.


    Slowly, the world seemed to slow down to a halt. All the sounds around her felt muffled, and nothing seemed to matter.


    As Samael set foot inside the palace, his eyes flew open as he shot a look beyond the crowd of aristocrats.


    This...


    Slowly, he felt his heart gallop in his chest as he made his way through, ignoring all the gazes of the nobles.


    That scent. That same familiar sweet scent.


    That smell of flowers in the morning that soothes his soul.


    He knows it all too well.


    But it can''t be, right?


    Pushing through the crowd, Samael felt the world stop as he shifted his gaze at... her.


    As the two stared at each other, everything else seemed to dissolve.


    As the announcer continued his speech, Lilith spoke in unison with him as she uttered one word.


    One word is enough to make everything feel okay.


    One word changed her world once again.


    One word meant everything to her.


    "Samael."


    Lilith felt her breathing stop as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.


    As their gazes met amidst the chaos of the nobles surrounding them, nothing seemed to matter as Samael spoke, his hand slowly reaching towards her.


    "Lilith."


    Without another word, Lilith fell into tears as she springed forward, leaving herself in his embrace.


    Samael stepped back as Lilith fell into his arms, fitting right in as though it were made for her.


    As she did, she grabbed Samael tightly as she buried her face in his chest, allowing all the years of longing to be washed up by his warmth. Her sobs echoing.


    Unable to stop himself, Samael slowly held Lilith''s head as he enveloped her in his tight embrace, allowing himself to, for once, let his emotions set loose.


    It was in his arms now. Happiness he never thought was possible. How can he deserve this?


    In their silence, Samael could feel the extreme emotions in Lilith''s tears. All the pain, sadness, and longing she endured for years. It was suffocating.


    As a succubi, Lilith could also feel the burning desire Samael had kept hidden in his heart. The pain and frustration he kept in chains.


    But now, there was no need to hold themselves back. There was no need to keep themselves tame.


    After all, they were there, in each other''s arms. Sharing each others warmth. Oh how they missed it.


    But there was no need to rush. As they embraced each other, they felt their heart sync knowing that they don''t intend to let go again.


    Never again.

 CH90-Axart.

    Samael and Lilith could not utter a single word, as they simply allowed themselves to melt into each other''s embrace.


    All the years of longing, pain, and guilt were slowly burning away like a lit candle, easing their yearning hearts.


    It was surreal. It was unbelievable. They still find it hard to believe that this is it. This is the reality they''re facing. Once again, they''re together.


    After so many years of enduring and keeping their faith strong, they can finally let go now.


    Now, everything felt right. Everything felt in place. No more hardships, fear, and uncertainty. Just... them.


    Allowing themselves to enjoy the warmth, Lilith snuggled deeper into Samael''s chest as the boy rested his face on her neck.


    Even after so long, the scent Lilith exuded was the same. It was sweet, calming, and soothing. The only thing Samael has never forgotten, even once.


    Even after so long, the warmth Samael excluded never wavered. That same heat, full of care and love, never changed.


    Unsure at first, Samael allowed himself to be greedy as he caressed Lilith''s head, feeling the intensity of her emotions as she quietly sobbed.


    Yet again, he made her cry.


    "I''m back," Samael muttered.


    Hearing this, Lilith slowly stepped back as she raised her head, meeting Samael''s gaze as she gave out the sweetest smile she could muster.


    "Welcome back," she whispered back.


    Samael felt the weight on his shoulders vanish as the world felt brighter and slowed.


    Lilith was simply... Beautiful.


    "You''re as beautiful as the day I first saw you," Samael uttered subconsciously as he swept aside the strands of hair on her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin in his. Oh, how he wishes he could stay in this moment forever.


    Lilith''s gaze narrowed as she held Samael''s hand, absorbing the heat of his emotions that she had yearned for so long.


    It was there now. It''s hers now. There was no use holding back.


    Meanwhile, the nobles watching could not help but watch in awe, jealousy, envy, and curiosity at the scene unfolding before them.


    The Maiden of Roses, Lilith Flamebright, the hottest topic and most wanted woman in the sanctuary, has outright rejected Eric Donovan''s marriage proposal and even hugged a man they''ve never seen before.


    If this wasn''t the most controversial thing they''ve witnessed, they don''t know what else there is.


    Whispers and murmurs echoed in the crowd as Eric Donovan kneeled there, frozen in place as Lilith''s rejection kept repeating in his mind.


    Seeing this, the musicians were swiftly ordered to play the songs in their queue to change the atmosphere.


    As the slow romantic music danced in the air, some of the nobles decided not to get involved as they asked for the hands of their ladies.


    Noticing this, Samael swiftly lowered his head as he extended his hands forward, causing Lilith''s cheeks to flush red.


    "May I have this dance?" Samael asked.


    Feeling her heart wildly thunder in her chest, Lilith held the boy''s hands as he took the lead and dragged her into the centre.


    Grasping her hands in his, Samael held her waist as she did his shoulder.


    As the music flowed elegantly, Samael went ahead as he swayed with the rhythm, leading Lilith every step of the way, all while his gaze locked to hers.


    Lilith, allowing herself to enjoy the moment, let herself be lost in Samael''s crimson eyes. Like a whirlpool slowly dragging her in, and she can''t help but love every moment of it.


    As they danced to the song, the other nobles watching could not help but observe the two in earnest.


    Each step they took, each sway they made, and every gesture that came from them was a sigh to behold. To have so much elegance, love, and emotion without even uttering a word. How could something like that exist? Yet, it was before them.


    Eventually, only the two were left dancing in their own worlds, lost in each other''s desire for more.


    They were so eager to bring back the years of separation. So eager.


    As the music ended, it was replaced by a soft and slow humming of the instruments, prompting Samael to hold the girl by the waist as he hugged her, planting his face in her neck.


    Lilith trembled in the boys hands as she felt the overwhelming stream of emotion and pure raw desire he had for her.


    As she expected, it was different. It was so... pure. So... intoxicating.


    Drunk in his greed, Lilith rested her face on Samael''s neck, taking a large whiff as she embedded his scent in her memory.


    As they slowly danced in the middle of the palace, Lilith''s wings slowly unfolded, revealing a majestic and breathtaking sigh as she enveloped Samael.


    Watching the scene from afar, Ajax could not help but form a small, imperceptible smile.


    Finally, after such a long time, he saw the real Samael again. The kid who is full of passion and determination.


    The endless bloodshed they faced only dulled him. It made him colder and more open to violence.


    Being watchers, their job was to kill monsters. But killing wasn''t the hardest and most scary part; it was getting used to it. And Samael had gotten too used to it.


    Seeing him so... in love and lost, it was refreshing. A true change of pace for their lives. He deserved every moment of it.


    "Sir Ajax, if I may ask, he is your disciple, is he not?" A voice asked, one of whom Ajax knew well.


    "Thaesir Kyros Donovan. Yes, he is my disciple," Ajax confirmed as he shot a look at a man with a finely kept red beard and hulking frame.


    He carried himself with confidence and a sense of authority that no one could refute. But Ajax was unaffected.


    "Is that so?" Kyros said as he watched the events below them.


    "My son, Eric, has never been so interested in one person, nor has he lost to anyone," Kyros said.


    Ajax remained silent as he watched the Thaesir heir rise up slowly, his hands forming a fist.


    "You see, honour for a noble is... everything. It is our very essence. The one thing we can never let others trample on," Kyros said.


    Eric slowly shifted his gaze towards the two, his face contorting.


    "What do you think will happen if a noble''s honour is challenged by someone... lesser?" Kyros asked.


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    However, Ajax did not even budge.


    "He will challenge him in Axart," he said.


    "As expected from the heir of an Azureborn, you''re quite knowledgeable in the ancient ways," Kyros praised, but Ajax wasn''t done yet.


    "...But if you think I''ll beg and ask for your son''s mercy, you''re mistaken," Ajax resumed, prompting the Thaesir''s eyes to narrow down ever so slightly.


    "What are you...?" Kyros''s words were halted as he watched Eric slowly approach the two.


    Eric''s mind was in chaos as anger, shame, and jealousy clouded his rationale. Lilith was a woman of high birth. She was beautiful beyond belief, as powerful as any of the Thaesir families, and had a brighter future than anyone else. She was perfect!


    Eric has done everything in his power to woo her. He has given her flowers, letters, jewellery, and even rare remnants! Yet, she still refuses him.


    What did he lack? He was handsome, rich, influential, and backed by strong people! Marrying him was equivalent to sealing the biggest deal in history!


    But not only did she blatantly refuse him, she even discarded him without a second thought as she hugged a man he had never even seen or heard before!


    Nerves bulged in Eric''s face as he felt his blood boil. He could not accept this. This has tarnished his reputation and honour.


    "YOU!" Eric roared, luring everyone''s attention as he pointed at Samael with hostility brimming in his pupils.


    Snatching his mask off, he threw it in front of him as he spoke.


    Offended by this, Lilith stepped forward.


    "What do you think you''re doing?" She asked, her cold voice sending chills down everyone''s spines.


    Seeing her like this, Eric could not help but feel a sharp ache in his heart. His pride was not only stepped on but now shattered.


    "Why are you doing this? Why are you protecting him?" Eric asked.


    "You know! You know I''ve always liked you. I did everything for you! I gave you the best of what I could give!" Eric said.


    "But when you came! Everything''s ruined!" Eric snarled at Samael. Yet Samael did not even flinch.


    Lilith felt her anger strike the ceiling, but remembering Eric''s position, she could not help but feel worried for Samael.


    "Have you no shame? I never asked for any of your gifts. I have rejected your proposal time and time again. Leave him out of this," Lilith said.


    "Leave him out of this? How? When he caused all of this mess?! You''re perfect, Lilith! Too perfect! You don''t deserve someone like him!" Eric answered back.


    "You don''t dictate who I deserve," Lilith fired back, her anger starting to seep through.


    "You¡ªugh! You don''t see what I see! You have such a bright future! What you''re doing isn''t going to help you!" Eric said in frustration as he stepped closer.


    "I choose who I wish to choose. If he''s not better for me, then who is? You?" Lilith asked.


    "Yes! You can be one of the most influential women in the sanctuary! You can have all the riches you want!" Eric roared.


    "We''re supposed to be the perfect couple!" Eric said. But his face paled when Lilith''s face contorted as she grimaced.


    "You''re delusional, Eric," Lilith said in pure disgust as the mere thought of marrying and having kids with him sent a shiver down her spine.


    Eric''s face flushed red in rage as he could not contain his anger anymore.


    "YOU''VE TRAMPLED IN MY HONOUR AS A NOBLE! I CHALLENGE YOU TO AN AXART!" Eric roared, veins squirming in his neck.


    The nobles gasped as their murmurs filled the palace, with the tension rising each and every second.


    The other Thaesir heirs simply watched by the side, curiosity and intrigue present in their eyes. It was not everyday that an axart happened, much less to a Thaesir heir. With this opportunity, they can gather information about the strength of their rivals.


    "No!" Lilith refuted, but Samael held her shoulders gently.


    "Do you even know what an axart is?" Eric mocked as he shot a glare at Samael. However, the latter simply ignored his taunts.


    "Keep calm, Lilith," Samael soothed the girl. Seeing her in distress was not an expression he hoped to witness on the first day of their meeting.


    "But this is an axart!" She said, worry visible in her visage.


    That''s right... She doesn''t know of my accomplishments these past few years. To her, I''m just a human. Nothing more and nothing less, Samael thought as a small smirk made its way to his face. It looks like it''s time to show the fruit of his labour.


    Ruffling her hair, Samael went forward.


    "I know what an axart is," he said, his tone cool and relaxed.


    "Don''t think that knowing what an axart is will allow you to be part of this society," Eric snarled.


    "If an axart is what you want, then arm yourself," Samael said, prompting the crowd to gasp.


    "Me? Arm myself against some mundane bastard?" Eric said.


    "How vulgar¡ª," Lilith said when she saw Samael''s carefree posture.


    "This is my last warning. Arm. yourself," Samael warned for the last time, his voice growing deeper.


    Eric grinded his teeth as he felt humiliated by Samael''s calmness. Was he not aware of the dangers of an Axart?


    An axart was an ancient noble law where one could challenge another in a duel to regain someone else''s honor. This battle cannot be interrupted or avoided, as it will automatically mean you have lost, and the winner may take whatever he wishes. Any form of resistance will be branded as treason of the highest order.


    As such, an axart is a battle not only for your honour but for your life. Both parties would rather die than lose everything.


    There is only one rule in Axart. No one else shall interfere. Weapons, elements, and even remnants are allowed. But any outside interference will automatically call for a faction war.


    "You arrogant bastard!" Eric barked as he lunged forward, his fist glowing bright red with a hint of blue as flames erupted from his knuckles, enveloping his forearm.


    As he closed the distance with ease, Lilith felt her heart stop. But her worries were futile as a voice echoed in the palace.


    "I have warned you."


    A loud explosion thundered in the ball, causing the Nobles to scream in fear as they backed away.


    Watching intently as the smoke faded, what they witnessed made their jaws drop.


    Eric had a wide smile on his face when he felt his attack connect solidly. But his smirk was soon wiped away as his blood went cold.


    Samael stood there, unfazed, his finger stretched forward, halting Eric''s attack in place.


    "Was that the best you could do?" Samael asked, his voice devoid of emotion.


    Lilith, too, was surprised beyond belief as she watched Samael stop the ferocious attack with just a finger. But not just any attack¡ªthe famous scarlet fist of the Donovan clan!


    Kyros Donovan''s face warped in surprise and disbelief as he watched the spectacle unfold.


    He clearly saw the events that transpired. From the moment Eric shifted his stance to the transfer of power in his fist, But what really surprised him was how Samael reacted to it.


    Most nobles he''s seen fight Eric would have a trace of anxiety and urgency. But him...? He waited for it. He watched it. Every single moment of it.


    He saw it coming from miles away.


    "If you think begging for my disciples mercy will spare your son a world of suffering, don''t even try," Ajax said, causing the Thaesir to seep out a little of his bloodlust.


    The other nobles murmured in disbelief as they watched Eric hastily step back. They know Eric isn''t weak. He''s fought in many competitions and won most. Even the other Thaesir heirs know that. Which means he either went easy... or Samael was simply too strong.


    "If that''s all you have, my turn," Samael said before he strode forward.


    "S-stay back!" Eric roared, fear evident in his face as he slammed his palm down.


    Seeing this, the other nobles screamed in terror. Even Kyros flinched as he shouted. "NO! BOY¡ª" but it was too late.


    "Crimson Surge!"


    A wave of flames erupted from his hands, extending outward and devouring everything it came across.


    Packed with people, the nobles could not leave in time as the flames slowly inched towards them.


    Seeing this, Samael spoke.


    "That''s enough."


    "Void Cleave."


    Like an illusion, the burst of fire came to a halt as Eric''s eyes widened. Looking at his severed hands, he trembled.


    Kyros''s face morphed as he tried to jump forward, but Ajax swiftly held his shoulder, keeping him in place.


    "This. is. an. axart," Ajax reminded the man.


    "Or do you wish to go to war with the Watchers Guild?" he asked.


    Watching the blood spurt from his wrist like a fountain, a loud wail of agony escaped Eric''s lips.


    "ARGHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed as he flailed around frantically.


    Tears, snot, and sweat riddled his face as he called for help.


    "DOCTORS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE HEALERS?!" he screamed. But to avail.


    This was an axart. No one was helping him. No one. He should have known of this when he challenged Samael.


    Crawling on the ground, Eric stumbled back as he hit something. Looking up, his face paled as he saw Samael.


    Staring at the man coldly, Samael grasped his hair as he whispered in his ear. "This is an axart. No one is helping you."


    Eric''s face fell as he cried, dropping to his knees. He hugged Samael''s feet and begged.


    "Please! Don''t kill me! I''ll do anything! What do you want?! Money? Power? I''ll give you anything!" He pleaded in a mess.


    However, Samael''s gaze remained sharp and cold as he stared at the pathetic Thaesir heir.


    "So this is the extent of your power? Pathetic," Samael mocked, prompting the nobles to cower in shame.


    While they were here, enjoying their parties and riches, he was out there, fighting for what''s right and what remains.


    "As per the rules of an axart, this duel is over," Samael said.


    Hearing this, a smile made its way to Eric''s face as he shifted his gaze up. But what he saw was not Samael''s face but the soles of his boot.


    "Now, sleep," Samael said as he crashed his foot into the man''s face, smashing him down against the smooth tiles and burying his head in them.


    Kyros boiled in rage as his figure vanished, prompting Ajax to curse internally.


    Appearing inches from Samael, the man raised his hand as he threw a strike forward, his fist crimson in colour.


    However, a large, thunderous explosion echoed as his fist was halted in place. Before him stood Ajax, who blocked his attack. Meanwhile, beside him was a woman of great beauty, and behind him was Icarius, the guild master of the Watchers Guild.


    "You¡ª" Kyros''s words were interrupted as the woman spoke.


    "Measure your next words carefully, Kyros. Or you might not like the next thing I do," Aphemis threatened, her face contorted in rage.


    Icarius, on the other hand, simply chuckled. "Now, now, Kyros. I thought you''re better than this," he mocked.


    Kyros felt his frustration reach the ceiling as he shifted his gaze towards Samael. Like earlier, he stood there, unfazed, as he stared at his fist like he knew it was coming.


    Jerking his fist back, Kyros broke free of Ajax''s hold as he tended to his son, carrying him in his arms as he strode away. But before he left, he left a final message.


    "You best watch your back, boy."

 CH91-Mystery.

    As Kyros left the palace with his son in hand, the nobles finally breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, they could feel the combined bloodlust of the saints and Morph-ranked individuals in the center; it would have sent everything into ruins.


    "We just got here, and you''re already in trouble. I bet Dominic will go nuts when he hears of this," Icarius said as he chuckled.


    Meanwhile, Aphemis wasted no time as she went to check on Lilith, but before she could even hug her, the kid swiftly went forward and held Samael by the shoulder.


    "Are you okay?" She asked, worry visible in her tone as she frantically examined him.


    Aphemis could only sulk in her place as Icarius went close to her.


    "Are you really sulking over some kids?" he teased.


    "Shut it, Icarius, before I drive my heels up your ass," she snarled.


    "Ohh, how scary," Icarius said.


    Looking at Samael, Aphemis could not help but say. "To think he actually upheld his promise."


    "Promise?" Icarius asked.


    "It''s nothing," Aphemis brushed off.


    "It seems you know him as well," Icarius pointed out.


    "How amusing. I thought you set this up on purpose," Aphemis said.


    "Pure coincidence is all. I never really knew the kid would know her," Icarius said.


    "You trust people you don''t even know the past of?" Aphemis asked as her brows raised.


    "He''s different," Icarius said.


    "I... agree," Aphemis chimed in.


    "Who is he really?" Icarius asked.


    "I don''t know either. When I investigated him, nothing came up. No records, no family, no nothing," Aphemis replied.


    "Just... none?" Icarius asked as his brows furrowed.


    "Just none," Aphemis confirmed.


    "Well, that matches mine. When I digged through him, nothing really surfaced. All I know is that he appeared one day, and now he''s here," Icarius said.


    "But I do find one thing odd," Aphemis said.


    "Oh, you''re not going to charge me for this now, aren''t you?" Icarius asked with his eyes narrowed down.


    "No, you Buffoon. This one is free," she said.


    "Then go ahead," Icarius said as he eased up.


    "When I met him before, he was... scarred. He was damaged beyond belief," Aphemis mentioned.


    "Can you explain?" Icarius curiously asked.


    "He had scars etched in his flesh, burns, and all forms of wounds. It was like he was tortured. But even my men don''t go through that much," Aphemis said.


    "If I remember correctly, the scars on his skin would date years back. So either he was tortured every single day for years, or he got himself in some form of nasty accident back then," Aphemis said.


    But they both know it will probably be the first.


    Even an accident would be more merciful than that.


    "Just who is he? What do you know about him?" Icarius couldn''t help but ask.


    "He''s... nobody. But that nobody saved my precious granddaughter," Aphemis responded.


    "Saved...?" Icarius asked, his eyes wide in surprise.


    "Due to my carelessness, Lilith was abducted by slavers. She was almost sold off, but he got her back home safe," she said.


    "I don''t know how someone so frail managed to survive out in the crimson forest, but he did."


    "However, those ministry bastards caught up quick and set up an ambush. I nearly didn''t make it," Aphemis remembered, her hands slowly balling to a fist.


    "But there he was, sacrificing himself for her. That bought me enough time to get her, but not him," she said, confusing Icarius.


    "You''re not making sense," he said.


    "He was dying when I got there. His life force was swiftly fading as he was impaled by multiple demon-slaying rods," she revealed, prompting Icarius to jerk his head towards her.


    "If you don''t want to tell me, then don''t," he said.


    "I''m not lying," she resolutely answered. Seeing her expression, Icarius could not help but look at Samael like he was a ghost.


    Demon-slaying rods were made specifically to kill demons. They''re infused with poison that degrades your soul and flesh at a rapid pace. Due to this, it is a weapon the ministry strictly handles, as it can cause damage to humans just as much as to demons. To survive not only one but multiple of it...


    "Although I did close up his wounds, I knew for a fact it was futile. He was dying. There was nothing else I could do," Aphemis said.


    "Not to mention, when I left, the leader of the assassins used a suicide attack, destroying a portion of the forest," Aphemis remembered.


    "However, he came back, alive, healed and devoid of wounds," Aphemis said.


    "Not only that, he has shown miracles I never believed possible time and time again," she pointed out as she remembered how he entered a state of enlightenment when he obtained his first blade.


    As Icarius listened further, the more absurd it felt.


    "Just who are you?" he muttered to himself.


    "What really bothers me the most is none of those," Aphemis said, luring Icarius''s attention.


    "He was elementless when I met him. I examined him. I''m sure of it," Aphemis said.


    Icarius''s brows furrowed.


    "But this... I don''t know what''s this," she said.


    The kid he left there was mundane. He had no elements. She knew it when she healed him. But now he comes back, and he wields a power she has never seen before. When she tried to pry deeper, she felt a form of fear she had never felt before. As though something was warning her to...


    Know her place.


    Just witnessing what occurred earlier, his element is no doubt strong in origin. That power is not something a kid like him should have. He was nearly nearing the strength of a saint!


    Whatever happened to him that day, it remade him. He went through some rebirth, and now he''s just better and healed.


    You don''t heal scars. Wounds heal; scars don''t. But he did. And now he''s back.


    But Aphemis did not feel threatened. She could feel the pure and raw desire he felt for Lilith before. He was the same. He never changed.


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    Besides, who was she to take her granddaughter''s happiness away?


    When Samael left, Aphemis made sure to make him realize why. It was because he was weak. He was unable to protect Lilith, and that made him a target. A hole in their defense.


    But now? There was nothing she could say. He was strong now. He has filled that hole and become a wall that stands before the enemy.


    She can finally trust him.


    Even if she wanted to get rid of him, she probably couldn''t. Just seeing that pure smile on her granddaughter''s lips is enough to melt her.


    "Long time no see, kid," Aphemis greeted.


    "Aphemis," Samael acknowledged as he gave the woman a nod.


    However, before Aphemis could continue, Icarius swiftly dragged her away along with Ajax.


    It was time to give the kids some time and handle some adult matters. They still had a mission here.


    As the three went away, the nobles finally breathed a good sigh of relief. They couldn''t act carelessly with three monsters hanging about.


    Seeing the mood lighten, the musicians played a round of lighthearted and festival-like music, filling the palace with its remarkable notes and hymns.


    Hearing the shift in the music, the nobles started to dance with their partners and friends, along with their reverberating laughter and cheers.


    Influenced by this atmosphere, Lilith chuckled as she intertwined her fingers with Samael before dragging him into the center.


    Dancing to the music, she twirled and circled, the white silk of her dress drifting in the air. She was like a fairy, beautiful beyond belief.


    Unable to resist her, a smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he followed suit, entertaining the girl before her.


    Their laughter echoed throughout the walls of the palace, filling the night with nothing but pleasant memories.


    ***


    "The preparations are ready, sir," a masked individual said.


    "Good. How about the targets?" the leader asked.


    "They''re still in the palace," the assassins answered.


    "The monsters?" The leader asked.


    "They''re in the meeting lounge as predicted," the assassins detailed.


    "Good, we shall strike when the announcements begin. That is when they''re weakest and most vulnerable," the leader said as he stood above a cliff, overseeing the palace engulfed in light.


    On cue, the sphere in his jacket glew as he took it out.


    "Master," he said as he kneeled.


    "Are the preparations complete?" he asked.


    "Yes, master. They''re in place," the assassins said in unison.


    "I expect only good news," the master said.


    "We will succeed," the leader said with determination.


    "Be warned, the demon hunting rods I have sent you are modified. They are not your normal weapons," the leader warned.


    "What do you mean, master?" The leader asked.


    "The demon hunting rods I sent are made specifically to kill the chaos witch. They are imbued with twice the purity of poison you''ll find in the normal ones," the master said.


    "That being said, it is also far more destructive for humans. Handle it with caution. This weapon is still a secret of the ministry," the man behind the orb said.


    "We understand, master," the leader said.


    "But if I may ask, how long will the barrier hold?" he asked.


    The man behind the orb remained silent for a moment before answering.


    "At most, it may hold the monsters back for ten minutes," he answered.


    The assassins exchanged glances. Ten minutes was too narrow.


    "It is enough, master," the leader reassured.


    "Good. I will hear more from you later," the master said before he vanished.


    "Do not ever doubt the master again," the leader said without sparing the assassin a glance.


    "Ten minutes is long enough to handle some brats," the man followed.


    ***


    As the Serenity Ball went on, the time of socializing began. It was the most anticipated time for the nobles, as it was the most beneficial for them. Making connections was one of the main reasons they came.


    Soon, aristocrats of all ranks had begun to cross from table to table, greeting each other and exchanging a few words of kindness.


    Some proposed a toast, while others gossiped endlessly. It was your typical noble party. However, even Samael and Lilith were not pardoned.


    Samael and Lilith sat by a table in the far corner of the palace, but even that did not help them as the Aristocrats swarmed them by the dozen.


    However, there was a clear division between the two. Most of the people around Lilith were men, while Samael was a crowd of young woman.


    That being said, the Thaesir heirs were keeping their distance as of the moment.


    "Sir Samael! I heard you''re quite famous among the watchers!" A young blond lady said as she went closer.


    Samael remained nonchalant as he answered. "It was really nothing."


    "Oh, how humble of you. If I may ask, what are your connections to Sir Icarius?" the lady asked.


    Samael could only sigh. They were all the same, aiming either to make a connection with Ajax or Icarius. Why didn''t they just ask the two themselves?


    "Sir Icarius is... my boss. You can say," Samael answered.


    "How curious," the lady said, but she was soon cut off as a woman with black hair came forward.


    "Good evening, sir Samael. My name is Rosaline Revouine." She introduced herself as she peeked ever so slightly, her cheeks flushing red.


    Samael was quite the looker indeed, but being this close was different all together.


    "Pardon my rudeness, but would you be so kind as to toast with me?" she asked seductively.


    Seeing nothing wrong with this, Samael gave her a slow nod as he took his glass.


    After toasting, the woman gave out a flirtatious smile as she drank the liquor straight before acting tipsy.


    Seeing this move, the other noble women couldn''t help but gasp. How bold was she to pull something like this?


    Samael''s brows furrowed as he watched the woman come closer, her steps shaky.


    "Oh my, it seems the alcohol has gotten into me," she said as she giggled.


    Meanwhile, Lilith could not help but frown upon this. Although the men were constantly bombarding her with questions, her focus was still on Samael. Every move he made was enough to capture her attention.


    But before she could do anything, a noble swiftly went to her.


    "Oh, Miss Lilith, where are you going? If you wish, I shall escort you," he said, a smile visible in his face.


    "Ah, no need¡ª" Lilith''s words were cut off as the man spoke.


    "Now don''t be so rash, Miss Lilith; I''m only doing this with the goodness of my heart," he said as he reached out to her exposed shoulder.


    Seeing this, the other nobles couldn''t help but frown. But they could not do anything as his stature was higher than theirs.


    But before he could reach out, a hand swiftly held his wrist, keeping him in place.


    "What the..." the man muttered as his face flushed red in anger.


    "Unhand me!" He roared as he shifted his look towards the perpetrator. But upon seeing who it was, his face paled.


    "Or what?" Samael asked, his voice cold and unforgiving.


    The man couldn''t answer as Samael''s grip tightened, followed by the sounds of bones creaking.


    The man felt the urge to scream, but a shiver went down his spine as he saw Samael''s crimson gaze.


    Letting go, the man swiftly fixed his suit as he nearly tripped. "I-I''ll be t-taking my leave now," he stuttered as cold sweat trickled down his forehead.


    "Good," Samael said.


    Lilith felt her cheeks heat up as she stared at Samael''s broad chest. It was every girl''s fantasy to have their prince save them. It was truly a dream come true.


    However, before she could even speak, the same girl pestering Samael came up to him, acting as though she tripped as she tried to land on him.


    But a firm hand swiftly kept her upright as Lilith came closer to her, whispering in her ears.


    "You would be wise to leave now, Miss Rosaline," Lilith whispered, her tone cold and sharp.


    Mentioning her name was a warning, that Lilith knew who she was. And getting rid of dust was nothing.


    Rosaline''s face paled as she felt Lilith''s grasp tighten, a sharp ache traveling in her arm.


    "Do not ever bother him again, or you will see that my beauty isn''t the only thing that is deadly," Lilith warned.


    A small, imperceptible smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he heard her whispers. A wave of joy grasped his heart.


    Letting go of the woman, Rosaline hastily went away.


    Extending his hand forward, Samael ruffled the girl''s hair. "Don''t get so mad. It doesn''t suit you," Samael said.


    Lilith''s cheeks inflamed as a pout made its way to her visage. "You heard, didn''t you?" She asked.


    A light chuckle escaped Samael''s lips. "Nope, I definitely did not," Samael said.


    "Liar!" Lilith fired back, causing the two to erupt in laughter.


    But their laughter was soon cut off as a loud voice echoed.


    "A good night to all nobles present today!" The announcer said.


    "But, if I may intrude on the fun, we have here a special speaker," the announcer mentioned as a figure went up. It was Icarius, along with Ajax, Aphemis, and the other Thaesir leaders.


    Seeing this, the crowd gasped as they gave out a round of applause. It was time for the announcements!


    "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Icarius said.


    "The night is still long. There is plenty more fun to do."


    "I know the situation has been pretty rough recently with all the monster attacks, but fear not," he said.


    "The future of humanity is bright still," Icarius said.


    "Each and every one of you still holds a flame that gives light to our darkest moments. Your futures still burn bright."


    "I wish to congratulate the Thaesir heirs for their contribution in clearing some of the monster attacks in Tera when we were gone. Your actions are recognized," Icarius praised, prompting the Thaesir heirs to bow down with a confident smile.


    "We also extend our thanks to the knights who volunteered to fight alongside us in pursuit of freeing the Georgia Road," Icarius mentioned.


    "Your service is appreciated," he said.


    "But that''s not the only reason I''m speaking here," Icarius said.


    "I know all of you have known by now that the previous saint has passed on. May her soul find the light," Icarius said, giving respect along with the other nobles.


    "This begs the question: who will protect us now?" he asked.


    "I am proud to present with you two astounding individuals who have contributed greatly to the war a few weeks ago," Icarius said.


    "Sir Ajax of the Azureborn family and Samael!" Icarius said as cheers and heavy rounds of applause thundered in the palace.


    Samael could only sigh as he was dragged forward. Meanwhile, Ajax was also forced to go up.


    The two could only curse the man in their heads.


    "These two have not only aided personally in the monster extermination but have slain the saint beast, threatening the peace of Tera. Without them, we would not have been able to win," Icarius said.


    "Back to the question of who will protect us; who would it be if not them?" Icarius said.


    The nobles gave out cheers of support. Having a saint made them feel at ease. Now, the balance was going to be restored again.


    As Samael went up the stairs, he could not help but feel something was amiss.


    Frowning, he slowly felt himself, and his eyes flew open.


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    Then it began.


    "Activate the barrier."

 CH92-Boiling Rage.

    Samael''s new inherent ability, Instinct, kicked in like a horse as he felt a gut-wrenching sensation overwhelm him.


    Reacting swiftly, he grabbed Lilith gently as he dragged her close to him. As he did, a curtain of light descended from above, cutting the stairs and shredding them. Where Lilith stood earlier was now nothing but ash.


    Samael''s face fell grim as he spared a glance at the curtain. The other nobles could not help but scream in fear as the same barrier entrapped them.


    Icarius, Aphemis, and Ajax flinched as they swiftly approached the barrier. Icarius carefully examined it, while Ajax assessed where it came from. Aphemis, on the other hand, was going insane as she took a stance.


    "It''s not going to work," Icarius said.


    "MY GRANDDAUGHTER IS ON THE OTHER SIDE!" She roared in rage.


    "Can''t you feel it? It''s built to keep us out," Icarius said as his finger was coated in lightning. Slowly, he drilled through the barrier but was repelled back.


    Aphemis could only utter multiple curses as she paced frantically, her mind scrambling for ways to get through.


    Witnessing this, Samael deduced two reasons. Either someone was after Icarius and the rest, or... after them.


    Shifting his gaze to the far end of the dancing hall, multiple footsteps left trails of echoes in the walls of the palace.


    From the shadows, multiple cloaked figures wearing masks with slits revealed themselves, and in their hands lay a black rod emanating some form of miasma.


    Witnessing this, Aphemis exploded in rage as she continuously banged the barrier.


    "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!! YOU DIRTY BASTARDS!!!" She snarled as the palace shook under her bloodlust.


    Icarius and Ajax could only frown as this was the first time they witnessed these people. But judging from Aphemis''s reaction, there was no doubt these were the "ministry" fucks she has been venting about.


    Fear, anxiety, and worry gripped Aphemis''s heart, but to no avail. All the sound she made was blocked by the barrier, and even the force of her bloodlust was kept at bay.


    Meanwhile, Lilith''s eyes widened in horror as her face paled. Memories of Samael''s demise flashed in her eyes, seizing her heart in its cruel grip. Unsure of what to do, she froze in place, her body trembling.


    However, this time was different.


    A hand slowly held her head, caressing her hair and enveloping her in a form of warmth capable of breaking her from her stupor.


    Shifting her gaze above, she saw Samael''s crimson eyes staring at her without fear. Inspiring courage to form within her.


    With a small smile, Samael spoke. "Do not be afraid, Lilith. I''m here now."


    Holding her hand, Samael gently pressed it.


    Like ice on a summer day, Lilith''s worries slowly melted away as she steeled her resolve.


    Seeing that she was okay now, Samael shifted his gaze at the cloaked assassins and the rods they wielded.


    Sparing Lilith one final glance, Samael took off his jacket as he gently placed it on the girl''s shoulders.


    "Keep these for me," he said.


    Screams of terror echoed in the dancing hall as the nobles tried to flee, but to no avail. As the assassins closed in, the thaesir heir''s had no choice but to clench their jaw. However, before they could step forward, Samael''s footsteps reverberated.


    Each step he took echoed within the marble walls of the palace, calming the screams and pleas of the nobles as they watched him go forward without an ounce of fear or hesitation.


    Slowly, Samael held the surface of his mask as he undid it, removing it as it fell on the floor with a thud, revealing his face.


    Seeing his bravery, the assassins looked at each other as they laughed. However, their leader remained stoic as he watched Samael''s strides. Something about him was different.


    "We''ll give you one last chance to go back, or we''ll make an example out of you," an assassin mocked.


    However, his chuckles were silenced as Samael replied.


    "Then do it."


    The assassins flinched as they looked at Samael in silence before one of them roared. "You fucking serious? You think you''re safe because you''re a noble?"


    "Enough chit chat; we have a mission," the leader said.


    The other assassins clicked their tongues as they approached Samael, staring him down as though they were looking at an ant.


    "You''re lucky the boss said to spare you... for now," an assassin said before passing by Samael and continuing their journey. However, Samael''s voice echoed in the halls, his tone deep and feral.


    "Who said you could go?"


    The leader of the assassins felt his blood run cold as he dashed back, his astral compass warning him of impending danger.


    One of the cloaked individuals could only utter one word as his vision swirled.


    "Eh?"


    A loud thud bounced off the walls of the dancing hall as his corpse slammed against the floor, staining its white surface in blood as his head rolled beside him.


    The other assassin''s eyes widened as they hurriedly jumped back, regaining distance from Samael.


    Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads as suffocating silence prevailed. The same question brewing in their minds.


    What just happened?


    Staring at the corpse of their comrade, they looked at Samael. He had barely moved. How could he have done this?


    "Again. Who said you could go?" Samael repeated, his voice growing deeper and darker by the second.


    A bone chilling sensation drilled through the cloaked assassins flesh as they went on guard, their onyx dark rods pointing at Samael.


    However, before they could even mutter anything, one of them blew up as his blood sprinkled everywhere and his body cleaved in five different directions.


    Unable to take it any longer, one of the assassins roared. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"


    But like the rest, he too was not spared.


    The leader''s eyes widened as he roared. "WATCH OU¡ª"


    "Void Cleave."


    The assassin''s body was torn in the middle as his flesh slowly separated, his guts and organs spilling out like water as they slid on the smooth surface of the floor.


    The other remaining assassins remained frozen as they watched their comrade reduced to a lump of flesh. They couldn''t even see the attack, but their leader did, albeit slightly.


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    For a brief moment, a blink of an eye, he could see Samael''s hand whip.


    Now taking his warning seriously, the assassins froze in place as cold sweat drenched their backs.


    One wrong move was all it took.


    Seeing the assassins finally listen, Samael focused his attention on the man with multiple slits on his mask.


    "I assume you''re the leader?" he asked.


    Slowly, Samael made his way forward as he met the man in the eyes. Shifting his gaze at the rod he wielded, he spoke. "I know this weapon. I know it very well."


    Looking the man in the face, he said.


    "Demon-slaying rods."


    The leader''s face fell as he roared. "KILL HER NOW!" as he swinged at Samael with his full power.


    The other assassins dashed forward as they swiftly closed the distance, their weapons spearing forward towards Lilith.


    Lilith could only watch the blade flash before her pupils before a fiery explosion shook the grounds.


    "NO! LILITH!!!" Aphemis roared.


    Screams of terror escaped the nobles lips as the wind forced them to close their eyes.


    As the dust settled, the assassins found themselves engulfed in despair and horror.


    Their improved demon hunting rods proved to be futile as Samael stood before Lilith and the assassin, the tip of the rod sticking at his chest, unable to even pierce his skin.


    Lilith''s face morphed in worry, but Samael reassured her with a smile as he focused on the assassin.


    "You had your chance."


    The assassin tried to dash back, but Samael''s hand flashed sideways, tearing off his head as it blew into a mist of blood.


    Remembering the events in the Crimson Forest, Samael could feel his rage boil.


    He wasn''t angry they tried to kill him. He was angry they tried to kill Lilith. And now, they''re back.


    Unfortunately for them, he was not the same weak boy he was then.


    Left with no choice, the other four assassins broke in different directions as they launched consecutive attacks at Lilith.


    However, Samael effortlessly deflected their blades with his bare hands as he spoke.


    "Abyss spikes."


    A plethora of onyx black spikes burst from the ground, impaling the bastards as they hung, dead.


    Seeing his men die so easily, the leader clenched his teeth as he dashed back. However, as he did, he struck something hard as he fell down.


    Looking up, he felt dread devour him.


    There stood Samael, his face consumed by unyielding darkness. His crimson gaze peering through that Void and into his soul.


    "I remember you all," Samael muttered, his tone as cold as ice.


    "You and your masks. I remember it all," he said.


    The leader felt his body tremble as unimaginable fear enveloped him, a fear so violent and pure he could feel his soul shake.


    "We don''t even know you," he said.


    "But I do," Samael said.


    "And this time, no more mercy," he resumed.


    A titanic pressure smashed against the entire palace, devouring every corner and every single crevice of the building.


    Aphemis, Icarius, and Ajax flinched as they felt the dense, bone-chilling blood lust Samael let out, triggering them to raise their guards as Icarius laughed in disbelief.


    "Just what the hell is this?" he said.


    Everyone within the palace except Lilith saw the world drenched in crimson, as though thousands upon thousands of creatures were slain and their very blood painted the walls.


    They couldn''t breathe, they couldn''t speak, and they couldn''t even move. It felt as though they were submerged in an ocean of blood.


    Unable to bear the pressure, they were all forced to kneel as their bodies buckled under their weight.


    However, what truly sent fear rippling in their hearts was the view before them.


    Samael''s figure appeared as though he were standing in darkness, as though he were one with the Void itself.


    The only thing they could see was the pair of crimson eyes peering through that darkness.


    The leader of the assassins felt a violent force slam against his body, shattering the ground beneath him as he was sent sprawling down.


    Even then, he was unable to scream. He could only cry in pain as the titanic pressure and bloodlust slowly ripped his skin and pulverized his bones. But that wasn''t even the worst of it.


    What truly made him suffer was not the pain, but that thing.


    The assassin screamed internally as a collosal white eye manifested from the darkness Samael emitted, gazing upon him from above.


    It sent a form of fear he had never felt before. Fear so potent and primal that his very being trembled, his very existence abhorred.


    He could not remove his eyes from it. He could not run away from it. It will always be there, in the darkness and in the nothingness, watching him.


    Samael did not know what was happening anymore. He felt consumed by his emotions and by his wrath. So much that he was blinded.


    Multiple panels warped before him as messages came one after the other.


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    However, even the loud blaring noises of the Codex failed to break Samael from his wrathful stupor.


    Giving in to his rage, Samael''s bloodlust peaked higher and higher, sending the man deeper as he dug a hole under the tremendous pressure.


    The surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling around Samael shattered into pieces as they fell like glass.


    Slowly, Samael stepped forward, driving the leader of the assassins even deeper into the earth.


    Taking another step forward, the ground surrounding the assassin shattered, giving out and forming an even larger crater.


    The assassin spewed blood as all his orifices bled uncontrollably; his flesh had long been stripped and his bones turned to mush. His flesh had warped beyond recognition, but even then, he was still alive.


    Taking another step forward, the pressure had gone so violent and strong that even Icarius, Aphemis, and Ajax had to deploy their astral veils to protect the other nobles from the unrelenting waves.


    With another foot forward, the entire palace started to crack as its foundations trembled.


    Even mundane people could feel the tremors under their soles and that cold, sharp sensation caressing their skin.


    Samael did not know what was happening. He was far too consumed by his emotions.


    They''ve already taken everything from him once. When he finally finds someone he can call family, they try to take it away from him again. Now, they''re here, and they once again threaten everything he holds dear.


    Was the death of his family not enough? Was his slavery not enough? He''s had it with them. If they weren''t going to stop, then he''d stop them himself.


    No more mercy.


    There is no pardon for them.


    No fucking pity. Just...


    Death.


    Reaching for the crippled assassin, Samael felt power beyond belief within him. But as he was about to grasp it, a hand took over.


    "No more, Samael," Lilith said as she enveloped him in an embrace, her wings clutching him tight.


    "No more," she pleaded.


    Samael felt as though cold water was splashing in his face as he felt the world clear.


    Blinking twice, he shot a look at the barely breathing assassin before him.


    I... did this...? He couldn''t help but ask himself.


    Glancing at the crowd of nobles trembling in fear and the crumbling walls of the palace, along with the pain in Lilith''s tone, he felt his stomach churn.


    He nearly lost himself, and in doing so, he nearly hurt the innocent and the person he loves.


    His fear nearly manifested.


    However, before Samael could condemn himself, Lilith held his cheeks as she dragged him close.


    "Don''t. Don''t blame yourself," she whispered.


    She could feel the overwhelming remorse Samael felt. It was so degrading... So... Destructive. How could she watch as he destroys himself?


    "But I¡ª"


    "Don''t..." Lilith cut off Samael.


    "Just look at me," she said.


    "You protected everyone. That''s all that matters. That''s all it will ever be," she said as she hugged him tight.


    Feeling Lilith''s warmth, Samael allowed himself to melt in her arms.


    As the barrier of light faded, Icarius and the rest refrained from moving for a while before a sigh escaped Icarius''s lips.


    Approaching the scene, he kneeled down as he inspected the leader of the assassins.


    "He''s still alive. Barely," he said.


    "Move," Aphemis beckoned as black flames slithered throughout the body of the man, healing some of his wounds.


    "This is the best I can do. His bones and his skin are basically gone. He''s a cripple, but he should be able to speak in the least," she said.


    "Good job, kid," Aphemis praised.


    "Grandmother!" Lilith exclaimed.


    "What?! These guys are inhumane! And that''s coming from a demon! These are people who would kill such a precious child without batting an eye!" She said.


    "Not now!" Lilith replied, prompting Aphemis to sigh.


    Approaching Samael, Icarius spoke. "You did the right thing."


    Samael carefully broke free from Lilith''s embrace as he spoke. "I do not care that I nearly killed this man. I know of their deeds, and I have personally seen the atrocities they can commit. But losing control and nearly hurting everyone is something I never wish to experience again."


    "But you didn''t," Icarius said.


    "Not without her help," Samael said as he squeezed Lilith''s hand.


    "Look, I know you losing control is inexcusable. But now isn''t the time. My forces have already mobilized to sweep and put Tera on lockdown. For now, we need to get you guys to safety," Icarius said.


    Samael gave a nod. Unfortunately, Lilith had to go with Aphemis, so they''ll have to part ways for now.


    "Be careful," Samael said.


    "You too," Lilith replied before she was dragged away by Aphemis.

 CH93-Torture.

    A squadron of silver-armored knights swiftly swept in, helping the shocked and wounded nobles get back to their feet.


    They were escorted out and into their own carriages by their knights, while watchers and individuals hiding in the shadows went to work as they swept the palace. Checking every nook and cranny without fail.


    Icarius and Aphemis were on high alert as they spread their astral compass outwards, engulfing the palace and its surroundings under their watch.


    Aphemis dragged away Lilith as dozens of her maids swarmed her, encircling her as they guided her out of the room and towards their safehouse.


    Whispering to her shadow, Aphemis said. "I want that assassin in my torture chamber. I will personally interrogate him."


    It was truly quite an opportunity. She has never caught a ministry rat alive. They would always result in suicide attacks just to fulfill their missions.


    "Make sure to restrain him. I don''t want him dead until I say so." She followed.


    Upon her command, the shadows dispersed in multiple directions as they swiftly swapped the body with a different one.


    This did not go unnoticed by Icarius, but he let it slide. He would just personally go converse with the demoness and join the interrogation. No one in this world had more hatred than her for the ministry.


    As the number of nobles lessened, Icarius finally had time to go up to Ajax and Samael.


    "This is your chance. This attack would circulate throughout the aristocratic society. But with it, so does Samael''s participation in ensuring the safety of the nobles. Take it and solidify yourselves as heroes," he ordered.


    The two nodded as Icarius resumed.


    "For now, go back. I''ll handle the rest here," he said.


    Following his orders, Samael and Ajax went on to their respective carriages. On their way there, they could visibly see the shaken status of the nobles.


    To think they had all the resources they needed and were this weak? Samael could not help but look at them with pity.


    As their carriage reached Icarius''s manor, Samael went directly to his room. Ajax did the same.


    Sitting down, Samael''s mind drifted towards the assassins. To think they could inflitrate one of the most secure events of the year with ease and even deploy barriers was insane.


    This only means one thing. Another fucking rat.


    They have rats everywhere, Samael thought.


    As for who, he did not know. He was simply too ignorant of the Aristocratic society to know. But he''s hopeful Aphemis will get that information from the assassin''s leader.


    This day had been everything but a normal one. Not only did he meet the only person dearest to him, but he also encountered an enemy of the past.


    But their involvement just solidified his suspicions about the church. These bastards would never stop until they reached their goal. They would use every dirty trick they could.


    Taking deep breaths, Samael composed himself.


    But not everyone was like them. He had already made the mistake of thinking as such towards Vapad, and this nearly cost him his life. He won''t make the same mistakes.


    But now, the problem of who''s their ally and who''s not remains their most pressing concern.


    He was already weary of the nobles from the start, but this just made everything worse.


    Laying down, Samael sighed.


    But at least she was here now.


    Everything was going to be okay.


    Remembering earlier''s events, Samael''s cheek flashed a hint of red as he took his arm and rested it on his eyes.


    How could he do such shameless and embarrassing actions? Then again, it felt natural at the moment. Like it was the right thing to do.


    Perhaps it was.


    ***


    Lilith could not see or hear anything but the ruffling of her maid''s clothes. These maids were not normal, as they were highly trained fighters who had mastered multiple fighting styles.


    This was one of their protocols in case of an emergency. They''ve also taken an oath to sacrifice their lives if needed. A drastic but acceptable action in the eyes of her grandmother.


    These past few years, Lilith has not experienced another attack. That is why she was so shaken when they came back. Like nightmares haunting her.


    Eventually, they reached the safe house and were finally able to breathe with ease.


    Excusing herself, Lilith made it to her room as she sat down with an exhausted sigh.


    She thought these people had finally given up, but how foolish of her to think so. They would never give up. Never.


    Lilith had no doubt that her grandmother would put the place on lockdown again. She would barely see the light of day at this rate.


    But what could she do? Even though she disagrees with her grandmother''s extreme measures, she does understand her worry.


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    In her eyes, she was the only family she had left. Everyone else was gone. Only she left. Solitude was not something demons took kindly to.


    Flopping down her bed, memories of what transpired earlier flashed through her pupils.


    Remembering Samael''s entrance and everything that led to that moment, Lilith''s entire face flushed red as she took a pillow and buried her face in it.


    How could she take such bold actions? Especially to Samael! How shameless was she?!


    Still, there was no doubt that her heart savored every single second of it.


    Her longing had blinded her, and she simply allowed herself to be happy again. Was that too much to ask for?


    Samael was simply handsome. Much more than she remembered. His strides, the way his clothes swayed, and his crimson gaze were enough to make her drunk.


    Not to mention his desire.


    Lilith''s head bellowed steam as she rolled around her bed, the pillow in her hand muffling her squeals.


    Samael''s desire for her... It was raw and powerful. It was so... violent and pure. So... demanding and possessive.


    Although she remained silent about it, Lilith enjoyed every moment of it. Each time Samael would look, she loved his appreciation and love.


    But still, how would she face him when they met again?! Her shameful behaviors then just seem to eat through her.


    What was she supposed to say? Should she even say anything? What should she do? What should she wear?


    It was driving her mad!


    Loud thuds echoed in Lilith''s room as the maids barged in, worry visible in their faces when they saw Lilith''s room in a mess.


    Clothing of all kinds was thrown everywhere, along with other cosmetics. Meanwhile, she stood there holding multiple dresses in her arms, her hair disheveled.


    "What are you doing, miss?" The maids cried out as they rushed her, fixing her appearance and her room.


    "It was nothing," Lilith answered.


    "Miss," the head maid said.


    "Fine! I was just looking for clothes to wear on our next meet," she answered as her cheeks flushed red.


    The maids let out a sigh. Their master was finally reaching that stage.


    Love.


    However, they too felt happiness as they realized she was finally paying attention to her looks. Meaning, all the pent-up desires they had to dress her finally have a chance to show themselves.


    With that, the rounds of recommendations began.


    ***


    Deep beneath Aphemis''s dungeon.


    Aphemis''s footsteps echoed as her heel struck the ground, her dress sliding off the floor as she made her way towards the center of the room.


    There stood multiple shadows and multiple metal carts, each filled with different tools, some stained in blood.


    "So you still followed me, huh?" Aphemis said as Icarius stepped out of the darkness.


    "Why, I won''t miss this for the end of the world," he said, prompting Aphemis to roll her eyes.


    "If you''re joining me, be prepared for what''s to come," she warned.


    "I''ve had my fair share of ''interrogations'' myself, so please do continue," he assured the woman.


    In the middle of the room was a man with his hands tied by metal chains connected to the floor. Under him were dozens of runes, each with their own purposes.


    One was life support to prolong his suffering, while the other was to enhance pain. Some of them were there to regenerate his wounds.


    "Remove the mask," Aphemis said as one of the cloaked individuals went forward and jerked the brown sack away, revealing the face of the assassin sent before her granddaughter.


    Aphemis''s rage reached a boiling point as her bloodlust clouded the room, prompting the cloaked individuals to fall on their knees.


    "Spicy," Icarius commented as he remained in his carefree stance.


    "So you''re the bastard they sent," Aphemis said.


    The man had golden hair paired with golden eyes. His face was swollen badly as violet spots littered his body. He was unrecognizable.


    But those key features were enough to prove he was from the Church of Light.


    "Fuck you, demon!" The man snarled.


    Aphemis slapped the man, sending jolts of pain throughout his body as he grunted.


    "Rest easy, knowing this won''t go easy for you," Aphemis whispered in his ears.


    "You''ll never make me talk," the man said.


    A chuckle escaped Aphemis''s lips as she spoke. "Oh, you''re mistaken. I''m not going to ask questions; you''ll give me the answers yourself once I''m done with you."


    Picking up one of the tools, she examined it. It was a drill-like tool with flat metal underneath. Pressing it would activate the clamp.


    Placing the item in the man''s foot, Aphemis pressed hard as the drill slowly dug in his nails before the clamp slowly pushed it upwards, peeling it off.


    "ARGHHHHHHH!!!" the man screamed as he flailed uncontrollably.


    However, Aphemis wasn''t done yet, as she continued to the next toe, doing the same thing as his blood stained the floor.


    Icarius simply watched by the sides as he watched the woman take another tool before testing in on the man.


    This time, she slowly peeled off parts of his skin before dumping boiling oil into it, scorching his bare flesh as it bubbled under the heat.


    "ARGHHHHH STOP!!!" he roared as tears and snot riddled down his face.


    Slamming her fist in the man''s stomach, Aphemis roared.


    "SHUT UP!!!"


    The man vomitted on the floor as Aphemis brushed her hair neatly.


    The runes swiftly went to work as his wounds slowly healed.


    Seeing this, the man felt dread envelope his heart.


    Soon, wails of pain and agony filled the room as the sound of machines and metal piercing bones and flesh echoed repeatedly.


    This went on for hours, and Icarius stayed for every second of it. This gave him enough measure to know how much Aphemis loathed the Ministry.


    By the end of it, what she said came true.


    "I''ll tell you everything! Just please no more!" He roared as his sobs filled the room.


    "Please..." he begged.


    However, Aphemis''s face remained stone cold as she kicked the man.


    "I''ll speak! The one who ordered me to act is one of the seven cardinals!" He confessed.


    "The one titled as the holder of justice!" He roared.


    However, this wasn''t enough for Aphemis, as she slowly dug her nails into his eyes.


    "ARGHHHHH!!!" he screamed as he dropped.


    "I''ll continue! Please! No more!" he begged.


    "He said we had to kill a girl. A demon. One dubbed the chaos witch. He said we were to kill her even at the cost of our lives! That''s all I know!".


    "Please! Enough!" He pleaded.


    However, Aphemis didn''t think so as she continued.


    By the end of it, the man was reduced to nothing but a husk as he lay on the floor, stained by his blood.


    The entire room had morphed into crimson as the stench of iron circulated in the air. Organs and flesh riddled the corners of the chamber alongside the broken tools from repetitive use.


    "Kill him," Aphemis said as she burst into black flames, burning away the sweat and blood marring her skin.


    "Now we know that the Ministry is really invested in your daughter," Icarius said.


    To think that a cardinal of light would get involved and send his disciples was enough evidence.


    The Church of Light has a simple hierarchy. The lowest were the priests and nuns, followed by the Sanctums, people who were a rank higher and capable of using light magic. After them were the Serevilla, knights of light in training, and then the Sentinels of light, full-blown knights of the ministry.


    Now the three highest of them are as follows: The third are the bishops. They''re capable of sending knights and commanding them, but higher than them are the divine saints. Divine Saints usually stem from the Sentinels of Light but are trained by the Cardinals themselves, who sit at the highest rank and rule the ministry.


    They are people with direct connections to Taranius, the god of light. As such, they are tremendously strong and wield knowledge no one else knows.


    Unfortunately, not much is known about them. They keep to themselves and utilize the saints to do their bidding.


    However, it seems there is more to their hierarchy than what the public knows. These assassins belonged to another order called Omens. A group of assassins and warriors trained in secrecy by the church. They have no sense of reasoning and does not listen to logic. They only have one mission, to follow the will of their masters. These are the saints and Cardinals.


    Sadly, Icarius cannot simply reveal the information they got from the assassin to the world. It will cause great chaos, and a war will definitely ensue. A war so great that this world has not seen yet.


    It will engulf everything in fire. Everything.


    If the cardinals were involved, they would need to amp up their game. Icarius sighed as he spoke.


    "It seems it''s time to summon the high table."

 CH94-Message.

    "The plan has failed?" A man adorned in a white cloak embroidered with gold asked.


    "Yes, master," a cloaked assassin answered.


    "How so?" The master asked.


    "Eyewitnesses said a kid intervened," the assassin replied.


    "A... kid? A mere kid killed multiple trained assassins?" He asked in disbelief as he turned around, revealing an old man with a white beard and golden eyes.


    "Unfortunately, it is the truth," the cloaked assassin answered.


    A titanic pressure devoured the room as the assassin fell face first in the ground, his bones cracking as it slowly got pulverized. The assassin could only slowly drown in his blood as his vision darkened.


    "Master, you''re making a mess." A voice chimed in, breaking the man from his wrathful stupor.


    "HOW COULD I NOT?! OUR PLANS HAVE CONSTANTLY BEEN STOPPED TIME AND TIME AGAIN!" he roared as a man adorned in silver and gold armor entered the chamber.


    The design of his armor was intricate and spoke elegance as the metal appeared interwoven, forming a sigil in the middle, a ball of light similar to the sun. The man itself appeared young, with white hair and golden eyes, along with a white greatsword strapped to his back.


    "Please tell me you have good news," the master said.


    "We now know the identity of the person who foiled our plan, master," the man said.


    "Hoh? Go on," the master urged.


    "His name is Samael. He has no surname, indicating he''s not of noble origins, but his position is quite complex," the man answered.


    "How so?" The master asked.


    "Although he is not of noble blood, he is an acquaintance of the unprecedented shadow saint and the guild master, Icarius Malekov," the man replied.


    "A nobody acquainted with a member of the high table? Are you fooling me right now?" The man asked.


    "I would never dare lie to the Cardinal of Justice," the man protested.


    The cardinal of justice remained silent for a while, his eyes lost in thought as he paced silently.


    Nobody was with the shadow saint and Icarius Malekov. It was simply too coincidental. There was something at work here.


    Concluding his next action, the cardinal of justice stood before the man, prompting him to kneel and offer his blade.


    Taking the greatsword of the man, the cardinal slowly rested its flat side on the man''s head as he spoke, his voice carrying a weight invisible to the eye.


    "Saint of Light, Azerel, I bestow upon you a mission. A decree by the god of Light, Taranius."


    "Find out more about this ''Samael'' and seize him when the time comes."


    ***


    "You''re summoning the high table?" Aphemis asked, her eyes wide and her brows raised.


    Asking the high table for an audience is not something you can just do. It takes a lot of resources and power to do this.


    Not to mention, the reason must be sufficient, and it must be a matter that puts the safety of the sanctuaries at risk.


    "I have to," Icarius answered, his tone stern.


    "The cardinals of light are powers equivalent to us, the high table, if not stronger. Currently, there are eight of them, and there are merely six of us," Icarius said.


    "If we don''t prepare now, things can go south for us," he resumed.


    "I understand. I will support your decision," Aphemis said.


    "However, you do know what this decision will mean," Aphemis mentioned.


    "I do," Icarius said.


    "A war. One Ergo has not seen," he resumed.


    Aphemis released a deep sigh as she spoke. "I''ll call upon Mendez and Olaf. My intel says they know the location of these guys."


    "Good. I''ll handle Ishkar and Nova," Icarius said.


    "You better explain it in a way they''ll understand," Aphemis said.


    "You know the weight of their duties," she followed.


    "I know. That''s why I''ll visit them myself," Icarius said.


    With that, the two went their separate ways.


    Aphemis went on to write letters to the grandmaster blacksmith, Olaf, and the leader of the assassins, Mendez.


    The High Table was an organization meant to protect the sanctuaries from dangers beyond those of a Saint threat.


    It consists of six members, each and every one with their own quirks.


    Olaf was a mellagun, a species greatly affined to metal and fire. With those traits, they''re considered natural-born blacksmiths. Olaf was not only gifted, but talented beyond belief. Pair that with the long lifespan of his kind, and he achieved the only-ever title of grandmaster blacksmith.


    He has made weapons of all calibers capable of splitting mountains and morphing the land.


    He currently resides in Erdun, the city of arms. He''s helping the war effort by providing the watchers on the front lines with a constant stream of weapons and armor. Along with his kind, they''re the only thing keeping those people alive.


    Meanwhile, Mendez was a rather tricky one. Mendez Black was an orphan who soon made his name known in underground society. With his great mastery and creative use of his darkness and shadow elements, he subjugated and made the kingdom beneath his empire.


    Mendez was in control of the entire underground society. Every piece of information, good, and person that passes there will go through him first.


    As an assassin, not many have seen him, or rather, not many know he''s the leader of the underground.


    Mendez was highly secretive about his identity; to others, he''s just a carefree playboy who kills monsters for a living. But those who know who he truly is never get the chance to spill the beans.


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    Aphemis had a hard time tracking down the bastard, as he''s as free as the wind. Perhaps she only found him because he intended her to find him.


    Closing and stamping the letters with a special sigil, Aphemis snapped her fingers as multiple shadows emerged from hers.


    "Bring this to ''Livia'' the night city," she commanded as the shadows slithered away like snakes.


    With that, the start of their war against the ministry of light had finally begun.


    Meanwhile, Icarius left a few words for his butler before he left. Not through a carriage but through a remote device capable of teleporting you through thousands of miles. Similar to the one Aphemis used on Samael.


    As Samael and Ajax ate in the dining room, the butler came in as he cleared his throat, attracting the attention of the two.


    "As per the words of master Icarius, ''I will be gone for a while. Continue your mission and establish your position in the noble society. When I return, it will mark the day your duty here ends. Do not try to look or find out where I am. Focus on your objectives," the butler narrated.


    Samael''s brows furrowed along with Ajax. This was sudden. They know Icarius was crazy, but not this crazy. To leave so suddenly only meant that something was up. Something severe, he has to move himself.


    But they must respect his wishes and stay out of it... for now.


    "As for your missions, young masters, Sir Ajax, you must attend the crowning ceremony to be truly recognized as the guardian saint of Tera. Afterwards, you''ll be busy as you must solidify your power by going through multiple subjugations," the butler said.


    "As for you, sir Samael," the butler called, luring Samael''s attention.


    "You must also attend the crowning event to establish your stand and side. Noble society is often very... biased to who they support. We are expecting resistance but to no avail," the butler said.


    Samael gave a nod of recognition, but before he could continue devouring his food, the butler followed.


    "Ah! Before I leave, a message came for you," he mentioned.


    "A message? From who?" Samael asked.


    "From the house of Flamebright," the butler said.


    Samael''s back straightened as he rose up with haste.


    "Where is the letter?" he asked.


    "Please, master, finish your food first," the butler reminded Samael.


    Samael cleared his throat as he sat down and continued eating.


    "I have left the letter in your room," the butler said before excusing himself.


    ***


    Icarius slowly stepped out of the pillar of light emitted by his transporter as he brushed his hair back.


    As he did, a man adorned in a tuxedo approached him to assist him. They had been informed beforehand of Icarius''s objectives, so they refrained from doing anything else.


    Not wasting time, Icarius went on and stepped out of the manor, revealing a wave of fresh air accompanied by the scent of wet leaves.


    He was now in Oros, humanity''s last stronghold. A place built in case all else fails.


    Oros wasn''t the largest city. Although there are mundane humans here, the city is nothing in comparison to Tera.


    However, its defenses are far more superb and advanced. Far, far ahead of the other sanctuaries.


    As he approached the main road, there stood a woman leaning against a wall.


    "Guardian Saint Silvana," Icarius greeted.


    "Master Icarius," Silvana said back.


    "What bought you here? You''re quite a long way from home," she asked.


    "I''m afraid I''m not here for a vacation," Icarius said.


    "Oh?" Silvana exclaimed.


    "I''m here to summon the High Table," Icarius revealed, prompting the Saint to flinch as she jerked her head towards the man.


    "Are you serious?" She asked in disbelief.


    "Yes, I''m afraid," Icarius said.


    "Then follow me," Silvana said as she stood straight, her figure turning to a blur.


    Without another word, Icarius''s figure vanished as he chased the woman, matching her speed with ease.


    "How is the city holding?" Icarius asked.


    "Good! The monsters are unable to cross the mountains as the scouts are always one step ahead," she replied.


    "That''s good to hear," Icarius said, the wind muffling his voice.


    "How about you? I heard you''ve succeeded in freeing the Georgo road!" Silvana screamed as the wind whipped her face.


    "Yeah! With the help of my trusted comrades, we were able to get those beasts out," Icarius said.


    "That''s good to know," Silvana said.


    "...How about Nova?" Icarius asked as the two gently landed within the town plaza, where a bustling crowd went about their lives.


    "The usual," Silvana answered.


    "He''s still a workaholic. The only thing he does is go on with his silent hero gig," she resumed.


    "The same old Nova, huh?" Icarius said.


    "Yup," she said.


    "But thanks to him, monster subjugation is as easy as walking in a park," Silvana praised.


    "That''s Nova for you," Icarius said.


    If anything, Nova would probably be the second-strongest human to live beside Icarius. In fact, his element was far superior to his. The only reason Icarius was stronger was due to his physical strength.


    As for what his element is, That''s a secret not many know about.


    Icarius and Silvana''s footsteps halted as they turned their heads to an alleyway where a cloaked man leaned on a wall, an apple resting in his hand.


    "Long time, no see, Icarius." The man spoke, his tone gentle and calm. It was almost soothing.


    "Same to you, Nova," Icarius said.


    "Now what bought the leader of the watchers here?" He asked as the apple in his hand slowly dried and turned to nothing but dust.


    Icarius was about to answer when Silvana burst forward and dragged the man by the ears.


    "Arghh!" Nova exclaimed as he got helplessly dragged forward.


    "How many times have I told you to stop using your power for such useless antics?" Silvana roared.


    "But, love! It looks cool!" Nova said.


    "I don''t care! You know the effects of your powers!" She retorted as she tightened her grip.


    "Ouch! Okay, okay!" He said as the woman let go.


    Silvana''s full name was Silvana Kairos, the wife of the one and only Nova Kairos.


    "Glad to see the power dynamics have not changed," Icarius said.


    "You bet," Silvana said.


    Nova simply chuckled as he took off his hood.


    "Icarius! What bought you here?" He asked when Silvana shot him a glare.


    "Okay, fine!" Nova said as he raised his hands.


    Nova was a man who appeared in his thirties. He had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and a gentle aura around him. He was a protector. Ever since he was young.


    "Come in, come in," Nova said as he led the man inside a humble abode.


    "What do you want? Coffee? Tea?" Nova asked as he fiddled around the countertop.


    "I''m summoning the high table," Icarius said without an ounce of hesitation.


    Nova''s hand halted as the sound of glass clinking echoed in the room. Silvana herself remained silent this time.


    "Why?" Nova asked as he shifted his glance at Icarius, his face solemn.


    "There''s a threat¡ªbig enough to endanger everything we stand for," Icarius said.


    "Big enough even for you?" Nova asked.


    "Big enough even for me," Icarius said.


    A sigh escaped Nova''s lips as he sat down across from the man.


    "What is it?" he asked.


    Icarius gathered his thoughts as he spoke. "The ministry is involved with the monster attacks."


    Nova''s brows furrowed.


    "What do you mean?" he asked.


    "All the recent attacks? They''re behind it. We confirmed it when we were on Georgo Road. Those wolves were enhanced, and they were getting information from traitors implanted by the ministry," Icarius said.


    "Not only that, our suspicions were truly answered when a group of assassins, one from the church of light, attacked the Serenity ball. We captured one of them and interrogated him," Icarius resumed.


    "He said..."


    "The Cardinals of Light were the ones to send the order."


    Nova''s expression fell grim as Silvana grasped his hand, squeezing it.


    "You do know what this implies, right?" Icarius asked.


    "I do, and I fear what it may bring," Nova said.


    "If the Cardinals are going to be involved, we''re to expect a war. A war so great it may just cause the end of humanity as we know it," he said.


    "Exactly. That''s why I seek an audience with the high table," Icarius said.


    "Are the others already informed?" Nova asked.


    "Aphemis said she would handle it," Icarius said.


    Nova fell silent as he tapped the table, a behavior that did not go unnoticed by Silvana.


    "Nova," she said.


    "I''m not doing anything!" Nova said.


    "You know very well that''s a lie," she said.


    A sigh escaped Nova''s lips.


    "I... I don''t know," he answered.


    "I can handle myself!" Silvana answered.


    "I know! But I still worry!" Nova retorted.


    "The sanctuary will. be. safe," Silvana insisted.


    "How can we be sure?" Nova asked, worry visible in his eyes.


    "You know my duty," he said.


    "I know, but you have to trust me," she said.


    "I trust you, but I don''t trust the monsters you fight," he said.


    "I will be fine. But will they?" Silvana asked, silencing the man.


    A deep sigh escaped Nova''s lips as he shot a glance at Icarius.


    "I have heard your request, and I shall oblige," he said.


    Icarius gave the man a nod of appreciation.


    "So, what next?" Nova asked.


    "The most troublesome part... Ishkar," Icarus said.


    Nova leaned back as he spoke.


    "Well, shit."


    Meanwhile, a figure halted his movements as the burning light of the fire near him illuminated a bird dropping a letter next to him.


    Taking the letter, he saw the signature imprinted before it. As he opened it, his eyes narrowed in on its contents.


    "Get me my clothes and warn the people; I will depart soon," he said.


    "Yes, grandmaster Olaf," A mellagun spoke.


    On the other hand, a man adorned in a leather tunic was drinking booze along with two girls on his side when one of the girls caressed his chest.


    Responding to her advances, the man held her hands with a smirk in his face when he felt something in her palms.


    Before he could say anything, the two women left.


    Seeing the sigil on the letter, he couldn''t help but cuss. Upon reading its contents, his displeasure was soon replaced with a maniacal smile.


    "So it''s time, huh?"

 CH95-Second meet.

    After dinner, Samael went to his room with haste. Upon entering, he was assaulted by the sweet scent of flowers. A fragrance he was deeply familiar with.


    Following the scent, he saw a piece of pink paper lying neatly on the desk, its edges embroidered with all forms of ornaments, along with the sigil of the house Flamebright.


    After carefully opening the letter, Samael read the contents with great appreciation.


    Dear Samael.


    How have you been? Once again, I wish to thank you for saving my life back then. If you would be so kind as to accept my invitation to a private tea party, it would be greatly appreciated. The party will be held tomorrow at the Flamebright''s manor.


    Yours truly,


    Lilith Flamebright.


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he caressed the letter. He could almost envision Lilith writing it with troubled expressions.


    Neatly folding the letter back to its envelope, Samael rose up as he called for the head butler.


    "Prepare a suit for a private tea party?" The butler asked.


    "Yes," Samael confirmed.


    "If I may," the butler said.


    "Go ahead," Samael replied.


    "What is your relationship with the sender of the letter?" The butler asked.


    "Well..." Samael''s tongue was tied as he could not find the proper words.


    What was their relationship?


    They were close friends. But now? Can they still be friends? After all the stupidity, he pulled it off? But what does he know about relationships anyway?


    Seeing Samael''s troubled expressions, the butler released a small, imperceptible smile as he spoke.


    "Please, young master, feel free to divulge with me, for I am your humble servant and confidant," the head butler assured.


    Sensing the truth and trust in his words, Samael sighed as he replied. "You see, due to certain circumstances, our relationship was never normal in the first place."


    "If you''re willing to listen, I will tell you our story," Samael said.


    "Always, young master," the butler said.


    "Well, it started when I met her in a rather complicated situation. Let''s just say I saved her and helped her get home," Samael narrated, his eyes lost in the memories.


    "She was hurt then. She did not have anyone, not even a friend... so I became one for her. I showed her that not anyone is there to hurt her," Samael said.


    "Back then, I wasn''t so different. I was scarred and betrayed, but she made me feel... human again. Something I thought I had lost."


    "We traveled together for months on end, telling each other stories and the things we liked and loved. It was perfect," he resumed.


    "We made a promise¡ªone I can never break. Even now, I remember it as plain as day, like it was yesterday."


    "But then again, I was never lucky. Misfortune soon struck us, and we got separated. For years, we were both left in the dust, unsure of what happened to one another, but I guess fate felt pity for me, and I found her," Samael said.


    The head butler fell silent in contemplation before he replied. "Based on what you have said, I believe this is more than a friendship. If I''m not wrong, it is the maiden of roses, is it not?"


    Samael''s brows raised as he nodded.


    "Please, young master, news spreads fast in aristocratic society. Something of that size isn''t going unnoticed, even by a butler like me," he said.


    "Back to the topic at hand. I believe that something else is there. I won''t reveal what it is. It is, after all, an experience you must feel and understand by yourself. Just trust your instincts and leave the rest to me," he reassured.


    Samael gave the man a nod of appreciation as the butler left the room.


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he felt an emotion he had not felt in a while. Nervousness.


    ***


    Lilith paced back and forth, her face flushed red. The thoughts in her mind scrambled around like a cat startled by a loud sound.


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    Ughhhh! Why did I send it like that?! Lilith thought as she held her head.


    I could have made it more personal. But wouldn''t that make me look desperate or too comfortable?! She wondered as she sat down and then rose up again.


    Should I rewrite another letter? No, that would look stupid! She thought as she looked at the clock hanging on the wall.


    "Ah! It''s almost time!" She screamed. On cue, a dozen maids rushed into her room, sweeping her towards the bathroom, where they hastily undressed her.


    After her bath, Lilith was soon given choices to wear. These were the clothes the maids deemed appropriate for their meeting with their past in consideration.


    Lilith chose a simple white dress embroidered with red jewelry. A color she found nostalgic as it was the same as the cloak Samael gave her before.


    Without further ado, the maids did their magic as half of them dressed her and the other half prepared her hair, makeup, and accessories.


    By the end of it, she looked like a fairy straight from a fairytale. It was so beautiful that the maids couldn''t help but feel like Lilith was a doll.


    However, even with all these preparations, she felt incredibly nervous and anxious. It was as though no amount of make-up would make her confident.


    Lost in her thoughts, a maid came in as she spoke. "Miss, your visitor has arrived. He is currently waiting in the living room."


    Lilith''s long ears flinched up as she jerked her head towards the maid, her face flushing red as she took deep breaths. Steeling her resolve, she rose to her feet as she straightened her back and raised her head, making sure everything was perfect as she left.


    Walking down the stairs, Lilith saw Samael sitting in the middle of the room. He was leaning back, which gave him a cool atmosphere.


    Noticing the sweet, fragrant scent of flowers filling the room, Samael shot a look at the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes on. Subconsciously, he straightened his posture as he swiftly stood up, patiently waiting for Lilith to go down.


    On the other hand, Aphemis, who was in her office, saw this spectacle through the remnant devices planted in the manor. It made an exact replica of the rooms in the house through a holographic display on her desk.


    She knew the moment Samael appeared in Lilith''s life again, she could not stop these meetings from happening. Not that she planned to.


    Seeing her granddaughter smile so... genuinely, after so long, bought a form of warmth in her heart. She was not cruel enough to rid her of that. After all the years, she has endured and remained strong. It was finally time to lower her guard and, for once, let herself be vulnerable.


    Digging deeper into Samael''s endeavor, Aphemis found herself quite surprised by his achievements.


    Not only was he the famous Grim Hound, known for his legendary tales of heroic sacrifices, but he was also backed by the Shadow Saint, who, like Samael, was quite famous.


    Based on the reports, Samael has already participated in multiple Saint fights and came out alive. Namely, the Calamity Antrax, a leviathan cub, and even the Georgo Road Imgrave Saint.


    His achievements far exceeded hers when she was that age. Whatever happened to him made him stronger than ever. Not to mention that bloodlust.


    Samael''s killing intent was so pure, even Aphemis felt threatened by it. Bloodlust is an aura that you just can''t obtain. It is the culmination of your physical prowess, your mental prowess, and two other components that make it hard to improve.


    Soul and death. Your soul plays a part in enhancing the strength of your killing intent. To raise it to another level, you would have to kill. To have such dense and pure bloodlust means he has killed thousands upon thousands.


    But all of that did not matter, as he was their ally.


    Back to Lilith, as she went down the stairs, she could feel her heartbeat pound harder and harder.


    Slowly, she paced towards Samael, stopping before him as she bowed. Returning the greeting, Samael lowered his head back.


    The two stood silent for a while, unsure of what to do. Seeing this, the maids sighed as they took the lead.


    "Would you like us to send the refreshments here or in the garden, miss?" A maid asked.


    Lilith''s eyes widened as she stuttered. "A-ah! S-Samael, please follow me to the garden."


    "After you," Samael said.


    Lilith took charge as she went forward, thoughts raging in her mind. Was Samael looking at her right now? Did the way she walked appear inelegant?!


    Unbeknownst to her, Samael refrained from looking at her behind as the way her hips swayed made Samael feel some type of way.


    Reaching the garden, Lilith gestured for Samael to sit down as the maids went to get the drinks.


    Trying to avoid another case of awkward silence, Lilith spoke. "The weather is good today, huh?"


    Samael stared blankly at her for a minute, prompting Lilith to lower her head as her entire face glew crimson.


    After a solid minute of silence, a resounding laugh filled the garden as Samael held his stomach.


    Lilith''s face glew even brighter.


    "I''m sorry for laughing," Samael said as he wiped the tears off his eyes.


    "You''ve never changed, not even once, Lilith," Samael said, a hint of relief washing over his heart.


    "And you''re still a tease," she fired back, prompting Samael to chuckle again.


    "How have you been?" he asked, curiousity brimming in his pupils. Just what has she gone through all these years?


    Lilith played with her fingers as she replied. "After meeting you, I started to learn more about humans, thinking maybe not everyone was greedy and evil."


    "I bettered myself. I studied in different places and learned to be strong and independent. Sure, not everything was smooth sailing, but I did meet a few kind souls along the way," she thought as she reminisced.


    "It sounds tiring," Samael said as he sensed the burden in her tone.


    "It is, but it is also worthwhile¡ªa journey full of lessons," she replied.


    "But enough about me. How about you?" she asked.


    Samael fell silent for a while before he replied. "Life... life has been tough. But it made me stronger, I suppose."


    "I met people, got to know them, and made friends along the way. Some of them taught me things and teached me how to survive out there, but some were taken far too soon," Samael said.


    Lilith felt the urge to embrace Samael as she felt the pain in his voice. Although he tries to hide it, for a succubus, it is in plain sight.


    "I guess I blame myself sometimes. for being too weak. Thinking that if I had been there, would things have changed?"


    "Samael, no," Lilith intervened as she rose up and hurriedly took Samael to her arms.


    "Don''t say that," she pleaded.


    Samael sighed as he allowed himself to fall into her care.


    Right on cue, the maids returned as they placed the treats and drinks on the table. Acting as though they couldn''t see anything.


    Separating herself from Samael, Lilith sat down as she took a sip of the tea; her face flushed red after realizing what she had done.


    Changing the topics quickly, Samael spoke. "I heard a festival is coming soon. If you like, would you want to come with me?"


    Lilith''s face beamed as she nodded her head vigorously. An event? With Samael? That was two in a row!


    Samael chuckled as he took a sip.


    The two enjoyed the drinks as they told stories of their endeavors, the ice separating them slowly melting away.


    Just like before, there''s only the two of them exchanging stories. Just the two of them.


    Oh, how they wished it could stay like this forever.

 CH96-Five minutes.

    "Have you packed everything?" Silvana asked as she took the bag off of Nova''s hands.


    "Yes, yes," Nova answered as he tried to retake it, only to fail as the woman dodged and double-checked it.


    Icarius could only watch the two act lovey-dovey, thinking maybe he should get a wife to accompany him as well.


    "Be safe," Silvana said as she held the man''s cheeks.


    "I will," Nova replied with a solemn expression.


    "Keep this place safe. I''ll be back fast." He resumed as he broke free, ruffling the woman''s hair as he approached Icarius.


    "I''m ready," he said.


    "Let''s go," Icarius said as he took out a remnant filled with runes.


    Pressing on it, the item glew brightly before a beacon from the heavens engulfed the two of them, tearing through the roof of the house and leaving a gaping hole in the ground.


    As the beam of light vanished, Nova stumbled as he held on to a pillar, his vision swirling and his stomach churning.


    "I still can''t get used to that. Also, my wife is going to kill me. Do you know how much housing costs?," Nova said.


    "For someone who does a lot of space bending, you sure are weak at this," Icarius mocked.


    "It''s time! Time! Not space," Nova corrected as he straightened his back.


    "We''re here," he whispered.


    Before them stood a massive encampment, and in the far distance were towering walls that would dwarf the Stellaris camp. Massive ballistas and weapons of all kinds you will not see in other sanctuaries were mounted on the walls, constantly firing. Hundreds upon thousands of warriors wandered about, unbothered by the loud, blaring noises and sounds of arrows whistling in the air.


    "Still as rowdy as ever," Nova remarked.


    "It is a war camp," Icarius chimed in as he spotted a few watchers approaching him.


    "Master Icarius, what are you doing?!" The watchers asked in surprise.


    "Do you happen to know where Ishkar is?" he asked.


    "General Ishkar? He''s in no man''s land!" The watcher raised his voice as a loud explosion thundered in the air.


    "I see. Don''t mind us; we''ll be on our way," Icarius said.


    "Let me guess; he''s in the front lines," Nova asked.


    "As usual," Icarius said as the two vanished before the watchers eyes.


    Breezing through the air, they passed by the encampments, allowing them to see the full scale of the war.


    Although the fighters seemed unbothered, they could see the constant stream of injured soldiers coming in on stretchers. Some were missing limbs, while others literally had holes in their bodies.


    Even now, the fight shows no signs of stopping. Based on the reports, the fight just got harder as a whole new level of monsters came pouring out. They had to constantly fire their weapons lest the beasts get in.


    As the two reached the towering walls, they finally saw the full scale of the damage done by the war.


    The fields had become barren, as though it were just dry earth expanding as far as the eyes could perceive.


    In the far distance were the silhouettes of the mountain ranges, where all the monsters come from.


    The sounds of steel clashing against steel echoed in the air as hundreds of warriors swarmed the land, appearing like ants on a siege. The distant reverberations of the explosions sent a cold shiver down the spines of many.


    "We should help," Icarius said.


    Nova nodded, a grim look present in his face.


    As the soldiers fight raged on, a loud thunderclap echoed in the air, taking everyone''s attention.


    Sparing a glance up, their eyes widened as they saw a figure engulfed in lightning.


    "Thunderstorm."


    A rain of lightning strikes the land in the mass, shattering the earth and killing the abominations present. However, the attack wasn''t random, as it maneuvered and dodged the soldiers.


    The warriors cheered as they raised their weapons; seeing the beasts get massacred was a sight of pleasure.


    The remaining monsters roared in rage as they retreated, running away with their tails between their legs.


    However, before they could even get far, a silhouette struck them from above, grabbing them and tearing them piece by piece in a bloody display of strength.


    "Icarius," he spoke, his tone deep and large. Befitting of his bulky stature.


    The man was approximately seven feet in height; his arms were bulging along with the scars riddling his tanned skin. He wore nothing but a furry loincloth, along with a black gauntlet embedded with glowing red lines.


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    "Ishkar," Icarius said as he slowly levitated down. But before he could utter another word, the man burst forward, surprising Icarius as he tried to cast a spell. However, another voice intervened in time.


    "Slow down."


    Ishkar''s fist hovered inches from Icarius''s face for a few seconds, seemingly moving at a really slow pace, giving the man time to dodge.


    Weaving out of the way, Ishkar''s fist struck nothing but air. But the strength of his strike was enough as it delivered a large shockwave, stirring the dust back as it towered in the heavens.


    "Nova," Ishkar said as he spared a glance at the silhouette leaving the dust.


    "Ishkar, long time, no see," Nova replied.


    "You''ve gone slow, Icarius," Ishkar said.


    "You''re still a brute," Icarius fired back.


    Ishkar released a loud laugh as he hugged Icarius tightly, squeezing him tight as the man lost all the air in his lungs.


    "Yep. Nice to see you too," Icarius struggled to say as the man dropped him.


    "What bought you two here?" Ishkar asked.


    "Don''t you think this isn''t the appropriate place to discuss this?" Icarius said.


    "The battlefield is the most honest place. This is fine," Ishkar said.


    Icarius sighed as he spoke. "We''re summoning the high table."


    Ishkar''s movements were halted as he spared a glance at Icarius.


    "And here we go," Nova said as he backed away.


    "The high table...?" Ishkar repeated.


    "Yes," Icarius said.


    "You know the drill," Ishkar said.


    "I know," Icarius replied.


    "But this time, you''re fighting him," Icarius said as he pointed at Nova.


    "What?" Nova said before Ishkar lunged at him.


    "FUCK!" Nova roared as he barely dodged the man''s advance.


    "Five minutes left, Nova," Icarius said.


    "Fuck you, Icarius!" The man shouted as he chanted.


    "Rapid pace."


    For a moment, Ishkar''s moves were slowed down as Nova''s movement seemed to speed up by twice.


    Nova''s figure zoomed forward, as though he were sliding and not dashing. As he did, he sent his palm forward, slamming it towards Ishkar''s chest.


    As the effect ended, a loud bang thundered in the field as the bulky bastard was sent flying away.


    Nova''s fighting style was mostly close-quarters combat. However, the effects of his element forbid him from reaching his full potential. The element of time... a rather problematic power.


    As Ishkar flew in the air, he rotated forcefully as he landed on his feet, completely shattering the ground as he faced the impact and halting his flight by force.


    "Crazy bastard," Nova muttered. If a normal person did that, their organs would be reduced to nothing.


    A loud laugh left Ishkar''s mouth as he slammed his fist together, its surface glowing brighter with each slam.


    "Is he serious?!" Nova said as he took a stance.


    For a moment, time seemed to stop as the two muttered at the same time.


    "Crimson Barrage!"


    "Flicker."


    Ishkar sent a plethora of punches forward, so fast that his arms appeared to be multiplying in number. Each punch he sent tore the ground open as hundreds of blood fists launched towards Nova.


    Seeing the attacks close in, Nova''s body accelerated beyond belief as he appeared to flicker like light. Using this acceleration, Nova flickered back and forth, avoiding the attacks as he appeared in different places in the blink of an eye.


    Icarius could only whistle as he saw the scale of the destruction. The other fighters, both outside and inside the walls, watched in awe as the two showed their power.


    An unstoppable force and an immovable object.


    As the attack ended, Nova''s figure finally stopped flickering.


    "HAHAHAH, you''re still as annoying as ever, Nova!" Ishkar roared in glee.


    "You''re still a brute," Nova fired back.


    Without another word, Ishkar dashed forward as he sent large chunks of earth back.


    Accelerating further, he kept pulling the earth as he proceeded forward, appearing like a missile.


    "Ah sh*t," Nova said as he chanted.


    "Clairvoyance."


    Nova''s eyes gleamed bright green as he took a stance. Counting the seconds with great care, he waited for Ishkar to arrive.


    Seeing the two slowly close the distance, the warriors watching couldn''t help but feel anxious as they roared for Nova to dodge. But the man stayed put, facing Ishkar without fear.


    As the distance slowly chipped away and Ishkar''s fists were inches from Nova''s face, he made his move.


    Nova swiftly angled his body a little, completely dodging the attack as Ishkar passed by.


    The warriors watching couldn''t help but fall silent, astounded by what they just saw.


    Clairvoyance was an ability that allowed Nova to see the future. Although only for a few seconds, it was enough to see Ishkar''s move and when to avoid it.


    But Ishkar''s advance wasn''t done yet as he slammed his foot down, propelling himself up as he circled back towards Nova.


    Gritting his teeth, Nova dashed back as he chanted.


    "Capsule!"


    Ishkar''s fist was enveloped in a green sphere as it struck Nova; however, there were neither explosions nor force as the man just dashed back. As he gained distance, the sphere finally vanished as a loud explosion followed, tearing a massive hole in the ground.


    Rising up, Ishkar''s face was full of excitement as he cracked his neck.


    The two exchanged blows as the earth shook, but Ishkar showed no signs of fatigue.


    Meanwhile, Nova couldn''t help but cuss internally. But this time, he simply stood there as Ishkar threw a large swing at him.


    But before it could even touch him, Icarius swept in as he caught the attack, absorbing the shock of the blow.


    "Time''s up," Icarius said, smoke billowing from his hand.


    Ishkar withdrew as he laughed once more. "I will now be of service," he said.


    Patting Nova, Icarius said. "Good job."


    "Fuck you," Nova snarled.


    "So why summon the High Table?" Ishkar said.


    "We need to be private to talk about this," Icarius sternly said.


    "Hmm... Follow me," Ishkar said as he launched himself back inside the war camp. Icarius and Nova followed suit.


    Upon arrival, Ishkar led them to a large tent with people similar to him guarding it.


    Sitting down, the man spoke. "So? Ready to answer now?"


    "Recently, the attacks of the beast have increased. You of all people should know this," Icarius said.


    "However, what you did not know is that something foul is at play," Icarius followed.


    "What do you mean?" Ishkar asked.


    "I''m saying all of this isn''t normal. Someone is manipulating these monsters to attack us," Icarius answered.


    "Who and how?" Ishkar asked.


    "It''s the ministry of light. They''re the ones pulling the strings," Icarius said.


    "As for how, we are not sure yet," he resumed.


    "The church? I thought they were all good and kind?" Ishkar asked.


    "Well, it seems they are wolves in sheep''s clothing," Icarius said.


    "So what''s the plan?" Ishkar asked.


    "Currently, I wish to take the both of you back and discuss this issue with the others. Then we''ll decide what''s next," Icarius said.


    "That is a hard proposition," Ishkar said. Much like Nova, he had duties here.


    This place was a war camp. The wall earlier was one of the defenses separating the monsters from the humans.


    Every day, there are what they call waves. These waves of monsters will appear and try to scale the wall; that''s when they''ll send the warriors to fight.


    However, going out there when it was calm and without any monster sightings was also suicide. The only reason they were capable of sending armies out there was because they were numerous and the enemy was visible. But when it''s calm, there is nothing. No movements, no sounds, not even silhouettes. They''ll just ambush you out of nowhere and drag you to the depths.


    Ishkar was often on the front lines, dealing with the most troublesome bastards. Leaving now would increase the burden on his people and the warriors risking their lives.


    "I understand. But the severity of this problem is extreme. I believe that if left unattended, it might plunge into a war of legendary proportions¡ªsomething Ergo has not seen," Icarius said.


    Ishkar fell silent as he contemplated.


    "Give me some time," he said.


    Icarius and Nova nodded as they left.


    Now, they can only wait.

 Ch97-Taranius.

    "Master, I have come to report." A cloaked individual spoke as he kneeled on the shiny marble floor.


    "Speak," a man adorned in white robes said.


    "Our spies have sighted the guild master of the Watchers traversing the sanctuaries," the messenger said.


    "Why is that?" The master asked.


    "We believe he is summoning the high table," the messenger said.


    The master spared the man a glance, revealing his golden eyes. However, one of his eyes is completely white.


    "The high table?" he asked, a hint of disbelief present in his tone.


    "Yes, master," the messenger confirmed.


    "It seems it is time to make our move as well," the man said.


    ***


    Loud cheers echoed wildly in the air as hundreds of people gathered in front of a stage.


    Beside the stage were chairs where the Thaesir families sat, waiting patiently as the announcer spoke.


    "Beautiful day to all the people of Tera, both nobles and commoners alike!" The woman spoke.


    "It is truly tragic that we have lost our saint, the very foundation of our sanctuary," she said.


    "However, we must not be sad, for we must honor her sacrifice in protecting this city with all she has. She is a symbol, the very example of courage and strength!"


    "Although she died in battle, her spirit shall forever live on in us," the woman said.


    "But this raises a question: Who will protect us now? Who will shield us against the hordes of enemies lurking in the shadows? Against the abominations threatening our livelihoods?"


    "Fear not, people of Tera, for we have a guest. A temporary guardian here to guide us in such dark times!"


    "A man who is known for slaying abominations without flinching. A figure seen as the bane of monsters!"


    Raising her hand to the left, she shouted. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the shadow saint, Ajax Azureborn!!!"


    Loud cheers thundered in the air as Ajax stepped up the stage, adorned in his newly forged armor. He appeared as some veteran who has been in war all his life.


    Needless to say, it wasn''t too far off.


    Walking in the middle of the stage, Ajax stood before an altar where a sword embroidered in gold was embedded.


    Grasping its hilt, he slowly pulled it upward. With that, the ceremony was complete.


    "I am pleased to announce. the temporary protector of Tera, Ajax Azureborn!" The announcer roared, prompting another wave of applause and cheers.


    Samael quietly sat by the corner, watching the spectacle unfold. Occasionally, his eyes would drift towards Lilith, who sat on the other side of the stage.


    Although he was not required to attend the monster subjugation, Samael still had a mission. To guard and protect Lilith while he stays here.


    He will no doubt be a target of the Thaesir heirs, who also aim for her. It was bound to be troublesome and annoying.


    As the ceremony ended, Samael and Ajax made their way back to the banquet prepared by the guild.


    Ajax had to put up with all the nobles greeting him and giving their regards. To avoid trouble, Samael went ahead and searched for Lilith.


    But before he could find her, she found him first, as they bumped into each other.


    "Samael!" She said as she hurriedly fixed her hair.


    Helping her, Samael reached out as he brushed the strands near her lips, his fingers brushing against her soft skin.


    Lilith''s cheeks flushed red as she felt heat envelope her.


    "What''s the hurry?" Samael asked.


    "O-Oh, no-nothing in particular," she said.


    "I just wanted to..." Lilith''s gaze hastily sweeped the room, landing on the pastries laying on the table.


    "Pastries! Yes! I wanted to try the pastries," she said. However, her thoughts rampaged. Why did I say that?! That''s so stupid! He''ll think I''m some form of glutton now!


    "Shall we then?" Samael asked.


    "W-what?" Lilith stuttered as she broke out of her stupor.


    "Didn''t you want to try the pastries?" Samael asked, a mischievous smile present in his face.


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    Realizing the boy was teasing her, Lilith''s lips pursed forward as her cheeks inflated.


    A chuckle escaped Samael''s lips as he ruffled the girl''s head.


    "Okay, okay, I''ll stop," he said as he raised his hands.


    "Hmph! I''ll go and try them myself then," Lilith said as she raised her head in an attempt to show her dignity as she stormed away.


    Chuckling once more, Samael caught up with the girl with ease.


    ***


    Multiple figures gathered in a room, sitting around a circular table and before a golden throne.


    All the men gathered there wore white robes and had golden eyes. A sign of their devotion to the light.


    "Why did you gather us here, Gladius?" A man spoke.


    Gladius was the Cardinal of Judgment. He is the acting leader of the seven cardinals, as he holds the most power among them all. After all, his job is to punish all that goes against the word of their god.


    "Patience, Ezekiel," Gladius said.


    Ezekiel, the cardinal of knowledge and wisdom. Like his name suggests, he manages the flow of information throughout the ministry and uses his power in favor of the church.


    "You know I have responsibilities to tend to," Ezekiel said.


    "I understand, but this is a matter of importance. We must wait for our Lord God first to see his verdict," Gladius said.


    "Is this matter so important that it must concern the almighty Taranius?" The cardinal of compassion and charity asked. He is responsible for promoting compassion and managing the donations of the people, manipulating them to give their gold to the church.


    "It is, Orias," Gladius said.


    "Then tell it already," William, the cardinal of peace and diplomacy, said. A person in charge of "peace" but manipulates the public to create conflict.


    A sigh escaped Gladius lips as he spoke.


    "My informants have spotted Icarius, the guild master of the watchers, visiting other sanctuaries," he said.


    "How does that concern us?" A voice chimed in.


    He was known as Caesar, the cardinal of justice.


    "Well, he wasn''t just ''visiting''; he was summoning the high table," Gladius resumed.


    The entire room fell into chaos as the cardinals rose up from their seats.


    "Have they realized our plan?" The cardinal of faith and devotion, Illial, asked.


    "Curses! I knew those pawns of yours were to be blamed!" Revan, the cardinal of Purity, roared to Caesar.


    "My men?! Blame it on Ezekiel! His information was flawed!" Caesar fired back.


    "My information?! Can you he¡ª"


    "Enough."


    The Cardinal''s eyes widened as they all simultaneously fell on their knees. As they did, the light in the room flickered as it slowly warped towards the throne, forming a figure.


    That figure was bathing in the light, casting shadows in the room. His presence was immaculate; it was so strong that the cardinals dare not look at his glory.


    As the light weakened, it revealed a tall being, reaching a height of eight feet. He was adorned in a white cloak and snow white armor with golden lines etched in its surface. His face was hidden in a black mask, along with a halo floating above him.


    Slowly hovering down, the ground before him cracked as his foot made contact with the floor. The light around him seemed to bend toward him.


    "Gladius, speak," Taranius said.


    "As you will, oh Lord," Gladius said as he rose up, his head remaining tilted down.


    "My informants have mentioned that Icarius is planning to summon the high table. As for why, I believe it is linked to the disappearance of the assassins Caesar sent," he mentioned.


    "Caesar," Taranius said, his tone grand and heavy.


    "My lord, my men failed due to the flawed information Ezekiel gave me," Caesar said.


    Ezekiel was about to speak when Taranius intervened.


    "Enough. Mistakes were made; there is nothing we can do about that."


    Looking at Gladius, he spoke. "Proceed as planned. The high table cannot do anything to us as of the moment. They will need concrete evidence to ensure the people will believe them."


    "The plan will continue. Do this in my name," Taranius said.


    "Your will is our will," the Cardinals said in unison.


    On cue, the blinding light engulfing the room vanished as though it were not there moments ago.


    "You heard his verdict. We proceed as planned," Gladius said.


    With that, the meeting has ended. However, unbeknownst to them, the high table had begun to gather as well. This was the reason for Aphemis''s absence from the event today.


    In a chamber hidden from the mundane people''s prying eyes, five people sat at a table.


    Although it took some time to convince Ishkar, Icarius managed to persuade him eventually.


    Seeing everyone was already gathered, Icarius spoke.


    "So, I gathered you all here today for one purpose. I will be straight and say it now. The church is plotting something."


    "What might that be?" Nova asked.


    "We are not sure. But it is clear that they are against humanity," Icarius said.


    "Do we have any evidence?" Olaf asked.


    "Unfortunately, none so far," Icarius said.


    "Then how will we make our move without any proof? Are you getting senile, old man?" Mendez asked.


    "That is why I request that you people help," Icarius said.


    "With your connections to Mendez and Aphemis''s people, we should be able to find something leading to them," Icarius resumed.


    "It comes at a hefty price," Mendez said, a smirk planted on his face.


    "You''re an asshole as always," Nova said, a glare present in his eyes.


    "Ohh, I''m scared~" Mendez mocked.


    "You will be once I put my boot up¡ª" Nova''s words were cut short when Icarius held him back.


    "Let them handle their problems like men," Ishkar said.


    "You''re not helping you, brute," Olaf said.


    "Unlike you mellagun''s, metal isn''t the only thing I fuck," Ishkar said.


    A sigh escaped Aphemis''s lips as she facepalmed. She knew this was going to happen. The high tables were never friendly with each other. Their own ideals often clashed, resulting in this.


    "Enough," Icarius said, his voice reverberating in the chamber as specks of lightning left his skin.


    The bickering men swiftly stopped, but the hostility in their gazes remained true.


    "I did not gather you all here to bicker," Icarius said as he looked at Mendez.


    "Black, I know your little operations and businesses. I know you handle information flowing through the underground. Trust me, I have more than enough power to halt your money-making schemes. If you want everything to proceed as you wish, then do what I tell you to do," Icarius threatened, prompting Mendez to raise both his hands as he smirked.


    "And you, Nova," Icarius said.


    "Do you want me to tell Silvana what just happened?" he asked.


    "Alright, alright," Nova backed off.


    "Ishkar and Olaf, I know you two never like each other, but keep your opinions to yourself if it''s not going to help anyone," Icarius said.


    It was like handling kids.


    Letting out a heavy sigh, Icarius spoke again.


    "As I''ve mentioned, the church is behind the odd movements of the abominations. We proved this when we fought the imgrave wolves in Tera," Icarius said.


    "However, what really alarmed me was when we caught an assassin and knew the involvement of the cardinals," he said.


    The other members of the high table shot a look of disbelief at Icarius.


    "Are you serious?" Olaf asked.


    "As serious as it gets," Icarius confirmed.


    "Shit, how come I never heard of this?" Mendez asked himself.


    "So what will it be?" Icarius asked.


    "I think you''re forgetting that there are seven cardinals. There''s only five of us. We are outnumbered," Olaf said.


    Icarius fell silent for a moment before he responded.


    "I might have a solution for that..."

 CH98-Confession

    "Icarius sent a letter?" Samael asked the butler, his brows raised.


    "Yes, young master," the butler replied.


    Taking the letter, the butler left to give Samael some space.


    "My return will be a week or a month later. I have some business to handle. However, when I return, I shall inform you of the details of all this. If you''re reading this, please burn this letter once you''re done, and most importantly, be extra careful. With what you did back in the ball, there is no doubt the ministry will send someone after you. Be vigilant."


    Samael''s brows furrowed even deeper as he rose up.


    Just what is happening? Samael thought as he threw the paper into the burning chimney. However, his attention was soon taken as he felt Ajax''s presence outside the door.


    "Did you also receive the letter?" Ajax asked.


    "Yes, so you did too?" Samael asked in return.


    Ajax gave Samael a nod.


    "Do you have any clues about what''s going on?" Samael asked.


    "Probably something related to the assassins sent to kill Lilith," Ajax responded.


    "I will be gone for a while; I have to handle some monster subjugation business, so you''ll be alone. I''m pretty sure you''re already aware of the dangers coming after you, so be sharp," Ajax said before leaving.


    Samael sighed as he sat back down. Today was the day of the festival. He and Lilith were supposed to go out, but will he really enjoy this trip knowing something is out there?


    ***


    "A kid? Are you serious?" Nova asked in disbelief.


    "I am," Icarius confirmed.


    "Maybe you are going senile," Nova whispered.


    Mendez was currently in a laughing frenzy upon hearing Icarius''s words.


    Icarius proposed Samael and Ajax as the two members that would help them even in the fight. Now, half of the people there were starting to look at him like he''s a madman.


    "I would understand Ajax, for he is now a saint. His talent and potential are massive, but a kid?" Ishkar asked.


    "Even he''s making sense now," Mendez said before laughing uncontrollably again.


    "Icarius is right," Aphemis chimed in, prompting the people in the room to fall silent as they stared at her with blatant confusion.


    "Did I drink before going here?" Mendez whispered to himself as he smelled his breath.


    "You''ve got to be kidding me," Nova said.


    "Can you please elaborate?" Olaf asked.


    "Samael... he is an unknown variable. He just popped out of nowhere and caused changes even the ministry did not expect," Aphemis said.


    "So you''re trusting a kid you don''t know?" Nova asked.


    "I trust actions and intents," Aphemis said.


    "And his intent? Rage. Pure, unfiltered rage against those bastards," she said.


    "This... Samael, how does he fight?" Ishkar asked.


    "Wildly," Aphemis said.


    "Almost like an animal," she resumed.


    "But with the aura of a hunter," she pointed out.


    "Oh?" Ishkar exclaimed as he leaned closer.


    "Samael''s potential is vast. Might I say, possibly higher than all of us here combined?" she said.


    "How foolish," Olaf said.


    "It is the truth," Icarius vouched.


    "Samael has fought enemies two ranks higher than him. He''s survived saint battles the likes we couldn''t even fathom," Icarius said.


    "Have you heard of the calamity saint Antrax? He was there, and he survived. They even fought a leviathan cub," Icarius narrated.


    "That''s fucking crazy," Mendez said. Dealing with the black market, he''s seen his fair share of smuggled monsters, but what truly sent a shiver down his spine is the infamous leviathan cub. That grotesque abomination should stay where it belongs.


    "Ever since he came to us, his growth has exploded rapidly. Even now, his strength is nearly that of a full-blown saint," Icarius said.


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    "How are you sure he isn''t some spy planted by the ministry?" Nova asked.


    "It''s because he isn''t," Aphemis said.


    "My granddaughter... She was saved by Samael when they were kids. He helped her get free of the slavers that took her captive and bought her home. But they were ambushed by the bastards of the ministry. When I got there, he was severely injured and dying. You don''t do that to valued spies," she said.


    "Plus that bloodlust," she mentioned.


    Nova sighed as he sat back down. "Alright, let''s say we''ll use the two to even the fight. How? The kid''s not even a saint, and the enemies are probably the same rank as us," he mentioned.


    "That''s where my plan comes in," Icarius said.


    "Currently, they have a task at hand. Upon my return, I will put an official saint in Tera, and they will leave to complete their mission¡ªto liberate and help the other sanctuaries deal with their beasts," Icarius said.


    "I want you guys to mentor them in the ways of fighting," he said.


    "Will there even be enough time?" Nova asked.


    "It will have to," Icarius said.


    With a defeated sigh, Nova responded. "Fine. You win. But! I''m not taking the burden of setting up shit. You''ll do that for us."


    "Who''s we?" Mendez asked.


    "I never agreed," Olaf added.


    "If he wishes to fight, we fight," Ishkar said.


    "Remember what I said earlier," Icarius said to Mendez, shutting the man down.


    "I heard you''re looking for a polysterine ore, Olaf," Aphemis mentioned, luring the grandmaster blacksmith''s attention.


    "...I understand," Olaf said.


    "So that''s settled then. Give me a list of what you guys will need. I''ll get to it as fast as I can," Icarius said as he rose up.


    "So what are you up to now?" Ishkar asked.


    "It''s time to prepare my army," Icarius said.


    ***


    As nightfall dawned on Tera, Samael found himself right outside of Lilith''s manor. He took a few deep breaths as he went in.


    He was guided by the staff towards a room downstairs, where a maid approached him. "Lady Lilith will be down soon."


    Samael gave the woman a nod as he waited patiently. Soon, footsteps echoed through the walls of the manor as Lilith finally appeared.


    She was wearing a casual white fit with a black belt highlighting her petite waist. It was almost similar to what women wore when horseback riding.


    "Did you wait long?" Lilith asked, her ears waiting for Samael''s words.


    "No, just right on time. Shall we go?" he asked.


    Lilith''s ears drooped down. She prepared this fit with great care. She was lying if she said she didn''t expect at least a single compliment.


    "Yes," she said.


    However, before Samael went ahead, he turned back as he fixed a strand of loose hair on Lilith''s cheek.


    "You look nice in that outfit," he said before taking the girl''s hand and dragging her outside.


    Lilith has never been more glad she was behind, as her face had become beet red in colour.


    Upon arrival in the town, the festival was truly in the air.


    Blaring lights lit the stone pathways along with the hundreds of colourful decorations hanging in the air.


    Almost every corner of the town was riddled with all sorts of booths and stands, each containing their own games or delicacies.


    Lilith''s eyes sparkled at the sight of the festival. Even though she has been mingling with the people of Tera, she hasn''t attended anything out of business.


    Looking at certain stands, Samael dragged the girl towards them.


    "Can we get two?" Samael asked.


    "Coming right up!" The vendor said as he went to work.


    "You didn''t have to," Lilith said.


    "What''s the point of attending if I can''t do something like this?" he said.


    Lilith''s cheeks flushed red as she averted her gaze to the side, prompting Samael to chuckle.


    As their orders arrived, Lilith soon found her reluctance nowhere to be seen as she happily ate the food.


    Little by little, she got more comfortable as they went stall after stall. They even played a variety of games, many of which they won due to their superhuman abilities.


    As they walked side by side, they soon found a bench to sit on. It was a rather quiet spot, away from the crowds.


    Putting aside the mountains of plushies and prizes they accumulated, Samael finally got the time he wished for.


    Samael always wanted to be alone with Lilith. He wanted to talk and clarify many things. He knew, for a fact, that their stay would probably be limited. His time here was limited.


    But how will he open the conversation?


    "So... I heard there will be fireworks later," Samael said.


    "Is that so? I can''t wait to see it," Lilith said.


    Then silence befell the two once more.


    Samael felt defeated as he thought of ways to say what he wanted to say. But nothing. There was nothing.


    Then again, he didn''t have much time. When he left, many things changed. There was no assurance as to what else would happen.


    Right now, he does not understand the emotions running through his heart. He could not label what it was or even truly define it. It''s... just there.


    Each day he spends with Lilith makes it howl even harder. Each time he goes close to her, he feels these emotions... that urge to have her for himself. But he fears what she will think. What she will say.


    He fears that what comes next will end what they have now.


    Gathering his resolve, Samael sighed as he spoke.


    "Hey, can I ask you something?" he said, prompting Lilith to look at Samael straight in the eyes.


    However, this time, she cannot pull her gaze away. It was as though she was being sucked behind his crimson pupils.


    Slowly, she could feel her body heat up and her heartbeat thump wildly in her chest, along with that persistent feeling in her tummy.


    She couldn''t help but look forward to what he would say. The anticipation was killing her.


    "I know that many things have changed since I went. I know... I know that your heart may have changed as well," Samael said, his gaze piercing the ground.


    "I... It''s nothing..." Samael brushed aside.


    Lilith''s heart ached upon hearing his words and the pain in them. Why would he say such a thing?


    "What are you saying?" She asked, fear enveloping her heart. It felt as though Samael was moving so far away. So far, she can''t reach him anymore.


    Grasping his hand, Lilith asked again. "Tell me."


    "I saw the proposal of those people to you, and I saw that you were going to accept it."


    "No!" Lilith screamed.


    Samael recoiled back.


    "I would never! I never saw any of them as such! Never! I... I..." Feeling the emotions in her chest burst, she wanted to speak but was silenced by Samael''s next words.


    "I want you."


    Lilith''s ears felt deaf as she looked at Samael''s loving gaze. What was this emotion? This... excitement and possessiveness?


    "I don''t understand. I don''t know why, but I want you. I want you for myself. I wish to covert you. I... I don''t know," Samael said as he stared into the distance.


    Lilith''s silence was what he feared. It was here now. It was over.


    "Then take me," Lilith said, prompting Samael to jerk his head towards her, his eyes wide in surprise.


    Grasping his cheeks, Lilith spoke.


    "I am all yours."


    Touching his forehead to hers, Samael spoke. "And I am yours."


    Feeling the emotions overwhelm them, Samael softly kissed Lilith. The warmth of their lips interlocked as they felt an overwhelming desire for more.


    Was he deserving of this much happiness?


    As their lips separated, Lilith and Samael hungered for air as they intently looked at each other. They felt in fire even against the cold wind of the chilly night. They wanted more... but Samael held back.


    As he did, a whistling sound thundered in the air as a plethora of bright, colourful lights streaked in the sky, followed by explosions that reflected in their pupils.


    "Beautiful," Lilith said.


    "Yes, yes, it is," Samael said, his gaze locked in her solely.

 CH99-Azerel

    As the blinding fireworks set the night sky ablaze, casting shadows on the bystanders, another figure stood atop a pillar, watching over Samael like a hawk.


    Sensing the gaze of the person, Samael''s gaze narrowed as he secretly shot a look at Lilith, who was enchanted by the show of lights.


    Is he after Lilith? Samael wondered.


    Rising from his seat, Samael spoke. "Hey, I''ll be right back."


    Lilith''s forehead creased. "What are you...?"


    "Stay here," Samael said before leaving without another word.


    Lilith could only hold her chest as she felt worry blossom in her heart. What was happening?


    As Samael strayed off, he remained at a distance where he could act fast if the stalker chose to attack Lilith. However, the gaze of the one watching them remained on him.


    The stalker silently observed Samael when the boy vanished in the darkness. Sweeping the vicinity with his gaze, he soon shot a glance back.


    "Impressive," the assailant said.


    "Who are you?" Samael asked, his crimson gaze glowing under the blanket of darkness.


    "I am nothing but a judge," the man said.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed, his hand silently hovering over Crimson Raven''s hilt.


    "As such, I have come to judge you," the man resumed.


    "Enough with your bullshit," Samael said.


    "You are, as the rumors say, straight to the point and confident," he praised.


    The man was adorned in a white cloak that hid his face; due to this, Samael could not deduce who or what faction sent him. But judging by how he intervened with the ministry, the chances of this man belonging to that place are high.


    "Did the church send you?" Samael asked, his fingertips touching the hilt of his axe.


    "Why don''t you find out?" The man asked as he reached behind him, unsheathing a silver greatsword embroidered with gold.


    As such, Samael whipped out Crimson Raven, the aura of his weapon clashing against the man.


    Somehow, Samael could feel the blade tremble, almost as though it were being pulled towards the man.


    "Now, come," the man said.


    But before he could make a move, his gaze widened as Samael appeared inches from his face.


    Acting fast, he swung his blade, but he struck nothing but air as Samael exploded into a flock of ravens.


    The flock swiftly went behind the man, forming Samael''s figure as he struck downward.


    Using the momentum of his greatsword, the assailant rotated it back, deflecting Samael''s strike to the side.


    A small bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he regained his distance. Just what the hell was happening? This wasn''t just some kid!


    Without uttering a word, Samael spoke.


    "Void Cleave."


    The man''s eyes widened as his astral compass screamed in a frenzy, prompting him to cast in return.


    "Divine protection!"


    A golden burst enveloped the man as the Void cleave struck him, sending him flying back as he smashed against the stone floor, stirring the dust as his groans echoed.


    As the dust settled, his figure was revealed. The golden halo enveloping his body had ruptured, revealing his wounded shoulder.


    The man clenched his jaw as he rose up, uncaring for the damage done.


    Too shallow, Samael thought.


    However, his focus soon shifted to what happened earlier.


    "So you''re the assassin the ministry sent after me?" Samael asked.


    "You are sharp," the man said as he took off the hood, hiding his face.


    "I am Saint Azerel, and I have come to judge you," he said.


    "And I must say, you''re proving to be more than what the rumors say."


    Saint Azerel? A saint? Samael thought when his gaze landed on the man''s shoulders.


    It was healed.


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    He healed that fast, even with the aftereffects of my Void element. He is a Saint, Samael thought.


    "Unfortunately, our meeting here today must end. It seems I have attracted too many eyes," he said.


    On cue, Samael felt multiple presences inch towards their location with haste.


    "I''ll see you again, grim hound," Azerel said before a blinding light engulfed the area.


    As the light receded, a dozen knights came to view, armed and ready for conflict. However, the saint was gone. Not just hiding, gone.


    "Are you okay, sir?" The knights asked.


    Samael gave them a nod as they dispatched to scour the surrounding area.


    In the midst of the chaos, Lilith squeezed in as she hurriedly held Samael''s cheeks.


    "Are you okay?!" She asked, worry staining her visage.


    Holding her hand, Samael gave her a reassuring smile. "I''m okay."


    A sigh escaped Lilith''s lips. "What happened there?" She asked.


    Samael''s gaze landed on the knights as he whispered. "I''ll tell you later. Too many ears are listening."


    Lilith nodded as Samael dragged her away.


    Blending with the crowd of people, Samael spoke. "I was attacked by a saint, one the church sent."


    Lilith''s grasp tightened. Sensing her fear and anxiety, Samael squeezed her hand a few times.


    "It''s okay. I can handle him," he reassured.


    "Still! They''re getting aware of you! Soon, it won''t just be saints that will come for you!" She said.


    "I know, but I did what I had to. I promised to protect you, and I did," Samael said.


    Lilith''s visage fell as she felt powerless and useless. Ever since they met, she has been a burden. But she is afraid her powers might hurt all those around her.


    Ruffling her hair, Samael smiled. "Hey, I did what I did because I wanted to do it. If it happens again, I will do it again without a second doubt. Don''t blame yourself."


    Lilith sighed as she nodded.


    ***


    As the night went on, the two decided to return to Lilith''s mansion. There, Aphemis waited patiently.


    "I heard someone attacked you," she said.


    "Grandma, you''re back!" Lilith said as she hugged the woman.


    "Yes, an assassin from the church went after me," Samael confirmed.


    Aphemis''s visage darkened. "Who was it?"


    "A saint," Samael revealed.


    The atmosphere within the room fell grim as Aphemis clenched her teeth.


    "A saint? Which one?" she asked.


    "He goes by Azerel," Samael said.


    "That confirms it. The cardinal of justice is indeed after you now as well," she said.


    "Not only that, but he even sent one of his personal disciples. He wants you dead, and fast," Aphemis resumed.


    "For a while, I will plant some of my men on your trail."


    "No," Samael intervened.


    "I can handle him myself," he said.


    "You are facing a saint, not some random hillbilly," Aphemis said.


    "I know, and my answer remains unchanged," Samael insisted.


    "I can handle him on my own," he said.


    A sigh escaped the demon''s lips. "Then do as you please." However, she took out an item in her storage remnant before throwing it.


    Upon catching the item, it was some form of brooch with a ruby in the middle.


    "Keep that with you at all times. If someone attacks you, I''ll know right away," she said.


    Samael nodded as he rose up. "I''ll be taking my leave now."


    Lilith followed suit as she held Samael''s hands, a gesture that didn''t go unnoticed.


    "Be careful," Lilith said.


    "I will," Samael said as he left.


    "What was that?" Aphemis asked.


    "What was what?" Lilith asked as she avoided the woman''s questioning gaze.


    "You know what I''m talking about," Aphemis said.


    "I don''t know what you''re implying," Lilith said.


    "The hands, what''s with the holding hands," Aphemis clarified.


    A sigh escaped Lilith''s lips. "Fine. Me and Samael... we... we... I don''t know what we are, but we''re something more than friends now," she confessed, her cheeks glowing red.


    Aphemis could only shake her head as she watched her granddaughter shy away like a squirrel.


    There was no doubt they were dating now.


    "So you two are dating?" Aphemis asked.


    Lilith''s entire face became crimson red. "What are you talking about?! It''s not like that."


    "Then what is it? You say you''re more than friends now; you hold hands and speak such sweet words. If that''s not dating, then I don''t know what is," she said.


    "I don''t know either," Lilith said as she stared at the floor.


    "Just... just don''t do anything beyond holding hands," Aphemis reminded the girl sternly.


    She was once in her position. She knows how unstable a demon''s emotions can get. She isn''t even worried about Samael; she was worried for Samael.


    "Grandma!" Lilith screamed.


    "What?" Aphemis asked.


    "I''m not some... beast!" She denied.


    "Oh shush! I was once in love; I know how bad it can mess with your rationality," Aphemis said.


    "Ugh!" Lilith exclaimed as she went to her room.


    Sitting in her bed, she slipped down as she stared at the ceiling.


    Dating...


    Lilith''s cheeks flushed red as she hid her face behind a pillow.


    Thinking about it, they were definitely dating now.


    "Then take me."


    Lilith could feel her entire face heat up as she remembered what happened earlier.


    How could she say such vulgar things? It was so... so unladylike!


    Then again...


    Remembering Samael''s sweet words and intense yearning for her, she couldn''t help but feel her heart beat wildly in her chest, along with a sense of blinding pleasure and the urge for more.


    She wanted to be held in his arms, to feel his warmth, and to be wanted. She wanted more...


    Lilith shook her head as she sat up straight.


    What was I thinking?! She thought.


    What got into her?! What were those thoughts?!


    I must be tired, she thought as she went up and took a bath.


    Meanwhile, Samael arrived home without much trouble. He was cornered by the knights earlier as they asked a few questions, but he made sure to refrain from giving any sensitive information.


    "I heard you were attacked," Ajax said, surprising Samael.


    "I thought you had a subjugation?" he asked.


    "I rushed here after hearing about the news," he said.


    Samael sat down as he felt exhaustion finally dawn on him. Not physically, but mentally. There were so many things happening at once.


    "I was attacked by a saint named Azerel," Samael said.


    "A saint?" Ajax asked.


    "Yes," Samael confirmed.


    "You managed to fend him off?" Ajax asked.


    "Well, we didn''t really fight. It was more like he was measuring me," Samael said.


    "It doesn''t matter. Now that we know he''s after you, you have to be more vigilant and ready," Ajax said.


    "If he''s a saint, there''s a huge possibility he has a subzone¡ªsomething you don''t have," Ajax said.


    "So how do I fight someone with a subzone?" Samael asked.


    "That''s the tricky part," Ajax said.


    "You don''t."


    "As far as I know, there are only two possible ways to win against a subzone. Either face it with your own zone or keep the user from using it," he said.


    "So I overwhelm him?" Samael asked.


    "Basically, yes," Ajax said.


    "Knowing your fighting style, this shouldn''t come off too hard," he said.


    "So what''s your plan now?" he asked.


    Samael fell deep into contemplation.


    "I... I don''t know."


    "I feel as though my existence is becoming not only a threat to myself but to Lilith as well," he said.


    Ajax fell silent.


    "That''s why you have to become strong. Only then will you be able to protect those you wish to protect," he said.


    "As much as I''d like to sugarcoat it, I can''t. You''re facing a saint. This is a person beyond human limits. He is dangerous, and he is after you," Ajax said.


    "In the end, it''s kill or be killed."


    "So, kill."

 CH100-Academe

    "Attend the academy?" Samael asked in confusion, his brows furrowed tight.


    "Yes, young master," the butler said.


    "What academy are you even talking about?" he asked.


    "The nobles currently attend the Cylar Academy. It is renowned and prestigious. Most of its students are aristocrats, and even Miss Lilith attends there," the butler replied.


    Samael fell into deep contemplation.


    Attending the academy might indeed be rewarding. I''ll get to learn a few things and even be close enough to protect Lilith when threats arise, he thought.


    "What are the prerequisites?" Samael asked.


    "Oh, allow me to handle that," the butler said.


    "So when is the academy going to open?" Samael inquired.


    "In two days," the butler said.


    Samael''s mouth fell agape as he muttered.


    "What?"


    ***


    The Cylar Academy is a school for awakened people. Most of its students are comprised of trainee knights and nobles.


    The aristocrats believe that knowledge is power. This is the difference between knights and watchers. Knights are required to graduate and must know proper etiquette. Meanwhile, watchers are only needed to pass a test, and then they are good to go.


    The academy teaches the young nobles how to fight and how to deal with the politics of aristocratic society. It is highly flexible as it also teaches a variety of things, such as smithing, potion making, and history.


    However, the requirements to get in are quite harsh. You would need to pass a test, prove your strength, and have a load of credentials, many of which peasants do not possess.


    Although the academy is strict with equality, there are still many nobles who are granted entrance through "gifts." Samael, on the other hand, was recommended by Icarius. Apparently, the old man had already predicted this series of events and had prepared all that he would need beforehand.


    As the following days passed, Samael soon found himself in a carriage heading for the academy.


    They passed by multiple carriages of other aristocrats, some higher than others, while others were not.


    As they neared the gates of the school, he soon spotted multiple other carriages. These were the Thaesir heirs, who happened to arrive at the same time as him. However, he soon understood that none of it was a coincidence, as he saw Lilith''s house sigil.


    Those bastards are pushing their luck, Samael thought. He felt oddly pissed about the idea of these people buzzing around like flies around her.


    As the carriage stopped, Samael stepped out, greeted by the curious gazes of many nobles. Unfortunately, not everyone was invited to the famous serenity ball. Due to this, they''ve only heard rumors of his feat. Luckily, he was already way too used to the attention, so he just ignored them.


    Approaching Lilith''s location, the Thaesir heir knights unsheathed their blades as they blocked Samael''s path, causing a commotion as the attention of the nobles was lured to him.


    Seeing this, Lilith tried to approach them when the knights roared.


    "Back away! Know your place!" They said, a glint present in their eyes.


    I see how this is going. Samael concluded. It seems the Thaesir heirs are more cunning than he believed. Unfortunately, this wasn''t going to work because he does not care about his image.


    "Kneel," Samael said as he released his astral pressure, forcing the knights to buckle under their weight as they smashed against the paving stones.


    The Nobles stared in disbelief as their murmurs echoed in the air.


    "That is quite enough." A voice spoke, luring Samael''s attention.


    Although the man tried to hide his presence, Samael knew of him from the very beginning. He was silently watching, waiting for him to make a move.


    "And why should I stop?" Samael asked, his crimson gaze carving a hole through the man.


    The man fell silent as he stared at Samael in bewilderment. "You..."


    Seeing the chance, Lilith slipped in as she held Samael''s arm. "Are you okay?" She asked, cooling Samael''s anger fast.


    "Yeah, I was just defending myself," he said as the knights hungered for air.


    "May I know your name?" The man earlier inquired.


    "Samael," he replied without fear.


    "I see... I will overlook this incident only once, seeing they are the ones that started it. But there will be no next time," he said before leaving.


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    "Get out of my sight," Samael said to the knights as they scurried off in haste.


    "You know, those are my knights," a voice spoke.


    Shifting his glance to the man, he saw who it was. It was Lee Sinrage, the heir of the Sinrage clan, who specialized in the element of explosions. A very fitting name for their last name.


    Looking at the man, Samael spoke. "Do I look like I care?"


    Lee''s face trembled for a brief second before he spoke. "It seems we started on the wrong foot here. My name is Lee Sinrage. It''s a pleasure to meet you."


    Samael simply stared at the man''s hand, ignoring it, before he spoke. "I''m not here to make friends. But if you raise your blades against me again, I won''t hesitate to cut you down."


    "Message received," Lee said as he backed away.


    The other Thaesir heirs remained watching before they bid their farewells.


    Samael hated people like Lee the most. Deceitful and cunning. That''s what they are. Making them the hardest opponents, as they often play dirty.


    Steering the conversation in another direction, Lilith spoke. "Hey! I didn''t know you were going to the academy as well."


    Staring her straight in the eyes, Samael spoke. "Me neither."


    A soft chuckle escaped Lilith''s lips, prompting Samael to stare at them, memories of their kiss flashing through his mind.


    Sensing his desire and gaze, Lilith averted her gaze as her cheeks flushed red. "Let''s go; the briefing is about to begin," she said.


    Samael gave the girl a nod as he allowed himself to be led by her.


    Soon they found themselves in the presence of the other students, all going to the same place. A large hall.


    As they sat there, waiting, a figure soon appeared in the middle of the stage as he spoke.


    "Good day, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Oliver Herax, the head master of this academy."


    Loud gasps reverberated in the room as the students whispered to one another. After all, it wasn''t every day you saw the headmaster of the most prestigious school there was.


    "Now, I will get straight to the point. There will be a test to measure your overall ability. Passing these tests will mean you will be admitted to the academy. Your performance will also decide what group you shall belong in," he said.


    "But before we begin, I will make it clear. There are no biases here. Everybody is equal. Your rank, family, and prestige do not matter. Here, you are a student, and as such, you will follow the rules. Any forms of misconduct or cheating will be punished by expulsion," he clarified.


    "These tests will be held by different instructors, each with their own specialties. The tests will be comprised of elemental aptitude, strength measurement, general knowledge exams, combat intelligence tests, and finally, real combat," the headmaster narrated when a hand within the crowd rose up.


    "Yes?" the headmaster asked.


    "Why include real combat when we already have the following tests to make up for it? Also, who will we fight?" The student asked.


    "Thank you for your question. To answer them, elemental aptitude and strength alone do not measure your true ability; they are merely statistics to show your potential and current level. Real combat shows how you utilize said talents," he answered.


    "As for who you will fight, well, you will engage with your professors," he followed.


    "Back to the topic at hand. Once you pass these tests and receive high praise, you are free to choose the familia you will belong in for the duration of your stay."


    Excited whispers echoed in the hall as students expressed their glee. Cylar Academy was known for its unique structure. Once a student passes, they are free to choose a family. Each family has a professor managing it.


    Currently, there are five. Namely, the Raging Bulls are led by Professor Arnold Sinrage, the eldest of the Sinrage family. Next is the Bloom familia, led by Therese Deneiro, a family that specializes in the wood element. Next on the list are the Cold Hawks with their leader, Raymond Posh, a family that holds dominion over ice. Afterwards, we have the Crimson Lions, managed by Rudy Donovan. Lastly are the Nightwalkers, led by a man named Michael.


    After a few more ground rules, the head master finally returned to the real topic.


    "Without further ado, let us begin the tests!"


    With that, anxiety and excitement brimmed in the hearts of the students there. This was their chance to increase the prestige of their families. They cannot fail. Never.


    As they gathered in a large training dome, they were soon cut into groups and tested as such.


    As the tests went on, the excitement was soon replaced by fear and anxiety as they saw many fail the very first tests.


    To pass, they would need to reach a certain level of proficiency; failing to reach it means they''ve failed.


    Eventually, tears soon fell as some nobles were unable to handle the revelations that they''d failed. Those who won wore wide smiles on their faces.


    Eventually, Lilith''s group was next. Two of the Thaesir heirs also belong there, resulting in high expectations for their results.


    One by one, they tested, some failing and some succeeding. But when it came to the final three, everyone held their breaths.


    First up was Lee Sinrage. He came up to the testing stage, where a large, solid white wall stood. It was thicker in diameter and taller than the man. The test was simple: use your element to damage the structure.


    Without sparing any words, he dashed forward as he slammed his fist against the wall.


    BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!


    A large explosion shook the testing dome as dust filled the room. As it calmed down, it was revealed that the wall had sustained a hole along with occasional cracks.


    "You have passed, with high praise," the instructor said.


    Next up was the test of strength. The test was also simple: just punch or kick the dummy.


    A loud bang echoed in the room as Lee struck the dummy hard, where multiple digits appeared on a screen near them.


    He scored a whopping 12,332 kilograms of force, enough to collapse a building should he choose to. An expected outcome considering his family specializes in close combat.


    Next was Rob Deneiro. As he approached the giant wall, he raised his hands as giant wooden roots sprouted from the ground, intertwining with each other, before drilling a hole in the white wall.


    After a few seconds, the drill stopped as there was no more further damage done.


    "You have passed with high praise," the instructor said.


    Next up was the strength test. As he stood before the dummy, he pivoted his foot and delivered a heavy punch.


    "4,566 kilos of force. You passed with high praise," the instructor said.


    This was enough force to deform or even pierce metal plating. Rendering normal armor to nothing but mere jokes.


    Now, it was Lilith''s turn.


    Samael''s attention sharpened as he focused on the girl, watching her every move as she positioned herself before the wall.


    Samael could not help but feel excited to see her power. Ever since knowing of it when they were kids, he has been curious as to what it really is. Now, it was before him.


    Closing her eyes, Lilith stood relaxed. For a few seconds, nothing occurred until they saw sparks of orange appear on the ground, slowly circling her like a tornado.


    Opening her eyes, she willed it forward as it slammed against the stone without mercy, like a storm against a house.


    After a few seconds, the whirlwind of chaos stopped, revealing the insane corrosion the wall sustained. It had faded and its edges had gone, reduced to mere dust by the chaos energy.


    "You have passed with high praise," the instructor said, his eyes glued to the wall.


    Cheers thundered in the crowd as both girls and men cheered for her.


    As she stepped before the measuring dummy, she inhaled. With one breath, she delivered a heavy kick to its stomach, causing a large explosion to reverberate.


    "26,788..." the instructor muttered, causing another wave of hysterical cheers.


    It was enough force to dent, bend, and even flatten metal.


    "As expected of demons, they truly possess incredible strength," the nobles whispered.


    Now, it was Samael''s group''s turn.

 CH101-Gifted eyes

    Shifting his gaze around him, Samael can spot a lot of anxious students fidgeting as they line up near the testing stage. Oddly enough, sensing Lilith''s attention on him made him feel a little odd himself.


    As the participants went to the stage one by one, a mix of disappointment, tears, and cheers of victory echoed in the stadium.


    Some managed to barely pass, while others missed by a point. Nonetheless, many of them failed the test.


    Meanwhile, five people sat in a seat above the crowds, watching and discussing themselves.


    "As usual, a lot of failures," a voice spoke.


    "What would you expect from these... lesser nobles?" Another chimed in.


    As the line ended, it was finally time for the Thaesir heir, Cairo Posh. As he walked up the stage, loud screams thundered in the crowd, mainly from the female watchers.


    As Cairo stood before the wall, he closed his eyes and raised his hand forward. Slowly, a chilling wind enveloped the stage.


    "Ice surge."


    A large conical block of ice exploded from the ground, striking the wall and impaling it. However, it only got so far before halting.


    "Congratulations; you pass with high praises," the instructor said upon measuring the scale of destruction.


    Getting the confirmation, Cairo proceeded to the next stage as he shot a look at the testing dummy.


    In one breath, he delivered a heavy blow to its stomach as the machine beside it started to go to work.


    "7,445 kg! Congratulations! You pass with high praises!" The instructor said.


    Cairo gave a nod as he left, causing another wave of uproar from the female viewers.


    "Tsk, show off," Eric muttered as he went on stage.


    Looking at the solid wall, a smirk escaped his lips as he positioned himself.


    "Crimson fist."


    Eric''s hand glew crimson as a nearly transparent red aura enveloped his entire hand up to his forearms.


    Taking a martial arts stance, he took a deep breath. With one breath, he dashed forward with speed no other heir could produce as he delivered a brutal blow to the wall.


    As his fist collided with the solid block, an ear-shattering explosion rocked the dome as the dust stirred, forming a cloud. As it settled, a large hole was inflicted on the testing machine.


    "Congratulations! You passed with high praise!" The instructor said.


    A wide smirk escaped his lips as he proudly went to the next test. Looking at the dummy, Eric blasted forward as he sent a heavy punch into its skull.


    "32,378 kg! That''s the highest so far!" The instructor said.


    "You pass!" He followed.


    As Eric stepped off the stage, he looked at his father, who stood in one of the VIP seats.


    Now, it was Samael''s turn.


    As he stepped on the stage, murmurs and whispers filled the room. Speculations, along with doubt, were present in the eyes of the viewers.


    After all, Samael to them was nothing but a peasant. A random nobody who suddenly intruded on their society.


    Clearly, all they wanted was to see him fail. Among those people is Eric, who holds a deep grudge against Samael.


    Looking at the man, Eric whispered. "Good luck beating that."


    Shifting his gaze at Lilith, Samael saw the girl''s hopeful eyes. Now, how can he betray that?


    Standing before the solid white wall, Samael caressed its smooth surface. Under the curious gazes of the crowd, he chanted.


    "Null thrust."


    A large, ear-shattering explosion shook the entire dome as a dust cloud formed, blinding everyone.


    As it settled, the scene before them left everyone in awe and Eric in utter disbelief.


    The very wall they struggled to destroy was left with nothing but dust and ruins. What remained of the mighty white block was but mere small fragments winding in the wind. Even the stage had suffered considerable damage.


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    The instructor felt lost for words as he stuttered.


    "I-I can''t believe this," he muttered.


    "Y-you pass with flying colors," he said.


    Eric''s face fumed in rage as his hands formed a fist, his blood boiling beneath his skin.


    They couldn''t even see the attack, as it was too sudden and explosive. Not to mention the scale of damage it did!


    Approaching the next test, Samael positioned himself before his figure vanished, leaving the Thaesir heirs watching in the shadow with their eyes wide.


    Appearing inches before the dummy, Samael sent a heavy blow to its chest, causing a significant tear to its materials as a thunderous bang rocked the stage along with the shockwave coursing through the room.


    "7-79,000! I C-CAN''T BELIEVE THIS!" The instructor roared as he frantically stood up from his seat.


    The audience fell silent in utter disbelief, their murmurs and whispers hushed down by his raw strength.


    This was a feat even some of their professors could not do! Just what is going on?! How can a kid the same age as the other nobles do this?


    The Thaesir heir''s faces fell grim as they watched Samael walk off the stage without care. As though this was just another ordinary feat! Or was it?


    The head of the Donovan clan couldn''t help but cuss under his breath. Of course, the brat was nearly a saint in power. There was no way his son could even compete! Eric had fallen for his trap the moment he requested a duel.


    Lilith, on the other hand, couldn''t help but feel proud as she watched Samael nonchalantly show his power.


    Meanwhile, the five professors of the family''s were left in deep surprise. As the instructor said, even they cannot do something of this magnitude without putting all of their power into it. Even then, they may fall short.


    Unsure of what to do next, the instructor chose to proceed with the tests as planned.


    After some walking, the passing applicants were sent into a room where knights stood watch. It was now time for the general knowledge exams.


    The questions in the test weren''t too easy or too difficult. For Samael, who has traveled far and wide, these things were common knowledge, allowing him to pass without much struggle. However, he cannot say the same for the other students.


    As he passed by them, the pressure began to rise. But Samael paid them no mind as he went to the next room.


    The combat knowledge was far easier for him. It asked a lot of questions pertaining to scenario-driven actions, like what will you do when a Lairax attacks you or when you have not much equipment but a specific list?


    These were all things Samael had mastery over. After all, he did spend the last eight years of his life wandering the woods and wilderness, facing monsters on a daily basis, and fighting for his life.


    With that being said, Samael swiftly went through the questions with speed that even the Thaesir heirs couldn''t compete with, leaving them in disarray and utter frustration.


    How can they not? They spent their entire lives training and learning just for this very moment, and a random nobody walks in and steals all the spotlight. Not to mention, knowing that a member of their clan is the leading figure of specific familia''s just raised the difficulty of passing.


    It''s not like they are all loving and caring; to these people, honor and results are what matter. Should they fall short, they could very well deny them to avoid tarnishing their family reputation even more.


    Although they are free to choose their own families, that doesn''t mean the leader of that faction does not have the ability to refuse.


    After some time, the tests finally came to an end. It took another hour or so for the staff to finish checking, and the results were put on a board in the middle of the academy.


    As they crowded up to check the results, many were left in tears as they found out they fell short of passing. Meanwhile, Samael surprised himself when he found out he was in the top 10 of the highest scorers, leaving many jealous and hostile to him.


    By now, the number of students that remained was around 500 of the 8,000 noble kids who had tried to join.


    "Congratulations to all passing students! I know the journey has been hard up until now. Many have failed and some succeeded, a natural result we expected. But! do not lay easy, as the real challenge has yet to begin," the headmaster said, startling the students.


    "The real challenge lies in the combat assessments¡ªa test where your power shall be measured. Now, take your cards and go to your specific waiting rooms; there you shall be informed of the details," he said before his figure vanished.


    Excitement and nervousness prevailed in the room after the announcement. After all their hard work and pain, they were finally nearing the end of the road. Now, they only had to keep it steady and pray they got a weaker opponent, a sentiment Samael did not appreciate.


    In the wild, you don''t pray; you fight with whoever or whatever may come for you. In reality, your prayers don''t do shit when the very church that praises said god is corrupt itself.


    After the speech, dozens of staff members swept in, giving the kids a piece of paper with a written number and letter on it.


    "These are your designated rooms; please form a line and make your way there," the staff said.


    After some organization, Samael finally arrived at the room. This time, he found peace, as there was no big shot among them. That being said, it seems a lot of commoners were in his group.


    Nonetheless, all of them shared one emotion: fear. Knowing their lineage and origin, the nobles would surely trample on them. Sure, they''re used to the mocking, but that doesn''t mean they like it.


    However, one of them was different from the rest. He wore a determined expression and sat straight and strong. He wasn''t trembling or praying without stopping, but simply staring into nothingness.


    Maybe he has a chance, Samael thought as he laid back and closed his eyes. However, he soon sensed the presence of the kid approaching him.


    "What do you need?" Samael asked without opening his eyes.


    "Are you of noble origins?" he asked.


    "I used to be, but not anymore," Samael answered truthfully, luring the attention of the participants present there.


    "Then how are you so strong?" The kid asked.


    Samael fell silent for a moment as he opened his eyes, his crimson gaze landing on the kid before him.


    "Did they put in a rule that only nobles have the right to become strong?"


    The kid fell silent as he fell deep into contemplation.


    Looking at him closer, he had black hair. Although not as dark as Samael, he was darker than your average man. He also had sharp eyes, which you wouldn''t find in most kids, and rough skin, showing the hardships he endured.


    "Can you answer my last question?" he asked for the last time as he shot a look at Samael, his pupils empty and devoid of light.


    "What are you?"


    Samael''s brows furrowed.


    "I have a peculiar ability. I can see things others can''t. I can see ''colors'' surrounding people, and that helps me know how strong, kind, and evil they are. But you... I only see... nothing. Just pure, unbending darkness," he said as he strained his eyes to no avail.


    He can sense the presence of the Void in me? Samael wondered.


    "Go back; prepare for the fight instead of poking your nose where it doesn''t belong," Samael said as he went back to rest.


    The kid stayed there for a while before going back to his seat.

 CH102-Combat test

    As the participants patiently waited in their designated rooms, a loud voice soon echoed over its confined walls, startling the participants.


    "All participants, please be prepared, as the test will start shortly," the announcer said.


    "The final test will be in the form of combat. All participants are required to fight and make it to the 250th place to be considered victors."


    "However, to pass with high praise, the participants must make it to the top 50. It should be noted that the lower your placing is, the higher the rewards you''ll get," the voice said.


    "These rewards come in the form of benefits and opportunities within the academe."


    "Please stand by; the doors are opening."


    On cue, the room started to tremble as the wall in front of them started to go down.


    The participants narrowed their gazes as they adjusted to the blinding light; however, their attention was soon taken by the sudden outbursts of the crowds watching.


    Sweeping his gaze around the stadium, Samael saw multiple large stages along with the thousands of viewers eagerly waiting for the fights to begin.


    "The rules of the test are simple. All forms of cheating are prohibited. This includes the use of remnants, personalized gear, and runes. However, to maximize the full combat capabilities of the fighters, they are allowed to use the standard-issue weapons distributed by the staff," the announcer said.


    "The use of elements is all allowed. The fighters may fight as much as they wish. Only by incapacitating or knocking the other party unconscious will the battle be concluded. But it should be noted that any form of lethal or life-threatening injury will be considered disqualified as this is a duel, not a fight to the death." The announcer resumed.


    "Your name will be called to step on the stage, where you can pick your weapons of choice. Any forms of cheating will be detected by our observers, thus resulting in immediate disqualification."


    "Please stand by."


    As the announcements ended, the tension within the waiting rooms soared to an all-time high as the aspiring students felt their hearts beat wildly in their chests.


    Staring at each other with uncertainty and doubt, wariness can be visibly seen in their eyes.


    This was the deciding factor for their future. This was the final test, and as they realized that, they also finally understood that each and every single person they would fight had one mission in mind: to win no matter the cost.


    After a few more minutes, the voice over the speaker finally returned.


    "All participants, please be prepared. The battles will begin shortly."


    Another wave of cheers and screams shook the stadium as the people couldn''t wait any longer.


    As the minutes went by, the speaker finally uttered names, commanding them to step onto the stage.


    Watching them closely, the fighters walked up the white stage as they were instructed to take their desired weapons.


    Some took only one, seemingly without a doubt. Others took many and seem undecided.


    Ensuring they were done choosing, they were instructed to step on the designated marks as they faced each other.


    After a short silence, a loud bang thundered in the sky as the two lunged at each other, causing a wave of cheers and screams to permeate the air once more.


    Seeing the battle commence, the participants couldn''t help but feel anxiety plague their hearts. No one knew who would be next or who they would fight, causing the tension to rise even higher.


    Eventually, Samael lost interest in the fights as they dragged on. Some of the bouts were short and swift, as the other side was clearly stronger than the rest. Meanwhile, some went on for tens of minutes as the two opposing foes were even in power.


    Soon, the seconds turned to minutes, and eventually, an hour had passed. However, Samael''s interest was piqued again when the voice over the speaker uttered a name.


    "Calling to Desmond. Please step on the stage. I repeat, calling to participant Desmond. Please step on the stage."


    Responding to the call, the odd kid in Samael''s group rose up as he warily made his way towards the stage.


    Arriving there, he soon saw his foe. A noble kid with brown hair.


    "Participants Desmond and Arthur Gray, please choose your weapons."


    Staring at each other for a while, the disdain and glint of mischievousness can be seen in the aristocrats eyes as he broke the stare down and chose a blade. A common weapon for nobles. Meanwhile, Desmond took some time before deciding on a pair of daggers.


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    After confirming the two were done choosing their weapons of choice, the voice spoke again.


    "Please step on the designated marks on the stage."


    Following the commands, the two stood a few meters apart.


    "I''m going to enjoy this," Arthur said as he smirked. But Desmond''s dead gaze remained the same.


    After a few seconds of silence, a loud bang reverberated in the air as Arthur wasted no time, lunging forward. With one mighty leap, he soared in the air where he chanted.


    "Wind blade!"


    Slashing down, he sent forward a large wind arc. However, seemingly predicting the attack, Desmond swiftly chanted back.


    "Veil of darkness."


    A wave of black fog billowed off his body, swiftly engulfing the stage, blinding not only Arthur but the viewers as well, causing another wave of uproar.


    As the fog vanished, what remained was Arthur''s unmoving body laying on the cold ground, knocked out cold.


    "IMPOSSIBLE! HE MUST HAVE CHEATED!"


    "DIRTY BASTARD!"


    "I REQUEST AN IMMEDIATE SEARCH!"


    The wild roars mainly came from the nobles, with their faces flushed red in rage.


    Heeding their call of justice, the staff went to work as they checked their observers.


    "In response to the allegations, it has been confirmed that Desmond did not cheat! Desmond goes to the next round," the announcer said, causing the noble viewers to fume in their seats.


    Under the boos and sneers of the aristocratic society, Desmond went back with the same dead expression on his face.


    "Quite clever, what you did there," Samael commented.


    "You used the dense black fog, which I''m guessing is the darkness element, to cover yourself and then used the flat edge of your dagger to knock your opponent out," Samael said.


    Desmond''s brows furrowed.


    "How did you..."


    "I can see through the dark," Samael said.


    Desmond''s expression fell grim. If what Samael said was true, then he was the biggest counter to him.


    After that short bout, another wave of fighters went on stage as they faced each other without mercy.


    After another hour, the contestants were whittled down to mere 289.


    Of course, the highlights of the fights were mainly centered on the Thaesir heirs.


    But the next words of the voice behind the mic caused a wave of murmurs to break out in the crowd.


    "Calling to participant Samael, please step on the stage. I repeat, calling to participant Samael, please step on the stage."


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he rose up. Stepping out of the room, he was bombarded by the curious looks of the viewers.


    They''ve heard the rumors, but now that they''re seeing him, wasn''t he just a kid like everyone else?


    Stepping onto the stage, Samael finally saw his opponent. A noble named Lucas Meinster. He had dirty blond hair and was taller than most with a rather built physique.


    "Please choose your weapons."


    Shifting his gaze over the weapons rack, Samael''s gaze landed on an axe similar to Crimson Raven''s size.


    Grasping its hilt, he measured its weight in his hands.


    It''s off balance, but it will work, he thought.


    "Once you''ve chosen your weapons, please step on the designated marks."


    Facing his opponent, Samael saw the spear in his hands.


    So he''s leveraging his reach. Smart, he thought.


    Like usual, a wave of silence swept the stage as a loud bang echoed in the stadium.


    Lucas was wary. He has heard of Samael''s feats and seen them for himself. Thus, he slowly circled him, making sure to maintain a good distance.


    Samael, on the other hand, remained calm and collected. He has fought many beasts and has seen carnage no one else should see. This was nothing to him.


    Having reached a good distance, Lucas threw one cautious strike.


    Seeing it, Samael weaved to the side.


    Lucas did the same routine a few more times. As he went for another jab, he chanted.


    "Charge burst."


    A sudden jolt of lightning released from his body as his spear gained five times the speed from earlier. However, Samael easily weaved again, causing Lucas to clench his jaw as he recovered fast.


    Usually, it would''ve thrown his enemy off, but it failed.


    "Enough with your stupid tricks. Just come at me and let''s get this done with," Samael said.


    "As you wish," Lucas said as he took another stance.


    "Lightning rain."


    Stabbing a dozen times within a few seconds, a rain of lightning jabs rained down on Samael, causing the crowd to cheer wildly.


    But their cheers were soon halted as Samael stood there, tanking the attacks. This caused the observers to rise up with haste. But their worries were for naught as the dust settled, revealing Samael''s unharmed body.


    Lucas''s face warped in confusion. He threw all his strength into that attack, and it did no damage.


    "Again!" Lucas roared as he chanted.


    "Piercing blast."


    Pivoting his foot, Lucas drove the spear towards Samael''s chest with all his might as his spear glew blue, blinding the audience.


    As the two connected, a loud explosion shook the stage.


    But as the attack ended, Lucas felt his heart drop.


    The spear was destroyed. and Samael? He was unharmed.


    "My turn," Samael said as his figure vanished, appearing inches from Lucas as his hand blurred.


    With a loud bang, the spear in Lucas''s hands was thrown far as Samael kicked the back of his knee, forcing him down.


    "It''s over," he said.


    Lucas could only grit his teeth.


    "The winner of this duel is Samael!" The announcer said.


    A wave of wild roars and cheers shook the stadium as the viewers, mainly the commoners, felt their blood rush.


    Meanwhile, the nobles felt threatened by Samael. Even their knights couldn''t perform such speedy feats.


    However, some families had other thoughts in mind.


    "Oh, not a bad choice to adopt in my family," a noble muttered.


    "What do you think of him, Clara?" Another noble asked his daughter.


    In their eyes, Samael was single and more than ready to be adopted into a noble society. Of course, in the form of marriage.


    Paying no mind to the cheers of the crowd, Samael went back to the waiting room, where the other participants sat in awe.


    Samael didn''t even use his element, and yet he effortlessly defeated a trained noble! It was like the heroes in legends!


    Desmond himself was the most dumbfounded. In his eyes, Samael''s pitch-black aura did not even move, meaning there were no tricks. He was simply that durable.


    "I wouldn''t want to face you," Desmond said.


    "That''s not up for us to decide," Samael said as he realized that he''d probably fight Lilith eventually.


    But to his surprise, the next contender made him sit straight.


    "Calling participant Lilith Flamebright, please step on the stage. I repeat, calling Lilith Flamebright, please step on the stage."


    As Lilith went out of the training room with her hair tied to a ponytail, the crowd fell silent in awe of her beauty. Of course, Samael felt annoyed by some of the more lustful gazes, but he could not do anything about it.


    Even he sometimes get lost in her charm. It''s most definitely dangerous as he often gets the urges to take more than he should.


    But his anger soon melted as the girl shot a look at him, giving out a sweet smile as she made her way up, as though saying, "Watch me. Not them."


    Before he knew it, Samael had done something he had never done before.


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    As Lilith walked up the stage, the watching crowd, most of which were older noble men, couldn''t help but look at the way her waist swayed, an action Samael did not miss, adding more fuel to his frustration.


    Not only are these nobles self-righteous cunning bastards but perverted assholes too. They''re not even hiding their gazes, Samael thought, his expression dark.


    Shifting his attention back at Lilith, Samael saw the girl finally make it up the stage. There waited a noble woman with brown hair and blue eyes.


    Standing before the woman, Lilith could clearly feel the jealousy and hate the girl had for her. She didn''t know for what reason, but it was there, and she wasn''t even hiding it.


    "Participants, please choose your weapons."


    Deciding to ignore her glare, Lilith turned around as she examined the weapon stand.


    Thinking about it, she never really bothered using or mastering any form of weaponry. She has always relied solely on her ability to manipulate chaos. However, she was indeed curious about one.


    Refacing her opponent, Lilith held a scythe nearly as large as her behind her back.


    The scythe. A weapon associated with death and destruction. A weapon that suited the chaotic nature of her element. Meanwhile, the girl chose to use her element alone.


    Stepping onto the designated marks on the stage, a brief silence engulfed the stage before a loud, echoing bang thundered in the air.


    On cue, the girl shot her arms forward as she roared.


    "Magma eruption!!!"


    A violent earthquake shook the stage as the ground split, revealing boiling hot magma beneath that shot dozens of hot molten rocks high in the air.


    Seeing this, Lilith''s gaze narrowed as she spoke.


    "Such a great element wasted."


    Before the girls eyes, Lilith''s figure exuded a violent wave of orange matter that swiftly disposed of the incoming rocks. Before her very gaze, she saw the molten magma turn into fine dust, adding to the chaotic surge.


    Like a seed watered by absolute power, fear blossomed in her heart as she stepped back involuntarily, her body trembling as the orange matter circled the demoness like a hurricane.


    "Yield," Lilith said.


    The girl bit her lip as her face contorted in anger and fear. However, she chose poorly.


    "SHUT UP!" She roared as she raised her hands, but to no avail.


    Within the blink of her eyes, a sharp, pointed edge hovered just centimeters from the flesh of her neck, and on the other side was Lilith, who had extended the scythe forward.


    "Contestant Lilith Flamebright wins!" The announcer shouted, causing a wave of cheers and roars.


    Pulling the scythe back, the girl fell to her knees as she stared blankly at Lilith''s leaving figure.


    With that, she proceeds to the next round.


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he watched Lilith go back to her waiting room. It seems he wasn''t the only one who grew in the past eight years of their separation.


    After Lilith''s fight, a few more confrontations happened as the number of students whittled down slowly but surely.


    After some tears and cries of joy, the final 250 students were finally decided.


    "With that, ladies and gentlemen, we have our final 250 passing students of the academy! Please give them a round of applause," the announcer said, causing the viewers to release loud cheers and applause that echoed off the wide stadium.


    "But fret not! The fight is only beginning! Now it is time to find out who the deserving 50 that will get the honor of choosing their familias!"


    "All participants, please stand by in your designated rooms as the staff prepares the stage for the next stage."


    After that announcement, there was only silence and anxiety. Although they have passed, that doesn''t mean they don''t want to have the ability to choose their familias. That would basically secure them in the hierarchy of aristocratic society. And for nobles? That is the only outcome they can accept.


    Samael remained as nonchalant as before. These mundane things simply didn''t appeal to him. If he wanted to get to the top, he would do so by proving his power and not relying on other people.


    The very thought of being dependent on other parties was simply too weak for him. It was a fragile kind of power that was fueled by other people''s greed and agendas.


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    These people, even though they are more gifted with the resources to soar above others, took everything for granted.


    They were weak, naive, and too absorbed by their reputation. They prioritize making themselves look good before actually looking at the real problems. There''s a fucking war out there, for fucks sake.


    The more he sees and blends with this society, the more he realizes how worthless they are in the battle against abominations. While the watchers die to keep what little remains of humanity, they hide behind their walls, cowering in fear.


    After another hour or so, the announcer finally returned with news.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, we are happy to say that the preparations are finally complete!"


    "With that being said, all participants, please prepare for the next stage," the announcer followed.


    After hearing the staff''s words, another wave of tension engulfed the waiting fighters. Not only are the odds of them losing higher, but their enemies are also stronger and far more experienced than the rest.


    Now, there was no more luck as everyone here fought and won their own battles, prevailing against those thrown before them.


    As the room doors started to open again, another batch of names were summoned on the stage.


    Eventually, loud explosions shook the stage as the opposing sides exchanged heavy blows. Paired with the chaotic screams of the crowd, everything had fallen into disarray.


    Soon, bodies started falling as the battle was soon decided. Some were far faster than the rest, while others were hard-fought battles that nearly ended in draws.


    However, the highest and strongest cheers were mainly directed to the Thaesir heirs, who showed dominance against their opponents.


    With their superior power and rarer elements, they were able to outclass their enemies in every single way.


    This time, however, Lilith came first before Samael.


    As she made her way to the stage, some people were chanting her name.


    "Lilith! Lilith!"


    "Lilith! Lilith!"


    It seems her performance earlier had garnered the attention of the observers. Now, they were rooting for her to win.


    "Participants Lilith Flamebright and Colt Evans, please choose your weapons."


    As usual, Lilith chose the scythe. Meanwhile, Colt chose a ranged weapon, a bow.


    Proceeding to the marks on the stage, the two went on a staredown.


    As the loud bang reached the ears of the two, they swiftly went to work.


    Thinking smart, Colt immediately distanced himself as he shot three consecutive arrows, slowing down Lilith''s advance.


    Having the advantage of range, he chanted.


    "Stone ballistas."


    Drawing his bow, Colt fired an arrow, followed by multiple large chunks of sharpened stones.


    Reacting fast, Lilith weaved through the attacks as she chanted in return.


    "Chaos surge."


    Raising her palm forward, a violent shockwave-like surge of chaos energy plowed forward, shattering the surface of the stage as it dragged with it stone shrapnels.


    Clenching his jaw, Colt spoke.


    "Stone walls."


    Stomping on the ground, a large block of stone rose from below, tanking the attacks sent by Lilith. However, the demoness moved fast as she took advantage of the brief moment of blindness the shield provided.


    Circling around, Lilith''s eyes glinted as an idea came to mind.


    "Harrowing waves."


    Slashing her scythe multiple times, Lilith sent forward chaos waves.


    Colt''s eyes widened as he hastily backed away. Unfortunately, one of the attacks landed on his arm, causing a burn-like aftereffect.


    Colt hissed in pain as he felt the intense throbbing of his left arm. However, he had no time to inspect it as Lilith charged ahead relentlessly.


    Seeing he had now to run, Colt chanted.


    "Stone forest."


    Lilith''s steps were halted as she felt the violent tremors below. However, before she could even guess, her astral compass warned her of upcoming danger. Heeding its call, she propelled herself up.


    On cue, the ground cracked as large pillars of stone burst from below, devouring the stage and creating a forest-like environment entirely made of stones.


    Looking around, Lilith raised her guard.


    Soon enough, arrows came hurling from the depths of the stone forest, all aiming for her.


    Using her speed, she nimbly weaved through the rain of bolts. Unfortunately, she was unable to detect the direction of the attack as Colt kept repositioning after each shot.


    Gritting her teeth, Lilith constantly dodged as she racked her brains for a counterattack.


    I can''t close the distance, Lilit thought.


    Unfortunately, she didn''t have a large area of attack abilities either. Everything was too lethal to use.


    I can''t use it on him, she thought when her eyes landed on the arrow piercing the earth.


    But... I can use it in the environment, she thought as her eyes glew bright.


    Yes! The surroundings!


    Colt, keeping the barrage of arrows, formed a smirk as he saw the girl cornered. This ability is a skill he has been training for his whole life. He has thought of many possibilities for how to use it, and taking advantage of the rules made it even more powerful.


    However, his smile died fast as he felt the floor buckle and sink, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.


    "What have you done?!" Colt asked in bewilderment as he felt the ground start to cave in.


    "While you were too busy basking in your far-fetched victory, I directed my attack below the stage, creating an empty cavern. Pair that with the heavy stone pillars, it''s sure to break," she replied.


    Trying to gain distance quickly, Colt casted.


    "Stone piercer!"


    A violent tremor can be felt below the ground as multiple stone pillars shoot out towards Lilith, forming a small mountain-like structure.


    Reacting fast, she cast in return.


    "Distortion."


    Channeling the chaos matter to the surrounding area, Lilith managed to distort and destroy Colt''s link to the earth, completely cutting off the attack.


    Colt''s eyes widened as he dashed back and drew his bow.


    Dashing forward, Lilith made chase as she elegantly weaved through the rain of bolts.


    "Dammit!" Colt roared as he spoke.


    "Stone tortoise!"


    Crouching down, two slabs of stone rose from the ground, putting him in a capsule-like structure.


    Seeing this, Lilith uttered:.


    "Chaos drill."


    Raising her hand forward, a large amount of chaos matter seeped from her skin, circulating within her arm as she gathered a large amount.


    Clenching her fist, the chaos matter rapidly rotated, forming a drill.


    "Yield," Lilith said.


    "I refuse!" Colt roared.


    "So be it," she muttered.


    With one step forward, Lilith slammed the drill in the middle of the shell, swiftly shattering its defense as the chaos matter ate through it.


    Pushing forward, the drill hovered centimeters from Colt''s head, warning him that one wrong move was all it took.


    "It''s over," she said.


    A deafening roar shook the arena as thousands of people screamed at the top of their lungs, shaking the very earth beneath them as they hugged and raised their hands in the air.


    Some people chanted Lilith''s name, while others mindlessly shouted. Some threw their fists in the air with their eyes wide in disbelief. Samael himself couldn''t help but smile.


    "With that, Lilith Flamebright proceeds to the next round!"

 CH104-A victor.

    After Lilith''s performance, a dozen more candidates were given the spotlight as they gave it their all, earning the praise of the crowd.


    As the number of participants dwindled, the announcer soon stumbled upon a name that caused the crowd to fall silent.


    "Calling to Samael. Please step on the stage. I repeat, Calling to participant Samael. Please step on the stage."


    As Samael walked out of the benches, the viewers found themselves more curious to see.


    As he reached the stage, Samael finally saw his opponent. A woman with blond hair and black eyes. Unlike the rest, she was far more composed.


    "Please choose your weapons."


    Without further ado, Samael grabbed the axe he used earlier, swinging it a couple times before he faced his opponent.


    This time, however, his opponent wielded nothing. She simply stood there, intently watching Samael.


    "Please proceed to the designated marks on the stage."


    Standing there, their gazes clashed as utter silence reigned, and for a brief second, as the wind brushed aside Samael''s hair, a loud bang erupted.


    Without wasting another second, the girl raised her arms as the clouds gathered, slowly darkening as lightning coursed behind them.


    This... the scent of rain, Samael thought as he shot a glance above.


    Bringing her hands down, she roared.


    "Brewing storm!"


    As a streak of lightning left gashes in the sky, a dozen more came hurling down, striking the stage at random as violent torrents of wind crashed against the stage.


    As Samael''s face was stained by the rain, he closed his eyes, feeling the breeze of the wind in his skin.


    Seeing this, the girl''s brows furrowed as she casted again.


    "Tornado chains!"


    From the clouds above, multiple strands of wind started to branch out, forming multiple tornadoes traveling towards Samael, wreaking havoc in their wake. Yet Samael remained in his position.


    As the danger neared, Samael finally opened his eyes, watching it without fear as he muttered.


    "Abyss spikes."


    The girl''s eyes widened as her body stiffened, and inches before her neck was a single onyx black spike stemming from the ground.


    Just like that, she was defeated.


    The crowd fell in utter silence as their gazes landed on the spike, curiousity and confusion burning behind their pupils.


    Lilith and the other Thaesir heirs themselves found themselves surprised. This was the first time they had seen such an element.


    "Is it darkness?" Lee asked himself.


    "No, It''s too... Dark. What is it?" Another voice chimed in.


    Lilith simply remained watching; questions running through her mind. The last time she saw Samael, he was powerless. But when he returned, he was different. Empowered and unyielding. But this was the first time she truly saw his power.


    Desmond, on the other hand, bolted up, his eyes wide and his brows furrowed. Like earlier, he saw nothing but darkness and emptiness in Samael''s aura, but when he shot that attack, he saw a movement in that darkness. As if it were obeying Samael... No, as if it were one with Samael.


    As the Void spike faded into nothingness, the girl fell on her knees, her body trembling as tears welled in her eyes.


    Without waiting for the announcement, Samael turned around and left. Leaving the crowd to erupt in deafening screams that shook the stadium.


    "What was that?!" A man screamed in utter disbelief as they began chanting his name.


    "Samael! Samael!"


    "Samael! Samael!"


    Ignoring the cheer of the crowd, Samael made his way back to the waiting room, where he passed by Desmond, who looked at him with interest.


    "Just what are you?" he asked again.


    "You wouldn''t understand," Samael replied as he leaned back.


    After Samael''s performance, it took some time for the crowd''s excitement to die down. After all, it was like the heroes of myths and legends. Taking down opponents with one move without even flinching in the face of danger.


    Due to the damage done by previous battles, the announcer halted the fight for a while as they swiftly went to fix the stage.


    While waiting, Samael shot a look at Desmond, who was doing the same.


    Looking into the kids eyes, Samael couldn''t help but be the one to be curious this time.


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    "Hey," he called, prompting Desmond to flinch.


    "W-what?" he asked.


    "Since you''re so curious, how about we do an exchange?" Samael asked.


    "Exchange?" Desmond repeated, his forehead creased.


    "Basically, I ask you a question, and you ask me in return," Samael replied.


    Desmond fell silent as he contemplated the offer. After a few minutes, he returned his gaze to Samael as he nodded.


    "Alright, let''s do it."


    "You start," Samael said.


    Desmond held his chin for a few seconds before he spoke. "Are you human?"


    Samael stared at the face of the kid with a blank expression. "...In a way, yes."


    Desmond''s eyes glinted for a moment before he opened his mouth.


    "I''m going to stop you there. My turn," Samael told the kid.


    "Fine," Desmond said.


    "Your eyes¡ªhow much can they see?" Samael asked as he crossed his arms.


    Desmond appeared conflicted for a moment before he hesitantly replied. "I... I can see what I call auras. Basically, I see colors around people."


    Samael''s head tilted as he spoke. "I''m thinking that helps you predict when the enemy attacks."


    Desmond''s eyes widened.


    "Guess I''m right," Samael muttered.


    "My turn. What''s your element?" Desmond fired back.


    Going straight for the neck, huh? Samael thought.


    "It''s nothing," Samael replied.


    Desmond''s face furrowed. "I thought we were being honest."


    "I am being honest," Samael said.


    "I clearly saw something earlier. That wasn''t nothing," Desmond said.


    "What I said is nothing but the truth," Samael said.


    "Fine," Desmond gave up as he leaned back.


    "Well, let''s end it here. I have nothing else to ask you," Samael said.


    On cue, a loud voice echoed over the stadium.


    "Sorry for the delay, dear viewers and participants! But I am back to announce that the battle shall resume!"


    "With that being said, let us not waste time!"


    Soon, multiple fighters entered the stage as they exchanged blows, returning the lively mood of the observers.


    Slowly, the seconds trickled away as the shadows in the stadium shifted, gradually stretching in line with the setting sun. Fighters fell one by one, marking the end of the line for them, while others triumphed in their well-earned victory.


    As the battle cries of the contestants thinned, so did the dwindling numbers of fighters. In the midst of the raging roars of the viewers, the announcer cut in once more, marking the end and start of another struggle.


    "With that, ladies and gentlemen, the struggles of our aspiring students have come to an end. Now, we are down to the final one hundred fighters!"


    "Now this brings a question to mind: Who will be the rightful holders of the top 50 students? Who will be the lucky ones with the ability to choose their familias?!"


    Under the lead of the announcer, the crowd erupted in another thunderous cheer as they screamed at the top of their lungs.


    "Now! Turn on the lights!" The announcer roared as multiple torches ignited, setting the stadium alight.


    "Now! Let us commence the battle for the top 50!"


    Across all the waiting rooms, everyone''s faces fell grim as the participants made their way towards the stages.


    Surprisingly, Samael was called early, sparking the uproar of the viewers as they chanted his name in unison, shaking the bleachers as they threw their hands in the air.


    "SAMAEL!"


    "SAMAEL!"


    "SAMAEL!"


    As he made his way onto the stage, his opponent was revealed. A rather built student who wielded nothing.


    However, before Samael could choose anything, the man spoke.


    "May I ask for a favor?"


    Samael shifted his gaze towards him, his brows raised.


    "I know I won''t win. But can you honor me by exchanging fists?" he asked.


    Samael''s gaze remained on the man for a while before he turned around empty-handed.


    Seeing this, the man bowed as he took a stance.


    "All fighters... BEGIN!"


    Without wasting another breath, the man charged forward, sending chunks of earth back as he breezed through the air like an arrow.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as he launched himself forward, meeting the man head-on. As their fists collided, an ear-shattering explosion shook the stage as cracks marred its surface. Shockwaves swept the surroundings as the watchers roared in excitement.


    Taking charge, Samael went on the aggressive as he swiftly dragged his arm down along with his opponent, giving an opening as he sent a fast hook.


    However, his enemy saw this as he ducked and weaved to the side, narrowly avoiding the punch as he pivoted his foot and sent his fist forward.


    A small smirk made its way to Samael''s face as he dragged his arm back, blocking the counterattack as he slid a few steps back.


    Taking advantage of Samael''s disengagement, the man lunged forward as he whipped his arm with astounding force.


    "Steel knuckles!"


    His skin hastily warped silver as it bulldozed towards Samael''s face. Reacting fast, Samael pivoted his foot as he slipped past the attack and delivered a counter blow, striking the man straight in the face.


    As he recoiled, Samael embedded his knee in the man''s abdomen, forcing him to tuck as he butted him down to the ground.


    Clenching his jaw, the man could feel the blood gushing out of his nose. Yet he wore a smile as he launched an uppercut.


    Samael weaved back as the fist struck nothing but air. However, his opponent wasn''t finished yet, as he extended his foot forward and delivered a high kick.


    Samael dropped down, his foot sweeping in an arc, knocking the man down to the ground.


    As Samael rose up, he raised his foot and struck down. The man slammed his fist forward, launching himself and skidding back as he watched Samael''s foot crush the stage.


    Although Samael was holding back a lot, he still had enough force to crush every bone in his enemy''s body.


    With one forceful kick, Samael jetted forward, startling the man as he hastily jumped up and jerked his arm, forming a makeshift shield as Samael''s fist collided with him, sending him flying back.


    Smashing his feet into the solid ground, he gritted his teeth as his face flushed red. Slowly, his momentum slowed down as he hung near the edge.


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s lips. What great determination!


    "I''m going full power now," he said, causing the nearby watchers to gasp. The man simply smiled as he nodded.


    It was a great honor to fight someone so strong. It was an even bigger honor that he was willing to go full force.


    Smashing his fist together, his body formed a layer of steel, encasing his entire arms and parts of his body.


    "Give me your all!" He roared as he took a stance.


    Seeing this, Samael''s smirk widened as he too took a stance. A rather foreign concept for him.


    "Time to end this," Samael muttered as he unleashed a portion of his astral pressure, encasing the entire stage as his opponent felt a shiver run down his spine.


    Shifting his glance at the man, Samael burst forward, shattering the stage as half of it sank below, pulverized.


    Giving out a mighty roar, the man slammed both his feet down, digging them into the earth.


    Samael''s figure turned to a blur as he appeared mere inches from the man. For a few moments, time seemed to slow down as the man smiled.


    Then...


    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!


    An ear-deafening explosion rocked the entire stadium, sending ripples through its walls. A large dust cloud blew high in the air, blocking out everyone''s vision as the shockwave nearly swept them away. The other participants could only brace as they watched in utter disbelief at the display of power Samael showed.


    As the dust started to settle, the people found themselves asking.


    "Who won?!"


    "What was that?!"


    "I can''t see anything?! What happened?!"


    However, in its midst, a voice asked.


    "What''s your name?"


    "...Raegan."


    "Rest, Raegan. You''ve proven enough."


    "...So be it."


    As the dust made way, the scene before them unfolded, taking their breaths away.


    A man before a fallen foe.


    One standing, one kneeling.


    And there he stood.


    A victor.

 CH105-Chosen.

    "With that, Samael advances to the top 50!"


    The silent crowd erupted in deafening roars as they shook the very stadium with their screams. They threw their hands in the air as they chanted Samael''s name in unison and admiration.


    Ignoring their chants, Samael made his way back to the benches as he sat under the fascinated gazes of other students.


    Time and time again, they see Samael''s feat of power, and time and time again, they are reminded of the reality that he is simply beyond them. A genius.


    But the battle must continue.


    As the announcer called another set of names, another set of battles ensued as the stage was yet again rocked by their prowess.


    The sound of steel clashing against steel and flesh striking flesh echoed in the air as blood, sweat, and tears reverberated.


    As they neared the end of the road, the winners rose and the losers fell. It was simply the truth, the harsh reality.


    As the spots for the top 50 were swiftly filled in, the long battle finally came to an end.


    Naturally, Lilith passed along with the Thaesir heirs, who dominated their opponents without mercy. A rather natural result expected by many.


    Much to Samael''s surprise, Desmond managed to make it through. It seemed he not only had unique eyes but power as well, regardless of his origins.


    "Ladies and gentlemen! Our top 50!" The announcer roared as the viewers released ear-shattering screams.


    As the battle came to an end, the crowd of observers was dispersed along with the winners.


    All 250 students were led by the staff to the dormitories, where they would spend the rest of their time in the academy. Tomorrow was the day they chose their family''s or were chosen.


    The instructors took the students to a large white building, kind of like a manor but way larger. It had a stone path that passed by a beautiful garden and a fountain surrounded by other structures.


    Inside was a lobby on the first floor, where a receptionist sat to accommodate the students and a few guards kept watch.


    Soon, the instructor gave each and every one of them rooms to temporarily stay in. Apparently, these familias have their own headquarters, which their chosen students may use.


    "The numbers on your keys are the rooms you''ll stay in for the night," the instructor said before he answered a few questions and left.


    As he did, the students sighed in unison. They were finally done with one of the hard parts. They could finally rest. Of course, not everyone is there yet, as some are still being treated.


    Looking around, Samael made his way to Lilith, who seemed to be searching for something.


    "Looking for me?" Samael whispered, causing the girl''s ears to flush red.


    "You!" Lilith gasped as she lightly smacked Samael''s chest.


    Noticing the curious gazes of the crowd, Samael whispered. "Let''s get out of here first; too many eyes are watching."


    Lilih gave a small nod as she held Samael''s hand.


    As the two walked by the long corridors, Samael asked. "So, what''s your room number?"


    "Oh, mine is 3B," Lilith said.


    "I guess we''re pretty far," Samael said.


    "What''s your room number?" Lilith asked in return.


    "18E," Samael answered.


    "That''s okay; we''ll be here for a day only," Lilith said.


    "Oh yeah, what family are you going to choose?" Samael inquired.


    "Well, I am not sure," Lilith said as she stealthily looked over Samael. "You?"


    "Hmm... I might just go to what feels right," Samael answered.


    "What feels right...?" Lilith asked. "I knew it," she whispered.


    Seeing Lilith''s door up ahead, Samael ruffled the girl''s head. "Goodnight, Lilith."


    "You too," she replied before going in.


    ***


    As the horizon was painted golden by the rising sun and the scent of morning dew wafted in the air, the students were up early, and the bustling of the school was loud.


    They were all gathered in the lobby, where a man with black hair and blue eyes waited for their arrival. Judging by his clothes, he was surely a professor.


    When everyone was finally there, he spoke.


    "Good day, students. I take it you had a good night''s sleep?" he asked with a smile on his face.


    "Alright! I won''t be wasting your time any longer. So, I''m going to take you to the choosing hall, and I''m sure you already know why," he pointed out.


    "So let''s try not to get lost," he said before storming off.


    On their way towards the chosen hall, they came across multiple infrastructures. Namely, the cafeteria, a garden for leisure, dormitories, and the training grounds.


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    Eventually, they reached a seemingly normal place when the professor spoke.


    "We have arrived. Just beyond that entrance is the choosing hall. I will take my leave now. Best of luck!" He said as he pointed at the pathway leading inside a hall surrounded by leaf walls.


    The students each had unsure gazes before they reluctantly stepped foot inside.


    Unlike its normal appearance outside, the inside was comprised of a beautiful garden brimming with tantalizing flowers swaying in the wind, their sweet fragrance filling the air. Meanwhile, five seats were positioned in the far front of the room, each with their own specialized sigils.


    Unsure of what was happening, the students discussed it with themselves. However, Samael''s gaze shot up towards the four silhouettes standing on a rooftop.


    Without warning, they leaped into the air at speeds even awakened humans may find hard to follow, but not for Samael. He intently watched as they appeared in their own respective seats and cleared their throats, prompting the students to jump in surprise.


    Seeing the newly arrived individuals, the students whispered as they felt excitement shake their hearts. But Samael shot a glance at the shadows where the headmaster stood. Surprisingly, the man stared back at Samael as he formed a small smile before stepping out.


    "Good morning, aspiring student," the headmaster said.


    "Today, we gather here to announce the fruits of your labor and hard work," he said.


    "But before that, I first congratulate all of you for your efforts and for passing the tests. I know it wasn''t easy. I know it was hard and gruesome. But it is in such trials that we excel and become stronger," he said.


    "It is in such trials that we see who holds the determination to push through even under all the pressure," he resumed.


    "With that, congratulations," he said.


    "But now, it is time to address the final act," the headmaster said as he looked at the four figures sitting in the chairs.


    "Please, introduce yourselves, masters," he said as all four of them stood in unison.


    Starting with the man sitting on the chair with the sigil of a red bull. "I am Arnold Sinrage, the leader of the red bulls."


    After him was a woman with brown hair and green eyes. "I am Therese Deneiro of the Bloom family."


    Next was a man with the same aura as Cairo. "Raymond Posh, leader of the blue hawks."


    Lastly. "I am Rudy Donovan, the leader of the Crimson Lions."


    The students whispered to one another as they felt their hearts thump in their chests, as though they would break free at any moment. However, a hand rose from the crowd, taking the attention of the headmaster.


    "Isn''t there supposed to be five?" he asked, causing the headmaster to clear his throat.


    "Ehem, yes, he''s just running a little late," he said as he looked around.


    On cue, Samael felt a presence approaching the area fast, way faster than the other Thaesir leaders.


    "Ah, speaking of him, he''s here," the headmaster said as a figure landed, stirring the dust.


    The newly arrived figure had a rather built body and stood at around 6.2 inches in height. He had scars all over his skin and a messy brown beard with unruly brown hair.


    "Ha, as expected of bums," Rudy Donovan whispered, something Samael did not miss.


    "I am... Michael, the leader of the Nightwalkers," he said as he nodded at the headmaster.


    "Don''t you think it is only right that you arrive at the same time as us?" Arnold asked.


    "I had some business to tend to," Michael replied.


    "Let me guess? Filling yourself with liquor?" Rudy said as he scoffed.


    Michael simply remained silent, ignoring the man''s taunt.


    "Now, now, let us not spoil the event," Therese said.


    "Yes, stop Rudy. Today is the day of these students," the headmaster sternly said.


    "Now, let us begin," he followed.


    "Before you all left the dormitories, you were each given a number. Those numbers correspond to the order of choosing. Now, please step forward number one," the headmaster said as a kid approached the front.


    After some time, no voice echoed in the garden, causing the kid to fall into tears as he left with stooped shoulders.


    One by one, the students were denied when the first person to be chosen appeared.


    "I''ll take you under my wing, Unova Sky," Rudy said.


    "I shall gladly accept," Unova said.


    After that, hopes were raised as the next student went in, only to be shot down again. This cycle repeated endlessly as the number of students dwindled. Naturally, the Thaesir heirs went into their own respective families without issues.


    Soon, when noon came, the top 50 students were finally the ones to go. Unlike the rest, who had the chance to be chosen, the top 50 had the ability to choose themselves, as they were strong enough that there was no need for any other examinations.


    One by one, the students piled up as they chose their respective families. But what stood out to Samael was that most nobles belonging to the 50 chose their families based on their factional standing.


    Those who''s family was involved with the sinrage clan chose the raging bulls, while those who were involved with the Posh chose the blue hawks.


    The only exception Samael noticed was that there were more female members in the Bloom family. And most if not all of the of the chosen members were girls.


    Another thing was that no one seemed to choose the Nightwalkers. It was as if, in the eyes of the nobles here, Michael wasn''t visible.


    However, when it came to Samael, the room fell silent.


    The students had witnessed his power. They knew what he was capable of. Not only that, but he had no clear side. He wasn''t involved in any factions, meaning his choice was entirely random.


    However, that wasn''t all that made this situation tense. It was the fact that he was so strong that simply having him was a big boost to the family.


    Samael stepped up without fear as he shifted his gaze to the leaders of the families. He could clearly see the greed behind their eyes and the confidence in their name.


    However, before he could speak, the leader of the raging bulls spoke. "I have seen your feats, Samael. I pay no mind to your common origins. To me, what matters is your power. Join me and you shall see the peak."


    Seeing this, the Bloom family''s leader spoke up.


    "Although our familia is mainly composed of girls, I don''t see why a small exception cannot be made. Don''t you wish to see the more refined parts of nobility?" she asked.


    "Clearly, he isn''t the type of person to side with someone because of elegance and influence. He belongs to the blue hawks, admired for our precision and focus," the leader of the blue hawks intervened.


    "Samael..." Rudy called.


    "I know you and my little brother have had differences, and I understand that. But won''t you settle such meager misunderstandings? Life is full of such things, but power! Power you can achieve through our family? That is the only way to rise and trample on your enemy," he said with a large smirk.


    "In fact, I will do one thing you wish to my brother as long as you join my ranks," he followed, causing the other family members to frown.


    "Don''t you think you''re being too personal?" Therese asked.


    "Oh, please, you''re willing to make an exception to your grand rules; don''t lecture me about what''s personal," Rudy said.


    "Clearly you''re deranged," Raymond said.


    "You''re all deranged. He is built for the way of the raging bulls. Are you all blind?" Arnold asked.


    The four leaders erupted into chaos as their opinions and insults soared in the air, causing a sense of tension to rise in the air. However, Samael''s focus shifted to Michael, who sat quietly in a corner.


    "How about you?" Samael asked under the chaotic bickerings of the four leaders.


    Michael shot a glance at Samael, allowing him to see the emptiness in his eyes.


    "Me? You''re better off with them. They''re already fighting for you; don''t waste your future, kid," he said as he leaned back and closed his eyes.


    "I didn''t ask your opinion about them; I''m asking you," Samael said.


    Michael''s eyes opened, and his brows raised in surprise as he looked at Samael''s determination.


    He has seen something like this before. Someone so bright and eager to learn. So... Pure and full of determination.


    "Sir, is my form correct?"


    "Sir! I thought we already talked about drinking this late!"


    "I can''t feel my legs, sir... I don''t feel so good."


    "My opinion...? it doesn''t matter," Michael said.


    Samael fell silent. For a moment, he saw a flash of bitterness in his gaze, hidden under his facade.


    "Enough of your nonsense!" Rudy roared.


    "Let him choose then!" Therese shouted back as all four looked at Samael.


    "Go on, boy, don''t let these blabbering idiots distract you from what truly matters," Arnold said.


    Samael looked at everyone for a while before he spoke, prompting all the people in the garden to recoil in surprise.


    "I... choose the Nightwalkers."

 CH106-Worthy.

    "Master, he''s here." A man adorned in a tuxedo spoke.


    "Finally," a deep voice said, his voice bouncing off the walls of the study.


    "Shall I bring him over?" The butler asked.


    "No, I''ll meet with him." The man rose up as he strode towards the audience chamber, followed by the butler.


    On his way, the man stopped before a painting encased in a brown frame, his reflection slightly visible as he fixed his suit and carefully drew back his pale red hair, a clear indication of his lineage.


    "Is there anything wrong, master Kyros?" The butler asked.


    Kyros stared at his reflection for a few more seconds before straightening his gaze. "No, let''s go."


    Meanwhile, back in the audience chambers sat a cloaked figure, patiently waiting for the host to arrive, his whistle filling the room.


    As the sounds of footsteps neared, he rose up. "Good day, master of the house of Donovan."


    Kyros remained mute for a moment before he tilted his head a bit. "Good day to you, Saint Azerel."


    "Oh? Are you sure you''re willing to reveal that to your servant?" Azerel asked, a grin present on his lips.


    "He''s a trusted comrade. You need not worry about him." Kyros gave the butler a nod as the man left the room silently. "There, feeling better?"


    "Much better," Azerel said as he chuckled.


    "If that''s all, let us get straight into business; I don''t have time to waste," Kyros snarled, his brows furrowed.


    "Why so angry, old man?" Azerel taunted as he shrugged.


    Kyros''s frown deepened as his face contorted in anger. "May I remind you... Boy, you are not in your domain. This is my domain, and I don''t tolerate disrespect."


    "Oh, that''s scary~" Azerel mocked further, disregarding Kyros''s warning.


    "It appears I must correct your attitude first before we do this meeting," Kyros said, his tone grim as he stepped forward. However, Azerel leaned back as he replied.


    "Are you sure about that?"


    From the shadows of the room, a man adorned in a black cloak revealed himself, halting Kyros''s steps as he froze.


    "That..." he muttered, his voice shaking.


    "Surprised? I''m not stupid enough to barge into another saint''s house without my own guards," Azerel said.


    The man behind him wore something. A mask. One with three eyes embedded in its surface. Something Kyros knew very well.


    "Impudent bastard...!" He whispered, his face flushed red as nerves bulged in his face.


    "What? I can''t hear you, old man. Better speak up," Azerel said, a wide smirk present in his visage.


    Kyros''s rage neared a boiling point as his hand formed a fist. However, he chose to sit down as he took a couple breaths.


    "What do you need? I thought we''d already finished talking last time," Kyros asked. This wasn''t the first time they met. They already did once.


    Back then, Azerel proposed a plan to Kyros on behalf of his master. The thaesir leader, hesitant at first, eventually agreed upon the mention of one thing. Power to rule over Tera.


    The proposition was simple. Help the ministry smuggle a single thing. It was suspicious, but the boy promised that he would grant him power to rule over Tera. When asked how, he only said one phrase. "Order through chaos."


    "Oh, it''s nothing too difficult. We just have another proposal at hand," Azerel said.


    Kyros''s eyes narrowed as he leaned closer. "Elaborate."


    Azerel chuckled. "We''ll get rid of your competitors and even throw in the new temporary saint."


    "Ajax," Kyros said.


    "Yes, that man," Azerel said.


    Kyros caressed his red beard. "Throw in the brat too, and this deal is done."


    Azerels smile widened. "Deal," he said as he shook the man''s hand.


    "Wait, you''ve forgotten to tell me. What am I supposed to do this time?" Kyros asked when Azerel threw a necklace at him.


    "Inside that remnant are five other remnants. Place it in the heart of the city, and I''ll do the rest," Azerel said before he pressed on his ring.


    Before Kyros could even react, a blinding flash engulfed the room. When it faded, the two were gone.


    ***


    "Are you insane, boy?" Arnold of the raging bull asked.


    All the students in the garden whispered to one another as they looked at Samael with disdain and disbelief. He was wasting a once-in-a lifetime opportunity to join the noble hierarchy! To enter aristocratic society and be accepted with open arms! Was he crazy?


    "As expected of peasants, too stupid to understand."


    "Step back. He might infect you with his stupidity."


    "Perhaps he''s still tired from his previous battle?"


    However, Samael ignored the students as he looked at Headmaster Oliver. "I choose the Nightwalkers."


    The headmaster nodded, a small, imperceptible smile visible in his face. But before he could even utter another word, Therese spoke up.


    "Samael, you don''t seem to realize it, but... no one joins the Nightwalkers," she said.


    "Listen to us, boy, you''re wasting your potential in such a place," Arnold added.


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    "I cannot believe I''m saying this, but for once, these people are correct. You have so much talent that we can polish," Raymond of the Blue Hawks chimed in.


    "Now, if you''ve realized your foolishness, pick again," Therese said.


    Samael remained silent for a moment as he approached the four leaders. As he neared them, he could see the greedy and detestable glints in their eyes.


    They think the world revolves around them. Everything that doesn''t mean them is automatically trash. Thinking about it, what gives them the right to decide such things? Power? Influence? Lineage? What a bunch of bullshit! In the end, all of them, both nobles and commoners, are the same. They''re all humans.


    He was done holding it in.


    "I choose..."


    The four leaders leaned forward as their backs straightened.


    "The Nightwalkers," Samael spat in their faces.


    The four leaders''s faces fell grim.


    "First of all, there are people joining the Nightwalkers," Samael answered as he shot a look at Therese. "I just did, didn''t I?" He asked as he watched Therese''s smile twitch.


    "Speaking of potential," Samael muttered, luring Arnold''s attention.


    "I think I know what''s best for me. Unlike some, I got to where I am through sheer effort and hard work. I did not possess the resources that could have boosted me beyond everyone else. Yet, here I stand, stronger than most," Samael said as he intently looked at Arnold.


    The man''s face flushed red as veins bulged in his neck, his grip tightening as cracks echoed in the garden.


    "I also know that I''m better off with people who truly know how to fight. I would rather use my fist than hide behind words and their foul meanings," Samael said.


    The leader of the blue hawks smile faded as his jaw clenched.


    "And I also know that money and prestige aren''t the only things that matter. You can''t buy power; you earn it," Samael said as he increased the strength of his voice.


    Rudy''s face fumed in anger as Samael passed by him without care, as though he posed no threat whatsoever.


    "Your tongue is too sharp, boy," Arnold said as his bloodlust flowed out.


    "Perhaps you need a little teaching," Therese added as vines started to sprout under her seat.


    "Knowledge, huh? How about I show you how to truly fight?" Raymond said as the temperature dropped.


    "Enough."


    Like a mad dog, the killing intent of the leaders were swiftly caged as the headmaster''s voice thundered in the area.


    "If student Samael chooses the Nightwalkers, then a Nightwalker he shall become," he said. "I will accept no retaliations or any more threats. Know some shame leaders. These students look up to you," he followed.


    As Samael walked towards Michael''s seat, Rudy''s voice reached his ears.


    "I expected more from you. You disappoint me."


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s face as he whispered back.


    "I''m glad I did."


    A loud crack reverberated in the air as a piece of Rudy''s seat was torn off, leaving particles of wood in his hand.


    "Ah, it seems the seat has not been properly maintained. Fret not, I shall consult some workers to fix it," he said to the headmaster.


    Reaching Michael''s side, the leader of the Nightwalkers could only look at Samael with confusion and uncertainty.


    "Why would you do that?" he asked.


    "Why did I do what?" Samael shot a glance at the man, staring him straight in the eyes.


    "Why would you forsake yourself by joining my family?" Michael asked.


    Samael remained silent for a few seconds. "Do you want the truth or something more pleasing to the ears?"


    Michael, who reeked of alcohol, spoke. "The first one. Why?"


    Samael stared at the students, choosing their families, as he answered. "Because I felt that you were worthy and strong enough to truly teach me something."


    Michael''s eyes widened as he felt the influence of alcohol leave him.


    Worthy.


    Strong.


    What did those words really mean?


    What did Samael see?¡ª What did his other students see in him?


    How was he worthy? How was he strong?


    He wasn''t anyone special. He was a commoner. Someone who was once ambitious. But now he is reduced to nothing but a drunken waste.


    What did they see?


    No. Perhaps it was just a lie to make him feel better. Another wave of unnecessary pity.


    "I''ll give you one more chance, boy. Go and choose a different family. Don''t use your meaningless flatteries on me. It doesn''t make anything better," Michael said.


    Samael remained unmoving. "I meant what I meant. And if you really want me to choose another familia, should I take that as an order, sir?" Samael asked.


    Michael felt as though his tongue had been tied.


    How can he? The last time he gave out orders, a life was lost. Something far more precious than his.


    Power.


    He used to think he was strong. But when he needed that power the most, it failed him. After all, you can''t beat death in a fight. He cannot... He can never bring himself to risk another person''s life. Never again.


    Michael remained silent as he took out a flask containing alcohol before chugging it down in one breath.


    Yes, this was more like it. This is him now. No amount of words can make him chang¡ª


    "I also choose the Nightwalkers."


    Michael hurriedly shot a look at the middle of the classroom, where a boy stood. Like Samael, he stared at Michael as though he could see beyond this awful mess he was.


    The four leaders frowned as they tried to speak up, but the headmaster quickly shut them up with one silent stare.


    As the boy made his way beside Michael, Samael greeted him. "Hey Desmond."


    Desmond gave Samael a brief nod in return as he positioned himself after him.


    Michael''s hand shook as he tried to hastily drink the remaining alcohol in his flask when another voice rang in the field.


    "I also choose the Nightwalkers."


    Michael''s hand trembled as the alcohol in the flask spilled, staining his shaking hands as he watched his reflection on the droplets of liquor winding down his skin.


    He looked like a mess. How can a 30-year-old man look so... lifeless?


    As the third Nightwalker walked up to Samael, he spoke. "Raegan."


    Raegan gave Samael a bow as he stood beside Desmond.


    Michael closed his eyes as he bit his lip.


    He must be hearing things. No! He has to be!


    Yet, as the minutes passed by and the students chose their familias, more and more voices said one phrase.


    "I choose the Nightwalkers."


    Each time it was mentioned, Michael felt shame and fear envelope him. However, as Lilith went into the middle of the field, the four leaders spoke.


    "Surely you''re smarter than most of them."


    "Clearly, a girl of your stature knows best what will suit her."


    "Finally, someone who knows some sense!"


    Listening to the leaders praises, a smile formed on Lilith''s lips as she spoke.


    "I also choose the Nightwalkers."


    Michael felt deaf as he stared at his hands. The image of someone... No, the image of a bright student flashed in his eyes as tears fell on his calloused palms.


    Why him? Why choose him? Just why?! Why must they... give him hope?


    "Sir, please don''t blame yourself..."


    "No, no, no, NO! This can''t be happening!"


    "Sir... sir..."


    "NO! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING!"


    "Please, sir... tell my sister I''m sorry I won''t make it to her birthday."


    "FUCKING SHUT UP! JUST... STOP!"


    "Will you promise, sir?"


    "You''ll tell her yourself! We''ll get you fixed, just... stay awake!"


    "I feel sleepy, sir."


    "No, no, no! Stay with me!"


    "Sir..."


    "...What?"


    "I don''t want to die..."


    "Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Wake up! NO! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE MEDICS?!"


    "WAKE UP! FUCKING¡ªARGHHHHH!!!"


    "WHY?! WHY MUST HE DIE?! JUST... why?"


    "What did he do to deserve this...?"


    Michael felt his tears flow uncontrollably as his body shook without stop.


    "It''s my fault. I''m sorry... I''m sorry..."


    "Let''s go, Michael! There''s a monster wave coming our way! WE HAVE TO GO!"


    "I-I..."


    "NOW!"


    Did he really deserve to lead? After what happened?


    "I seem to remember..." The headmaster said in a low voice, luring Michael''s attention.


    "I seem to remember a kid who shone amongst the rest, and I also remembered a man who was everything that kid could have asked for," he said as he looked at Michael.


    "Will you really deny his one true wish?" he asked.


    Michael clenched his jaw as the same words echoed inside his head.


    "I believe you are strong, sir. That''s why I chose you. I think you are the most worthy because you''ve worked harder than anyone to reach where you are now."


    Tightening his grip, Michael wiped away the tears as he straightened his back and glanced at the headmaster.


    "Don''t you think you''ve mourned enough?" he asked as he winked.


    A small smile made its way to Michael''s lips as he took a deep breath.


    Perhaps it''s time to try again. Perhaps it''s time to stop this pathetic display.


    "Yeah, he would have scolded me if he saw me today," Michael whispered.


    "Did you say anything, sir?" Raegan asked, his brows furrowed.


    Michael looked at the nightwalkers.


    "I said I''m going to work you to your bones."


    A small, imperceptible smile made its way to Samael''s face.


    "Is that an order, sir?" he asked.


    Michael shook his head as he smiled.


    "Yes, that''s an order."

 CH107-A test

    The crowd fell silent, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads as they secretly watched the faces of the other four leaders fume in rage.


    The first was Samael. A talent this world has yet to see. Someone who could reach insane heights and bring victory It was already bad that he rejected them and humiliated them, but now Lilith, another prodigy with strong backing from the likes of their families, if not more, chose the Nightwalkers too.


    They have heard rumors of their relationship, but to think it was true sent fury in their veins. Her talent was wasted in such a place, and so was her status as a noble!


    Rudy rose up, his face flushed red as he opened his mouth, when a cold chill sent shivers down his spine. Slowly casting a glance beside him, he saw the icy gaze of the headmaster staring at his soul.


    Zipping his lips shut, he sat down. Seeing this, Samael smirked. Even lions can be tamed with fear. This is why power is the only true currency.


    Meanwhile, Lilith made her way towards the Nightwalkers, where she stood beside Samael.


    As the students continued, she secretly extended her finger, touching his warm skin; her cheeks stained a shade of pink as she turned her face away, as though nothing was happening.


    Samael''s lips curled as he brushed her hand with his before taking them in his grasp, enveloping her in his warmth.


    Lilith''s face was painted with a rosy hue as she squeezed tighter. However, she remained looking away, her embarrassment chewing through her.


    She was just playing around, but Samael took it without a second thought. This man!


    This did not go unnoticed by others, even Michael, who could only smile and shake his head. It seems he had some things to make clear.


    As the choosing came to an end, the headmaster went forward to deliver the final speeches.


    "Once again, congratulations, my dear students!" He screamed as the kids erupted in a mighty round of applause.


    "There may have been some who were not chosen, but that is okay. That does not define you. Fear not, for the professors will try their best to make sure you do not get left behind."


    Looking at the kids beside their families''s, he resumed.


    "As for those who have been chosen and have chosen, I know of the hardships you endured, and your determination has led you to this very moment. With that, you have my praise."


    "But remember! Do not let your arrogance consume you. You may have won today, but that does not make you any better than the rest. From here on, it is another race to the top."


    "Once again, congratulations! Be proud! Celebrate! Classes will begin in two days. Till then, explore and make yourselves at home." The headmaster gave the students a nod before his figure vanished.


    For a moment, there was silence. Then loud cheers thundered in the garden as the students cheered and threw their fists in the air. They''ve made it, and that''s what mattered.


    After that, they all went on their own ways and groups. Some decided to explore while others went to eat. However, those with their own familias had other things to tend to before they can go.


    When the students were finally gone, the leaders stood up as they rounded up their students. However, their hostile gazes and occasional jabs did not go unnoticed by Samael.


    "Pay them no mind. They''ve always been like that; you''ll learn to ignore them eventually," Michael said.


    "I thought this place was equal. Turns out you can''t get rid of prejudice and hatred," Samael said.


    "Sad, but I have to agree," Michael said before turning to his new Nightwalkers.


    "Nightwalkers!" He roared, prompting the students to line up and subconsciously straighten their backs.


    "I know there are many things on your mind¡ªquestions you wish to ask and expectations you are looking forward to. I''ll try my best to answer all of them. Now, I haven''t done this in a long time, so we''ll have to break some backs and make things work." Michael paced around. "Now, to reintroduce myself, I am Michael. Just Michael. I''m no noble, and some think that''s laughable. But that''s more reason to prove them wrong."


    Slamming his fist over the sigil on his cloak, he resumed. "I am the leader of the Nightwalkers. But what does being a nightwalker mean? It means we don''t back away from a fight! Unlike the rest, who specialize in certain aspects of being an echo, such as Elemental control or body enhancement, my familia specializes in one thing."


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    Michael halted his steps as he stared at each and every one of his students.


    "Survival."


    "I will teach you ways on how to survive. I will make you strong enough to fend off both humans and beasts alike. Whether it be wilderness training or general combat, I''ll help you. That''s because I believe true power is a culmination of all those things," he said.


    Raegan raised his hand, prompting Michael to look at him.


    "Go on," Michael said.


    Raegan nodded. "But why are we dubbed Nightwalkers?"


    A smile made its way to Michael''s face. "That''s because we walk in the dark so others can stay in the light. We handle the dangers the night offers without flinching all so that people can sleep comfortably without the threat of death looming in the shadows. That''s because of us."


    "Now, shall we go to our humble abode?"


    ***


    Unlike most of the familias, the Nightwalkers base was located in the wilderness outside of Tera. It is connected through a portal in the school, allowing the students to go back and forth as needed.


    Now, this might come across as rather hazardous, and it is. However, the base is hidden, and only the headmaster knows its location. Not to mention, the base is equipped with enough defensive countermeasures to take down beasts of great caliber.


    As the light of the teleporter faded, the students fell on their knees as they hungered for air. Some ran fast as they emptied the contents of their stomachs. Lilith herself had to take a second, as she felt extremely nauseous.


    Samael swiftly held her hair back, keeping it behind in case she threw up, as he constantly massaged her back.


    "Are you okay?" Samael asked.


    Lilith forced a smile as she took one deep breath. "I''ll be fine. Thank you."


    "Don''t force yourself. It happens to everyone." Samael swiped away the strand of hair near Lilith''s lips, his finger brushing against her as her face flushed crimson.


    However, a voice soon broke them out of their stupor.


    "Aren''t you two enjoying this too much?" Michael asked.


    Samael stepped back, allowing the girl to straighten her back as she tidied herself.


    "Now, I know you too are in a relationship. Frankly, we all do. But please keep such things private... AND! avoid any form of sexual intercourse!" Michael followed.


    Lilith''s entire face fumed red. "H-how vulgar! W-we won''t do such things... yet," she said, her voice slowly turning to a whisper.


    Samael couldn''t help but chuckle. "He''s teasing you."


    Lilith''s face beamed brighter as she tried to look unfazed.


    "Alright, that''s enough jokes. Follow me, students," Michael said as he went ahead.


    The path forward was quite special. They passed by an old stone path that led to a giant stronghold. There were also a couple barriers set in place, but Samael could feel the presence of monsters outside.


    As they arrived, the Nightwalkers couldn''t help but gasp at the sight of the majestic stronghold.


    It almost looked like a castle, but it had a specific aura. Something only a home can have.


    "Welcome to Hallstone, our base of operations," Michael said as he went in.


    The place inside was large. It kind of resembled the old medieval castles you see in books¡ªthe kind people used before the arrival of the abominations.


    There is also a large stairway leading to the areas above, where most of the rooms were located. Michael gave them permission to roam around and choose their rooms. As such, Samael went ahead to pick one.


    Taking the opportunity, Lilith looked around before quietly trailing him.


    Sensing her presence, Samael chuckled as he turned around a corner. Seeing this, Lilith hastily followed, only to bump into him standing before her.


    "Caught you," Samael whispered.


    Lilith''s cheeks were tainted in a beautiful shade of pink as her heart violently thumped in her chest.


    "How did you know I was following you?" She asked.


    "You''re not exactly the stealth type," Samael answered.


    "T-That''s cheating!" Lilith blurted out as she evaded his gaze.


    "Oh? How so?" Samael asked. He was enjoying every moment of it. Her troubled expression and the way she tried to find reasons were irresistibly cute.


    Left with nowhere to go, Lilith broke free of Samael''s grasp as she turned around. "That''s a secret!"


    Taking a glance over her shoulders, Lilith spoke. Her eyes held a mischievous glint. "Or maybe I let you catch me!"


    Samael chuckled as he shook his head. "I suppose so."


    "Well then! I''ll go now," she said before dashing away.


    As she reached the other side, she hugged the wall as she held her face, trying to calm her racing heart as a giggle escaped her lips.


    Smiling to himself, Samael went on to explore the long corridor. Eventually, he arrived at a room of his liking.


    Opening it, he went in. Inside was a simple bed with a wardrobe beside it. There was also a wooden desk ahead and a chair accompanying it.


    The room was a little dusty, but that was all there was to it.


    Sitting down, he sighed. It has been a good day. However, before he could even rest, a bell rang throughout the base, prompting him to go into the lobby, where the others awaited.


    "What''s going on, sir?" Desmond asked.


    "Well, I gathered all of you here for one simple reason," Michael said.


    "What would that be?" Raegan asked.


    "To test you," Michael said as the students were ejected outside without warning


    .


    Looking ahead, a large abomination crawled from the darkness, sending them in a state of panic and fear.


    "The test is simple. Kill it," Michael said as he sat down.


    "Oh yeah, don''t kill it by yourself, Samael," he followed.


    Samael gave a nod as he stared at the creature. By his standards, it was pretty weak. However, for these students, who have yet to face such a beast, it was surely a frightening experience.


    "Now! Don''t freeze up! Do you want to get mauled to death?" Michael asked.


    The students swallowed hard as they unsheathed their weapons.


    "Remember, this is a team fight. You don''t have to do everything on your own," Michael said.


    With one mighty roar, the beast billowed forward, its steps shaking the earth.


    As it approached, Raegan clenched his jaw as he dashed forward with one mighty war cry.


    As his fist connected, a loud bang thundered in the field. But his eyes widened as the beast simply swiped at him. Fortunately, Samael dragged him back in time.


    "Lilith! Push it back!" Samael screamed.


    Lilith nodded as she channeled chaos energy forward, knocking the beast a few steps back. But this made the abomination focus on her as it charged relentlessly.


    Unable to react on time, Lilith braced. Michael swiftly went up when Samael''s figure vanished.


    Before the eyes of the students, the formidable opponent they were facing blew up into smaller pieces; it''s blood staining the earth.


    Michael sighed as he went to assist the kids.


    "That right there was an abomination," he said, luring the attention of the frightened kids.


    "Out there, there are thousands, if not millions, of them. They destroy everything and kill anything that moves. They listen to no reason and only answer to one thing: death," Michael resumed.


    "Now, I ask you this: Are you still willing to fight?"


    The students gritted their teeth as they stood up one by one.


    "Good. For now, we rest. Tomorrow, we train."

 CH108-Abominations and humans.

    The second day at the hallstone base was nothing short of lively, as the Nightwalkers were woken early by the blaring sounds of the sirens.


    Samael shot a glance inside the castle as he peacefully took a bite off of the dried meat he took from his dragon hoard remnant.


    He woke up early, like every other day, and took a swift breakfast. Perhaps it was his body that was unable to break the habit. In the wilderness, every second counts. He has to take every moment to sleep or eat whenever he can.


    With his keen ears, Samael could hear the distant panic of the students being woken from their slumber. Surely the picking ceremony yesterday was tiresome, but it seems Sir Michael does not care.


    One by one, the sleepy Nightwalkers walked out of the stronghold, lining up neatly as they waited for Michael to arrive.


    Samael threw the last piece of dried meat in his mouth as he rose up and stood amongst the students. On cue, Michael walked out of Hallstone.


    "At ease," he said as the students calmed down.


    "Now, I''m not exactly the type to waste time. So here''s what will happen," he followed.


    "On your stay here, we''ll focus on getting you used to killing beasts... and fighting humans," he said.


    "How? Well, I''ll train you to the best of my ability in multiple aspects. Mainly, these lessons will ensure you''re used to fighting these monsters, meaning you''ll know how to approach, strike, and kill them." Michael crossed his arms as he continued.


    "Now, I''ll also try to enhance your proficiency with your element¡ªnot in the way of manipulating them but synching it with how you fight. Element alone is useless without the appropriate combat abilities," he said.


    "Now, I''ll also mentor you in weapon mastery, and I know some of you don''t use tools, so I''ll teach you hand-to-hand combat to compensate," Michael followed.


    "So which one are we supposed to do today, sir?" Desmond asked.


    "Well, those with weak constitutions, mainly those that rely on their element too much, will focus on strengthening their physical fitness. Those that are already strong enough will follow me," he said.


    For a moment, the students remained silent. "What are you waiting for? Run!" Michael roared as the casters hastily dashed.


    "I want you guys to keep running until you drop," he said.


    "Now, you guys follow me," he beckoned as he went towards the back of the hallstone. There stood a large coliseum-like structure.


    "This place is known as the box. This is where I train my students, as this place is fashioned for one purpose alone: to become stronger," Michael introduced.


    "For now, you guys will train with me, as fighting abominations is a little way above you guys," Michael said.


    "Now, bear arms and charge at me. It''s time to see what you''re made of," Michael said. "Oh, you''ll be last, Samael," he added.


    The students, unsure at first, unsheathed their weapons. However, none had the guts to step forward and initiate combat.


    Michael''s eyes narrowed. "If you''re not going, then I''ll come to you."


    The students eyes widened as Michael''s figure billowed forward, sending a dust cloud back as he shot through the wind like an arrow.


    Without mercy, he tackled a female student named Elise; she wielded the element of water and used a rapier.


    Using nothing but his raw strength, Michael threw her away before dashing towards a boy named Edgar, a spear user of the fire element.


    Edgar clenched his jaw as he blindly thrusted multiple times. However, Michael simply propelled himself up, avoiding the plethora of stabs with ease as he appeared behind him and kicked him forward.


    Now, the first to make a move was Desmond, as he channeled his courage. Using his unique eyes, he slammed his hand against the ground, where a veil of dark fog devoured the arena.


    Using the distraction, he dashed towards Michael, the edge of his dagger aiming for his throat. Unfortunately, the Saint was not an easy target, as he effortlessly caught the blade and deflected it, surprising the boy.


    Taking advantage of his confusion, Michael swept him off his feet before delivering a stomp down and knocking him out cold.


    Now, there are currently six students in the box. While five others were making laps in the hallstone yard,.


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    The six students in the box were Samael, Desmond, Raegan, Edgar, Elise, and Lilith.


    Realizing the severity of the situation, the remaining students, Raegan and Lilith, exchanged glances before the girl sent a wave of chaos forward.


    Michael''s eyes narrowed as he raised his hand and slashed it with a knife. With one word, a jet of blood stemmed from his palm, forming a shield that blocked out the chaos.


    "Blood sphere."


    The two elements collided with utter destruction as the chaos energy was deflected back, causing the floor to slowly break apart like dust being swept by the wind. Meanwhile, the blood shield remained steadfast.


    But much to Michael''s surprise, Lilith smiled when she retracted the chaos wave without warning.


    From behind the curtain of destruction, Raegan appeared behind Michael as he sent his fist forward. But Michael simply dove down and threw a back kick, sending the boy flying.


    "That''s enough," he said as Lilith exhaled.


    "Your performance is... normal for beginners," he said.


    "Now, don''t be discouraged. What happened is a normal reaction when fighting stronger foes. But Lilith and Raegan, you two have done well to keep calm under pressure and team up," he praised.


    "Now, while individual strength is important, it is also crucial to understand that you are not alone," he said.


    "Now, Desmond," he called as the kid brushed back his hair and shook his head. Clearly, he was still shaken, as he had just woken up.


    "Your use of the darkness element is great. However, there are parts that can be improved. One mistake you made was directly coming for me after deploying a veil. This allowed me to predict your attack as I already had an idea where you were earlier," he said. Desmond nodded in reply.


    "Now, Elise, fear is a normal emotion we feel when facing an opponent. However, we must never freeze in the face of danger. That will cost you and everyone relying on you,'' Michael said as the girl apologized.


    "Edgar, while you were able to overcome fear and fight back, your display of bravery is flawed. You blindly attacked me without even being aware of your surroundings. What if you hit an ally?" Michael asked.


    "Now, pick your weapons up; we''ll continue," Michael said.


    ***


    When the sky had turned orange and the wind had gotten colder, Lilith and the rest were finally given rest as Michael finally ended their lessons.


    "Reflect on what I said. For now, rest," he said before shooting a glance at Samael.


    "Your turn," he said.


    Samael rose up as he approached the middle of the box.


    "Now, I know you''re extremely skilled in fighting monsters. I''ve heard of your feats and have done my research," he followed.


    "I know you''re extremely familiar with abominations and have had your fair share of them, so I''ll spare you the trouble."


    "However, the same does not apply for people," Michael said as he drew a long, slender blade.


    "Arm yourself," he said, his demeanor sharp and focused, prompting the students to feel a shiver run down their spines.


    Samael remained calm as he extended his arm and unsheathed Crimson Raven, rotating it in his hand as it landed on his shoulder. Following his instincts, Samael lowered his body as he fell to his stance.


    "How unique," Michael said as he observed Samael''s form.


    In one breath, Samael grasped the earth as he shot forward. With the help of his hand dragging him ahead, Samael jetted through the wind.


    Michael swiftly drew his blade forward as the sound of steel clashing against steel thundered in the box.


    Massive shockwaves shook the place as Samael rotated and threw a high kick, prompting Michael to jerk his blade to the side.


    Using his momentum, Samael threw his arm forward and chanted.


    "Abyss spikes."


    Michael''s eyes narrowed as he disengaged and jumped back, narrowly avoiding the myriad of onyx-black spikes erupting from the earth.


    However, he didn''t idly stand by as he slashed multiple times, each slash sending a wave of blood towards Samael.


    Reacting fast, Samael weaved and flipped back as he dodged the first two blood slashes before he threw multiple Void cleaves, evening the fight.


    Now, there was distance once again.


    "Your fighting style isn''t bad. It is suited for killing beasts but also works well for humans," Michael praised.


    "However, your ferocity is weak," he said as his figure vanished.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he ducked, barely avoiding the sharp edge of Michael''s blade passing above him.


    Clenching his jaw, Samael threw a swift slash back, forcing Michael to deflect the attack as Samael jumped back.


    "That''s what I mean. You''re too defensive. It does not suit your unpredictability," Michael said.


    Samael gritted his teeth as he looked at his axe.


    "Remember, Samael, humans are different from beasts and yet the same," Michael said as he circled the kid.


    "Unlike abominations, humans, most especially those you will face in the future, have the ability to think under pressure! They can find ways to exploit your weakness!" He said.


    "So don''t let them think! Fight!" Michael roared.


    Samael tightened his grip as his hand morphed black. Crimson Raven slowly warped its appearance as red miasma filled the grounds.


    Michael smiled as he looked at Samael''s demeanor. He was improving yet again.


    "Come!" Michael said as he raised his blade.


    Samael swiftly dropped to his stance as he slung his axe on his shoulder and grasped the earth with his other hand, his body nearly hugging the ground.


    With one breath, Samael''s figure blasted forward, shattering the ground with his strength as he flashed forward.


    Michael smirked as he grasped his blade and smeared it with blood.


    "Blood flame!"


    Before everyone''s eyes, the surface of the weapon gleamed red.


    As the two collided, an ear-shattering explosion shook the box as sparks rained down.


    However, Michael took initiative as he redirected Samael''s blade to the side before slashing multiple times with great speed.


    Samael, reacting fast, dashed back as he blocked the incoming strikes.


    "More! Be more aggressive! Can''t you see?! I''m pushing you back!" Michael roared.


    Channeling his strength, Samael stopped his feet in place as he went blow after blow with the saint. The sparks of their blade casting shadows on the wall of the training grounds.


    Pushing further, Samael took a step forward as he increased his speed even more, forcing the man to take a step back.


    However, Michael went ahead and completely disengaged, throwing Samael off as he bounced back and stabbed forward.


    Samael halted his movements as he felt the cold steel of Michael''s blade in his neck.


    "While I urge you to be more aggressive, that doesn''t mean to mindlessly attack. Think, Samael, think," he said as he drew and unsheathed his blade back.


    "Nonetheless, good job," he said.

 CH109-By the neck.

    The following days within Hallstone were the same. The students were up early and training the moment the golden hue of the sun greeted the horizon.


    It started with the weaker Nightwalkers in their run and ended with everyone exhausted beyond belief by night. However, to make things harder, they were in charge of cleaning not only the house but their clothes as well. They were also to provide for themselves by cooking their own meals and catching their own prey.


    Samael watched Raegan and the rest sweat profusely as they all stood in a formation, carefully circling around Michael with their blades ready.


    "Good, coordination is a good key to beating abominations," he said.


    The students secretly glanced at each other as Desmond swiftly deployed a veil of darkness. Taking advantage of this, Lilith willed forth chaos energy to close in the distance towards Michael.


    Michael''s brows furrowed as he felt the darkness shift. Pivoting with his foot, he jerked his arm back, striking the position of the decoy, only to realize it was a fluke.


    Behind him, a plethora of flaming stabs burst forward, forcing Michael to dodge and gain distance. But the students were not letting him do that as Elise blasted forward with a series of water slashes that formed steam in correlation with Edgar''s element.


    Michael smirked as he added a bit more speed in an attempt to exit the darkness veil, but Desmond kept on chasing after him and redeploying the spell, caging him.


    "Then I''ll just aim for you!" Michael roared as he jetted towards Desmond.


    However, Desmond swiftly merged with the darkness; in his stead came out Raegan, who sent a heavy steel-infused punch forward.


    Michael raised his hand as the two collided, creating a large explosion.


    Raegan took offense as he punched, kicked, and elbowed the man. Unfortunately, it did not go through, as Michael was simply too strong.


    But this time, Lilith sent a surge of chaos matter towards the man, forcing him to take defensive countermeasures against two opponents.


    "It seems it''s time to go even further!" Michael said as he tripled his strength, surprising Raegan as he was pushed back.


    Desmond swiftly charged in from the shadows, slashing at random before diving back into the depths of the darkness.


    Edgar, on the other hand, kept Michael at bay, not letting him go any further. Elise did the same, cornering their instructor.


    Michael smiled as he brought his hands close.


    "It seems you guys have grown stronger. Unfortunately, it''s not enough!" He said.


    "Scatter."


    In between his palms, a small sphere of blood gathered, hovering in the air as he threw it on the ground.


    Before the students could do anything, the blood sphere splattered everywhere, forming spikes that hovered inches from their necks.


    "This battle is over," Michael said.


    The students slumped down as they caught their breath, their sweat drenching their clothes.


    They have been fighting for days now. Each time ending in their loss. It was like, no matter what they did, Michael would find ways to overcome them.


    But they couldn''t stop the smile from leaving their lips. For the first time, they managed to force him to use his element.


    "Your tactics are improving. It seems you guys have been doing some evaluation," Michael said.


    "Using your numbers and taking advantage of the confusion was a clever move. It would work most of the time against less sentient abominations," he followed.


    "That being said, the aggression was a good way to overcome me, but don''t exhaust yourself too fast. You don''t know if there will be more than you can handle," he said.


    "Nonetheless, you forced me to use my element. That''s a job well done. Go, rest," he said before looking at Samael.


    "Your turn again," he beckoned as he drew his blade.


    Samael nodded as he rose up and stretched his body.


    Reaching outwards, Samael grabbed Crimson Raven''s hilt as he unsheathed the axe, a river of red miasma spreading in the field.


    "Quite annoying, as always," Michael said as he immediately coated his blade with blood before igniting it.


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    This week alone was enough for Samael to improve to great heights. It was like he was a sponge, just absorbing everything Michael taught him.


    To make things even more fascinating, he only needed one or two tries to fully incorporate the teachings. Although it wasn''t perfect from the start, it was a huge improvement.


    Now, he cannot take him lightly and must use at least 80% of his power to keep him in check. But the same comment cannot be made if the boy uses everything.


    "Come, show me what you have," Michael said.


    Samael cracked his neck as his figure blasted forward, shattering the arena as he closed the distance quickly.


    Michael smirked as he used the same technique as earlier to deploy spikes toward Samael. However, the boy simply nimbly made his way around them.


    Reaching the appropriate distance, Samael slashed a dozen times, his hand leaving a few afterimages.


    Michael blocked the attacks in return; some he deflected, causing further destruction.


    But instead of backing away, Michael slammed his foot on the ground, shattering it and making it harder to move on.


    "Now what will you do?" Michael taunted.


    Samael frowned when an idea came to mind.


    Raising his finger, Samael chanted.


    "Void fire."


    A plethora of black bullets billowed forward, making Michael cuss as he deployed a blood barrier.


    Multiple ear-shattering explosions shook the entirety of the stadium as the ground was pulverized, flattening it.


    Having the path laid before him, Samael dived forward as he launched a series of Void Claws.


    "Damn boy!" Michael roared as he laughed.


    Multiple blood waves followed closely as the two elements collided, causing shockwaves to course through the earth. But Michael knew well enough that he was in a losing position as Samael''s cleave was far too potent and fast.


    This time, he charged forward, forcing Samael on the defensive.


    "Dance!" Michael said as he slashed multiple times in a second.


    Samael clenched his jaw as he spoke.


    "Hover blades."


    Samael swiftly jumped up, landing on Michael''s blade and surprising him as he used it to propel himself before rotating mid-air and sending the Void blades forward.


    Michael hastily bought his sword as he deflected the three daggers away. But this was enough time for Samael to distance himself.


    As he landed, he wasted no time and fell right on his stance, using his entire body to launch himself towards the man at speed that even Michael found mind boggling.


    Michael bent his body sideways as Samael''s blade went right past his face. But like a spring, the boy was not done yet as he recoiled back.


    Michael slammed his blade into the ground as a wall of blood rose from beneath, blocking his advance and shattering it in the process.


    However, Samael smirked as he spoke.


    "Abyss spikes."


    Michael''s eyes widened as the ground beneath him gave up, along with the myriad of onyx black spikes stemming from within.


    Slamming his foot down, he launched himself into the air when four Void cleaves barreled towards him.


    "Shit!" Michael said as he chanted.


    "Blood whip!"


    Michael whipped his arm as a red chain shot forward, crashing against all the Void cleaves and changing their trajectories.


    Whipping it back, he hauled it towards Samael.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed as he nimbly weaved around the whip before exploding into a flock of ravens.


    "You can do that?!" Michael roared as he spattered blood in the air.


    "Let''s see you dodge this!"


    "Blood rain."


    The wave of blood swiftly dispersed in the air, forming small needle-like crimson spikes that rained down.


    Samael hastily merged back as he spoke.


    "Void Aegis!"


    A circular, dark shield formed from Samael''s hand, shielding him from the rain of blood. However, he''s also lost his momentum and is now free-falling.


    Landing on the ground, a smoke screen was stirred, hiding him from sight.


    "You''re not the only one with such skills," Samael said.


    "Needle rain."


    Similar to Michael''s ability, Samael summoned a rain of Void needles, making the latter cuss as he deployed a shield wall.


    Taking the opportunity, Samael dashed forward, as he said.


    "Void bind."


    From the depths, a series of black chains extended up, latching onto Michael''s body.


    Samael swiftly closed the range as he swung downward. But before he could do anything, Michael chanted.


    "Explosive blood."


    The blood in his blade glew bright as he stared at Samael with a smirk.


    "Gotcha."


    A loud explosion shook the box as Samael was thrown back, his body landing on the hard floor and caving it.


    When the dust settled, Samael sat up as he brushed the dust off his clothes, his Void skin shattered along with a couple shallow wounds.


    "Sorry for that," Michael said as he helped him get up.


    "You''re becoming stronger by the day," he praised.


    "Although you are lacking in some areas of human combat, I believe you''ll get around it. Just continue as you are now, and you''ll eventually get through," he said.


    "A piece of advice: never ever think your opponent is defeated unless you have them by the throat," Michael said before leaving.


    ***


    Samael sighed as he made his way back to Hallstone, where he saw Lilith walking in the hall.


    Following the girl, Samael jumped at her.


    "Hey," Samael said.


    Lilith recoiled back as she released a soft scream.


    "It''s me! It''s me!" Samael said as he chuckled.


    Lilith''s brows furrowed as her lips pursed forward.


    Samael came closer as he reached out, only for Lilith to back away defensively.


    This time, Samael frowned.


    "Hey, I didn''t mean it," he said.


    "It''s not that," Lilith said.


    "Then...?" Samael''s brows arched.


    "Well... I''m sweaty," she murmured.


    Samael chuckled as he continued to advance, forcing Lilith into the corner as she raised her hand to create space.


    However, Samael grabbed them gently as he raised them beside her, leaving her no escape.


    Without shame, he brought his face closer to hers. Lilith jerked her head away, avoiding eye contact as her cheeks flushed crimson.


    Teasing her further, Samael rested his head on her neck as he exhaled, causing her to tremble in his grasp.


    "You smell sweet," he said.


    Samael could feel Lilith''s body become even hotter as her entire face and even ears glew red.


    He found fun in teasing her like this. But now? He felt the urge to claim her lips.


    Bringing his face to hers, Samael made Lilith look in his eyes, where the girl melted.


    Gently, he laid his lips on hers, conquering what was his.


    Their kiss lasted for nearly a minute before Samael broke apart. Staring into each other''s eyes, they hungered for air and for more.


    However, Samael heard footsteps coming their way.


    "I''ll see you later at dinner," Samael said. Lilith gave a quiet nod in return.


    With that, Samael left with haste.


    Looking at her hand, Lilith could still feel Samael''s warm grip. However, she also felt scared, as she could feel her body want more.


    That man was simply driving her insane.

 CH110-Elemental invocation

    "I cannot believe such a bastard made it inside the academy, father!" Rudy roared.


    "Watch your tone, boy," Kairos said.


    Rudy swallowed as he fixed his suit. "I''m sorry. But my opinion remains."


    Kairos sighed. "I understand how you are feeling. He is a disrespectful, annoying son of a bitch... But he has powerful backing."


    "Not only does the guild support him, but so does the Flamebright family," Kairos resumed.


    "So we''re supposed to let this disrespect slide?" Rudy asked in utter disbelief.


    Kairos shot a look over the window of his office as he leaned back. "No. Of course we won''t. I already have a few things set in motion. Just do as you have to and I''ll handle the rest," he replied.


    Rudy sighed as he fixed his hair. "I understand. I will take my leave now, father."


    Kairos watched the busy manor below as a knight came in.


    "I have returned, sir," the knight said.


    "Is everything going smoothly?" Kairos asked.


    "Yes, sir. We have received the shipments, and only the newly added cargo has yet to arrive," the knight announced.


    "Good," Kairos said as he massaged his beard.


    "Do as planned once it arrives," he said as he shot a glance at the knight. "And do not make a mistake."


    The knight felt a cold bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as he hastily nodded. "Y-yes sir."


    When the knight left, the butler of the family came in. "What should we do, master?"


    "I want you to send some men to dispose of the Knights once they''re done," Kairos ordered.


    "Will that be all, master?" The butler asked.


    "Please get me some coffee," Kairos added.


    ***


    Like usual, the students were up early. It has been nearly two weeks now since their arrival here, and the improvements are starting to show.


    Firstly, the weaker Nightwalkers that had to run in the morning and spend most of their time strengthening their bodies finally joined training. Due to this, there was some slight disarray as Lilith and the rest were unable to cooperate with them. A rather expected result.


    Because of this, Michael had to start from zero. Luckily, due to the experience of the first learners, they were able to grasp things quickly.


    But with such things came another announcement.


    After some time of training as a whole, Michael finally revealed a new structure. The implementation of roles.


    Michael knew that some students were simply not built for combat. Although they can learn, it does not suit them well. So he played roles.


    He separated the class into a few groups. First was the reconnaissance team, which was in charge of capturing intelligence from the battlefield and distributing it to the group. The members involved here were three people. Namely, Desmond, Alex, and Rhian.


    Most of the reconnaissance group was composed of the newly introduced students. Alex, who wielded the element of vibration, was suited greatly for the job as he was able to detect and determine the source of tremors. Meanwhile, Rhian wielded the element of earth. A rather unlikely element for such a task, but it wouldn''t if one knew her ability. Rhian has the ability to "converse" with rocks in a way that she can see what they see. However, it is not indefinite, as she has her limits.


    Now, the second group is labeled the emergency response team. They are in charge of giving out quick relief aid and prioritizing health and safety. The group also consists of three people. Namely, Elise, who eventually recognized the potential of her element for healing; Sabbath, a wielder of the element of lightning, which allows her to speed up the regeneration of a person; and lastly, Sergio, who is bestowed with the element of metal. But unlike Raegan, he specializes in defensive countermeasures and barriers.


    The final group was named the Quick Reaction Force. The team consists of five members. Their job was to contain, exterminate, and assist as fast as they could. They are to arrive on the scene without delay and provide firepower to finish their objectives.


    As such, the members are well versed in combat and are strong by nature. These are: Samael, an experienced watcher capable of killing beasts most people only dream of; Lilith, the chaos witch and a figure respected by many; Raegan, a commoner who wields the element of metal and has the spirit of a warrior. Next is Edgar, a spear user of the fire element, and lastly, Claire, a proficient caster of the wind element.


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    Now, due to the separation of the teams, Michael has devised a new schedule. All the members were to undergo training in the morning for general combat knowledge, and when noon came, they tended to their specific team objectives.


    The recon team did multiple information gathering runs, information handling, and information dissemination lessons. While the quick-aid team studied the ways of first aid, emergency response, and crowd manipulation, On the other hand, Samael''s team did, as usual, fight.


    Now, the Nightwalkers had begun to ease in and finally be comfortable. This brought harmony to Hallstone and great joy to Michael. To him, the students were family. And to see them treat each other as such was enough.


    Meanwhile, Samael''s lessons were going great. He is excelling and thriving even higher under Michael''s teaching. While Ajax taught him how to survive in the wild, Michael taught him how to survive in society and on the battlefield.


    Slowly but surely, Samael was starting to improve his fighting style. He is now able to force out roughly 50% of the saint''s full power. Due to this, Michael decided it was time for another valuable lesson.


    "Elemental invocation?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, it will be a skill you''ll benefit greatly from," Michael replied.


    "What does it do?" Samael inquired.


    "Well, both you and I know what combat is. It is when we try to inflict harm upon our foes, may it be in hand-to-hand battles or ranged. However, most new echoes often separate their use of their elements in a way that they feel that they must disengage before casting," Michael explained.


    "This isn''t optimal as it forms a distance between you and your enemy. Not only that, but this allows the other party enough time to react and defend themselves against your skills," he resumed as he beckoned Samael to stand up.


    "To put this into perspective, I''ll demonstrate two actions, and I want you to defend yourself," Michael said.


    Samael nodded as he braced.


    Michael swiftly dashed in as he threw a myriad of punches and kicks, all of which were deflected by Samael. Using one of his kicks momentum, he propelled himself back and shot a blood arrow towards Samael.


    Reacting fast, he swiveled left and down, avoiding the arrow before he dashed forward to counter.


    However, this time, Michael attacked once more, facing Samael straight on as they traded blows when the professor grabbed Samael and shot his knee upwards. At the same time, a blood spike ascended from beneath him, prompting Samael''s eyes to widen as he tried to dodge away. But the attack stopped before it struck him.


    Michael let go of the boy. "See what I mean?"


    Samael nodded. If that was a real fight, that spike would have left a nasty gash in his ribs.


    "That''s the power of elemental invocation¡ªthe ability to use elements in the middle of battle," Michael said.


    "As I teach you how to do it, you''ll also learn how to expect it," he resumed.


    "Now, this skill is often found in people of the Saint ranks and above, as they often have enough elemental proficiency to use it. But I have no doubt you''ll be able to grasp it in no time," he said.


    "Using your element in combat might seem easy, but you''ll find it quite challenging to separate your mind between fighting and casting."


    "So first, I''ll have you train it with three skills," Michael said.


    "Choose," he beckoned.


    Samael fell into contemplation before he nodded.


    "If you''re done, I will leave you on your own. Take this; it will reveal a hidden feature in the box that will greatly aid your training. Consult me when you''re ready," he said before he left.


    The skills he chose were Void Cleave, Void Claw, and Abyss Spikes. The reason he chose them was that he felt he would greatly benefit from mastering them, as they suit his close combat style.


    Looking at the dummies, Samael remembered what Michael showed and said.


    The man said that it was the ability to use your element while in combat. But that will mean he must fight someone.


    Perhaps...?


    Looking at the device in his palm, Samael clicked it.


    On cue, Samael could feel the ground shake as a wall in the far corner of the box started to open, revealing a hidden pathway.


    In the darkness, Samael saw an abomination slowly approach the light.


    It walked on all fours and resembled a bear, except its jaw was extremely deformed as it opened in four different ways, kind of like a worm''s mouth.


    "I see..." Samael muttered as he put the item inside his dragon horde remnant.


    Looking at the beast, the abominations snarled at Samael as it slowly circled him. But Samael did not fear, as his mind was consumed by his thoughts.


    He was currently thinking of ways to use the ability to mid-fight when the beast pounced at him with one mighty roar. Breaking him from his stupor.


    Samael swiftly evaded the wide slash of the monster as he stepped in to deliver a fatal blow when his eyes widened.


    Halting his steps, Samael dashed back.


    He almost ended the fight early.


    Looking at the creature, it once again opened its mouth as it lunged at Samael''s face, intending to rip it off.


    Reacting fast, Samael dove down as he limited his strength and speed before throwing an uppercut.


    The beast jerked its head to the side as it swung at Samael''s torso, which he blocked, throwing him a couple steps back.


    Samael couldn''t help but frown.


    The beast charged in once more as it slammed its razor-sharp claws down. However, it struck nothing but air as Samael dashed back and bounced back in, slamming his knees in the face of the beast.


    The creature recoiled in pain as it roared in rage. Without warning, it doubled its speed as it swung mindlessly.


    Samael weaved back and forth when he remembered Michael''s teaching. Turning up his aggression, he dove in after the beast missed and delivered one nasty shot in its ribs.


    The beast moaned as it snarled and swung horizontally, but Samael was faster as he ducked and sent a clean uppercut before kicking the abomination in the chest, sending it back.


    As it bounced off the solid floor, it whimpered, and its chest started to bruise.


    Not taking any chances, Samael went in and drove his elbow deep into its belly, forcing it to buckle as he rotated and slammed the sole of his foot into its chin, knocking it up in the air.


    The creature shook the ground as it hit the floor first, bits and pieces of its teeth scattering around.


    Samael wasted no time as he dashed in when his eyes widened.


    He has yet to incorporate his element into the fight.


    Samael''s movements slowed down. The claw of the beast swooped in, forcing Samael to raise his hand and block it, throwing him away.


    As he landed, small cracks littered his arm, and his void skin was slightly damaged by the impact.


    A soft chuckle escaped Samael''s lips.


    It seems this was going to be harder than he thought.

 CH111-Preparations and doubt.

    Buckets of sweat trickled down Samael''s body as he breathed heavily. He has been training without stop for the last three days. He hasn''t left the box and has survived off of the rations in his remnant.


    This has gathered some attention from the other Nightwalkers, and now some of them are quite concerned for him. But Samael has assured them multiple times that he''s okay.


    The others were also doing their best in their own respective trainings. Samael has constantly witnessed a few members sneaking out at night to do some extra work. A very commendable display of determination.


    That being said, Samael was rather surprised at the fact that they have never really returned to the academy. Not to mention, there were no events or tournaments he heard so much about. It seems they mostly keep to themselves.


    Inhaling deeply, Samael focused his gaze on a bull-like abomination preparing to charge at him. It had large steel horns with saliva dripping off its mouth.


    Raising its head high, it released a loud roar before charging ahead with utter ferocity.


    Samael''s gaze narrowed as he dashed forward, meeting the beast head-on as he sharply took a turn, prompting the creature to miss completely.


    Taking advantage of its confusion, Samael circled back and threw a downward swing, leaving a deep gash in its back. However, it wasn''t over yet as a black spike erupted from the ground, impaling the creature.


    Amidst the blue light of the codex, Samael shot a gaze at the spike. He is now able to use elemental invocation to a certain extent. Although he is still fairly limited, after all, it is hard to focus on two things at once.


    Nonetheless, he can now use all three skills he was focused on and the majority of his other abilities. The only problem he often comes across is the fact that some of his timing can be a little off.


    Sitting down, Samael shifted his gaze towards the gate. Soon, Michael came in, noticing Samael quickly as he waved.


    Rising to his feet, Samael greeted the man with a simple nod.


    "I''m ready," he said.


    Michael''s brows rose up. "Already?"


    "Yes," Samael said.


    Michael''s brows furrowed. Samael''s speed was definitely unexpected. He believed it would take him at least a week. But three days? That''s off the charts... But thinking about the way he trains, it was completely possible.


    "Don''t you want to rest first? You''ve been up for the last three days," Michael said.


    "I don''t need it," Samael insisted.


    A soft sigh escaped Michael''s lips. Kids these days were just going too quick.


    Taking a stance and drawing his blade, Michael beckoned. "Then show me what you''ve accomplished."


    In return, Samael unsheathed Crimson Raven, his hand morphing black as the blade released a bath of red miasma that enveloped the box along with the swift change in its appearance.


    "Same rules?" Samael asked.


    "Same rules," Michael replied.


    For a few seconds, the two went on a standoff as they stared each other down, their killing intent slowly encasing the entire arena.


    Like lightning, Samael swiftly fell into stance as he exploded forward, shattering the floor and sending large chunks of projectile back.


    Michael''s eyes widened as he withdrew his blade, blocking Samael''s initial attack before he disengaged and threw a counter.


    Reacting fast, Samael nimbly weaved around the sword as he swung multiple times.


    Sparks flew around like fireworks as the sound of steel clashing against steel thundered in the box. Both Michael and Samael''s figure was so fast that even the newly arriving Nightwalkers who were there for their training found it impossible to follow the two. To them, they were like blurs appearing at random, leaving destruction in their wake.


    "What is going on?!" Raegan roared, his voice nearly muffled by the shockwaves.


    "I don''t know!" Lilith said.


    Michael gritted his teeth as he casted.


    "Blood hammer!"


    Large amounts of blood erupted from his hands as he launched himself high in the air, smashing towards Samael.


    Seeing this, Samael did not budge until the hammer was nearly in his face. Only then did he weave to the side and throw a swing upward.


    Michael took a sharp turn, avoiding the axe¡ªmultiple Void spikes shot from below, launching towards him like arrows.


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    "Shit!" Michael said as he slammed his blade down, giving him a bit more mobility as he barely avoided the attack.


    Distancing himself from Samael, he spoke. "You almost got me there."


    "There won''t be a next time," Samael said as he launched himself forward.


    Michael smiled wryly as he too advanced ahead, clashing with the boy once more as their attacks caused shockwaves coursing through the box.


    But this time, Samael became extra aggressive as he spoke.


    "Void claw."


    Michael''s eyes widened as he stepped back, his speed doubling as Samael''s left hand morphed into a claw.


    Using both hands proved too much, even for Michael, as he was continuously pushed back. The use of both claw and axe was a deadly combination.


    To add even more pressure, Samael swiftly cast multiple Abyss spikes, forcing Michael to dash back and try to gain some distance. However, Samael wasn''t letting him do that.


    Pushing ahead, Samael cast Hover blades that fired off at random as he vehemently slashed without stop, some even leaving gashes on the man''s face.


    "Then so be it!" Michael roared.


    "Blood pool."


    Slamming his foot, a burst of blood erupted from his soles, spreading outwards rapidly, slowing Samael''s advance.


    "My turn!" Michael roared.


    "Solidify!"


    Before Samael''s eyes, the blood sea started to crystallise, trapping everything in its path.


    Reacting fast, Samael propelled himself up when Michael lunged at him, forcing him down.


    Seeing the crystallisation close by, Samael''s eyes glew bright as an idea emerged in his head.


    "Void palm!"


    Raising his hand, Michael was forced back as a large palm of dark matter stemmed from Samael''s fist, striking the ground and shattering it in the process. As it broke, the sea of blood passed through its cracks, draining it and stopping the crystallisation.


    But he wasn''t done yet.


    "Needle rain."


    A rain of Void needles painted the sky dark as Michael laughed wryly. "Shit kid, are you trying to kill me?"


    Raising his hands, a large blood shield ejected from his hand, tanking the attack at once as the needles turned the field into a wasteland of spikes.


    Taking advantage of the shield blocking Michael''s view, Samael launched himself forward, slamming his fist into the shield''s surface.


    "Null thrust!"


    Concentrating the Void matter in one fine area, Samael ejected the attack forward, piercing the attack and shattering it into pieces.


    Michael hastily raised his hand, blocking the needles with his forearms.


    Leaving the man defenceless, Samael swept his foot, forcing him to buckle under his weight while he brought Crimson Raven near the man''s throat.


    "Congratulations, kid," Michael said as he breathed roughly.


    Samael sighed as he straightened his posture and helped the man up.


    "You would have won if you could use all your abilities. I''ve seen saints''s fights," Samael said.


    "Don''t downplay yourself too much," Michael said as he dusted himself.


    "You did great. Even if I used my ability, it would have pushed me beyond my limits. Besides, I feel that you''re also still hiding a few tricks up your sleeves," Michael said as he laughed.


    Seeing their mentor laugh, Raegan and the rest approached the two. "Is everything done now?" they asked.


    "Yes, we were just having a small brawl," Michael said.


    "Small brawl...?" Desmond asked, his gaze sweeping around the shattered arena.


    "Anyways, seeing as I''m already this roughed up, I reckon I probably won''t be able to train you all to the best of my abilities. That being said, I was intending to get you all to rest for the next two days," Michael said.


    "Why''s that?" Elise asked.


    "Well, for starters, I need you all in top shape in two days. The reason? We''re finally going to start fighting abominations," Michael explained.


    The Nightwalkers fell into silence before erupting into murmurs and whispers. Tension was high in the air, and everyone could feel their hearts beat out of their chests.


    "Is our training truly enough?" Lilith asked.


    "We''ll find out in two days," Michael said before he left.


    As he did, the group exploded into chatter.


    "Is he serious?"


    "This is nuts..."


    "Have you seen what those things can do?"


    "I know!"


    "Everybody calm down," Lilith said.


    "I''m sure instructor Michael will handle everything. Just stay calm and do as he says," Lilith resumed.


    Samael simply remained silent. This was a crucial part of understanding how this wretched world works. They have to understand that there will never be enough preparations to fight a monster. There was simply kill or be killed.


    After some discussion, the group eventually calmed down, or at least as much as they could, before returning to prepare.


    "I didn''t know you were leader material," Samael said.


    "I didn''t know either," Lilith replied, her brows furrowed.


    "You bothered about what Michael said?" Samael asked.


    "I''m lying if I said no," Lilith said as she looked at Samael.


    "Will we really be okay?" She asked.


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he held Lilith''s hands, enveloping them in his warmth.


    "Out there, we can''t make promises. Everything can happen. But I can say this much: I''ll kill whatever threatens us," Samael said.


    Lilith smiled as she squeezed Samael''s hands.


    "Thank you," she said as she walked forward.


    "Tell me, you''ve been fighting monsters since our separation, right?" she asked.


    "Yes," Samael replied. "Why?" he asked.


    "Was it hard?" She asked.


    Samael fell silent.


    "It''s that hard, huh?" Lilith said as she looked down. All her life, she was stuck in a manor full of traps and spells, surrounded by powerful people and assassins ready to throw their lives for hers. The only threat she really experienced were the ministry executioners sent for her.


    Was she ready?


    Samael squeezed the girl''s hand as he looked over the distance. Memories of his hardship and the people he lost along the way flashed through his pupils.


    "It was hard. Fighting every day just to see the next day. But never harder than knowing your weakness will cause more deaths," Samael said.


    "You''re strong, Lilith. I know that much. I''ve seen you fight, and I know you''re capable of great things. Don''t be scared. I''ll always be there when you need it. Always," Samael said.


    A small smile formed on Lilith''s lips as she rested her head on Samael''s chest. The sound of his beating heart soothed her turbulent emotions.


    "Any tips, oh general?" Lilith asked as she looked up to Samael.


    A small chuckle escaped Samael''s lips. "Why not?"


    "First, keep moving. No matter how scared you are, move," Samael said.


    "Second, never believe what you see. Things can always go south," Samael resumed.


    "And thirdly, don''t hesitate to kill," he said.


    "Out there, nothing is your friend. The only person you can trust is yourself and yourself alone. No matter how scared or anxious you are, no one will help you. It''s you or them, and always choose yourself."


    "These things have no conscience. All they do is feed on things. What''s left is destruction and chaos," Samael said as he remembered the trial.


    "I''ve seen what they can do¡ªthe horrors they can bring and the lives they can take without batting an eye."


    "These things... They have no souls. They''re just empty creatures with the will to shed blood," Samael said.


    "But the most important advice I can give," Samael said as he recalled every moment out there.


    "Be alert. Keep your senses to yourself, and be sharp always."

 CH112-Ruined city of Enklar.

    The morning two days after Michael''s announcement was lively and tense. The Nightwalkers were up earlier than usual and already preparing for the destined trip in the wilderness.


    Many did a few rounds of combat training to sharpen themselves, while others simply spent the time readying their equipment, polishing their weapons, and pumping their morale.


    Samael did it like any other day. He has done this so many times that he has never really bothered again.


    However, he was sure of it. The atmosphere was grim. Everyone was there when they saw the abomination. And they were there to realise their own weaknesses.


    The entire room went on guard as the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the hall of the stronghold, slowly approaching their room.


    As the footsteps neared, the students couldn''t help but feel anxiety plague their hearts. Their heartbeats were thumping wildly in their chests.


    "Good morning, Nightwalkers," Michael greeted as he went in and stood up front. However, this time he was wearing a suit of light armour, and his playful attitude was nowhere to be seen.


    "I hope you all had great rest these past few days," he said. "But your break is over now."


    Slowly, he paced around. "We are going to spend a week out there in a place called the ruined city of Enklar.


    "But sir, isn''t that place off limits by the high table?" Raegan asked.


    "I''m surprised you know about the high table," Michaele exclaimed. "But yes, it is a place normally restricted by the judges. However, that does not apply to us."


    "The academy has given us the thumbs up to use that place as a training ground," Michael said.


    "Now, are all your preparations ready?" he asked.


    After doing one more round of checking, the squad finally set out towards the ruined city.


    Much like the rest of the cities of Ergo, Enklar fell when the abominations overtook its gate. A once-mighty city now abandoned, waiting in time.


    Unlike most cities, however, the city of Enklar is located beneath the earth. It was a place of the Mellaguns before they were evicted. Now what lurks in its depths are nothing but foul evils waiting for the right time to emerge again.


    The journey towards the city will take about a day and a half. The trip will only take that long due to an outpost near the place where a rune gate was built. The place is there to guard the city in case something comes out.


    Along the way, the students couldn''t help but express curiosity about their surroundings. Most of their lives were spent within the safety of Tera''s walls, away from the dangers of the world. But now they were finally here.


    As the cold winds caressed the skins of everyone there, they huddled closer towards the bonfire in the middle. This would probably be the last fire they experience, considering they''re still inside the outpost. But once they go, that luxury will be lost.


    "So tell us, Samael. How is the world out there? I heard you''ve travelled far and wide, even reaching other sanctuaries in the process," Rhian asked.


    "How is it compared here?" Alex chimed in.


    Samael fell silent in contemplation. "The world out there... it''s worse. Everywhere you look is nothing but ruins and desolate wastelands extending as far as the eye can see."


    Thinking about it, Ergo was slowly becoming the same as the world in the trial he was sent into.


    Everyone fell silent in his response. They expected that things were bad, but not that bad.


    Now no one wanted to talk. It was all too depressing. They spent the rest of the night watching the fire flicker under the unbending darkness the night provided.


    When the golden hue of the morning sun touched the horizon and the birds in the sky sang their songs, the group was out early as they traversed a wasteland littered with nothing but dead earth and stale air.


    The occasional squawks of corpse-eating birds echoed in the air while the foul stench of decay persisted.


    The trip was not pleasant by any means. However, it did open their eyes to how much damage these abominations have already caused. It was too much¡ªfar too much.


    Crouching down, Sabbath clawed at the dirt as he picked up what appeared to be some form of pendant.


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    Clearing off the dirt and mud from its surface, he could faintly see the picture of a kid and a woman.


    "That probably belonged to someone," Desmond said, the weight of his words bringing about a dark atmosphere.


    "May the light guide you," Sabbath said as he buried it.


    When noon came, they took a short break in a ruined house standing in the middle of the field. There, they ate their meal and took a short rest. But once they were done, they went on again.


    When nightfall came and the land was bathed in darkness, the group had no choice but to camp in a small trench they dug out. There was no fire that night. Just the cold and the stench of rot accompanying them.


    Many found it hard to even get an ounce of sleep. But no one blamed them for it.


    As soon as dawn came, they were back on the road, tired and weary.


    Finally, when noon came, they finally reached their destination.


    "Is that...?" Lilith asked.


    "Yes, that, my dear students, is the entrance to the ruined city," Michael''s confirmed.


    Ahead was a large opening towards the deep, accompanied by two large, shattered statues, each on its own.


    "How beautiful," Elise said.


    "I''d say it''s depressing," Desmond added, earning the glare of the woman.


    "If you guys are done admiring the view, we ought to get in there," Michael said as he led the squad.


    The way down took roughly 10 minutes of descending stairs, and nothing but dust and occasional stones got in your shoes.


    However, the moment they left the horrendous stairways, they were greeted by a breathtaking view of the city.


    The city was made of black stone, a somewhat rare material, and the pathways were finely detailed. Towering pillars were scattered around the city, along with towers. However, what truly made its beauty shine was the sky. The place had an artificial night sky littered with stars. Samael was guessing they must be precious gems.


    But the silence the city provided was also noticeable. There was nothing but the wind passing through its dead streets.


    "It''s larger than I expected," Sergio commented.


    The city reached as far as they could see. The structure is built in such a way that it is slowly ascending towards the centre of the place where it is the tallest.


    "Well, get comfortable. We''ll be here for a while," Michael said as he went on ahead.


    The squad took a short break under a bridge-like structure, where they ate and rested. But when they finished, Michael finally gave out the first order.


    "Reconnaissance squad, gather up," he said.


    "I want you all to spread out and gather information about our surroundings. Give us intel about the layout of the area and how many monsters there are," he ordered.


    The recon team nodded as they went on ahead. Samael could hear the nervous beat of their hearts.


    Michael, on the other hand, silently trailed them, carefully making sure to stay at a distance in case something went wrong.


    The squad swiftly went to work as they utilised their elements to scan the place. After some exploration, they eventually returned unscathed.


    "What''s our status?" Michael asked.


    "We''re currently surrounded by nothing but broken houses and occasional watch towers. Ahead lie three paths," Alex said.


    "Which do we take?" Michael asked.


    "Based on our intel, the best path to take is the third. It is located east, about 800 metres from us. There aren''t many presences in that place, but it is a longer route," Desmond said.


    "What''s your guys opinion?" Michael asked the rest.


    "I trust their judgement," Edgar said.


    "I second him," Elise added.


    With that, they prepared to set out towards the third route. But to ensure order, Michael made sure to give out a few instructions.


    "The first to engage will be the quick reaction forces. They''re the most versed in combat. We''ll send them ahead and they''ll clear the path for us. But do not think that just because they''re fighting, we won''t. We don''t know what might join the battle while they''re busy, so keep sharp," Michael said.


    Going forward, the recon team was often ahead as they checked the passages. But then the first hurdle came.


    "Sir!" Rhian said as she huffed.


    "What''s wrong?" Michael asked.


    "There''s three abominations ahead. By the looks of it, they''re skin clawers," she said.


    "Three skin clawers?" Michael asked as he carefully thought out the situation.


    "Quick reaction force squad, I want you guys to terminate the abominations ahead. Avoid casualties as much as possible. Good luck," Michael said after some time.


    Lilith and the rest nodded as they swiftly went ahead, determination burning in their pupils.


    Pushing through the long stone pathways, they finally felt the presence of the three abominations.


    The beasts stood at around 6 feet tall with skinny body frames and elastic-like skin. Their claws were long, and so were their limbs, nearly reaching the floor. Their backs were hunched, and their faces were grotesque with their large jaws. They had no eyes or noses, but they had these odd protrusions in their faces.


    Samael remained watching as Lilith silently beckoned for the team to take position. Slowly, they circled the abominations as they waited for Lilith''s order.


    Watching the creatures intently, Lilith put down her hand as she muttered.


    "Chaos arrow."


    Conjuring the chaos matter in her hands, it formed an arrow the size of her arm as she shot it forward.


    The arrow whistled in the air as it left orange trails in the wind. Within seconds, the projectile finally reached its target.


    The arrow swiftly penetrated the flesh of the creature, blowing a hole through its arm and upper abdomen before knocking it away. However, the chaos matter slowly ate through the flesh of the creature, turning its skin to dust.


    Seeing this, the other two jolted as they released distressed wails.


    Without warning, the other members jumped in as Claire shot multiple wind blades forward, wounding one of the skin clawers. Edgar followed soon, as he lunged and sent three thrusts, each tearing a hole in the body of the monster.


    Meanwhile, Raegan appeared from above as he delivered a crushing blow at the head of the skin crawler, slamming it down the ground while Lilith swept in and bisected it in half with her scythe.


    The group huffed as they hungered for air, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads and soaking their backs.


    Seeing the enemy dead, the adrenaline finally wore off.


    "We really did it," Raegan said as he looked at his bloodied gauntlet.


    "I can''t believe it," Edgar added.


    "Stay sharp; we don''t know what else is out there," Lilith said.


    Soon, multiple footsteps neared them as Michael and the rest finally saw the aftermath of the battle.


    "Good job, let''s go; we don''t have time to waste here," he said.


    With that, their first battle came to an end.

 CH113-First checkpoint

    Pulling out his spear from the dead corpse of what appeared to be a spider-like creature, Edgar wiped the sweat off his forehead.


    "Isn''t this a little too much?" he asked.


    Unlike what they expected, the number of abominations in the ruined city far exceeded their guesses. This was currently the seventh battle they had had within the last four hours of their venture, and they had barely covered any ground due to it.


    They had fought all kinds of beasts, ranging from skin clawers to cave dwellers, and it seems there is no end to them.


    "I don''t know. But we do what we''ve been trained to do," Lilith said.


    Samael still refrained from entering the battle. He''s carefully watching the crew work it out by themselves so that they may grow stronger.


    However, he must agree that there are indeed quite a few creatures in the place. With the help of their reconnaissance team, they''ve been able to actively avoid areas infested with these bats. However, even the paths they are left with no choice but to pick are still crawling with abominations.


    Samael can slowly see the fatigue stacking one after the other as the battles raged on. Eventually, they would grow too tired, and the possibility of slipping up would increase.


    As Michael and the group caught up, Lilith and the rest were given some time to rest and rejuvenate before their next battle. However, judging by the distance of the critters, it won''t be long before they enter combat again.


    Slowly, the group pushed through the ruins, revealing the hidden beauty of the streets lit up by the gemstones in the sky.


    Inch by inch, they crossed the deserted city as they fought all forms of evil waiting in the shadows. However, Michael raised his hand, prompting everyone to halt their movements.


    "What''s wrong, sir?" Sabbath asked.


    "We''ll rest here for today," Michael said as he pointed towards an abandoned house.


    The house''s walls were cracked, and most of its roof had gone down. It''s floor shattered, gathering dust till the end of time. But it would suffice.


    Sitting down, the group swiftly huddled closer, knowing they could not ignite any form of fire or light to combat the sheer cold seeping in their bones. It seemed like it would be another sleepless night today.


    After some rest, the group was woken up by Rhian, who was in charge of the third watch.


    After some equipment maintenance, the squad was off again as they travelled deeper into the city.


    Unfortunately, bad things were bound to follow; it was only a matter of when.


    Venturing deeper into the city, Michael released a faint sigh. Like thunder, a dozen abominations called Ikula lunged from the shadows, their claws aimed at the throats of every person there.


    Loud roars and screams erupted as everyone fended for themselves. Watching the chaos ensue, Lilith signalled for the quick reaction force team to try and take control.


    They swiftly went ahead, drawing their weapons as they slashed, pierced, and cast spells, destroying everything in their path.


    The putrid stench of blood permeated the air as the paved ground was stained crimson. Grunts and screeches of pain echoed in the streets of Enklar as both sides collided.


    Lilith took charge, along with Raegan, as they swept in. Meanwhile, Edgar made sure not a single beast would pass him, while Claire consistently cast spells.


    Lilith swung her scythe multiple times, tearing one of the abominations in pieces. Raegan, on the other hand, coated his fists in steel as he tore holes through the flesh of the monsters.


    However, the mindless beasts did not even bat an eye at their fallen kin as they clawed and bit, wounding Lilith and the rest.


    "Hold!" Lilith roared as she slammed her hands down, followed by a burst of chaos, knocking back the beasts.


    Taking advantage of Lilith''s attack, Raegan dashed forward as he slammed against one, shattering its ribs and sending it barreling back. Claire, on the other hand, raised her hands high in the air, where a dozen wind lances formed. As she put her hand down, so did the lances, impaling the bastards into the ground.


    The last remaining abominations screeched as they hurriedly scurried off, but Samael did not give them a chance as he delved into the shadows, eliminating them in the darkness.


    Seeing that it''s finally safe, everyone sighed as they slumped down. The emergency response team went ahead and treated the injured ones, applying ointment and bandaging their wounds to prevent infections.


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    The reconnaissance team simply remained silent by the side, their faces grim. This incident would have been prevented if they had been more vigilant about their surroundings. This was their fault.


    Noticing their dismay, Michael sighed. "What happened today will keep happening. I know it is scary and it will always be; there is no other way around it. What we can do is improve. Learn from this encounter and use what you learned so that this never happens again."


    The Nightwalkers nodded in unison. What Michael said was true. Like Samael said, anything can happen out in the wild. Expectations kill.


    Steeling their resolve, they rose up and continued their journey deeper. Today was day two, and they had already faced a dangerous situation. They can only brace for what will come ahead.


    This time, the reconnaissance team was twice as careful. They had engraved this event in their memories and vowed to never make such mistakes again. Although Samael and Michael would have surely done something to prevent casualties, what if they weren''t there?


    Hastening his pace, Samael walked beside Lilith as he inspected her injuries. "Are you okay?" He asked.


    Lilith forced out a small smile. "I''m okay. Just a little shaken."


    Samael held the girl''s hand, squeezing it twice. "I wish I could say everything will be okay, but I''m afraid this is only the beginning. You will face more of them, some far more foul than you can imagine."


    Lilith steadied her shaking hands as she looked at Samael. "I know."


    ***


    The second day in the ruined city of Enklar ended with the group resting under a collapsed bridge. As usual, they could not find sleep, even if they tried.


    Some decided to sharpen their blades, while others simply watched the gems in the ceiling glitter. Although it may appear boring to some, for them, it was heaven. A small sanctuary away from fighting abominations.


    "Alright, everyone, gather around," Michael said.


    Forming a small circle, Michael laid forth a large map of the ruined city as he pointed at a certain position.


    "This is our location," he said as he dragged his finger across the room. "This is our objective."


    "But we already know that, sir?" Alex asked as he scratched his head.


    "You know where we are going, but not why," Michael said.


    "What do you mean?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed.


    "This entire voyage isn''t just travelling and monster killing. The reason I got permission to enter this place is because we were tasked with the mission of bringing back lost blueprints of the Mellaguns," Michael replied.


    "Blueprints? What are they? Weapons?" Lilith asked.


    "I am not sure. All I know is that it is crucial in determining the path of this war," Michael said.


    "If it''s so important, why entrust this to a bunch of fresh students?" Rhian asked.


    "It is because it''s so important that the mission is disguised as a training venture. No one knows of our objectives except the school and us," Michael said. "Any other questions?"


    The students remained silent.


    "If there is none left, sleep. Regain your strength; I know this day has been a lot," Michael said as he folded the map.


    After his announcement, everyone found it even harder to sleep. Yet another sleepless night.


    When morning came, or at least as they believe, the squad went back to their march.


    Their prime destination was a bunker hidden deep within the centre of the city. According to their intelligence, the place was locked down when the abominations overwhelmed the defences.


    Scouting ahead, Desmond couldn''t help but frown. Up ahead was what appeared to be a plethora of ruined machines, guarding a withered bridge.


    Without another thought, Desmond went back.


    "What''s wrong?" Michael asked.


    "I found something interesting ahead. A dozen or so ruined metal golems lying beside a bridge," Desmond replied. "Not only that, but there is this off aura around them. Some type of odd energy."


    "Then it seems we have reached our first checkpoint. That bridge you saw is called the path. It is one of the many bridges connecting to the centre of the city. According to the school, it is surrounded by machines called steel sentinels, whose sole purpose is to protect the bridge," Michael said.


    "Well, it seems they did quite a shit job at it," Elise said.


    "That they did," Michael chimed in. "Still, the quick reaction team will go ahead to make sure it''s safe."


    Lilith and the rest nodded as they advanced forward. As they neared their destination, they finally saw the steel Sentinels.


    Much to their surprise, the machines seemed almost unharmed. They were simply idle, frozen in time.


    As they inched closer, Samael''s eyes widened, his instincts roaring at him. Without batting an eye, he exploded forward, startling Lilith.


    Opening her eyes, Lilith felt her heart drop. Samael stood in between her and the claw of a steel sentinel. It''s eyes were glowing red and billowing steam.


    "Shit, they''re alive!" Raegan roared as he swiftly blocked the swing of the machine. But to his surprise, the attack had far more weight behind it as he was thrown away.


    "Raegan!" Edgar shouted as he ignited his spear and threw it at the sentinel approaching Raegan.


    The spear penetrated deep into its armour, melting its interior and shutting down the machine.


    Edgar swiftly went forward, picking up his spear and taking a defensive position. "You good?" he asked.


    "Never better," Raegan said as he rose up and wiped the blood trickling at the side of his lips.


    One by one, the machines started to reignite as their eyes glew crimson along with the sound of steam filling the area.


    Not wasting any more time, Samael tightened his grip, shattering the arm of the sentinel as a Void spike burst from the ground, impaling the machine. He didn''t expect he would use Elemental Invocation in such a way, but it seems he can''t be picky.


    "Are you okay?" Samael asked.


    Lilith gritted her teeth as she nodded. "I''m okay."


    "Good. Because there''s more of these things, and they''re approaching fast," Samael said as he glanced at the Sentinels marching towards them.


    Rising to her feet, Lilith unsheathed her scythe. "Let them come."


    Without warning, the steel Sentinels sprinted towards the group as compartments in their bodies opened up, revealing all forms of foreign weaponry.


    Like ballistas, the machines fired off a continuous stream of steel spikes, followed by flame throwers surging towards them.


    "Wind wall!" Claire screamed as a large wall of wind formed, deflecting the flames and some of the spikes. However, some still managed to pierce through, weakening her defence.


    Seeing their weapons cannot pass, the Sentinels switched to melee as another pair of arms extended from their backs, each with their own mounted blades.


    The machines, with their absurd strength, easily tore through the wind barrier as they slowly closed in.


    "Out manuever them!" Lilith shouted as Raegan and Edgar circled.


    Meanwhile, back to the main group.


    "Sir! Sir!" Desmond screamed.


    "What?" Michael asked.


    "The machines! They''re alive!" Desmond said.


    Michael''s face fell grim. "You and the rest catch up. I''m going ahead."

 CH114-Void stone

    As the steel sentinels rapidly approached the Nightwalkers, Lilith and Raegan dashed forward, circling the machines. Meanwhile, Edgar remained by Claire''s side, protecting her as she cast spells.


    Within seconds, Lilith and Raegan appeared inches from the Sentinels feet. However, due to the heavy nature of the machines, they were unable to turn in time as Lilith dragged her scythe across the leg of one, severing it while Raegan poked holes in the other.


    As the machine crashed down, Lilith slammed the sharp point of her scythe inside the machine.


    "Implode."


    Channelling chaos matter, Lilith sent the energy through her weapon and into the sentinel, filling it to the brim as it erupted in a thunderous explosion.


    Unfortunately, there was no time to relax as her figure was overshadowed by another sentinel, its long arms raised in the air. Reacting fast, Lilith turned when a vortex of wind tackled the machine back, throwing it off the deep ravine.


    "I got you!" Claire screamed, her face drenched in sweat.


    "Thank you!" Lilith said as she dashed back into action.


    On the other hand, Raegan pivoted his foot as he threw a heavy jab, tearing a gaping hole straight in its face.


    "Erupt!"


    Like thunder, a plethora of metal spikes exploded from his fist, completely shattering the robot and sending chunks of it flying.


    Not wasting time, Raegan ripped his arm out as he whipped it back, throwing another machine a few steps back where Lilith sliced it to pieces.


    Unfortunately, it seemed as though there was no end to them, as more kept coming, wave after wave. Seeing this, Samael stepped forward. "Step back," he said as he slammed both his hands together.


    "Nihility surge."


    Before everyone''s eyes, a fast jet of Void matter burst from Samael''s hands, shooting forward with speed everyone found hard to follow.


    As the surge connected with one of the machines, its torso was blown away. Dragging his arm further, the jet of Void matter tore through a dozen more like they were butter.


    Soon, the entire edge of the ravine was lit up by the explosions of the steel sentinels, casting shadows on the nearby ruins along with the violent shockwaves coursing through the earth.


    As Michael arrived on the scene, he was greeted by the bright balls of fire and the infernal heat they produced. Before it stood his students, watching in awe.


    "They are alive," Michael muttered as he jumped down.


    "Sir!" Lilith said as she approached the man.


    "Is anyone injured?" Michael asked.


    "We''re all fine, sir," Lilith replied.


    "I can''t believe they''re actually alive," Michael said.


    "What do you mean by that?" Samael asked as he approached the man.


    "According to the information we got about these machines, they were terminated during the invasion. But it seems there''s more to it than what we know," Michael replied.


    "Terminated? These things were barely scathed when they started spewing fire," Samael said.


    "I know, but there''s nothing we can do. I''ll raise this issue once we return; for now, we need to go and fast," Michael said. "This place will be swarmed soon."


    Expanding his Void compass outwards, Samael could indeed sense dozens of abominations rapidly approaching their area. Fortunately, the squad reached them fast enough.


    "No time to breathe; we have to go," Michael said to everyone as he dashed forward and crossed the bridge.


    They kept running without stop, passing by large ruined manors and some abominations, which were disposed of without raising more attention.


    Eventually, they halted their steps as they hid inside a collapsed house, away from the bridge.


    Listening closely, they could faintly hear the screeches and roars of the abominations echoing in the wind, sending shivers down their spines.


    "That was close, too close," Edgar said as he hungered for air.


    The others slumped down without another word being wasted. They were too tired to even speak.


    "We''ll rest here for today," Michael said as he too sat down and opened his map.


    If the map was correct, they should reach the bunker within four days if they keep their pace throughout the journey. However, there is no doubt that the monsters near their objective are stronger and more cunning than the ones they''ve fought so far.


    Truth be told, the blueprints weren''t the only thing they were here for. Those schematics were only part of the whole picture. Michael has kept the real mission a secret.


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    Within those steel walls lay an object. A remnant that holds great value. It is so great that the high table wants it badly.


    A recorder.


    The remnant is a device that records the events happening within the city of Enkla. As such, it captured the day the abominations invaded its walls. In an attempt to preserve details of the attack, the Mellaguns kept the item safe within the bunker.


    Once they obtain the remnant, they are to enter a hidden path that the mellaguns themselves used to exit safely.


    Tucking away the map, Michael leaned back. Yet another day passed.


    ***


    When the monsters had calmed down, the squad decided to proceed with their journey. Like usual, the reconnaissance team went ahead, informing everyone of the paths and monsters along the way.


    The team passed by multiple towers, some mounted with ballistas that appeared to not have been used, seeing their pristine condition.


    The more they advanced, the more apparent the signs of struggle were. Yet at the same time, it felt as though there was no resistance. Many of the defences in the city were inactive, gathering dust until the end of time.


    Inspecting a silver smear on one of the walls of a ruined tower, Alex reached out and carefully touched it.


    "What is this?" he asked.


    "That''s mellagun blood," Michael said as he passed by.


    Alex hastily retracted his hand as he violently wiped it over his pants.


    Proceeding deeper and deeper, the more destruction prevailed. Even so, more and more abominations followed.


    "Head''s up! We''re reaching the great forge," Michael said.


    "What''s that?" Rhian asked.


    "Well, you have heard of the great inventions of Mellaguns, right?" Michael asked.


    "Yes," Rhian replied.


    "Well, those inventions were made in the great forge. It is a place equipped with all sorts of advanced machines that make creating this stuff doable," Michael said. "Whatever goes inside the forge is a secret of the mellaguns. But who are we to question them when their weapons are helping greatly in the war?" he resumed as he glanced at the fallen ballistas.


    "Even then, I suppose machines are still no match to mindless beasts," Michael muttered.


    The mellagun race. A race of inventors and blacksmiths. They are extremely attuned to metal and gems, which gives them an edge in crafting. With their brilliant minds, they can form weapons capable of handling saint and even deity battles.


    Yet, the tragedy that occurred years ago wiped out about 70% of their population. It killed many who were capable of making changes in the world and even caused the scales of the war to tip in the enemy''s favour.


    It was truly tragic. Whatever remains of them is scattered in different sanctuaries, finding refuge in their walls. Now, they provide what little they can with the equipment at hand.


    The great forge of Mellaguns is rare in number. Samael is guessing that those blueprints are schematics for building another one. With the help of the forge, they''ll be able to craft even stronger weapons.


    "We''re near," Michael said as they passed through a large metal gate.


    Walking further in the dark, they were greeted by the breath-taking scene laid before them.


    It was a large, spacious room filled with all kinds of machines. On the far side of the forge were large dam-like structures, all leading to humongous barrels. Meanwhile, large crates tied to ropes hang in the air, carrying precious metals and compartments.


    But the beauty of the forge didn''t end there. In the middle of the forge were large furnaces, the likes of which no one can imagine. There were also dozens of large hammers and drills laying around, frozen in time.


    "Now it makes sense why they can manufacture so many weapons," Raegan said.


    The entire place was truly a work of art. This was beyond their wildest imagination. If they had these today, maybe the war would have been more manageable.


    "Don''t lag behind," Michael said.


    Slowly, the Nightwalkers went forward as they viewed the scenery with admiration. They could faintly imagine what the place would look like if it were functioning right now.


    As they passed by the countless numbers of smithing machines, one room in particular caught Michael''s eye.


    "That..." Michael muttered.


    "Follow me, everyone," he beckoned.


    The room was far more guarded than the rest, with a steel door shut tight, but nothing a saint can''t handle.


    Inside was a room filled with large cabinets, each holding unique items. Some were remnants, while others were weapons and armour.


    "What are we doing here, sir?" Desmond asked.


    "All of you take one item to take back," Michael said.


    "Are you serious?!"


    "Wait, really?"


    "Are we even allowed to do that?"


    "No one''s coming back for these things; you might as well take a souvenir," Michael said as he shrugged and wandered off.


    The students shared a look before they went off on their own.


    Samael walked around aimlessly, looking at all the remnants lying around. Somehow, it reminded him of the time he got Crimson Raven.


    Will that work? Samael closed his eyes and emptied his mind.


    For minutes, there was silence. Until he heard a raven whisper in his ears.


    Opening his eyes, Samael saw a black raven sitting on his shoulder. It looked at him with clarity in its eyes before it flew off.


    Samael''s eyes narrowed as he followed the bird around. Slowly but surely, he wandered off to the edge of the treasury before doing a single thing.


    An ore.


    The ore was perfectly circular and pitch black. However, Samael could feel an odd aura coming from it. Not only that, but he could feel Crimson Raven tremble.


    Grasping the stone in his palm, Samael guessed it weighed about a kilogram. It''s surface was smooth yet hot. Unsheathing his axe, the weapon felt drawn towards the ore.


    "What is this?" Samael asked.


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    Void stone...?


    Samael closed his eyes as he channelled forth Void Matter, and to his expectations, the Void Matter reacted towards the stone. It swirled around it before being absorbed.


    What other uses does it have? Samael asked.


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    <td>Void stones can be absorbed to increase your Void essence. However, this is a wasteful approach to it. Another use for Void stones is that they can be absorbed by special weapons in relation to Void spawns or Void creatures. Upon absorption, the weapon has a high chance of undergoing rebirth. </td>


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    "It looks like you''re in for a treat today," Samael said as he looked at his axe.


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    "Well, it seems we''ll have to wait a little," Samael said as he caressed the surface of the axe. Feeling his touch, the weapon trembled.


    "Are you okay?" Lilith asked.


    "Hmm? Yes. I''ve already chosen my item. How about you?" Samael asked.


    "Yep! I chose this!" Lilith said as she showed a red scythe. It looked like crystallised blood moulded into a weapon. It released a dangerous aura, but no more than Crimson Raven.


    "It suits you," Samael said as he caressed the girl''s head when Michael spoke.


    "If you''re all done choosing, let''s go. We have no time to waste... And don''t even think of taking two," he said.

 CH115-Dangerous situation.

    Upon leaving the forge, the squad went on their journey towards the bunker without much issue. There was surprisingly a lower amount of monsters in their path, which boosted morale. However, Samael and Michael were hesitant about this new environment.


    As they sat around a bonfire, Raegan asked. "Why so serious, Samael?"


    Sweeping his gaze around the surrounding ruins, Samael spoke. "Silence in such areas isn''t something you should be glad about."


    Desmond''s brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"


    "It means there''s something more foul around here," Samael replied, which caused his colleagues faces to frown.


    A soft sigh escaped Michael''s lips. "Allow me to explain. Let''s say a hunter lives in a forest and hunts for his food often. Many will notice that animals would avoid that place due to him. Same applies for abominations. Although they all aim for humans when given the opportunity, they are not exactly friendly to each other. What he''s saying is that something stronger than most of the ones we''ve fought has governed over this area, repelling the weaker ones away."


    With that revelation, everyone''s faces fell grim. Suddenly, the air felt colder and the winds harsher. Even the slightest shift in the shadows was enough to cause unrest in them.


    Looking at everyone''s reaction, Michael cleared his throat. "Don''t fret. While our situation might sound bad, it also means we''re getting closer to the bunker."


    "Are there any more peculiar spots like the bridge we passed?" Lilith asked.


    "Well, there is one. According to the information given to me, to get to the bunker, you must first pass the steel fortress. Apparently, it became home to an ancient beast called Shifter," Michael replied as he took a bite out of the bread in his palm.


    "What''s a shifter?" Sabbath asked.


    "Well, I''m sure that name is foreign even to Samael here, who has killed all sorts of monsters. Shifters are humanoid-like creatures that resemble humans but horribly so," Michael said. "At first, these bastards appear as though they''re a bunch of flesh moulded together. But once they consume a living creature''s flesh, they mimic their appearance but in a far more sinister way. They may have elongated necks, disfigured faces, or even have two heads."


    "What''s their weakness?" Samael asked.


    "Like every average beast, they can be killed via fatal wounds," Michael replied.


    "Then how come they''re considered stronger? What makes them superior?" Raegan asked.


    "They''re smart," Michael said. "They''re not only smart but cunning to boot. They can mimic the voices of people or animals; they can use psychological warfare; they are fast, agile, strong, and relentless; and they have the special ability to inflict severe paralysing fear on those that witness them."


    Everyone fell silent as they imagined the creature. How can they beat such beings? An abomination that can mess with your head? Isn''t that too much?


    "How many are there?" Samael asked.


    "As far as we know, plenty," Michael said. "Now, get some rest. We''ll need it soon."


    Everyone dispersed with uncertainty in their hearts. On the brighter side, although they may not see it, everyone is starting to adapt. Now, they can force themselves to sleep even under such harsh conditions and even eat straight after gruesome battles. Perhaps it was because many here were peasants who were already used to life''s hardships.


    Samael quietly sat by a fallen pillar as he watched the gems in the ceiling glitter. But even amidst their shining beauty, they can never replace the radiance of the stars in the real night sky and the ethereal glow of the moon bathing you in its embrace.


    Tonight was his turn to take the watch. Due to his prowess, he was tasked with this job alone while everyone got their much-deserved sleep. Not to mention, his presence alone gave others a peaceful heart.


    Staring over in the distance, Samael chuckled when a pair of hands blocked his eyes.


    "Hey," a sweet, tantalising voice whispered. "Guess who''s this?"


    A silent chuckle escaped Samael''s lips. "Is it a cheeky girl with horns in her head?"


    "Bingo!" Lilith said as she let go, a soft chuckle echoing from her mouth.


    "Why are you awake? You should get some rest," Samael said as he made some space.


    Sitting down, Lilith rested her head on his shoulder. A rather surprising move.


    "I don''t know," Lilith answered.


    For some reason, Samael could feel an odd heat emanating from her body. Not the common warmth she exudes but something far more fierce.


    "Thanks," Lilith abruptly said.


    "For what?" Samael asked, his brows raised.


    "For protecting me from those machines," Lilith answered.


    "I only did what everyone else would have," Samael said when he felt Lilith''s hands on his, the heat in her body going to him.


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    "No, I really mean it," she muttered, her voice oddly far more alluring than before, almost addictive.


    "Is something wrong...?" Samael asked as he peeked at Lilith. To his surprise, the girl was intently looking at him, her ruby-red eyes piercing through him.


    "There''s nothing wrong," Lilith said as she snuggled closer, her chest slightly touching Samael''s shoulder, giving him goosebumps.


    As she leaned closer to his face, she draped her lips on his, giving him a sweet and passionate kiss.


    Samael could feel his body heat up, as though it were burning. But strangely, it only made his reason blur as he reached out and held the girl''s head, his other hand caressing her bare back, deepening the kiss as their tongues intertwined.


    Slowly, Lilith''s hand started to reach when Samael broke free.


    "W-we can''t," Samael said.


    "Why can''t we?" Lilith asked, her pupils strangely brighter than normal. Noticing this, Samael gently pushed the girl back. He could feel her struggle to get closer, but he persisted as he expanded his Void compass.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he shifted his gaze a few metres from camp. There were roughly three abominations releasing some form of spore in the wind.


    "This will be quick," Samael said as his figure vanished, leaving Lilith confused as tears began to well in her eyes.


    The abominations mimicked the appearance of flowers, albeit larger than normal, and they possessed large mouths filled with razor-sharp teeth. They swayed back and forth, which seemed to help release spores.


    Without warning, a black flash swiftly passed by as one of the beasts was bisected in half.


    Seeing this, the other two snarled in rage when Samael''s figure appeared beside the second flower. Unable to react on time, the monster was blown away by a single punch before Samael grabbed the last remaining abomination.


    The beast struggled in his grasp as it tried to secrete more spores, along with its long tongue attempting to break his hold.


    "What does this spore do to Codex?" Samael asked.


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    It''s only begun...? Then why did Lilith go that far? Samael wondered when his eyes widened.


    Demons already have a heightened perception of emotions, and this is more potent for Succubus, which is Lilith. But that also means that her most dominant desire...


    Samael''s ears were tinted red as he shook his head. It was not proper to think of her in such a way. But still, it does please him. As Samael squeezed, the plantoid in his palm blew to pieces.


    After wiping off the stains, Samael made his way back to where he heard Lilith''s sobs. Knowing this, he felt his heart drop as he hastened his pace.


    Upon arrival, he saw the girl hugging her knees as she cried her eyes out.


    "What''s wrong?" Samael asked as he hurriedly held her.


    Noticing Samael, Lilith''s cries stopped entirely as she lunged at him.


    "Samael! You suddenly vanished, and I¡ª"


    "Hush," Samael beckoned as he pressed his finger into her lips. It must be the effect of the spores.


    "Don''t worry, the effects will wear off soon. Go sleep for now, Lilith; it''s not safe for you to be around me right now," Samael said as he distanced himself from the girl.


    He didn''t know whether it was because of the spores too, but whenever he went close to the girl, the events earlier kept flashing in his mind, and his body began to burn. He feels the urge to continue where they left off and just let go of his desires. But no, he will not.


    "But..." Lilith said when Samael carried her back and tucked her in her deployable bed.


    "Sleep," Samael said before he left.


    Sitting down in his post, Samael facepalmed. Lilith''s charm was too strong, even for him. Was this the true power of succubus''s?


    "That was dangerous..." Samael muttered.


    ***


    The next morning, Lilith returned to her old self as the squad continued their journey. Fortunately, it seemed that no one remembered anything last night. Or at least they pretend nothing did.


    They witnessed everything from start to finish and just remained silent. Lilith, on the other hand, was currently dying of embarrassment. How could she fall for her desires like that?! It was unladylike and indecent!


    Lilith''s face flushed red as she remembered the sensation of their kiss, their tongues intertwining, and Samael''s hand on her skin. So close, yet so far. Oh, how nice it would be to...


    "No!" Lilith screamed, attracting everyone''s attention.


    "I-I, uh, forgot something back in our camp," Lilith said.


    "Do you want to return for it?" Michael asked.


    "N-no, there''s no need," she said.


    "Very well," Michael said as they continued forward.


    As usual, the road ahead was clearer than normal. Not many beasts were located in the paths they chose, but those that they did fight were stronger and faster than ever.


    Most of their battles would often result in a wound or two, even if they worked together. That was simply how strong these beasts are becoming.


    They were lying if they said they didn''t fear what''s ahead. What caused the fall of such a great civilisation?


    As they travelled deeper and deeper, the more they witnessed the destruction worsen. Not only that, but the corpses scattered around along with the weapons have slowly withered over time.


    The weapons were odd, as they''d never seen anything like them, and most of them were untouched. It was almost as though they never really went active.


    Going even deeper, they finally saw a large fortress ahead.


    "We have arrived," Michael said.


    The fortress was black like the rest and made with rare stones and materials. It''s towering walls were sculpted with all forms of designs and all kinds of armour hung high. However, the entrance was desolate, and the air was freezing.


    "Be prepared," Michael said as he held the hilt of his blade.


    As they entered, they were greeted by the emptiness and the eerie silence the fortress gave out. As they walked further, Samael felt a bad aura around the place.


    The ceiling was tall, and there were many pillars supporting it. But there were not many decorations in place, just the encompassing darkness.


    Slowly, they found themselves in a large room extending forward. It was so large that it would put to shame even the fortresses they have today.


    As they proceeded, the sounds of their footsteps left echoes in the air, repeating multiple times.


    However, their movements were soon halted as Edgar heard a whisper.


    "I see you."


    Edgar''s eyes widened as he turned around in haste, his spear brandished.


    "What''s wrong?" Rhian asked as the group started to huddle closer.


    Edgar could feel the cold sweat trickle down his forehead as he frantically swept his gaze around him. Yet there was only darkness.


    "I... I heard a voice," he said.


    "A voice? But we heard nothing?" Sabbath asked, his brows furrowed.


    "I definitely heard something," Edgar insisted.


    "That must just be your nerves. Calm down," Alex said.


    "No, he''s right," Samael said. "I also heard a voice."


    Everyone fell silent as they slowly unsheathed their weapons. Fear slowly creeping into their hearts.


    "You must be joking, right?" Alex asked as his face fell pale.


    "I''m afraid he''s not," Michael said. "Look there."


    Shifting their gazes in the direction their mentor pointed, everyone felt their hearts drop as they saw a severely disfigured face smiling in the dark. It''s eyes large and uneven, with necks extending from the darkness.


    "They''re here," Michael said as multiple clattering sounds echoed, rapidly approaching them.

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    "What the fuck is that?" Edgar said, his face pale as he involuntarily took a step back, prompting the others to retreat in unison.


    In the midst of the sea of darkness surrounding the lonely fortress, a single creature can be seen standing, bathing in it. It''s face was far more grotesque than any fell beast they have seen before, so foul it sent fear into their hearts.


    The creature had a grotesquely long neck with a large face. It''s eyes were uneven and had neither pupils nor whites; they were simply hollow and empty, along with the uncanny crooked smile it wore. It''s hair was long yet appeared wet and thin in numbers, as though it were losing hair, and its skin was pale yet stretched.


    "What manner of ancient horror is this?" Raegan said as he subconsciously coated his arms in steel.


    Everyone around them felt an inexplicable amount of dread envelope their hearts, along with a sense of loneliness and uncertainty. The more they stared at the creature, the more it intensified.


    Then it spoke.


    "Come... friend..."


    The Nightwalkers faces turned grim as they unsheathed their blades. Claire herself started casting.


    From the depths of the eerie darkness, multiple clattering sounds echoed, rapidly approaching them.


    "STAY BACK!" Desmond roared as he gritted his teeth.


    "HOLD!" Michael bellowed, yet to no avail. The fear was slowly overcoming everyone present... except Samael.


    "You want to play with fear? I''ll show you fear," Samael said, his voice enhanced by his skill encompassing voice.


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    Unsheathing Crimson Raven, a wave of blood-red miasma surged from the butt spike of the axe, devouring the great hall in no time.


    As the miasma engulfed the Nightwalkers, they broke out of their trance, their eyes gaining the clarity they had lost.


    "Wh-what...?" Lilith said.


    On the other hand, when the crimson fog struck the shifter, its face morphed to utter rage as its elongated mouth fell and its eyes furrowed, followed by the incomprehensible plethora of voices that thundered in the air.


    "What in the shit?" Rhian muttered as she huddled closer to the group.


    It didn''t take long before the beast opened its mouth to lengths no human can achieve before releasing a bloodcurdling scream.


    "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" It said without stopping, repeating like a broken record.


    "That''s your problem," Samael said as he flicked his wrist.


    "Void Cleave."


    Without warning, the creature''s face halted its absurd movements before it fell in two separate ways.


    "Get your shit off the gutter; we have work to do," Samael said, waking up the rest of the squad members as they clenched their jaws. Seeing Samael kill one made it seem more realistic for them. There was no time to dawdle.


    "Move! They''re coming!" Michael roared as everyone hastily went in position.


    First came one, then two, then four, and then they surged like waves of water from a violent river. Each and everyone is as grotesque as the rest.


    "Claire! Now!" Lilith shouted as Claire gave a nod.


    "Swarms!"


    Upon mention, the wind began to speed up, gathering in the air as it slowly converged, forming multiple tornadoes that ripped through the horde of shifters.


    "Raegan!" Lilith shouted as the man rushed and smashed his fist against the solid ground, shattering the steel floors beneath them and sending chunks of shrapnel that were dragged by the tornadoes.


    Stepping forward, Sergio raised his hand as the steel walls separated, forming a large barrier that protected them from the shrapnel.


    "Be sharp; this isn''t the end of it," Michael said as he too drew his blade and coated it in his blood.


    When the winds had died, Sergio shot a look at everyone before Michael nodded. Bracing themselves, Sergio dropped the barrier.


    "DIE!!!" A shifter screeched as it lunged at Sabbath. However, a pair of daggers embedded themselves in the temple of the creature.


    Going ahead, Michael sprinted as he gracefully swung his blade without stopping. Every single abomination he passed fell down, headless and dead.


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    Meanwhile, Samael went forward without fear as he hacked and slashed, shattering bones and tearing the flesh of the shifters using Crimson Raven.


    Edgar and Raegan went ahead of the group, serving as a shield against the raging onslaught of creatures.


    Igniting his spear, Edgar thrust without stopping, the tip of his weapon seamlessly penetrating the flesh of the monsters hurling his way.


    Raegan, on the other hand, formed a pair of gauntlets as he smashed the skulls of the shifters.


    Lilith made sure not a single one went through as she kept pacing back and forth, covering the holes in their defence.


    One by one, bodies fell, mangled and were ripped to shreds. Samael raised his hand as the sky was filled with thin spikes.


    "Needle rain."


    As his hand fell, so did the needles. The thin spikes crashed down with reckoning fury as the abominations wailed in pain. But there was no mercy as their skin melted and their organs disintegrated ever so slowly.


    Forming a claw in his hand, Samael increased the intensity of his attack as he clawed and cleaved through his opponents, leaving nothing but a mess of blood.


    Michael, too, kept his intensity high as he slashed a dozen beasts in a second before muttering.


    "Release."


    Those infected with his blood swiftly exploded into a mess of organs and flesh, scattering around and staining the walls.


    Seeing they were losing, the beasts scurried into the dark, but a large wall of steel rose from the ground, trapping them.


    Soon, screams of pain and torture thundered in the sky as the sound of flesh being ripped from the bone echoed.


    One by one, bodies fell as the ground was bathed in red and the scent of iron permeated the air. Organs and bits and pieces of flesh were scattered at random.


    Wiping the blood off his face, Samael shot a look at the rest of the squad. Everyone huffed and hungered for air, their faces covered in blood and sweat, along with cuts and bruises. But they were alive and breathing.


    Claire slumped on the floor, her face pale and her eyes deep. She was drained from casting without stopping; her ethos must have dropped near rock bottom.


    Seeing this, everyone allowed themselves to relax as they sat down and ignored the chunks of brain matter near them.


    Resting there for some time, the group eventually moved on as they reached the end of the fortress, where a giant steel door stood untouched. There were plenty of scratches on its surface, along with dried blood stains.


    "We have arrived," Michael said. "Now, you guys rest up, and I''ll collect what we came here for."


    Without complaints, the students sat down as they wiped away the blood and grime. Meanwhile, the other members rushed to treat their wounds, while Michael went ahead and opened the giant vault door.


    The steel gate slowly opened with a creak as dust fell from the ceiling, revealing a room filled with large shelves containing all sorts of stuff. Some were machines, while others were documents.


    Following the man, Samael went in as he inspected the room. Judging by the dust gathering inside, it has been a long time since anyone has stepped in.


    On the far side of the room were multiple scattered black stones and black powder. Upon asking the Codex, it was revealed that it was the remains of dead Mellaguns.


    After some time of searching, Samael soon found a stack of blueprints lying inside a box. Carefully, he opened them, revealing their contents.


    There were multiple things inside the blueprints, such as a guide to creating the machines needed to make a forge and some weapons way ahead of their time. One of said weapons can fire a plethora of arrows at once, and each and every single arrow can take down a winged beast without issue. There were also blueprints for weapons that are beyond even Crimson Raven''s rank.


    What they speculated was correct; these charts would change the tide of the war.


    "Michae¡ª" Samael''s words were cut short as he saw the man standing still, a glass sphere present in his hands.


    Walking closer, Samael saw a video play in the sphere. There was what appeared to be a creature of small stature with black skin that glittered like gems. Could these be the famed mellaguns?


    Watching closer, the sphere seemed to show the events that occurred during the attack.


    There were shouts of fear and screams of death in the background before a large shockwave struck the entirety of the city.


    "Sir! The machines have been deactivated! What do we do?!"


    "WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!"


    "We don''t know, sir! Some shockwave passed by and then everything went offline!"


    "Damn it! Call those that remain and take this recorder; go to the bunker and lock yourselves!"


    "But sir!"


    "NO! GO NOW!"


    The next scenes were of the man bringing the ball inside the bunker as he gathered as many mellaguns as he could. Unfortunately, they soon encountered the shifters in their original form as they clawed through the mass.


    It was brutal and savage how they gutted the Mellaguns before dragging them to the depths of darkness.


    The recorder also detailed the last few weeks of survival the mellaguns endured, thinking the surrounding cities and kingdoms would help them. But little did they know that those kingdoms had also fallen victim to the same horrible fate. There was no one coming for them. And so they died, alone and cold in this small bunker, surrounded by foul creatures taunting them to open the doors and let them in.


    "The blueprints weren''t the only thing you''re coming for, weren''t you?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Michael answered.


    "Were you going to tell us?" Samael asked.


    "No," Michael said. It would probably be best to hide from them the gut-wrenching fate of the mellaguns and their final moments. They have already endured enough.


    "I understand," Samael said as he went out. "We''ve found the blueprint!"


    Everyone''s faces beamed as they gathered to inspect the blueprints.


    "It truly is something."


    "Now I understand why this is a secret mission. These things can change the scales!"


    "Hey! Don''t be too rough! You might damage it!"


    Stepping out, Michael saw the commotion as he stepped in. "Hey! Enough of that."


    "I''m sure everyone is tired from the recent battle, but we have no time to waste. I''m sure many of the abominations out there have already noticed the absence of the shifters in this area, and soon this place will be swarmed by hundreds of them. So I suggest we get going," Michael said. "Follow me."


    Without any choice, the group followed the man closely as they traversed deeper into the bunker, where Michael revealed a hidden door.


    There they walked without stopping in a dark tunnel without lights. Fortunately, it was one-way, so there was no need for directions.


    As they reached the end, they emerged inside a camp where dozens of warriors awaited them.


    Some of those people were from the academy, and they took the blueprints and recording device while the rest assisted the exhausted Nightwalkers to their tents. The injured were taken to the medical bays, where they were treated by professionals.


    Samael refused their offer as he sat down beside Lilith. "How''s your first time going on an adventure?"


    "Tiresome... but worth it," she said as she rested her head on Samael''s chest.


    "That''s good to know," Samael said as he watched the rising sun.


    Their first journey finally met its conclusion.

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    The trip back home was a relief like no other. For once in the past week, they weren''t fighting any abominations. It was a form of peace they had never understood until now.


    With the help of portals, their trip back home was swift, except for a few vomits here and there. Upon arriving in Hallstone, everyone immediately went to their own rooms.


    When morning came, a few staff and some guests arrived at their head quarters. Some were from the school, while some were men of the high table, specifically mellaguns.


    Unfortunately, due to the secrecy and weight of the information they got, all of the Nightwalkers were restricted from joining the meeting except for Samael. This was mainly due to the fact that he had connections with Timeus and that the man himself ordered the Mellaguns to include him.


    Inside a war room within the fortress, there were a few important figures. Namely, the head master was there along with Ajax and three mellaguns. They were representative of the high table and held a transmitter.


    After some pleasantries and a few greetings, the headmaster went straight to work.


    "Please, instructor Michael, show us what you found," the headmaster said.


    Michael gave a nod as he took out a plethora of blueprints and laid them before the Mellaguns, who had an expression of utter shock.


    "This...!" The mellagun in the middle spoke; his name was Cena, and he was the leader of this small squad. The other two were named Ori and Orn.


    "Documents detailing the creation of a forge!" Cena said as he held the blueprint, his hands visibly trembling.


    Meanwhile, Samael was simply curious about the appearance of the mellagun. Although he''s travelled far and wide, he''s never seen one in the flesh.


    Cena was roughly 5''10 in height and had a very muscular frame. His skin was black, with steel scales encasing parts of his shoulder, forearms, legs, neck, and parts of his jaw. He had brown hair tied to a braid, with some enveloped by steel tubes.


    But what truly fascinated Samael was that Cena had four arms and three eyes. Two of which were small and located near the cheekbones, while the last one was large and vertical in the middle. The pupils were silver, surrounded by black sclera.


    "To think they are still intact..." Cena muttered as he inspected the other blueprints.


    "Job well done, instructor Michael. But now, let us address the main issue," the headmaster said.


    Michael nodded as he took out a brown case. Setting it down, he carefully took off the lid, revealing a glass orb inside.


    "This is the recording device left inside the bunker," Michael said. With one swipe of his hand, the orb ignited.


    Watching closely, everyone''s expressions slowly turned grim with each passing second the recorder played. When the device finally went off, Cena spoke.


    "So the records were indeed true," Cena said.


    "What do you mean?" The headmaster asked.


    "According to our elders who lived through the attack, the machines that day did not malfunction. No Mellagun would make such mistakes, never," Cena said.


    "I can attest to that," Michael chimed in as everyone shot a glance at him. "My students and I fought a battalion of steel Sentinels near the bridge connecting to the inner city."


    "Not only that, but those machines were barely damaged," Samael added.


    "Then that means whatever that shockwave was took out the machines?" The headmaster asked.


    "It appears that is the case. So what is it?" Ajax asked as he crossed both his arms.


    "We don''t know. But my guess is that it''s the work of some form of remnant that could disable the cores of our machines. So it''s something that can temporarily kill sun stones," Cena said.


    Mellagun inventions mainly revolved around an energy source they called a sun stone. A sun stone is not a natural ore. It is made by infusing a rare stone called a fauna with huge amounts of fire essence. Due to the unique characteristics of a fauna, it can hold that same heat for long periods of time.


    "Do you know how a sun stone can be disabled?" Ajax asked.


    "Well, you either destroy it, releasing the fire essence, or... you strike it with something cold enough to ruin it''s internal structure," Cena said.


    "Unfortunately, this does not give any form of evidence that we can use against the ministry of light. For now, keep this a secret," Ajax said.


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    "That is a given," Cena replied. "For now, we''ll tell all the details to the high table. Once again, thank you for retrieving these blueprints. Your contributions will undoubtedly help change the tide of the war."


    With that, the meeting ended. Yet Samael still had questions.


    "Can I ask something?" Samael said, halting everyone''s movements.


    "What is it?" The headmaster asked.


    "All my life, I''ve heard that Saints are powerhouses that stand above many. I''m also told that these beings are rare, extremely rare. Yet, how is it that I''ve already encountered so many?" Samael asked.


    The headmaster stared at Samael blankly for a while before he sat back down.


    "I knew this day would eventually come," the headmaster said. "Saints are indeed rare... but it''s deeper than that. Although rare, each major faction hides their own reserves of saint-ranked beings. It''s what''s keeping us from going on an all-out war. What you see is the tip; there are far more than we can count, simply hiding and waiting for the right moment to reveal themselves."


    Samael''s brows furrowed. Now what Timeus said made sense when he said he''d get a replacement for Ajax once he returned so that they could continue their journey to the other sanctuaries.


    However, if that were truly the case, why choose them to help those sanctuaries? It seems he''ll have those answers when Timeus returns.


    As the meeting ended, everyone went their separate ways, except for Ajax.


    "Miss me?" Samael asked.


    "Timeus is bound to return soon. His arrival is expected a month from now," Ajax said as he went straight to the point.


    "A month? That early?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Ajax confirmed.


    "But what about the academy?" Samael asked.


    "You''ll have to drop out. Once he returns, your job is done, meaning you don''t have any reasons to stay here," Ajax said.


    A frown made its way to Samael''s face. Although he has learned things in the academy, the main thing that made him not leave was Lilith. They haven''t seen each other for years, and this was the one time he finally got to know her better. Was that so much to ask?


    "You know our job," Ajax said.


    "I know," Samael replied.


    "Then I''ll go now," Ajax said before bolting away.


    "Now how do I tell Lilith?" Samael muttered as he sighed.


    ***


    When nightfall came, Samael stood before Lilith''s living quarters. Raising his hand, he slowly inched closer to the wooden door before coming to a halt.


    Samael clenched his teeth as he did the same thing, only to fail again.


    He knew that this news would undoubtedly hurt Lilith. Especially now that they''ve started to understand each other on a deeper level. But he also cannot just leave the people who truly need their help.


    Gathering his courage, Samael knocked thrice on the door before footsteps inched closer, revealing Lilith.


    "Samael? What are you doing here?" She asked as she hastily fixed her clothes. It seemed she just finished taking a late-night bath.


    "May I come in?" Samael asked.


    "Sure," Lilith replied as she made way.


    Sitting down in her bed, Samael held the girl''s hands.


    "What''s wrong?" Lilith asked.


    "I need to tell you something," Samael said.


    "What?" Lilith asked.


    Steeling his resolve, Samael spoke. "Me and Ajax... We have missions to help liberate and ease the tensions in other sanctuaries."


    Lilith''s brows furrowed. "What are you implying?"


    "What I''m saying is that I''m leaving to continue that same mission a month from now," Samael confessed.


    Ear-deafening silence engulfed the room as Lilith stared at Samael blankly.


    Looking her in the eyes, Samael could slowly see the waves of emotions swarming her.


    "I don''t understand. You''re leaving... again?" She asked, her words struggling to leave her lips.


    Samael gritted his teeth. "I have to."


    Lilith''s eyes slowly reddened as tears slowly welled up, threatening to fall any second now.


    "Lilith¡ª"


    "I know! I understand!" She screamed as she ripped her hand from Samael''s grasp. "I... just please give me some space."


    Samael felt his heart ache, as though it were being ripped and stabbed repeatedly. Yet, there was nothing he could do.


    Rising to his feet, Samael made his way out. "I''m sorry," he said as he closed the door.


    Lilith bit her lip as she lied down. The last few years of their separation had been the most painful years of her life. That loneliness that devours you every passing second.


    When Samael returned, she finally felt as though all the effort and time she sacrificed were finally rewarded, but now he''s leaving again. Her life will once again return to that same old colourless world.


    She hates it; she doesn''t want him to go. They''ve yet to do so many things. But she also understands that holding him back will cost hundreds of lives, and she cannot bear that thought.


    But was it so bad that she wishes for once to be selfish?


    When morning came and training had finally resumed, Samael could notice Lilith''s silence. She was hurt, and he understood this, so he gave her some space, as she wanted.


    Slowly, the days went by, and a wall of ice stood before them. They did not interact unless needed and avoided talking.


    As they did, Samael could feel that same stabbing pain intensify. Each passing second and each passing moment. The same can be said for Lilith.


    Slowly, a week passed by without the two talking to each other. They were simply cold and unmoving.


    As the encompassing darkness engulfed the sky, Samael went on a walk. He had to somehow clear his mind.


    Looking at the stars, he felt troubled. He wanted to stay here with Lilith and spend the time they missed. Yet he also knows the responsibilities he must attend to.


    Sitting down, Samael watched the full moon in the sky and the wind caressing his hair. Will they really separate on bad terms?


    Crunch...


    Samael''s eyes darted ahead as he heard footsteps echo in the wind along with a figure he knew very well.


    "Lilith," Samael said as he rose up to leave when the girl held his hand.


    Samael shot a look at the girl with confusion in his eyes.


    "I don''t want you to leave, but I know you have to," she said. "And it hurts because I feel selfish for not wanting you to," Lilith uttered as she looked at Samael with tears in her eyes.


    Samael felt a pang of pain strike him in the chest. He wanted to hold her and say everything would be fine, but he would be lying.


    "But..." Lilith said. "I also don''t want us to separate like this."


    Without warning, Lilith lunged at Samael as she dug her face into his chest, prompting him to envelope her in his embrace.


    "I''m sorry," she said.


    Samael tightened his embrace. "Don''t... Don''t."


    "I never hated you, never."


    "Then can you promise me something?" Lilith asked.


    "Anything," Samael said.


    "Can you promise you''ll return?" she asked.


    "Always," Samael said.

 CH118-Icariuss return.

    "I heard it''s done?" Azerel asked.


    "Yes, we did everything as you wanted," Kyros said.


    "Oh? Well then, nice job done," Azerel praised as a smirk made its way to his visage.


    "Well then, show me now, won''t you?" Azerel said.


    Kyros gritted his teeth, his hands balling into a fist. "...Follow me."


    They were currently in a dark corridor, hidden from the sight of everyone. No one knew of the place except for Kyros, Azerel, and his guardian. The knights that helped with the project? They vanished.


    As they proceeded deeper into the darkness, they eventually arrived in a large room. The walls were made of grey old bricks with moss growing on their surfaces, but what really made the structure stand out was the thing in the middle.


    In the centre of the room was a large formation composed of multiple black crystals that emitted some form of dark aura that shrouded the room. However, that same energy seemed to gather in the middle.


    "Wonderful," Azerel said as a large fanatic smile etched its way across his face.


    "Then my payment? The power you promised?" Kyros asked.


    "Patience, Thaesir leader. You''ll have it at the right time," Azerel said.


    "What are you saying? You promised," Kyros said, rage slowly boiling in his blood.


    "Oh, I did, and I''m saying it''s not time yet," Azerel said as he turned around to leave.


    "Then when is the time?!" Kyros roared.


    "Soon," Azerel said as he left.


    ***


    The days within the academy were swift. Days would pass by like the wind, changing as time went on. Before Samael''s eyes, what seemed like minutes were hours turning to weeks.


    Within that time, he and Lilith spent a lot of time together. They went on picnics, fought abominations, trained together, and told each other stories of their ventures.


    For once, Samael felt at peace and happy. He was content. Yet, the thought of leaving would often keep him awake at night, and as it looms closer, the more it bothers him.


    He and Ajax have received news that Icarius is to return soon. It is estimated that he will arrive some time in the next four days, along with the new saint of Tera. This news brought excitement for the people of the sanctuary but pain for the two.


    News of Samael''s leave had also circulated around, reaching the ears of the Thaesir heirs, who found it the most pleasing news in a while. On the other hand, the other Nightwalkers felt dismay and sadness for his soon departure. Not only that, but his leave aligned with the start of their rounds.


    Rounds was a part of the academy''s curriculum where the students will undergo monster subjugation, city patrol, and public service for the next two months before they enter their next semester.


    Samael sat down as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. Today marked the end of his training with Michael. The sky had already turned golden in colour, and the wind had gotten colder. Night was soon to come.


    "Good work today, everyone. You guys rest for a while; the rounding is soon to commence, and trust me, you''ll need all your strength for that," Michael said as he went back to Hallstone.


    The rounding event was a collaborative project where all the families would help each other maintain peace. Unfortunately, the rivalry between the groups often ends in disputes, which Michael finds very tiring. Especially with him taking most of the talented individuals, they were surely to push their anger at the students.


    In preparation for this joint training, all of the Nightwalkers students are training twice as hard. They didn''t want to be looked down upon by the nobles, and with Samael''s leave, they''re more vulnerable.


    Samael silently watched the students go inside the hallstone one by one as he stayed there for a couple more minutes, absorbing the cold night air as Lilith sat beside him.


    "Hey," she said as she hesitantly held Samael''s hand. Noticing this, Samael tightened his hold on hers.


    "Hey," Samael replied.


    "I heard Icarius will return soon," Lilith mentioned as she stared at her feet.


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    Samael remained silent for a while. "...Yes."


    "I see," Lilith said as she disturbed the earth with her feet. "When?" she asked.


    "In four days," Samael answered.


    "Oh," Lilith muttered.


    Samael shot a silent glance at Lilith. "I heard your grandmother will arrive with Timeus," he said, swiftly turning the topic to another.


    "She is?" Lilith asked. "How come I didn''t know?"


    "Well, you''ve been working hard lately," Samael said as he chuckled.


    "Oh, you mean busy being teased by you?" She asked as she pinched the boy. Samael recoiled as the two erupted in laughter.


    "I wish we could just stay like this," Lilith said.


    Samael fell silent as she led the girl''s head towards his shoulder. "Me too, me too..."


    As the moon climbed higher and higher in the sky, what remained within the darkness of the night were two silhouettes sitting close to each other, bathing in the serene glow of the moon.


    When the morning of the fourth day arrived, Samael was up early to prepare for their departure. As he went down the stairs of the hallstone, Samael remembered all the memories of this place. After all, this was the only place he could call home. A place where he belonged. A place of safety and peace. But the world is a harsh place, and he must face reality.


    As he went down the stairs, Samael''s eyes widened as he saw Lilith waiting for him.


    "Hey," she said, a soft smile planted on her lips. "Shall we go? Ajax is waiting outside."


    Samael released a small smile as he went with the flow. As they exited the place, Samael took one last look before leaving.


    As Lilith said, Ajax stood beside a carriage with his arms crossed. Like before, he now wore an armour that resembled the one he wore before, albeit slightly better in the eyes.


    Upon seeing Samael, the man nodded as he went into the carriage. Timeus was currently waiting in a tavern called Shrine Maiden along with Lilith''s grandmother.


    Along the way, Samael watched the bustling streets and the people running about their daily lives. The reason they were this lively was because of the recent announcement of their new permanent saint, meaning another celebration was in order. But they won''t be there to see it, as they are to leave once they regroup.


    As they arrived at the tavern, the three went in and were greeted by another lively crowd of commoners meddling about.


    "Here!" Icarius shouted, attracting Ajax''s attention as they made their way across.


    "Lilith!" Aphemis shouted as her face beamed.


    "Grandmother!" Lilith returned as she hurried over and greeted the woman with a big hug.


    Meanwhile, Icarius simply laughed as he waved. "Boys! How have you been? Come on, sit down!"


    Soon, a waitress came by as she delivered two beverages and some snacks to nibble on.


    "By the way, this is Cole, the new saint of Tera," Icarius said as he pointed to the man sitting next to him. He had brown hair and greyish eyes, and he had a rather warm aura around him. It was a rather ironic thing considering the amount of bloodshed he must have witnessed.


    "Nice to meet you," Cole said as he shook both Ajax and Samael''s hands.


    "So what now?" Ajax asked.


    "Geez, can''t you let me finish my drink first? I just got here!" Icarius said as he chugged the entire pint in one breath. "Oh, that hits the spot!"


    Seeing everyone''s expressions, he cleared his throat. "To answer your question, I''ll have to explain a few things," he said as he shot a look at Aphemis and Cole.


    The woman rolled her eyes as they moved to another table to catch up. As she left, Timeus snapped his fingers as a veil of lightning covered their spot.


    "Much better," Icarius said. "First, before I go and tell you the details, you must promise to never tell anyone what you hear today."


    The two nodded as they leaned closer.


    "As you know, the church is onto something, and because of their recent actions, the high table has begun to move. Right now, we''re preparing to fight them¡ªnot just some duel, but for a war this world has yet to see," Icarius said. "Unfortunately, the high table is outnumbered by the Cardinals, which means we''re at a disadvantage. But with some persuasion, I''ve managed to convince them to hire the two of you for the fight."


    "What?!" Samael asked in disbelief.


    "I know, I know. But what choice do we have? Aside from you two, there''s no one else who has as much potential for growth," Icarius said.


    Samael released a heavy sigh as he leaned back. Yet another trouble in their place.


    "We haven''t even finished the sanctuary tasks, and now you''re putting us in this?" Samael asked.


    "Oh, about that, the mission has been updated," Timeus said.


    "Elaborate," Ajax said.


    "As you know, we''ve currently covered Tera and Erudicio. The only remaining sanctuaries are Parnasus, Oros, Erdun, Servan, and Osmo. However, the high table has agreed on a joint training; therefore, you''ll only visit Servan, Oros, and Erdun," Icarius said.


    "How about Parnasus and Osmo?" Samael asked.


    "Parnasus will be handled by me while Osmo by Aphemis," Icarius said.


    "You''re moving personally?" Samael asked, his brows raised.


    "I''m not that lazy," Icarius said, earning the sceptical gazes of the two. Clearing his throat, he resumed. "As I was saying, you''ll visit those three sanctuaries, and you shall be guided by the high table leaders in the ways of combat."


    Samael''s brows raised even higher. Having the leaders of the high table themselves train him and Ajax? This was the opportunity of a lifetime!


    "Which sanctuary will we go to first?" Ajax asked.


    "Well, that would be... Servan, the frontlines," Icarius said. "Ishkar, a fine warrior who is debatably the strongest physically amongst us, will teach you the way of combat and war."


    "Then?" Ajax asked.


    "Next will be Erdun, the city of arms where the best blacksmith to ever exist stays. There you will hone your weapon proficiency, and you will also be taught by Mendez, an assassin, in the way of killing," Icarius said. "The last will be Oros, humanity''s final sanctuary hidden deep within the mountains, where my dear friend Nova will guide you in elemental proficiency."


    "Won''t it take too long?" Samael asked.


    "Well, your time period is one year, no more, no less," Icarius said.


    "A year? I haven''t event reached saint rank, and we''re talking about fighting Cardinals who are ranked at possibly deity level!" Samael said.


    "I know, but we''re running out of options. From the beginning, this was never a fair fight," Icarius said, his visage solemn. "You might undoubtedly die in the line of action, but if we don''t move, millions more will suffer."


    Samael and Ajax fell silent.


    "Not only that, but a god supports them. Who''s to say what''s stopping Taranius from intervening himself?" Icarius said. "So in the end, the question remains."


    "Are you in or not?"


    Ajax and Samael exchanged glances. From the moment Samael took up a blade, he knew his life would be full of bloodshed and danger. So the answer was obvious.


    "Of course we''re in."

 CH119-A chill wave.

    A few days after Icarius''s arrival, he went around to complete a few errands. During those times, the preparations for the rounding event had finished.


    As Samael finished preparing his items, he went by to visit Lilith for the final time, as their departure was scheduled for today.


    Upon arriving at Hallstone, he made his way to the garden, where Lilith''s scent was strongest. There she sat on the grass, enjoying the warm glow of the sun and the cool morning breeze.


    "Hey," Samael said as he sat beside the girl.


    "Hey," Lilith said in return.


    "We''re going to leave soon; I just wanted to say goodbye," Samael said as he watched the clouds in the sky.


    "I see," Lilith murmured.


    Samael frowned as he held the girl''s hand. "Don''t worry, I''ll keep my promise."


    A smile made its way to the girl''s lips as she rose up with a hop. "I know."


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "Is something funny?"


    Lilith giggled as she turned around to enter the fortress. "Nope, I know you''ll fulfil your promise. Besides, it''s not goodbye, but see you later."


    ***


    "What?" Samael asked, his jaw wide.


    "Yes, apparently Aphemis herself will train Lilith to prepare for the incoming battle," Icarius said. "That''s the only reason she won''t participate in the training you guys will undergo."


    "Now it makes sense..." Samael muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Does this mean she''ll fight against the Cardinals?"


    "I don''t know. That will be up to Aphemis," Icarius said.


    A soft sigh escaped Samael. He did not know whether this was good or not. On the positive side, Lilith will grow even stronger, and the possibility of them meeting sooner is higher. However, on the bad side, she will get caught in the middle of the war.


    "You know you can''t protect her forever," Icarius said.


    Samael fell silent as he leaned back. "...I know."


    "Good, then let her grow and do as she wishes," Icarius said as he checked the time. "The rounding event should be starting now."


    Looking back at the walls of Tera slowly vanishing in the distance, Samael couldn''t help but long for the warmth of the hallstone.


    Meanwhile, under the earth, deep below the heart of the city, multiple cloaked figures gathered, closely observing the markings and shards pulsating every second.


    "Should we activate it now?" Kyros asked, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.


    "Not yet, Thaesir Kyros," Azerel said, a sinister smirk present in his visage.


    "Why not? The boy has already left! You''ve already broken every word you''ve said!" Kyros scowled in rage.


    "Oh, but he will come back. He definitely will," Azerel said. "Besides, we need to wait a little bit more for the barriers to shut down. That is, if you placed the other objects as I told you," Azerel said as he listened to the wild laughter and celebrations of the world above.


    Tera''s structure was simple. The city is surrounded by two towering walls; one of said walls protects the outermost layer of the city, while the other is found within the sanctuary to protect the heart of the fortress. However, the true defensive capabilities of the place were due to the barrier of the mellaguns, which is powered by sunstone, which prevents enemies from getting in.


    The heart of the city is located in the middlemost area of the sanctuary, where a large monument resides. Written in it are the names of the past saints who protected the city and kept it from harm.


    Currently, the city is celebrating the arrival of their new saint and the beginning of the rounding event. Mass parties are currently being held all over the city, whether in the slums or the noble lands.


    All academy students were currently gathered in the court of the school, where the headmaster and thousands of people watched the ceremony.


    "Today we are gathered here today to celebrate the arrival of our new saint. May he live prosperously and safe from harm!" The announcer roared, causing the entire place to erupt in an ear-shattering round of cheers.


    "However, the fun is only beginning as, ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce the bright stars of the academy!" He said as the crowd cheered without stop, shaking the court with ease.


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    "Today, they stand before you to honour the pledge of servitude and grace. Today they shall lower themselves to show their prowess and humility. Today begins the start of the rounding!" The announcer roared as everyone screamed at the top of their lungs.


    The students gave out their brightest smiles as they felt their hearts beat faster by the minute. This was their day, and it will forever solidify their name upon the masses.


    However, unbeknownst to the people, a figure stood atop the academy building, watching the event unfold as a wide, fanatical grin etched itself on its face.


    "Oh, how beautiful. Such a large crowd for such an important day," he said in ecstasy as he listened to the echoes of the people''s voices.


    Back on the court, the headmaster''s smile died as he felt the presence of someone strong. Someone he isn''t familiar with.


    Tracing the source of the power, the headmaster''s eyes landed on the roof of the academy, his gaze landing on a man adorned in a white robe... paired with a set of golden eyes everyone is familiar with.


    "That..." the headmaster muttered, luring the family''s leaders attention to him.


    "Are you okay, headmaster?" Rob asked.


    Azerel''s fanatic smile widened even further as he raised his hands. It was a truly magnificent day. A day for the world to feel the power of beings way beyond their understanding. A greatness not many know and understand... The birth of a new age... The age of those that exist beyond reality.


    "Arise... Oh seed of Nyxanthra..."


    For a moment, the world felt still as everyone felt a chill encompass their body. A cold sensation that sent shivers down their spine.


    Watching this, the words of the mellaguns echoed in the headmaster''s head.


    "To disable the barrier would require something cold enough to shatter the sunstone."


    "A wave struck out of nowhere, and the machines went offline!"


    The headmaster''s eyes widened as he looked at the man standing atop the academy.


    "No..." he muttered.


    "RUN!!!" he roared. But it was too late. It had begun.


    Before everyone''s eyes, the sky appeared to flicker as though a thin sheet of fabric hidden beyond their sight began to tear, slowly receding away.


    "What''s going on?"


    "What''s that?"


    "Is this another trick of the academy?"


    The headmaster watched in horror, along with the entire academy staff and the familial leaders, as the only thing guarding them from the horrors beyond their walls fell.


    "EVACUATE THE PEOPLE!" Michael roared as the leaders snapped out of their fear.


    "But where...?" Rob asked, his face pale.


    Michael froze as he realised what the man said. Where would they evacuate? Yet, before they could even fully grasp the situation, a tremor deep beneath the earth erupted, causing chaos as the people ran for their lives.


    However, beyond that chaos thundered a myriad of roars and screeches that made everybody''s blood cold. Not just outside the walls... but within as well.


    Everybody froze as they felt their hearts thump violently in their chests. It was a suffocating silence. Something they haven''t experienced for a long time.


    The headmaster shot another look at the roof, but the figure earlier had vanished. Clenching his jaw, he leaped high in the air as he landed atop the building, and what he saw made his breath hitch.


    Far in the heart of the city, the air began to crackle as cracks in reality sprouted out of nowhere, creating gashes. No¡ª portals...


    "WE HAVE A BREACH!" The headmaster roared as everyone felt their hearts drop. The worst had come. It was now every man for themselves.


    The headmaster racked his brain for answers as he watched the abominations mow down dozens of people. Even the knights were of no match as they were thrown away like used rags. Meanwhile, multiple explosions rocked the sanctuary, each scattered at random. What made it worse was that monsters were also starting to make their way from outside, and all their ballistas had shut down.


    But as he was losing hope, the headmaster''s eyes glimmered. Without wasting time, he dropped down as he spoke, his voice amplified. "Everyone! Remain calm and listen to me. Deep beneath the city are old bunkers from when the sanctuary was yet to be established. Knights, teachers, and students, please bring the people down!"


    Without another word, the teachers went to work as they led the mass towards various entrances to the bunkers. Struck with fear, some of the lines went on stampedes, but with the help of the help of the students,, they were able to somehow reduce the damage.


    "This way!" They screamed.


    Michael clenched his jaw as he approached his Nightwalkers. "Okay, listen up everybody. We don''t have time to waste and every help is appreciated. So, recon team, go and gather information. Make sure everyone knows what the headmaster said. Sabbath and the rest, you guys tend to the wounded and children while the quick reaction forces go and block the monsters from reaching us. GO!"


    Everyone swiftly separated as they went to work. On the other hand, Lilith bit her lip as she felt the situation worsen over time. Just what was happening?!


    Meanwhile, Azerel smiled fanatically as he watched the chaos and destruction ensue. Just like what Taranius predicted, the portal''s appeared close to the flower, and soon, more and more will come pouring in.


    Azerel couldn''t help but tremble in ecstasy as he watched the people get slaughtered like pigs, their blood staining the earth and their guts scattered around the city, along with their pleas and cries of desperation.


    It was truly a magnificent sight. A worthy banquet for the growing flower.


    "W-what is this?" Kyros asked in confusion as he watched monsters destroy the city without mercy.


    "What I promised," Azerel said.


    "THIS WASN''T THE DEAL! YOU PROMISED ME POWER, BUT WHAT USE IS THAT IF EVERYONE IS GONE?!" Kyros blasted in pure rage.


    "Don''t you understand? If you were to be the sole survivor of this event, the other sanctuaries will view you as a hero who survived against all odds. You will have fame and power like no other!" Azerel said. "Besides, I am taking care of your enemies, aren''t I?"


    Kyros''s mouth was sewn shut as he watched the carnage go on. What Azerel said was true. If he were to survive this disaster, he could make up all kinds of stories and gather all the sympathy and support of the other sanctuaries. He wouldn''t only thrive in Tera, but everywhere else!


    "I understand... What do we do now?" Kyros asked.


    "Now you finally understand!" Azerel said. "First, we protect the flower beneath us, and it will do the rest."


    "So kill every threat?" Kyros asked.


    "Bingo," Azerel replied.


    "Anyone?" Kyros inquired.


    "Anyone," Azerel answered as Kyros''s hands ignited red along with his forearms, his hair glowing crimson as he leaped forward.


    "Now then," Azerel said as he looked at the cloaked assassin standing behind him. "Go."


    The assassin nodded before his figure vanished without a trace.


    Back on Samael''s carriage, he felt an odd sensation. A deep, gut-wrenching fear enveloped his heart. On cue, Icarius took out a remnant, and upon seeing its contents, his entire demeanour changed.


    "What''s happening?" Ajax asked as he sat straight.


    Icarius remained silent for a few seconds before he spoke.


    "Tera is under attack."

 CH120-Mercy.

    "What?!" Samael roared as he rose up, shaking the carriage.


    "What''s happening there right now?" Ajax asked.


    "There are no clear communications as of the moment. It''s as if something is blocking word from getting out. It''s how I knew there was an attack," Icarius said.


    "We need to go back," Samael said as he felt his heart beat faster by the second. Lilith was there at the moment; she is in danger.


    "Calm down," Icarius said.


    "CALM DOWN?!" Samael roared, his astral pressure halting the carriage.


    Icarius frowned as he spoke. "I said..."


    "Calm. Down."


    A heavier pressure struck Samael as he was forced to withdraw his own aura. Then again, how can he calm down when Lilith is in danger?


    "Don''t worry about them," Icarius said.


    "How are you so sure?" Samael asked as he suppressed his fear.


    A small smirk made its way to Icarius''s lips. "Because they have a monster among them."


    ***


    Cole, the new Saint of Tera, stood atop one of the defensive towers where a dozen knights gathered, watching in horror as a. army of silhouettes began to form in the foggy distance. Some were small but large in number, as though they were the waves in the oceans. While some stood towering in height, their steps were enough to cause small earthquakes. However, what worried Cole wasn''t the number, but the ranks. Although vague, he can feel that some of those abominations were Saint-ranked monsters. He could handle one, but multiple? That was impossible.


    Cole gritted his teeth as he took out his staff. He knew being the saint of a sanctuary was a big responsibility that required you to fight for those who couldn''t. even if it costs you your life. It looks like it''s his turn.


    Raising the staff high in the air, Cole''s lips parted when a voice overshadowed his.


    "Put down your weapon. You''re only wasting your strength."


    Cole''s eyes widened as he shot a look beside him. There stood Aphemis, her hair being swept by the raging winds.


    "I''ll handle the Saints; you increase the defence of the walls. There are more coming, and they''re coming fast," Aphemis said.


    Cole nodded as he slammed his staff down, causing a wave to disperse outward.


    "Woodland realm."


    The earth shook and the winds howled as the ground cracked. From it came thousands upon thousands of large wooden vines, tangling themselves to the wall and strengthening its defence. As it did, Aphemis glanced at the incoming predators.


    "Annoying," she muttered as her figure vanished, appearing high above the air, black flames billowing from her soles. "You should have never come here."


    Back in the academy, the students hastily guided the people to the bunkers deep below the city. As they heard the incoming sounds of the beasts, they couldn''t help but feel panic slowly overwhelm them.


    Sabbath and the rest immediately made post as they treated the injured and sick, treating their wounds and patching them as they sent them down. With their help, they were able to guide the other students of other familias to coordinate and aid with the cause.


    Meanwhile, Desmond and his team made rounds, making sure to give all the information the other students needed. Mainly, the situation at hand, what to do, and where they are going. This lessened the chaos and allowed for a smoother evacuation.


    On the other hand, Lilith and the rest had begun to form a defensive line along with other students who followed them. They have seen her powers, and as such, it was natural to follow her lead.


    As they waited for the waves of abominations, the familia leaders all gathered near the centre of the city to slow down the downpour of the monsters and investigate where they were coming from.


    Standing atop the houses of Tera, they saw multiple portals appear continuously, fuelling the arrival of the abominations that seemingly have no end.


    "Why are they forming here?" Therese muttered, fear and confusion present in her eyes.


    "Those bastards...!" Arnold said as his fists began to emit low, popping sounds.


    "No time to waste. Focus on what''s ahead," Raymond intervened as he went on ahead, greeting the monsters head-on. Following his lead, the other four leaders went in pursuit, with Michael remaining silent, knowing the synergy they have.


    Meanwhile, Oliver, the headmaster, walked along a large hallway with windows lighting the path. As he arrived at the end of the corridor, he went inside a room where a silhouette stood next to a window.


    "...Found... You," the cloaked figure said as he slowly looked at Oliver, dropping the head he''s holding. The head of one of the Thaesir leaders.


    The room was painted red, along with the corpses of the other Thaesir clan heads, gathering flies as their guts spilt.


    Oliver clenched his jaw as he looked at the dead faces of his friends. Although they are now rivals, they were once his students. Now, they are reduced to this state.


    Shifting his gaze at the cloaked assassin, Oliver held his cane as he unsheathed it, revealing a thin blade that hummed in the air. "You came for me; now I''m here."


    In the span of a second, a massive explosion shook the building as the entire side was blown off. From the dust cloud, two figures emerged, their blades clashing.


    Standing on the roofs of two separate houses, Oliver and the assassin stared at each other, their auras colliding, shattering the surrounding structures.


    Raising his blade, Oliver spoke


    "Wind sheathe."


    Slowly, the thin steel sword was coated in a nearly transparent greenish aura. Enhancing its speed and taking away the wind resistance.


    In response, the assassin raised his hands, revealing a pair of blades embedded in his forearms, stitched into his skin.


    "Severing light."


    A wave of light slowly stemmed from the knives, jutting outward, highlighting the curve of the blades. But in contrast to most Light users of the Ministry, the assassin''s light was murky and slightly darkish.


    "Let''s see which is faster, my wind or your light," Oliver said.


    For a second, the two remained idle before their figures vanished without trace. Like thunder, an ear-shattering explosion thundered in the air as the two collided.


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    Not wasting time, Oliver swiftly circled the assassin, forming multiple afterimages as he attacked without stopping.


    The assassin kept its stand as it deflected and dodged the strikes, weaving and slipping past Oliver''s attacks. But it wasn''t going to just stand idle.


    Going into the aggressive, the cloaked assassin curved inwards as multiple light spikes exploded from his back, nearly hitting Oliver as he nimbly backed away.


    However, the assassin wasn''t done yet as he spoke.


    "Separate."


    Without warning, the spikes of light burst outward, hauling fast at Oliver as his eyes widened.


    Reacting fast, he weaved and danced around the projectiles, each time closing the distance as he too countered.


    "Wind parade."


    Thrusting multiple times a second, he sent forth a barrage of wind stabs enough to tear holes through metal.


    The assassin dashed back as he avoided the stabs, some of which he deflected.


    "Purging light."


    Swinging his arms forward, the assassin sent two wide arcs of light, cutting through the air without resistance. But Oliver stood his ground as he drew upward, cutting through the attack and even sending a wind blade forward.


    The assassin raised his hand as a shield made of light formed, blocking the attack as he spun it and sent it like a boomerang.


    "Multiply."


    Before Oliver''s eyes, the disc tripled in number. Reacting fast, he hopped and positioned his body in between the two first discs, avoiding them while at the same time dashing forward as he landed.


    As their blades clashed again, a plethora of sparks followed as they danced around the battlefield, their strikes shattering everything that came into contact, leaving nothing but rubble in their wake. But it wasn''t the worst of it, as multiple spells followed close, pulverising the prized structures of Tera.


    "Let''s speed this up," Oliver said as he doubled his speed. The assassin returned the gesture as he too spoke.


    "Mimic."


    The assassin''s body glew murky golden for a second as another figure separated from him, another clone of him.


    "Nice trick," Oliver said.


    Circling the headmaster, the two attacked simultaneously, overwhelming him¡ªor so they thought.


    Oliver kept up with the two, even firing counterattacks occasionally as he weaved and threaded like a leaf in the wind.


    Parrying one of the assassins, Oliver swept him off his feet as he turned fast, delivering a swift slash at the clone''s body, shattering it to pieces as it fell like sparks of light.


    "You and me again," Oliver said. "Let''s try this again."


    The assassin rose up as he spoke, surprising the headmaster.


    "No, it''s time to go serious."


    Oliver released a soft sigh. "As you wish."


    Lowering his blade, Oliver planted the tip down the earth as one would with a cane, his eyes closed as though he were enjoying the breeze.


    The assassin, on the other hand, connected the handles of his daggers before separating them, forming a golden handle made from light. Slowly, he began to spin them, each second speeding up.


    As the two stood before each other, they spoke in unison.


    "Sub zone."


    "Hurricane march."


    "Scorching light."


    Oliver''s subzone began to generate extreme winds as multiple hurricanes formed, all charging straight at the assassin, picking debris on the way. On the other hand, the assassin''s domain emitted rays of light that burned everything it touched.


    As the two collided, multiple explosions and earth-shattering earthquakes shook the ground, destroying the surrounding area and leaving nothing but a wasteland.


    As the two sub zone slammed against each other, the struggle intensified as they both felt the backlash of the clash.


    The assassin grunted as he felt his foot slide back, slowly but surely. However, Oliver stood strong as his clothes waved back.


    Gathering his strength, the assassin poured all his strength, causing a large explosion that sent shockwaves of great magnitude. So strong, even the students felt the tremors.


    As the dust clouds rose high in the air, blocking the sun, a brilliant ray of light creeped from the darkness, revealing a giant, four-armed humanoid made of light. But on the other side, the smoke screen was blown away as a giant made of wind revealed itself opposite the other.


    The two charged at each other, colliding as Oliver slammed his fist over the light avatar. However, the four-armed behemoth swiftly recoiled back, striking him with twice the power. But the headmaster wasn''t done yet as he whipped his arm, forming chains made of wind that bound his foe down.


    Taking advantage of this, Oliver sent his knee forward, shattering the face of the avatar as it tumbled back. Using his momentum, he formed a wind spear and leaped in the air.


    But the assassin wasn''t going to give up so easily, as he raised two of his arms, followed by a ginormous blade of light stemming from the ground, impaling the wind avatar. Yet the spear kept going, embedding itself in the torso of the assassin.


    Oliver smiled as a drop of blood trickled down his lips. Meanwhile, the assassin coughed up blood as he rose up.


    Raising his hand, Oliver shattered the sword as his Avatar fell on its knee. But with his sheer willpower, he too stood back up.


    The two circled each other before they clashed again, going hand in hand as they struck without stopping, their blows enough to cause shockwaves that could shatter the very earth.


    Oliver, with his speed, kept a pace of attack that overwhelmed the assassin, striking him multiple times in the same place without him being able to defend. But the assassin, with his strong physiology, tanked the attacks and instead attacked rather than defend, striking blows that Oliver would dodge, but the little that hit was enough to make him shake.


    The two kept sharing blow after blow, turning the ground to mush as the assassin roared, the intensity of his punches growing by the minute. Oliver simply smiled as he kept his pace steady.


    As their screams mixed, the two took stance as they both threw a reckoning blow, their fists smashing against each other''s jaws as they were sent back. Upon landing, another violent explosion covered their avatars.


    As the dust settled, it revealed the two resting in the rubble they made. Grunting, the assassin painstakingly rose up his feet, blood trickling down his orifices, his eyes bloodshot.


    Oliver coughed as he rose up using his cane, his avatar gone along with the assailant.


    "Pesky," the assassin said, his voice coarse as though he struggled to speak.


    "I can say the same," Oliver said in return.


    The assassin slowly raised his hand in the air as he stared at the sun, burning its glory in his retinas.


    "Oh Taranius, give me strength. Bless me with your glory so that... I may take down the obstacles before... me," he said.


    "Heed my call... Oh my glorious god..."


    "Burn through me."


    Oliver''s eyes narrowed as he felt an aura like never before. It was as though something was descending. But before he could even understand what''s happening, the assassin''s body glew bright like the sun had enveloped him, coating his body in its brilliance.


    "You..." Oliver muttered. The assassin was burning through his life force in exchange for power. His strength was currently spiking, going through the roof.


    "You have gone mad," Oliver said as he raised his blade. Yet his eyes widened when the man appeared inches before him, his blade hovering centimetres from his eyes.


    Reacting as fast as he could, Oliver slipped his head to the side, the blade cutting his cheeks and taking out his ear.


    Rotating his blade in his hand, the assassin sent the blade to the side, attempting to cut the headmaster''s head, but Oliver was light on his feet as he dove down and hopped back.


    To maintain the distance, he threw forward a myriad of wind slashes, forcing the assassin to back away. However, like earlier, he appeared inches before the headmaster as he sent a flurry of strikes.


    Oliver felt the cold sweat trickle down his forehead as he hastily weaved back and forth, nimbly avoiding the slashes.


    But slowly, he can see how the man''s body began to deteriorate; his flesh had gone smaller, and his skin had begun to hug his bones. Not to mention, although he gained power, it seems his rationality has begun to degrade.


    "ARGHHH!!!" The assassin roared as he slammed his hand down, stirring the dust before he beamed forward.


    Oliver''s eyes widened as he raised his blade, blocking the attack, but he was sent back due to the force.


    The assassin, not giving him space, rushed again as he stabbed his blade into the man''s shoulder, tearing his flesh.


    Oliver gritted his teeth as he felt the blade twist violently inside his arm, but he gathered his strength and returned the sentiment by cutting the assassin''s arm.


    The assassin roared in pain as he held his bleeding arm, his blood painting the earth crimson. Now blinded by rage, he snarled at the headmaster as he lunged forward.


    Oliver clenched his jaw as he struggled to block the blind attacks of the man, his arm trembling, and every blow felt closer than the last.


    With one strong punch, Oliver slid back, his blade cracked and his face pale, along with the bullets of sweat on his forehead. His vision had begun to swirl, and he could feel the wound pulsing and enlarging.


    Taking a look at the stab, Oliver''s eyes narrowed as he saw black nerves stemming from the stab along with a foul scent of rot.


    "Demon slaying rod," he muttered as he realised what was happening. "So it seems..."


    Shifting his gaze back at the feral assassin, he noticed the lashes and the scars on his body. Yet his eyes almost looked as though they were scared.


    "This isn''t the eyes of a man who''s willing to die for his cause," Oliver said as he gathered his remaining strength.


    His time was nearing. He could feel it. But even so, even for the last time, he wishes to spare another soul. Just one last time. Using all his remaining essence, Oliver Herax, the headmaster of the academy, dashed at speed even the assassin couldn''t see.


    "Gentle wind."


    Like the warm breeze brought upon him by the morning sun, the assassin felt as though he were caressed by a gentle wind. How so? When has he already lost his sensation for such things? It doesn''t matter.


    Oliver landed behind the man as his body fell down with a soft thud, his head rolling to the side as life left his eyes. He was dead.


    Taking one last look at the dead man, Oliver sighed as he shared a final glance at Tera. It was time to meet his family, this place was in good hands now.


    "Finally," Oliver said as the darkness took him.

 CH121-He who lurks in Shadows.

    As the battle raged on and the casualties began to pile up, Lilith and the rest couldn''t help but feel the fatigue slowly build up. Although the leaders of the academy were in the front lines, taking the bulk of the enemy waves, there were still plenty who managed to pass them.


    Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Lilith looked around her, at the destruction ensuing. Small mountains of dead abominations were scattered around, their blood forming small puddles mixed with the human corpses.


    Just when will things end?


    "So you''re the girl that man finessed?" A voice erupted a few meters from Lilith, prompting everyone to heighten their guards and take position.


    Standing before them was a man adorned in a white cloak along with a large white and gold greatsword slung behind him.


    "I must say, he has quite the taste," He followed. "Shame you''re a demon."


    Lilith clenched her teeth as she coated her scythe in chaos energy.


    "Oooh, fierce," He said as he chuckled. "You should know, you''re no match for me... I wonder what face he''ll make once he see''s your rotting corpse?"


    Without warning, the man''s figure vanished as he appeared inches from the group, his fist barreling towards Lilith.


    Unable to react, Lilith watched the fist inched closer and closer, her heart halting for a second¡ª


    "Back off."


    A loud bang erupted in the air as everyone watched in surprise when Samael''s figure appeared in between them as he caught the wrist of the man.


    Dragging him closer, Samael whipped his hand, throwing him back as he landed gently on the earth.


    "You''ve finally arrived," the cloaked individual said.


    "Azerel," Samael said.


    "At your service," Azerel replied as he took off his hood, revealing a pair of golden eyes and a wide smirk planted on his face.


    Shifting his gaze at Lilith and the rest, Samael sighed. "Get back. This fight is mine."


    "But¡ª"


    "No buts," Samael sternly said.


    Lilith bit her lip as she forcefully nodded. Following Samael''s orders, she guided the other students away from the location, ensuring no one gets hurt any further.


    Seeing them leave the vicinity, Samael returned his focus on the man in front of him.


    "Long time no see, yes?" Azerel said.


    Not responding to his taunts, Samael raised his hands as he closed his palm. From thin air, Crimson Raven manifested in his hand, its shape slowly distorting as it continuously fed off of Void essence.


    "Not quite the talker eh?" Azerel said as he too took hold of the hilt of his greatsword before unsheathing it, the brilliance of the sun bouncing off of its surface.


    On the other hand, Michael and the rest panted violently as they watched another batch of abominations spring out of the cracks, each time stronger than the last. However, their faces paled when they felt an aura stemming from the portal.


    As they feared, it had come. The first Saint rank beast.


    From the depths of the cracks in space and time, a elongated white leg stepped out, revealing a slim but tall creature that had no head. However, it possessed four arms and multiple eyes in its torso.


    "Shit!" Arnold said as he slammed his fist together before charging forth in a fiery explosion. Within seconds, he reached the abomination as he delivered a sharp jab. But the beast was fast. Way faster than him.


    Slipping to the side, the creature easily got through the attack as it swung its arm with speed not even Michael could see.


    Everyone gasped as they watched Arnold''s headless body tumble down, his blood painting the ground crimson.


    "Damn it!" Therese shouted as she raised her hands when a flash passed by her.


    Looking at her arms, Therese screamed in horror as she watched blood spurt from her severed hands. On the side stood Rudy, his sword resting on his palm.


    "Sorry, it''s nothing personal." Rudy muttered.


    "You bastard..." Michael said.


    ***


    "Looking for me?" A monotonous voice asked.


    Kyros''s steps were halted as he shot a glance at a shattered pilar where Ajax sat.


    "How kind of you to escort yourself to your death," Kyros said.


    "I''ll exterminate you now," Ajax cut in as he unsheathed two of his swords.


    Kyros gritted his teeth as his hands glew red, illuminating the surrounding areas as smoke began to fizzle from his skin.


    Ajax remained calm and cold as his blade was coated in a wave of shadow, slowly swirling around the steel edge of the weapon as the two circled each other.


    Their stalemate ended when Kyros lunged forward with a reckoning boom, shattering the ground as he propelled his fist forward.


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    "Heat surge!"


    Upon casting, his hands burst into flames, engulfing his entire arm. However, Ajax wasn''t going to sit idly by as his figure fell down his shadow, prompting the man to miss. But the scale of his attack was enough to pulverize a building behind Ajax into nothing but ashes.


    Taking advantage of the situation, Ajax resurfaced behind the man as he delivered a swift slash.


    Reacting fast, Kyros whipped back, his hand slamming against the blade, forcing the two in another stalemate. But Kyros wasn''t wasting time as he cast.


    "Flame burst!"


    His hand glew bright within the span of one second, releasing tremendous heat. In response, Ajax spoke.


    "Shadow bind."


    Multiple tendrils of shadow latched unto Kyros, forcing his hand down as Ajax fell back. On cue, a wave of flame escaped the man''s hands, engulfing his previous location.


    Breaking free from the shadow tendrils, Kyros propelled himself forward, flames surging from his soles, allowing him to reach speed no mundane man can see.


    As Ajax left his shadow, his eyes widened as he slipped to the left, barely avoiding the fist of the Thaesir leader as it nicked his cheek, melting his armor and fusing it with his wounded flesh.


    Ignoring the pain, Ajax pivoted his foot as he swung his blade towards the man, drawing a line across his cheek as blood stained his visage.


    Recoiling back, Kyros hissed in pain. Although a saint, his power was mostly artificial as he never fought the same amount of battles Ajax has.


    Although his element has more firepower, Ajax has more experience.


    "Bastard!" Kyros roared as his arms blazed in flames.


    Instead of being defensive, Ajax spoke.


    "Shadow weave: Battle saint."


    Traces of shadow began to slowly swirl in his body, extending outwards to form another pair of arms that unsheathed Ajax''s remaining two blades. With one forceful stomp, he jetted forward.


    Kyros''s eyes widened as he ducked, barely avoiding the two swords aiming for his throat. However, the onslaught of attacks were just beginning as Ajax threw strike after strike, forcing the man to dance as he dodged without stop.


    Increasing the intensity of the attacks, Ajax launched one abilities after the other, pressuring Kyros as the man had no choice but to dash back.


    "Fire rain!"


    Punching the air rapidly, Kyros sent forward a myriad of punches made of flames, all hurling towards Ajax, forcing him to defend. But Ajax was persistent as he delved into the shadows, easily passing through the sea of flames.


    Noticing the same move, Kyros slammed his fist on the earth as flames erupted from them, completely shattering the ground. But to his surprise, the shadow was left unaffected as Ajax hopped out and cast.


    "Copy: Imgrave wolf."


    From the shadows, a large wolf made of shadows leaped out, charging at Kyros and biting his arm.


    The man hastily jerked his arm back but that small window of opportunity was enough as Ajax swooped in, delivering a slash at his ribs. Unfortunately, it was shallow as Kyros managed to weaved to the side.


    Holding his wound, Kyros gritted his teeth. He did not know Ajax was this strong. He knew he became a saint recently but how come he was already this far beyond? What made them different?!


    "I can''t accept this!" Kyros roared as he chanted.


    "Burning body."


    Ajax''s steps were halted as Kyros''s entire body exploded into a sea of flames, engulfing every part of him ang scorching the ground and area around him.


    Ajax watched as the pieces of glass from the ruined houses slowly melted, turning orange as they began to bubble under the intense heat. Even at his distance, he could feel the immense flames.


    "Time to burn, boy," Kyros said, his voice deep and coarse.


    Ajax took stance when Kyros bursted forward, flames exploding from his soles as he crossed the distance with ease.


    As the man inched closer, Ajax felt the searing heat begin to trouble him. But he stood strong as he dodged the swing of the man.


    Countering back, Ajax swiped fast but his eyes widened as he saw his blade melt without trouble. Each centimetres it crosses hastened the melting process, turning it to nothing but scrap iron.


    Seizing Ajax''s bewilderment, Kyros threw a wide hook. Noticing this, the shadow Saint cranked his body as he began to evade but a small jet of fire ejected from Kyros''s elbow, boosting his speed and power as it smashed against Ajax''s raised forearms.


    With a loud bang, Ajax was sent flying back as he smashed against multiple buildings, tearing them apart as he sat down their rubbles.


    A soft grunt escaped Ajax''s lips as he looked at his forearms. Not only did the attack do severe damage, but it also scorched his skin and melted his armor, fusing it with his flesh and every move he did inflicted great pain.


    "Not so strong anymore, huh?" Kyros taunted as he approached Ajax, his steps heavy and powerful.


    Ajax slowly rose up, his eyes wandering to his shadow weave. The heat from Kyros''s flames were enough to also melt the shadow armament. If that''s the case, how will he get close?


    If he wishes to win, he would need something so hard not even his flames could beat. But how?


    Ajax watched the man slowly inched closer, the flames in his body illuminating everything in his path, casting shadows against the walls of the ruined houses.


    Seeing the shadow slowly appear closer, Ajax''s eyes glimmered. He had an idea, something that might work. But he only has one chance to make this work.


    Tightening his grip, Ajax guided the shadows around him to form, slowly slithering around his body, solidifying and connecting like a puzzle. Even Kyros was forced to halt his steps as he felt an odd aura envelop Ajax.


    Much like his shadow weave, Ajax grew two more arms. But the ability wasn''t done yet. As the shadows latched unto him, they began to take the shape of an armor. As the process ended, Ajax was enclosed in a suit of armor that appeared similar to what he was wearing but far more stronger.


    "Shadow weave: Shadow sentinel."


    Kyros clenched his teeth as he scowled. "You think using another form is enough to beat my heat?! I''ll drill it in your brains then!"


    Without warning, his figure exploded forward, melting the earth behind him as he threw his fist at Ajax.


    But this time was different.


    An ear shattering explosion shook the area as a surge of flames enveloped Ajax. Seeing this, Kyros erupted into laughter when a fist slammed against his jaw, forcing him to step back as he felt his boiling blood trickle down his nose.


    From the flames walked out Ajax, his body unharmed.


    Shadow sentinel, an ability Ajax thought of. However, it wasn''t some new idea that he had on the spot. It was something he had considered when his Avatar formed. A miniature version of an avatar. Something far more efficient and energy saving. Not only that, but suited for combat where excess destruction must be avoided...


    And it worked.


    Kyros watched in bewilderment as Ajax walked out of the sea of flames unharmed and unbothered.


    Now it was his turn.


    Dashing forward, Ajax slammed his fist unto Kyros''s stomach at speeds that far exceeded even the Thaesir leader. However it wasn''t over yet as Ajax followed with a quick jab straight in his face, shattering his nose.


    Amping up his attacks, Ajax pummeled the man without stop, throwing one punch after the other.


    Attempting to retaliate, Kyros shot a burst of flames at the man but Ajax was faster as he swing his swords, easily cutting the man''s arms.


    "ARGHHHH!!!" Kyros howled in pain as he stumbled back.


    Looking at Ajax and the shadow around him, Kyros felt his heart sink. Just how unmatched was he?


    Ajax inched closer and closer as he spoke.


    "Your flames might burn brighter than everyone''s, but from the beginning you''ve already lost."


    Raising his blade in front of him, Kyros saw his reflection in the shadow, fear slowly eating him.


    "For every light will dwell a shadow. And know that I will be there."


    "Sub zone: Shadow Nexus."


    A sub zone, something Kyros did not possess as he was too weak. His inability was the problem.


    As the Shadows engulfed him, Kyros felt unbearable regret and frustration.


    Just why did he suffer like this? What did he do to deserve this?


    Turning to the side, Kyros saw a child and a house. One he was familiar with.


    "Weak. Too weak. What a disgrace to our family."


    "Are you really their son? What a waste."


    "You''ll lead your clan to downfall. Trash."


    Yes, the cycle never really ended.


    Expectations, something he was used to and something he truly hated. Yet, he failed to realize he did the same to others.


    "Consumed by your greed, the shadows consume you in return," Ajax said amidst the darkness.


    Yes, perhaps this was what he truly deserved.


    Death.


    "Good bye, Thaesir Kyros."

 CH122-Sacrifice.

    "You bastard," Michael snarled.


    "Don''t look so surprised now, Michael. These things were coming a long time ago," Rudy said.


    Raymond stayed back as he actively applied ice to Therese''s wounds, stopping the bleeding. She was currently in shock, as she had never experienced such severe injuries before.


    "Shut the fuck up," Michael said as he blitzed forward.


    Rudy''s eyes widened as he barely avoided the first slash; it''s tip-nicking his ear as it bled without stop.


    "Son of a bitch!" Rudy roared as he slammed his foot down, where a surge of flames burst, forcing Michael to back away.


    However, Michael wasn''t having it, as he slashed multiple times, sending blood waves at the man. But his eyes widened as he felt a presence rapidly approach him.


    Reacting fast, he turned around as he blocked the claws of the white saint abomination earlier, throwing him back.


    Rising up, he grunted as he spoke.


    "Hyper flow."


    Michael''s blood began to flow at a speed quintuple of that of an awakened person, giving him a boost in strength and speed as he lunged forward.


    Rudy smirked as he went behind the beast, forcing Michael to change targets as he crossed blades with the creature.


    "You fucking coward!" Michael roared as he chanted.


    "Burning blood!"


    Without warning, the blood on his blade ignited in flames, burning the saint beast as it broke the stalemate.


    "Flames, huh?!" Rudy said as he inhaled and spewed flames at Michael.


    Michael''s eyes widened as he extended his arm, forming a blood barrier that took the blunt of the force. Unfortunately, he cannot simply dodge, as Therese and Raymond would get hit.


    Clenching his jaw, Michael''s arms trembled under the impact of the flames. Slowly, he can feel the blood boil, and as it does, the more painful it becomes.


    However, his visage paled as the white Abomination charged forward, shattering the shield and sending him back.


    As his defence fell, the surge of flames began to swarm them, engulfing everything in its path.


    Raymond watched as the flames inched closer and closer. He knew that if he took off his hands, Therese would die of blood lost and poison in her veins; it was unlike everything he''s seen. Stopping now would allow it to flow once more, and saving her would be a far-fetched dream.


    Seeing the flames go closer and closer, Raymond shot a look at Therese for the last time as he closed his eyes, his hand retreating when Michael spoke.


    "Don''t take your hands off."


    Raymond''s eyes widened as Michael''s figure jumped before them and the flames, fully tanking the heat and the burning inferno with his bare body barely coated in blood.


    When the flames had died and the smoke had ceased, Michael stood there, his body trembling as his skin had gone black, charred, and completely burned, along with the foul stench of flesh being cooked.


    A wide smirk made its way to Rudy''s face as he watched the state of the man. However, his smirk vanished quickly as Michael''s eyes stared directly at him.


    Although vague, Michael could feel more saint-ranked Abominations coming his way. If they stay here any longer, Raymond and Therese will die.


    Shifting his gaze at them, Michael could understand the anger they felt towards him. He was there when the students were on a mission, and yet he couldn''t save them. Even now, he resents himself for that weakness. But now... He has a chance.


    "Go, run away," Michael said.


    Raymond''s eyes shot at Michael. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"


    "I said, run," Michael repeated as he slowly raised his shaking arm.


    "Wha... Don''t act like a fucking hero! Now''s not the time! If we''re going, everyone is going!" Raymond roared. A rather unique expression, considering his cold personality.


    "Nah, not this time," Michael said as he looked into Raymond''s eyes.


    Seeing his gaze, Raymond gritted his teeth as he nodded. He understood that there was no other choice now.


    Without uttering another word, Raymond carried the unconscious girl in his arms as he carefully dashed away, ensuring the poison and bleeding were kept at bay.


    Looking back for the final time, Raymond saw Michael''s figure stand before the enemy, unyielding as he pulled out a spike made of blood.


    A small smile made its way to Michael''s face, as he could faintly hear the voices of his students before. So close. Just one more step.


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    "Rudy, eat this, you fucking shit," Michael said as he slammed the spike in his chest.


    "Crescendo."


    Rudy''s eyes widened as his face paled.


    "NO¡ª"


    BOOM.


    An ear-shattering explosion erupted in the area as Michael''s body burst into an explosion of great magnitude, sending shockwaves that ripped the houses and the surrounding earth without mercy.


    Looking at the size of the crimson eruption, Raymond clenched his jaw. They were still too close. It would still reach them. Disregarding his safety, he covered Therese.


    "Argh, fuck!" Raymond cursed as he halted his steps to brace for the impact when a figure overshadowed them.


    Due to the sheer power of the explosion, he couldn''t see the man at first, but as it died down, the man spoke.


    "I''m sorry I couldn''t make it in time."


    As the dust settled, Icarius''s figure was revealed, his expression solemn. He could have arrived much earlier, but he took care of some matters first. When he arrived, he felt the presence of multiple Saint-ranked Abominations, so he went in and killed them. When he felt the buildup of power earlier, it was too late.


    "Go. Leave this place to me," Icarius said.


    Raymond nodded as he swallowed. Rising to his feet, he carefully carried Therese along with her severed limbs.


    As the dense dust cloud finally let go, revealing the large crater left behind by Michael''s sacrifice, Icarius clenched his jaw.


    Raising his hand where a remnant lay, he spoke, his voice travelling to the ears of all the people present in Tera.


    "People of Tera... Oliver Herax and Bloodborne Michael have fallen."


    Everyone halted their steps as the announcement echoed in the air, reverberating without stopping.


    "The headmaster is... dead?" A school staff member muttered, his face pale.


    Lilith and the rest of the Nightwalkers felt their hearts drop, a sharp ache carving through them. Their leader was dead. He was gone.


    The other students felt their bodies tremble. The headmaster was dead, as was a family leader. The very people they deemed strong were gone. Who is going to stop the monsters now?


    Gritting his teeth, Icarius resumed his message. "To all listening, hear my call; finish what they wish; get the people to safety; honour them."


    Raegan swallowed as he felt tears crawl at the edges of his eyes. Yet he remained strong as he bit his lip.


    The other teachers and students gathered their courage as they resumed the flow of the evacuation, disregarding the fear, pain, and anger they felt. What Icarius said was the truth: they had to get the people to safety first. There will be a time to mourn.


    "MOVE!" Lilith screamed as the Nightwalkers went back to work.


    Meanwhile, Samael broke free from his and Azerel''s stalemate as he listened to Icarius''s voice, his eyes wide in disbelief. On the other hand, Azerel erupted into a wide, fanatic smirk.


    "So he managed to do it," Azerel said, luring Samael''s attention.


    Looking at the man, Samael felt his stomach churn and his blood boil. His vision darkened, and his rationality slowly slipped away.


    Yet again, the ministry took something of great importance from him.


    Like a dam bursting open, Samael''s killing intent burst forth, engulfing the entire place within seconds.


    Feeling this, Azerel''s smile widened even further.


    "What strong blood lust!" He screamed as he felt his blood begin to rush.


    However, contrary to his expectations, Samael remained calm even in his rage. He did not lash out like a mindless beast.


    Tightening his grip on Crimson Raven, Samael barely held on to his rationality. He was angry¡ªtoo angry. But he has learnt many times that his emotions cannot get ahead of him.


    Looking at Azerel with fury burning in his pupils, Samael spoke.


    "I''ll kill you now."


    ***


    Lowering the remnant, Icarius shifted his gaze forward. He could feel it¡ªthe stream of Saint-ranked Abominations emerging from the portals.


    With each passing minute, the beasts exiting the gaps are becoming stronger. Soon there will be foes far more formidable swarming out. It has to end now. But how? How are the portals appearing inside the city?


    Looking ahead, Icarius extended his astral compass, covering every corner of the sanctuary. But his eyes widened when he felt something repel his senses. Something in the heart of the city.


    "Found you," Icarius muttered as a pair of black and red gauntlets formed in his hand.


    But to get there, he has to first take care of the pests coming his way.


    Slamming his fists together, sparks of lightning coursed through his hands, appearing and disappearing without trace.


    Soon, the earth trembled and the ground shook as the abominations neared. Some were already a few hundred meters from him.


    "Too slow," Icarius muttered as he lowered his stance.


    "Charged speed."


    Upon mention, large streaks of lightning coursed through his legs, emitting a blue light that cast shadows around him. With one dash forward, his figure flashed ahead like thunder in the sky, ripping through the wind and shattering the sound barrier.


    Within a second, Icarius closed the distance as he slammed his fist against an abomination that resembled that of a spider, shattering its skull to mush and ripping its flesh with lightning.


    Standing straight, Icarius watched the creature fall down, leaving a massive gaping hole where he struck.


    Not wasting time, Icarius''s figure vanished once more as two more Abominations were. blown to smithereens, their flesh painting the earth.


    Leaping high in the air, Icarius appeared before one of the large saint-ranked beasts as he spoke.


    "Inu."


    Throwing his fist ahead, a large concentration of lightning converged, taking the form of a massive dog as it crashed against the monster, completely frying and tearing its body to pieces.


    However, Icarius wasn''t done yet.


    "Thunder tempo."


    On cue, multiple streaks of lightning extended outward, lashing around like a whip, cutting and lacerating whatever it hit.


    Floating in the air, Icarius raised his hand as he grabbed a lightning bolt in the sky before launching it towards another wave of Saint-ranked beasts.


    "Thunder strike."


    As the bolt of lightning struck the horde, an explosion larger than what Michael caused erupted, blowing away whatever it hit like nothing but dust.


    The people and the students flinched as the blinding light cast shadows among them, luring their attention to the grand destruction.


    As the light finally subsided, what was left was yet another massive crater. But to Icarius''s surprise, he felt something lurking. An energy source.


    Could it be fuelling the portals? He wondered as he advanced forward. But his march was soon halted as another earthquake struck the earth.


    "What the..." Icarius''s words were cut short as his eyes widened.


    Looking towards the centre of the city, he cursed.


    "Transcendent abominations. This soon?" He said as he prepared.


    As he did, a winged beast jetted towards him as it spewed a bath of acid at him. In response, Icarius spoke.


    "Steel wall."


    From his hand, liquid metal flooded out as it hardened to form a giant metal wall. As the acid made contact, it merely ate through a couple centimetres off the shield before stopping.


    Turning them to liquid again, Icarius formed two steel discs with sharp edges as he thew them like a boomerang.


    Unable to react, the winged creature had its wings torn as it plummeted down, causing a large explosion as it got crushed under its own weight.


    Looking at the horizon, Icarius sighed. It looks like this battle was going to be more troublesome than he predicted.

 CH123-Soul forge.

    "I''ll kill you now," Samael said, his voice slowly becoming distorted as large waves of Void matter began to envelop his hands and feet, morphing them black as they also began to change Crimson Raven to something fiercer.


    "Finally! Some real competition!" Azerel screamed as he laughed maniacally, his blade leaving its sheath as the rays of the sun bounced off its white edge.


    As the battle began, Samael''s killing intent blasted forward, clashing and slamming against Azerel''s aura, causing cracks in the earth and shattering the windows of the nearby houses.


    Rotating his blade in his hand, Samael rested it on his shoulder as he fell on his stance, lowering himself near the ground as he grasped the earth before him, launching himself with speed Azerel himself could never underestimate.


    Flashing like thunder forward, Samael slashed down, but Azerel was swift as he pivoted to the side, avoiding the attack as it landed on the ground, smashing it to pieces.


    Countering back, Azerel swung his greatsword towards Samael''s neck¡ªhis eyes widened as he retracted the blade fast as a single Void spike erupted from the floor, nearly impaling him as it left a gnarly scratch on the flat side of his weapon.


    Slamming it down, Azerel spoke.


    "Tide light."


    Light energy converged within the greatsword, prompting it to glow brightly before sending forth waves upon waves of light, shattering the surrounding area and forcing Samael back.


    With the distance between them, Azerel jerked his blade back and forth as multiple arcs of light travelled towards Samael, cutting whatever may block its path.


    But two can play that game.


    Swinging his arm up, Samael muttered.


    "Void Cleave."


    Azerel''s eyes widened as multiple black waves smashed against his arcs, shattering them as the Void matter cut through them.


    Reacting fast, Azerel dodged left and right, avoiding the dark waves as he occasionally sent light arcs ahead. However, Samael wasn''t going to let him be as he lunged forward, sending chunks of earth back as he weaved through the attacks.


    Closing the distance fast, Samael sliced horizontally, forcing Azerel to step back, but a Void cleave soon followed from the weapon, causing the Ministry saint to prematurely block, sending him back a dozen meters, his figure smashing against a building.


    Taking advantage of the situation, Samael raised his finger as he spoke.


    "Void fire."


    A plethora of black bullets shot ahead, one after the other, destroying the building to dust as explosions shook the earth. However, Samael flinched as he hastily ducked, following his instincts as Azerel''s blade passed by, a nasty smirk present in his face.


    Azerel chuckled menacingly as he used the momentum of his initial attack to rotate his body and send another vertical slash. But Samael was nimble as he activated his ability Flow, allowing him to hasten his speed and dodge the attack last second.


    With his speed and agility increasing, Samael flexibly bent his body as he delivered an upward strike, forcing Azerel to flip back and send a light whip.


    However, his attention soon shifted when a large hand overshadowed him.


    "Void Palm."


    Azerel''s smile widened as he rotated his body mid-air and spoke.


    "Divine hand."


    From above the sky, a massive golden hand broke through the clouds, swiftly smashing against the Void palm, causing a massive explosion that levelled multiple houses away.


    As the dust cloud settled, Azerel swept the surroundings with his eyes but found no signs of Samael. But just as he was about to extend his astral compass outward, he felt the wind shift as he cast a shield made of light.


    As he did, a loud bang erupted along with a large shockwave that cleared the dust away. On the other side of the shield stood Samael, his axe embedded in the barrier, with a large crack present in its surface.


    "Neat trick!" Azerel praised. But Samael wasn''t done yet.


    "Void bind."


    Just as Azerel was about to back off, his advance was halted as multiple black chains protruded from the ground, binding him down.


    Taking advantage of this confusion, Samael spoke.


    "Null thrust."


    Slamming his fist at the barrier, a large concentration of Void matter gathered at one point, easily shattering and piercing the shield as it drove straight to Azerel.


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    Unable to dodge away, he spoke.


    "Blinding light!"


    Without warning, a blinding flash of light came off his weapon, causing Samael to lose focus as Azerel cranked his neck to the side, the attack nicking his cheek and blowing away his right ear.


    "You fucking did it!" He screamed as he laughed hysterically. As he did, his body too ignited in a bright display of light, shattering the chains and pushing Samael back.


    Landing on his feet, Samael slid off the earth as his feet drew lines. Halting his movements, he glanced at the scene.


    When the lights died out, Azerel walked out unscathed, his ears healed, and his cheeks were all good. As though he was never injured.


    Azerel was like most priests and people blessed by Taranius. His talent was by no means the best, although it was better than some. But what truly made him stand out and be chosen by a Cardinal was his unique affinity and obsession with violence and regeneration.


    Azerel had a talent for inflicting severe pain on his enemies in the form of searing burns and cuts, making sure to torment them before they died. This is why he takes pleasure in such hard battles, as he knows the great ecstasy of bringing his foes down.


    Not only that, but he also possesses great talent for the ability to regenerate. He has mastered the skill of using light to heal his injuries. He was a person who inflicted harm on others and recovered from it.


    "Let''s do this again, yeah?" Azerel said, a fanatical smirk present on his lips.


    ***


    Icarius watched as multiple silhouettes blackened the sun; their auras were stronger than the ones before them.


    "This is going to be troublesome," Icarius said.


    Transcendent creatures were strong and destructive. If they were allowed to rampage, everything in Tera would be destroyed.


    However, Icarius has never seen so many at once. In his entire lifetime, he''s killed about four, and they were in places no man would ever venture to on their own. Just where are they coming from? Where do these portals lead to?


    Clenching his jaw, Icarius knew that even as a deity-ranked individual, even if he could kill these beings without much trouble, this many and this terrain could overwhelm him. There was only one way to take care of this, and that''s to do it fast.


    Sensing the odd concentration of energy, Aphemis shot a glance in Icarius''s direction.


    "Is he...?" Aphemis muttered.


    "Is something wrong?" Cole asked.


    "You might want to watch this," Aphemis said, prompting the man to look at Icarius''s figure.


    "What''s happening?" Cole asked.


    A small smile made its way to Aphemis''s lips. "You''re about to witness why deity-ranked creatures are called such and why Icarius was titled the strongest human to exist."


    Icarius floated high in the sky as he watched the beast approach him by the second. Without fear in his eyes, he slowly raised his hand.


    Slowly, specks of lightning erupted in his hands, along with metal forming in his skin. Clasping his palm tight, a bolt of lightning landed on his hand.


    "First awakening: soul forge."


    Slamming the bolt straight into his heart, a bright blue light engulfed the entire surroundings, devouring everything near it in its brilliant glory.


    Amidst this chaos, a voice spoke, reverberating as though it were everywhere.


    "Thunder God."


    As the bright light faded away, Icarius''s figure stood alone, hovering high in the sky. However, a suit of lightning encased his body, wrapping it in its embrace. The lightning acted as some form of armour, along with the metal acting as a gauntlet.


    Soul forge, an ability one can acquire through sheer mastery of his element as he reaches the realm of Deity. It is at this rank that a human''s soul leaps boundaries and gains the ability to show a potential that has been locked away.


    Each soul forge is different from the rest, just like a person''s soul. It may take the form of a weapon, a shield, or even an armor. In Icarius''s case, it''s armour. But no ordinary one.


    The thunder god gave Icarius an exponential boost in strength, durability, endurance, and most importantly, speed. Not only that, but it allows him to wield his element with far more ease and lethality.


    The armour also allows Icarius to turn to lightning for a few seconds at a time, but this does consume essence. Not only that, but it also deals with another type of damage only people of his rank and Samael know about.


    Soul damage.


    Bursting forward, Icarius closed the distance within a second, crossing hundreds of meters with ease as a loud thunderclap erupted in the air.


    Unable to react, the abominations were engulfed in darkness as their bodies were blown to pieces, raining down and staining the earth crimson.


    Looking at the monsters leaving the portals, Icarius''s eyes narrowed as he expanded his astral compass. However, as usual, it was negated, surprising him even more.


    "Even with thunder, God, I still can''t sense whatever it is," Icarius asked himself. If so, how will he find out? Only one way.


    However, his train of thought was once again interrupted as another batch of portals tore through space.


    Casting a glance at the incoming beasts, Icarius raised his hand as two lightning blades formed. With one fell swoop, a large whip-like wave of lightning shot forward, tearing whatever it hit to shreds.


    But his efforts were futile, as more and more came out. Each time stronger than the last.


    Slamming his palms together, a loud crack of thunder escaped as a shockwave of lightning purged outwards, killing all it struck.


    Charging forward, he blitzed multiple creatures, tearing through their insides and out the other side. Yet that never seemed to diminish their numbers. They only kept increasing.


    Raising his hands, Icarius brought them down as multiple streaks of lightning rained down, destroying the beasts one by one.


    In some of the portals, Icarius threw lightning bombs in, killing whatever may come out before they even step foot. But as though some sick joke, the portals kept increasing in number.


    "Having a hard time?" Aphemis asked.


    Icarius cast a glance at the woman. "These portals are coming from somewhere. However, I do not have the liberty to find out as these beasts seem to never end."


    Aphemis shot a glance at the portals. "What''s your plan?"


    A smirk made its way to Icarius''s face. "Blow everything up."


    A sinister smile formed on Aphemis''s lips. "I like your idea."


    "First awakening: soul forge."


    Raising her hands as though she were basking in the heat of the sun, Aphemis resumed.


    "Infernal butterflies."


    Multiple sparks of black flame erupted out of thin air, surrounding her as they began to form and converge. Each time it did, a butterfly made of hellfire was made, fluttering around Aphemis, creating a breath-taking sight.


    However, as beautiful as they may appear, these butterflies can also deal soul damage. Not only that, but the burn they cause is enough to turn one into ashes if underestimated.


    These butterflies will heed her call and protect her. Anything it touches, it sets aflame. It was a sea of destruction she wields at her own accord.


    "Focus on your plan; allow me to slaughter these beasts."

 CH124-Whatever it takes.

    Samael''s eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip on Crimson Raven. Seeing how fast Azerel regenerated was something he did not expect considering his element eats through whatever it hits. However, instead of backing down, Samael lunged forward with one forceful stomp on the ground.


    Closing the distance with ease, Samael''s left hand morphed, forming long onyx black claws.


    As their blades clashed, Samael followed fast with his left claw, forcing Azerel to be on the defensive as he threw one attack after the other.


    Like feathers in the wind, the two danced around as sparks flew everywhere, igniting the area as they collided without stopping.


    Heeding Michael''s teaching, Samael amplified his aggression, using his unpredictability to its fullest as he attacked and casted at the same time. But Azerel wasn''t so weak, as he kept up.


    Using his speed, Azerel managed to deflect the slashes away; some he blocked, some he dodged.


    Countering some of Samael''s swings, Azerel spoke.


    "Light blades."


    Multiple golden blades formed around him, hovering in the air as they launched forward with every slash he made.


    Seeing these blades, Samael flexibly weaved through them as he cast.


    "Hover blades."


    Using his own hoovering weapons, Samael intercepted the light blades with his own, shattering them in the air.


    Pushing his speed even farther, Samael pushed forward, forcing the saint into a corner. But to no avail as he rotated his weapon, sending a rain of light waves.


    Seeing this, Samael exploded into a flock of ravens, fluttering around and dodging the attacks with ease before regrouping.


    Reforming again, Samael slammed his axe down, but Azerel was swift as he turned sideways, his blade rising for a counter.


    Seeing the weapon near, Samael cast a Void bind, forcing the weapon to slow down with the Void chains as he swept the man off his feet.


    Falling on the earth, Azerel rolled back as an axe embedded itself beside his face, nicking his cheek.


    Having a taste of blood, Crimson Raven trembled in Samael''s hands as its passives activated.


    Pushing himself up, Azerel flinched as nerves pulsated in his face.


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    Azerel forced out a crooked smile as he held his cheek. It felt as though there was a severe burn in the area, and it was being consumed by maggots. Not only that, but the blood kept coming.


    Sensing Crimson Raven''s craving for more blood, Samael heeded the weapon''s calls as he burst forward.


    Raising his greatsword, the two clashed once more as multiple windows were shattered all at once.


    But to Azerel''s surprise, Samael held no weapon; his hands morphed into claws. Acting swiftly, his eyes wandered fast, looking for the weapon, when his astral compass sensed an object hurling his way fast.


    Disengaging with Samael, he dashed back, but the weapon swiftly changed trajectory, cutting off his hand before landing on Samael''s palms.


    A fanatical laugh escaped Azerel''s lips as he held the severed wrist, squeezing it tight as a large flash of light engulfed it. Letting go of his hand, it had now regrown.


    Samael clenched his jaw as he charged again, sending large chunks of earth back.


    However, his assault was halted as Azerel''s lips curled into a massive smirk, his weapon slamming down the ground, embedding itself in the earth.


    Noticing the fluctuations of Essence in the air, Samael''s eyes widened.


    "Sub zone: Divine rain."


    Unable to leave the area on time, Samael raised his hand as he cast.


    "Void aegis."


    A large circular black shield stemmed from Samael''s hand when a rain of light waves fired at Samael''s position, covering all his bases.


    As the shield and the waves of light collided, Samael''s feet slid back as the force was too much.


    Samael''s grunts echoed as the shield began to crack under the power of the subzone, causing him to eat through his ethos to repair it. But he knew it was just a matter of time.


    "ARGHHH! FUCK!" Samael roared as the shield was shattered, allowing the waves to come at him.


    Swinging his blade without stopping, Samael cast multiple Void cleaves, shattering the waves before they reached him. However, his essence had begun to deplete, even with the help of the Void Mark at its full limits.


    Within the zone, flickers of light and darkness flashed like light turning on and off, and the area around them was slowly being ravaged.


    Feeling his essence begin to reach half, Samael knew he had to do something; otherwise, it was over for him.


    However, his train of thought was interrupted as a wave of light nicked his thigh, leaving a cut in his flesh. With his focus shattered, a myriad more began to pummelled him, leaving multiple shallow cuts as his blood stained the earth red.


    Seeing Samael in such a state, Azerel erupted into maniacal laughter when Samael slammed his hand down.


    "Void wall."


    Although shields have been proven ineffective against the subzone, that isn''t the case for offensive manoeuvres.


    Commanding the wall to slam down, the ground was shattered as Azerel was forced to withdraw his subzone. Distancing himself fast, the earth below him was submerged as it gave out under the weight of the Void Wall.


    Feeling his ethos deplete even more, Samael hungered for air. His body was covered in shallow and deep wounds.


    "Void miasma."


    Releasing a screen of Void Matter, Samael drank multiple healing potions, but to no avail. The attacks were infused with light elements and, as such, had a burning effect that slowed his healing.


    Seeing the cover, Azerel raised his greatsword in the air as he spoke.


    "Punishing ray."


    Before Samael''s eyes, the sword was engulfed in light as it mimicked the shape of the sword, towering high and piercing the sky.


    Looking at the sheer size of the weapon, Samael jerked his head in the civilian''s and Lilith''s directions.


    Gritting his teeth, he braced himself. He had to stop it, or they would get caught. It was him or them, and he chose them.


    As the sword descended with reckoning fury and power, splitting the clouds and piercing the wind, the people watched with their breaths held. However, the attack they expected never came.


    Leaping into the sky and ignoring the hammering pain of his wounds, Samael raised his hand as he muttered.


    "Devourer."


    Summoning a formless Void beast, Samael brought it close to the weapon as it bit through it, shattering the attack in half as the middle part was consumed. The tip of the blade was thrown near the civilians, but not enough to harm them.


    Falling down, Samael burst into a flock of ravens as he raced towards the saint.


    "I won''t fall for the same trick!" Azerel roared as he raised his hand high in the air.


    "Light beam."


    Pulling it down, Samael''s eyes widened as a bright beam of light descended upon him, devouring the ravens and burning them to ashes.


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    Sensing their numbers dwindle, Samael struggled to cast.


    "M-mirage!"


    Forming a double, Samael slipped out of the attack as the clone was turned to nothing but ashes. Crashing down, Samael groaned as he felt his bones creak.


    "You survived that, huh? You truly amuse me!" Azerel screamed as he erupted in hysterical laughter.


    Dashing forward, Azerel breezed through the air, his weapon at hand. Sensing the man approach with his Void compass, Samael balled his fist.


    There was no other choice. He cannot fail here. He cannot.


    "Blind rage."


    A loud caw erupted in the air as Crimson Raven shook violently, transforming into an even more malevolent form with spikes and sharp feather-like protrusions jutting out of its surface. The raven emblem in its butt spike also glew crimson as the weapon grew sharper by the minute.


    Unfortunately, it also has its drawbacks.


    Samael grinded his teeth as he felt his rationality dwindle, the influence of the weapon slowly eating through him as he felt rage begin to boil his blood.


    Without warning, Samael''s figure blasted forth as he aimed to cut Azerel''s throat. Reacting fast, the saint raised his weapon, blocking the attack.


    As the two collided, Azerel almost buckled under the weight of the slash, a large spark igniting as the two smashed against each other.


    Disengaging fast, Azerel dashed back as he saw the edge of his blade.


    It was chipped.


    "What the fu..."


    Without warning, Azerel''s eyes widened as he blocked another slash, his hands trembling under the power of the attack.


    Unfortunately, it wasn''t over yet.


    With half his rationality blinded by rage, Samael roared as his hands blurred under the speed of his slashes, causing a rain of sparks to ensue.


    "Then so be it!" Azerel screamed as he coated the weapon in light. Unfortunately, even that wasn''t enough, as he felt the weapon begin to crack.


    As Samael''s attacks intensified, the two flickered around the battlefield, leaving nothing but flashes of light drawing lines in the wind.


    As they exchanged attacks, Samael''s body was soon littered with more wounds as his defence fell under the influence of the skill. But the same can be said with Azerel.


    Increasing the attacks even more, the two smashed against buildings like hurricanes, destroying everything in their path.


    Meanwhile, Lilith and the other students hurried their pace as the evacuation was nearly done. Most of the populace was already deep in the bunkers, kept safe by the staff. However, her steps were stopped dead as she screamed.


    "BRACE!"


    Unable to even grasp what she meant, everyone fell to their feet as the academy in front of them was shattered within the blink of an eye, along with multiple other structures.


    "What was that?!" Raegan roared.


    "Samael!" Lilith responded as she briefly saw the boys state. Worry and fear gripped her heart as she began to follow them.


    "No!" Desmond said as he held the girl back. "You''ll only get in his way! Stop!"


    Reluctant, Lilith stopped herself as she bit her lip, her body trembling. Desmond was right. She was a burden right now.


    "Please, be safe," she whispered.


    Back on the fight, Samael could feel his sanity drift away and his actions being impeded by the anger the weapon bought.


    Biting his lips hard, the taste of iron invaded his senses as he felt a brief wave of clarity wash over him.


    Noticing this side effect, Azerel broke free from the man''s onslaught.


    "Fool! You should have never stopped!" Azerel screamed, a wide, ecstatic smile present in his face. He has won.


    Slamming his blade down, he spoke.


    "Sub zone: Divine rain!"


    Samael''s eyes widened as he raised his hands, blocking the waves of light with his own bare flesh.


    "ARGHHHH!!!" Samael roared as he felt the burning pain of the waves carve themselves into his flesh, burning away his very blood.


    "That''s right! Feel the difference in our power!" Azerel said as he hysterically laughed in utter bliss. This was what he was looking for!


    Steadfastly tanking through the pain, Samael could feel his consciousness begin to waver. His strength is slowly draining from his body. His void skin had cracked, and his flesh was bare.


    Was there nothing he could do? Was this the limit of his power? All those years of hardship to die a dog''s death?


    Is this it?


    "There is a way."


    Samael''s eyes widened as a glint of clarity returned in his eyes.


    You...


    "I''ve been sleeping. Keeping myself awake isn''t easy."


    Tell me...! What can I do?!


    "It can get dangerous."


    I don''t care! I cannot lose here. Not now.


    "I know. After all, I am you."


    So tell me!


    "What I''m about to tell you is something even I find as a last resort, as we are not ready yet."


    Before Samael''s eyes, he saw a figure form. Something so dark that even he finds it hard to understand what he''s looking at. But he knew this man very well. Someone¡ªno, a part of him¡ªis dormant yet always present.


    Slowly, the figure raised his hand in front of Samael.


    "Take my hand, and we''ll shatter the chains binding us."


    Looking at the hand of the man, Samael slowly reached out when a codex panel warped in front of him.


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    Samael''s hand halted as he read the words written in the panels. Just what was he going to do?


    Feeling his body begin to deteriorate, Samel gritted his teeth.


    "Do as he wishes."


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    "No buts."


    The codex fell silent, a shift in the atmosphere visible to Samael. As though the one talking to him isn''t a mere system anymore.


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    Looking at the codex, Samael smiled gently. "Do I have a choice? I cannot let anyone I promise to hurt hurt anymore. I just can''t."


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    "I understand," Samael said.


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    Looking one final time in the direction of Lilith, Samael steeled his resolve.


    "I am willing to do everything."


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    Holding the hand of the figure before him, it smiled. Something he did not expect.


    "It''s time to wake up."


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    Samael felt the world shift around him as the figure in front of him melded with him, becoming one. Slowly, he could feel a wave of newfound strength swarm him.


    It wasn''t the kind of strength he would often get at every rank up, no. It was something completely different. Something... pure.  It was as though he was released from a prison he had lived in his entire life.


    Little by little, he could feel this power intensify, so much so that it made him feel as though he was drowning.


    "Endure."


    Samael gritted his teeth as he endured the onslaught of power ravaging his vessel. He kept himself braced as the waves of strength smashed against him.


    As the pain intensified to the point he felt he was breaking, Samael instinctively knew to mutter one thing.


    "Hyperdrive."


    With the help of hyperdrive, Samael''s body exceeded its limits as a constant, near-infinite flood of Void essence filled his body, repairing and at the same time destroying his body, for he was still unable to handle so much. But that boost in strength was all he needed to shatter the final chain.


    Then it became calm.


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    Azerel''s smile was wiped clean as he noticed something off. Samael''s aura had changed drastically. So much so that, for a second, he did not know what he was looking at.


    "What the..." Azerel muttered.


    Ignoring the waves of light searing his flesh, Samael slowly raised his head, startling the saint as he involuntarily stepped back.


    Samael''s eyes had gone purple, and the whites of his eyes had become black in color. Staring at them felt as though his very being was being sucked into an endless pit of darkness that no light will ever pierce.


    As Samael opened his mouth, the voice that came out was different. It was heavy and dark, and it sounded as though multiple voices were present.


    "You should have never come here."


    "All seeing eye."


    Before Azerel''s eyes, Samael''s forehead opened to a small slit, revealing a white, radiant glow from within. However, what Azerel saw was different.


    Without warning, he fell to his knees as he pissed his pants, his eyes fixated on the sight before him.


    In Azerel''s vision, a collosal white eye stared at him, its pupils circulating as though a vortex were within, devouring all it laid its gaze upon.


    "W-what are you?!" Azerel screamed, his body paralysed as buckets of sweat trickled off his forehead.


    Walking towards the man, Samael spoke.


    "I am the watchful eyes of the Void, the judge of all that came before, the first and the last, and I have come to judge you."


    Bringing his hands close together, specks of Void matter flashed in Samael''s hands, like tendrils of lightning in a stormy night.


    Bringing it closer, the Void matter began to compress as Samael moved his hand as though he were moulding the very Void. Slowly turning it into a sphere.


    As his hands halted, the solid sphere of darkness floated in between his palms, resting quietly.


    "Sub zone..."


    Slamming his hands together, a surge of darkness devoured all before him.


    "Dying Light."

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    Before everyone could even react, yet another earth-shattering earthquake shook the entirety of Ergo, shattering the ground and toppling buildings as though they were nothing but dust in the wind.


    This disaster was also the same for the other sanctuaries, which had no choice but to brace as they held on under the intense shaking. However, the tremor was by no means normal. Although no one spoke about it, they all felt a form of fear they had never felt before, as though something had stared at them.


    Some of the sanctuaries went into lockdown as they shut down their gates, their guards gathering on the gates and flooding the streets, watching out for possible invasions, while some of the sanctuaries near the frontlines blew their sirens as their armies began to prepare for the worst.


    Unfortunately, what they believed was wrong, for even the beasts residing in the land, sea, and sky had also cowered in horror as they awaited what was to come. They did not know what it was, but something had stirred in its slumber. Something is way beyond them.


    All the high table members had their guards up as they all wondered just what was happening, but this was even more so for Icarius and Aphemis, who had just taken care of another wave of beasts.


    Their faces darkened as they felt fear, unlike ever before. A form of cold wind caressing their spine that they had never felt in their entire careers as monster hunters.


    Subconsciously, their gazes all shot in one direction.


    Samael.


    Just what had he done?


    As the chains binding him had shattered, so did the restrictions of those that had kept him hidden for so long. That which has protected him. Although brief, it was still enough to lure the attention of creatures that dwell well beyond the darkness of the sky. That which extends beyond the summits and highest mountains of Ergo.


    Sensing the odd power travelling in the vast emptiness of the cosmos, hundreds, if not thousands, of creatures all glanced in the direction of Ergo. Their bodies were glowing gold, emitting all forms of light as they floated in deep space. Their appearances differed greatly, as did their powers. But even they could not determine where such power could come from.


    On the other hand, an army of dark beings with nearly the same number on the opposite side did the same, as their eyes were filled with greed and curiosity. Just what could emit such delicious cries? Where was it? They could never know that something had blocked them.


    But these creatures were but the tip as more and more beings began to spare an outward look at the direction of the power, their eyes narrowing down as they all thought one thing.


    What was this familiar sensation?


    Creatures that exist way beyond the understanding of mundane humans are creatures that hold power unlike any others. Beings that hold dominion over the very concepts reality holds firm. They all noticed. Yet, as they peered at the darkness, it peered back.


    But near the occupying spaces of Ergo, a few hundred thousand light years in the space, a figure floated in the icy cold air, wandering without any specific destination, when he shot a look at the sudden spike of power unlike any he had felt.


    Looking in the direction of Ergo, his eyes narrowed, and a mischievous smile was present in his face.


    "Interesting."


    ***


    As Samael''s voice echoed, he felt his spirit and his body gain power. However, he knew it was different¡ªfar different than what Hyperdrive gives. For a brief moment, he felt as though he could see everything. It was as though he could see the truth, the lies, and the power that governs this world.


    As he clasped his hands together, shattering the orb he mustered, a violent gush of black matter escaped from his body, swarming the air and the very ground they stood on.


    Unable to react, Azerel could only stare at the unending sea of darkness approaching him, swallowing everything it touched. It was so dark that no light could pierce it.


    As his body was engulfed in the violent waves, Icarius felt himself drown yet burn. His body felt ablaze, as though his flesh were melting. It was melting.


    His flesh had begun to leave his bones, separating and vanishing without a trace, like dust being blown by the wind. But even then, he could not struggle as the Void matter felt like the waves of the sea under a storm, sweeping him back and forth and dragging him to the depths like a sinking ship.


    No matter what he does, it does not work. As his hands reached the surface, they were merely dragged back by hundreds of black hands, keeping him in the raging onslaught without mercy.


    It was a fitting name.


    Dying Light.


    Even his subzone could not do anything against Samael''s. There was nothing he could do.


    Samael''s hands slowly let go as the constant stream of Void matter halted, the dome slowly draining.


    When everything had gone, what was left was a deep crater along with Azerel''s remains.


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    In the middle kneeled his skeleton, parts of his armour intact, along with his corroded weapon that had lost its shine. Even his bones had begun to wither.


    Looking at this, Samael clenched his teeth as he wiped the trickling blood off his lips. The battle was not over yet.


    Looking over the distance, Samael could feel something in the heart of the city. It was a familiar feeling. Yet unpleasant nonetheless. Oddly enough, he could feel the void inside him react violently against it.


    Without sparing Azerel another glance, his figure vanished.


    Back at Icarius and Aphemis, they had no choice but to focus back on the fight as the swarms of monsters began to overwhelm them.


    "How much longer?!" Aphemis asked as she blasted two approaching beasts.


    "Now!" Icarius roared as he raised his hands, a blue lightning orb hovering in his palms as he threw it on the ground.


    Without warning, a blinding light engulfed the area as a loud, ear-shattering explosion erupted, eating through the earth.


    When the light died out, it revealed something they had never seen before.


    "What is that?" Aphemis asked.


    "I don''t know," Icarius replied.


    In the centre of the city stood a giant crimson flower. It was made of flesh and soaked in blood. Its roots extended through the walls, pulsing. It''s petals had teeths and in the middle were multiple squirming eyes and tentacles.


    "What form of atrocity is this?" Icarius asked.


    Without another word, he spoke.


    "Pillar of Thunder."


    Raising his hands, a titanic blue beam broke through the clouds, striking the flower as a large explosion once again erupted. However, they were left in shock, as they noticed the attack did not even dent the barrier surrounding the entity.


    "What the fuck?" Icarius muttered as he chanted again.


    "Piercing spear."


    Manifesting a steel spear and coating it in lightning, Icarius threw it at the beast, causing another mild earthquake and completely shattering the centre of the city. Yet he failed again, for his attack only left a small scratch at the barrier.


    "Impossible," Aphemis whispered, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What do we do now?" She asked as she watched more and more portals tear rifts in space. Soon, creatures of the same rank as them would begin to occupy the land, and they would be unable to fight back.


    However, when it seemed all hope was lost, a figure appeared before them.


    "Samael?" Icarius asked. "What are you doing here?"


    "No time to explain," Samael said. "I''m about to do something. Do you trust me?"


    "What are you...?" Icarius asked.


    Not answering his questions, Samael marched forward towards the barrier, alerting Icarius as he stopped the kid.


    "What the hell are you doing?!" Icarius asked. But his words halted when he saw Samael''s gaze. In his pupils was a glint, a resolute one.


    Without noticing it, he let go of the kid.


    "Will you listen to what I''m about to say?" Samael asked.


    Icarius, hesitant, asked. "What do you need?"


    Samael shifted his gaze to the flower as he spoke. "Use everything you can when I say so."


    Icarius''s eyes widened as Samael went ahead without fear, unfaltering rage present in his eyes¡ªthe likes that even his rampage in the serenity ball could not compare.


    Just what changed?


    As Samael approached the flower, he flinched, fragments of what seemed to be memory flashing in his eyes.


    An empty darkness.


    A tear in space.


    Blinding light.


    They did not make sense, but he felt rage boil within him as they went on.


    Approaching the flower, he looked at it, the eye in his forehead widening ever so little as the flower trembled violently.


    Raising his hand, a small sphere appeared in his palm as Samael spoke.


    "Sub zone: Dying Light."


    Without uttering another word, a wave of unfaltering darkness burst out, swiftly slamming against the barrier as a loud screech thundered in the air.


    The flower was screaming. Not of pain but of fear.


    Watching this, Icarius and the rest couldn''t help but wonder.


    Just what did it fear for it to scream in such a way?


    However, their astonishment widened even more upon realising Samael had manifested a sub-zone before reaching sainthood. But they were in for more as visible cracks appeared on the barrier. The very thing they could not scratch.


    "This is nuts," Icarius said as he laughed wryly.


    Under the onslaught of the subzone, the barrier began to creak as the scream of the flower intensified. But as it did, multiple portals opened at the same time.


    "Better get moving!" Icarius roared as his figure blasted towards the creatures.


    Blocking their path, he spoke. "This is as far as you go."


    Without another word, he tore through them, ripping their flesh and bisecting the beast. Aphemis did the same, as multiple explosions filled the sky black.


    Lilith and the other students arrived as they saw the new portals, where a sea of abominations escaped, some low in rank and some high.


    "Hold your ground!" Lilith roared as she led the charge, followed by the students.


    Like in the tales of heroes, the two groups collided as spells and blood rained down from the sky, littering the earth with dead bodies and forming small mountains.


    Meanwhile, Samael remained focused as he maximised the output of Void matter escaping his body. Unable to stop it, he coughed out blood as he steadfastly tanked the aftereffects.


    Feeling his skin slowly burn away under the intense amount of Void matter, Samael gritted his teeth.


    Little by little, the barrier cracked as its surface was laced with lines, connecting and spreading like a plague.


    Feeling his feet slide off the floor, Samael marched forward, one step at a time, as he roared. "ARGHHH!!!"


    Watching this scene, Icarius muttered.


    "Shatter it."


    With one final push, Samael slammed his fist at the shield, shattering it to pieces in one massive explosion, raining down like pieces of shattered glass.


    "NOW!" Samael roared, his voice enhanced.


    Receiving his signal, Icarius raised his hand along with Aphemis as they spoke.


    "Sub zone: Thunder grounds."


    "Sub zone: Infernal Sanctuary."


    As the two sub zones formed, the world was painted white and black for a moment as lightning and hellfire rained down on the flower, causing destruction this world has yet to see as everything¡ªmay it be houses, pillars, earth, or even the clouds in the sky¡ªwas blown back.


    However, it wasn''t enough, as the flower stood still, enduring the effects of their sub zones. But not for long, as a voice echoed.


    "Sub zone: Shadow Nexus."


    Joining the battle, Ajax''s shadow domain slammed violently against the beast, causing yet another sizable explosion as the flower screamed violently.


    Gritting his teeth, Samael''s bloodshot eyes shot at the creature, his anger fuelling him as he struggled to stand up.


    As though by instinct, a single ability formed in his mind. Something that wasn''t his. But given to him, bestowed on him. An ability meant for this specific line of creatures. One created for them.


    Walking towards the creature, he spoke. "First punishment: Abyssal grave."


    "Go back to whence you came."


    Upon casting, the all-seeing eye in Samael''s forehead opened fully for but a fraction of a second as multiple large onyx black pillars fell from the sky, slamming down the earth and impaling the beast down, hindering its movements as multiple dark hands burst from below, grabbing the creature and mercilessly clawing and dragging it to the depths of the Void.


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    Watching the sun pierce through the darkened clouds, Samael felt the warmth finally caress his skin once more. At that moment, he thought.


    We''ve won.


    Like a domino effect, the moment the flower vanished in front of everyone, the abominations swarming them began to wither like plants uprooted from the earth. They died one after the other, plummeting down the earth without resistance. Ranks, size, or numbers were insignificant when the flower died.


    Seeing this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief as they realised it was over¡ªthe nightmare was over.


    Unable to contain their joy, one began to shout at the top of his lungs, tears steaming down his eyes as he lived yet another day. But soon, one became two, and two became four, until the voices of those that prevailed roared in unity.


    Looking at this scene and noticing Lilith pushing through the crowd, Samael sighed. His job here was done. Looking at the bright panels hovering before him, he knew he could rest now.


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    Halting his battle with the unrelenting fatigue, Samael''s body weakened as his vision was consumed by darkness. Yet again, the Void greets him as he falls into its embrace.


    ***


    Lilith''s face paled as Samael''s figure fell down fast. Without another thought, she blasted forward as she caught the man in her arms.


    Seeing Samael''s injuries, Lilith''s heart froze. "Help!" She screamed, luring everyone''s attention as they realised the situation.


    Without another minute wasted, multiple doctors and healers came to aid Samael as they laid him flat on the ground. They checked his vitals one by one, and each test they did only made his visage turn grave.


    "Shit! His body is deteriorating fast!" A healer roared as the other medical experts began to infuse his body with their elements in an attempt to preserve his life.


    "What is this thing?!" The healers asked. "It''s rapidly decaying his flesh and organs!"


    "I don''t know! All our spells are not working!" Another one screamed.


    Lilith couldn''t help but cry in desperation as she watched Samael''s body begin to slowly but surely crumble to ashes.


    Just what can she do?


    Aphemis slowly approached Lilith as she held the girl''s shoulder, pulling her back as she sobbed violently.


    Eventually, they stopped their efforts as Samael''s heart had stopped beating.


    Icarius gritted his teeth as his hand balled to a fist, his visage dark. Ajax, on the other hand, remained quiet, intently watching Samael.


    Unable to take her emotions anymore, Lilith broke free of her grandmother''s grasp as she rushed to the boy''s side, holding him in her embrace.


    "No, no, no, please!" she screamed in desperation as she held the boy''s cheeks, trying to find even a single hint of life. Yet there was none.


    Watching this scene go on, Ajax''s hand slowly flinched as his brows furrowed. Was he really dead?


    "Lilith, please," Aphemis begged, but the girl simply pushed her back.


    "NO! HE''S NOT DEAD!" She screamed, a surge of Chaos energy drawing a line before them.


    Aphemis bit her lip as she witnessed her granddaughter''s state. However, her eyes soon widened as she muttered. "What''s... that?"


    Lilith shifted her gaze back at Samael when she noticed the Chaos matter had not dissipated but rather remained active as it slowly slithered through Samael''s body.


    The chaotic energy caressed his wounds, as though caring for them, as it began to calm the Void matter leaking out of his vessel. As if some synergy had begun, the two elements began to intertwine as everyone flinched.


    He had a heartbeat once again.


    Lilith''s eyes widened as she felt a bit of warmth return to his body. Noticing this, the medics began to gather when Icarius spoke.


    "Do not remove the girl; whatever she is doing, it''s working," he said, halting the advance of the healers. "For now, escort the two to a safe space."


    Upon his orders, the two were guarded and led by the knights to an intact building, where they set up the place. All the while, Lilith remained focused on Samael.


    Whatever was happening, it was working, and that''s all that mattered. And that is all that will ever matter.


    Eventually, the sky would darken again as the night stretched across the sky, painting the world yet again in darkness. But throughout the night, not a single beast attacked Tera.


    Aphemis would occasionally visit Lilith, giving her some food to eat that would often be left untouched. It seems as though she was in a trance, simply existing for Samael.


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    Soon, days would pass by like the wind as the soldiers began to rebuild what had been shattered. Not only that, but reinforcements had begun to be dispatched towards the sanctuary, providing support, and the story of the brave heroes that day circulated throughout the world.


    Unfortunately, Samael still showed no signs of waking up.


    Within his world, Samael did not know what time or what date it was; he was simply drifting in the darkness of the Void.


    He had no idea what was going on or the desire to push on. He was simply tired.


    Soon, days began to turn to weeks, and all that time, Lilith remained by Samael''s side, agreeing to only leave his side to do her basic needs.


    Tera''s reconstruction is also going well as the sanctuary tries to rebuild what it has lost. As for how much it can fix? No one truly knows.


    But then, weeks turned into months, and the seasons began to shift as well. Yet Samael had remained unconscious throughout.


    Drifting within his inner world, Samael was slowly falling for the temptations of sleep. But then again, why not sleep? It''s right there, waiting.


    Oh, how sweet its embrace would be.


    As his eyes began to close, he felt something. Something familiar.


    Slowly opening his eyes, Samael''s attention shifted to an orange matter floating towards him. It was calm and ever-changing, like the darkness before him. Yet different.


    As it approached him, it slowly touched his arm as a voice echoed in his ears.


    "The seasons are changing again. Fall is soon to come, and the flowers are blooming beautifully. Here, I got some flowers for you. From what I''ve read, these are called Lilpians."


    As the orange matter began to snake up his arm, more voices came to him.


    "Tera has begun to rebuild. It''s progress goes stronger each day and so are its people. Although they''ve suffered much, they''re still smiling..."


    Eventually, the orange matter had covered most of his body, slowly reaching his chest, where a single heartbeat echoed.


    "You''ve missed so many things. Just when will you wake up? Please. Wake up."


    As the chaos energy enveloped him whole, Samael''s eyes opened as the bright lights of the lantern above him blinded him.


    Shifting his attention to the side, Samael saw Lilith''s hands on his, grasping tightly. Her eyes were closed, and it seemed she was sleeping.


    Samael did not know where he was or what was happening, but he could feel the flow of energy coming from the girl.


    Reaching out, Samael brushed away the lone tear trickling off her cheek. Noticing this, Lilith''s eyes opened as tears welled in them.


    Mustering a small smile, Samael spoke. "Why are you crying?"


    "You''re awake," Lilith muttered as her voice cracked.


    Without another word, she jumped at the boy''s chest as her loud cries echoed in the room.


    Unsure of what to do, Samael put his hand on her head, allowing her to cry as much as she needed. Just what had happened in his sleep?


    "I thought you were gone," Lilith said as her voice was drowned by tears.


    "I''m here now," Samael said.


    Altered by her cries, multiple staff and even Ajax came in the door, their eyes wide in surprise.


    "W-what?" The nurse spoke.


    Breaking out of his trance, Ajax spoke. "Go, alert them."


    The nurse swiftly ran out as she alerted everyone to the occasion.


    "Hey," Samael said.


    "You''ve been sleeping tight for a while," Ajax said.


    "How long?" Samael asked.


    "Two months," Ajax said.


    ***


    Upon his wake, Samael was finally informed of what had happened. Their victory, Lilith''s refusal to leave his side, the recuperation of Tera, and the aftermath of the battle.


    In the last two months of his slumber, Lilith''s help greatly aided his recovery. Apparently, his chances of waking up were slim to none. With her help, his injuries recovered in the course of two months alone.


    On the other hand, Tera had finished the reconstruction of its wall and had cleared up the mess of the battle that occurred. Not only that, but reinforcements have been flowing steadily, along with some resources.


    But what truly piqued Samael''s interest were the findings of the knights. All the monsters within the vicinity of Tera had died. Yes, dead.


    Multiple corpses of creatures of all ranks can be found in their territories, dead and lifeless. With this, Tera was basically free of abominations. Whatever that flower was, its death caused the death of thousands of abominations.


    Remembering the battle, Samael recalled the unfathomable rage he felt against that beast, as though it was something he had to get rid of no matter the price.


    Looking at the panels before him, Samael couldn''t help but feel a little happy at the results.


    Not only did he gain thousands of essences from killing the flower and Azerel, but his tier had jumped up, earning him some new skills. Not only that, but apparently Crimson Raven devoured the blade of the Saint, earning it some new abilities of its own.


    But there was one thing that worried him, though. The moment he woke up, a notification persistently bugged him.


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    Looking at the sleeping girl beside him, Samael caressed her head. Things were going to be much harder from here on out.


    Meanwhile, in the deep expanse of space, a figure cloaked in gold and silver floated towards a rift of great magnitude. There it stood, waiting as a voice, unintelligible unless permitted by the speaker, spoke.


    "Why have you summoned me...?"


    Looking at the grotesque creature, Taranius spoke.


    "I demand you increase the promised reward."


    "And why should I?"


    "Because the deal''s changed."


    The creature, with its many eyes, looked at God as it narrowed.


    "How so?"


    "Because in my world lies a creature that even someone of your stature will find irresistible."


    "Do not waste my time and explain."


    "Why so hasty? Answer my call first."


    "KNOW YOUR PLACE!" The beast roared as the space began to distort.


    Taranius backed away as he raised his hand for even he knows the price of angering such a creature.


    "I have found a vagabond."


    The creature''s face morphed.


    "A vagabond, you say...?"


    "Yes."


    "So what will it be?"


    The creature remained silent for a while before it replied.


    "You have yourself a deal."

 CH127-Vagabond soul.

    Taking a few more days off, Samael finally began to move as he found himself in a room with Icarius, Ajax, Aphemis, and a few orbs that were meant for the other members of the high table. There were also the Saints of Tera, along with representatives of the other sanctuaries.


    "Good to see you back, Samael," Icarius said as he gave the boy a nod. "Are you okay now?"


    "I''m all healed up," Samael said in response.


    Surprisingly, when he woke up, his injuries were already fully healed, not even leaving a single scar. After some explanation from the Codex, it seems that the injuries he sustained that kept him inactive were due to a condition called "soul strain."


    Apparently, shattering the chains meant unleashing a portion of his soul''s power¡ªpower that his physical body cannot handle yet nor his current soul capacity.


    With the sudden flow of power, his soul took quite a hit that could have killed him if it weren''t for Lilith''s intervention, something that also puzzled him. Why did Lilith''s element of chaos cure him? How?


    Unfortunately, the codex remained silent and only said that such information is too high even for his current state.


    Expounding further into the details of his soul, Samael asked the codex a few questions and surprisingly got a few answers out.


    First things first, the Codex explained that there are multiple different kinds of souls in the universe, some stronger than others. Some of these stronger souls belonged to creatures such as gods. Sadly, some of them were kept hidden due to a lack of authority.


    As for Samael, his soul belonged to a whole other category. Although unable to explain its origin, the Codex simply said that his soul, a Vagabond, belonged to an error. That''s all. Not only that, but Lilith''s soul was also a vagabond.


    Being a Vagabond, according to the Codex, is a dangerous thing, as their existence is rare beyond belief, so rare that many entities would pay a hefty price and go to extended lengths just to acquire one. As for what purpose? No one knows.


    This was the real reason why the Codex had bound him. That action has kept him safe up until now. But his recent actions have made his presence known to some. Luckily, it seems none had fully grasped what he was, as the shattering was swift.


    Delving into the topic of binding, Samael also asked who was keeping Lilith safe. Surely she doesn''t have a codex of her own?


    It turns out that Lilith was being protected by another strong entity. Unfortunately, the Codex cannot reveal any further information. But that didn''t matter to Samael. As long as she''s safe, he''s okay with it.


    But not all were bad. With high risks come high rewards. Due to the unbinding process, Samael''s soul integration was hastened a little, giving him a boost in power, namely, the ability to manifest his own subzone.


    A subzone is something most saints have, as their knowledge and their soul have reached heights no mundane human can achieve. Fulfilling these requirements, Samael is the earliest case of subzone manifestation ever recorded in the history of Ergo.


    But like all his strong abilities, Samael hasn''t fully understood the ability itself, as it''s not some skill the Codex has given him. It''s not something the previous Void Sovereign created but rather his very own ability, like the one he created back in his first trial. It would require some time before he even gets the chance to use it in battle.


    Not only that, but Samael also noticed that his Ethos had significantly improved, meaning he can now store more Void essence of higher purity than before.


    Going back to the meeting, Icarius cleared his throat as he spoke. "So we are all gathered here today to discuss the recent attack on Tera."


    Laying a small stone-like remnant in the middle of the table, a picture of the flower under the city appeared, causing the table to erupt into murmurs.


    "As you all know and heard, this beast attacked the sanctuary," Icarius said.


    "Not just some beast; it''s called ''fell flower," Samael chimed in.


    "Well, whatever this fell flower is, it is something we have never faced before. We have no knowledge whatsoever of its existence, abilities, and capabilities," Icarius resumed. "However, upon observation, this beast has the ability to summon forth rifts."


    "What?!" Nova exclaimed through the orb.


    "Are you sure of this?" Olaf asked.


    "Yes, yes, I am sure of it," Icarius confirmed as the table once again fell into a chaotic discussion.


    Slamming his fist on the table, the voices halted.


    "Please calm down everyone. I know the situation is bad, but we cannot be swept by our emotions, not now that we are slowly losing allies," Icarius said.


    Samael''s face fell solemn as he remembered Michael''s death along with that of the headmaster of the school.


    "Going back, this fell flower has the ability to summon said portals... and destroy them," Icarius followed.


    "What are you insinuating?" Nova asked.


    "It means killing it will also kill all nearby abominations and all it has summoned, like a form of power source," Mendez said.


    "He''s precisely correct," Icarius confirmed.


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    "When we killed this beast, all nearby abominations surrounding Tera fell like leaves in spring, dead. All the rifts were also patched."


    "But why is it only in Tera?" Ishkar asked. "We''re still facing waves upon waves of nonstop onslaught from abominations, and it seems that they''re only getting fiercer by the day."


    Inching closer, Icarius spoke, his visage dark.


    "That''s the thing. I believe there''s another one out there that''s fuelling all of the abominations coming to our world, and it''s growing fast."


    ***


    When the meeting had ended, all those who were not involved with the high table were instructed to leave, except for Samael and Ajax.


    "Here are the two I''m talking about: Samael and Ajax," Icarius introduced.


    "Although I may not be able to see you two, it''s still nice to meet you," Nova said.


    "I only greet strong people. Prove yourself first, and then we''ll talk," Ishkar said.


    "Don''t mind him; he''s just like that," Nova interrupted.


    "My name is Olaf Siegeberg. I''m a blacksmith of the Mellaguns race. I look forward to meeting you two," Olaf plainly said.


    "It seems it''s my turn now. Hey there! The name''s Mendez. I like women, booze, and most importantly, money," Mendez said when Icarius cut him.


    "Okay! That''s all for the introductions! These four will be your mentors as we travel through the sanctuaries. As per agreement, our first destination will be Servan," Icarius said. "There you''ll meet Ishkar. Then we''ll proceed to Erdun to meet with Olaf, and then... wait, where are you, Mendez?"


    "Oh, don''t worry about me; you won''t be able to find me, but I will find you," he said.


    Icarius sighed as he continued. "Well, after him is Oros, where Nova is."


    "When will we depart?" Ajax asked.


    "Tomorrow," Icarius said, prompting Samael to cough.


    "Tommorow?!" Samael asked.


    "Yes, tomorrow," Icarius confirmed. "Unfortunately, after your short coma, we''ve already been delayed by two months. Now we only have ten months to finish your training. We don''t have the luxury of time."


    A deep sigh escaped Samael''s lips. "What about Aphemis? I don''t think I heard you mention her."


    "That''s because she won''t be participating in the training," Icarius said.


    "Why?" Samael asked.


    "She''ll be devoting herself to training her granddaughter," Icarius said.


    Samael''s brows furrowed. As expected, it seems Aphemis is also preparing Lilith for the war. But knowing the woman, this probably wasn''t her will.


    "Will you be joining us on our journey?" Samael asked Icarius.


    "I''ll be with you, but I will only act once you''ve finished all four of them," Icarius said.


    With that, the meeting came to an end as Samael went on his own merry way.


    Seeing the bright moon in the sky, he couldn''t help but sigh. Things were just going too fast. With how the series of events is flowing, many will surely perish as they fight this upcoming war.


    Many things bothered him. There was his fear for Lilith''s safety and his fear of being unable to reach the power needed to defeat the Cardinals. But now, there are also other beings beyond his comprehension that have begun to notice his existence. Yet again, he''s a threat to everyone''s safety.


    Sitting down on the grass, Samael breathed in the fresh wind of the cold night, the bright panels of the Codex illuminating his face.


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    Tier 5 Mark 5


    Control: Tier 5 Mark 5


    Quantity: Tier 6 Mark 5


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    [Void Spawn [-]]


    Evolution progress: Tier 10 Mark 3


    Marker: 344,000/500,000


    Special trait: Heir type


    -a species of void beings capable of extreme destruction and power.


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    Not only did he gain a tier in his race meter, but a fuck tonne of points in his mastery meter. He jumped tiers and even a markup.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the void]...[+]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Enlightened I


    Condition: Good, Healthy


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    STR: 84,623


    SPD/AGI: 85,880


    CONSTITUTION: 92,999


    SPIRIT: 102,345


    CHARM: 501


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    His stats were practically borderline a Saint. His spirit took the largest jump and has reached that of a Saint III.


    It''s time to see the new skills.


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    Show me.


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    [Void pulse] (Inheritance)


    Release a small pulse of Void energy that can push or knock enemies back.


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    [Abyssal rupture] (inheritance)


    Converge Void energy and release it, causing energy and hearing disruptions.


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    [Abyss depths] (inheritance)


    temporarily corrode the light surrounding the enemy''s eyes, blinding them temporarily or reducing their vision.


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    [Temporal armour] (inheritance)


    allows the host to create a shield that can hover near the desired body parts, giving out defence without the cost of mobility. However, the shield is far weaker in comparison to the rest.


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    [Abyss charge] (inheritance)


    allows the host to release an abrupt energy release that can deflect attacks around him. However, the range is small.


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    A small, imperceptible smile made its way to Samael''s lips as he read the contents of the skills. Some of them were highly useful in combat, as they could impede the senses of the enemy. In a fight, such things can change the tide of the battle.


    Not only that, but he also gained some defensive skills that will step his game up. Typically, his defensive abilities would render him immobile, but that isn''t the case anymore. Still, he still has to test out the durability of these new shields before actually using them in combat.


    Now, show me the rest.


    It was now time to check the new evolution he obtained and the skills Crimson Raven has developed.


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    [Void Immunity]


    It increases host immunity to higher-purity void matter.


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    Now that''s extremely useful, Samael thought. Although he''s a Void spawn, he isn''t immune to the effects of higher-purity Void matter, as evident in his fight with the fell flower.


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    [Guardian]


    Description: Protects the host from mental attacks by consuming them. However, it cannot consume multiple mental attacks that are too strong.


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    [Deflect]


    Description: Allows the host to deflect heavy attacks and abilities at the cost of consuming essence.


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    [Blood bank]


    Description: Allows the weapon to absorb the blood of its foes and use it rather than consuming the essence of the host. The higher the purity of the blood, the better and lower the energy will be consumed when used.


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    That is also extremely useful, Samael thought. This new ability, blood bank, stood out the most as it meant he''d be able to save more essence. But that would mean he''d have to hunt some beasts to fill it up.


    Then again, the opportunity of combat was not his problem, there are more battles ahead of him.


    Soon, very soon.

 CH128-Omens.

    "I''ll see you soon," Samael said as he hugged Lilith tightly, transferring his warmth to her.


    The girl snuggled deep in the boy''s arms as she nodded. Although they didn''t wish to separate, there was nothing they could do. This was for the best.


    "Hey, 10 months," Samael reminded the girl as he held her cheek, his gaze focused on hers.


    "10 months," Lilith said.


    "Come on, Samael, the warp is igniting soon," Icarius said.


    Samael shifted his gaze at the man as he ruffled the girl''s hair for the last time. "Keep safe."


    Walking towards Icarius, the warp portal began to ignite, casting shadows around them. Taking one last look at the surroundings, Samael remembered the time he spent here. All the good and the bad. Casting one final look at Lilith, Samael''s vision was engulfed in blinding light.


    Seeing Samuel''s figure vanish, Lilith''s smile slowly died off as she exhaled, facing her grandmother as she spoke. "Let''s go, Grandma; I''m ready."


    "It seems you are," Aphemis said as she strode off, followed by the girl. It was time to train and prepare. She cannot laze around when Samael''s doing his best, especially not after what happened to him. The thought of how powerless she was made her hurt and burn.


    Meanwhile, Desmond watched Samael''s leave along with some of the other Nightwalkers. However, his attention soon shifted when a few figures approached him.


    "Are you Desmond?" The man asked, to which Desmond nodded his head.


    "Upon orders by the high table, you will come with us along with the last remaining night walkers," the man said.


    "Why?" Desmond asked warily. However, he did not see any form of ominous aura from the man.


    "Upon the request of Samael the grim hound, we were told you guys have great potential¡ªpotential that the high table can use," he said.


    "So once again, Desmond and the remaining Nightwalkers, you guys will be coming with us."


    ***


    As the light of the portal vanished, Samael inhaled as he felt his head turn. Although not as worse as the first time, it was still a nasty thing to experience.


    After some time, Samael looked around the place, the apparent bustling of the camp they were in now slowly sinking to him.


    So this was Servan, the city that is in constant war with those that lay beyond their towering walls.


    The frontlines.


    Observing his surroundings, Samael can see hundreds upon thousands of warriors walking around, their weapons bare for everyone to see. However, they were different¡ªfar different from those in Tera.


    These people were like steel walls under the unwavering waves of monsters, their scars and the sharp glint in their eyes testament to the amount of battles they''ve been in.


    But Samael can''t help but notice the unrest in the air. Even though the camp was busy¡ªway busier than even Stellaris itself during their fight with the grim wolves¡ªthere was a form of tension hanging high in the air.


    When Ishkar said the monsters have been more persistent than ever, I didn''t expect the situation to be this bad, Samael thought when a voice echoed behind them.


    "Are you all done watching the warriors of Servan?" A woman said, startling Samael and Ajax for they did not notice her presence.


    Reacting fast, Samael and Ajax dashed back as they brandished their blades.


    "Not bad," the woman praised when her figure vanished, appearing behind the two. "But you''ll have to be faster than that."


    "That''s enough joke around, Alicia," Icarius said.


    "Eh, you''re no fun. Since when were you like this?" Alicia asked as she walked beside Icarius.


    "This is Alicia, a fellow warrior of Servan," Icarius introduced.


    Alicia stood at a towering 6 feet and 2 inches, way taller than some of the men of the camp. Her physique was also phenomenal; her muscles were akin to those of steel wires interloped together. She also has a massive scar near her jaw.


    But contrary to what some might believe, she was not wearing any form of heavy armour; rather, she wore a simple tank top with some steel armbands covering her forearms, paired with steel knee guards and boots. Her skin was pale brown, matching the heat of the place.


    "Nice to meet you, I''m Alicia, captain of the second regiment code name "Sand Dwellers," she said as she shook the two''s hands.


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    "Ajax," Ajax said.


    "Samael," Samael followed.


    "They''re no fun either," Alicia commented.


    "Enough of that; where''s General Luminari?" Icarius asked.


    "The general? Well, where else if not in the command post?" she said. "Come on, I''ll lead you there."


    Following the woman, they passed by multiple large tents before arriving at one bigger than most and more reinforced.


    "They''re here to meet the general," Alicia said to the guards on duty.


    "Name?" The guard asked.


    "Ya blind? Can''t you see who these guys are?" Alicia asked.


    The guard took another look before his eyes widened, his eyeballs nearly pooping out.


    "I didn''t recognise you, master Icarius. Please forgive me," the guard said as he hastily made way.


    "It''s alright," Icarius said as he went inside.


    Inside stood multiple figures, many of whom were influential individuals. Noticing Icarius, the general''s face brightened.


    "Icarius, friend! Finally something good!" He exclaimed as he rushed over.


    "Luminari, you bastard, you''re still overworking, huh," Icarius said as the two erupted into loud laughter.


    "You''re still as shitty as ever!" Luminari fired back. "I think you came here for Ishkar?" he asked.


    "You got me. Where''s that man anyway?" Icarius asked.


    "Guess," Luminari said.


    "Oh," Icarius said as he realised.


    "Yeah, you sometimes act like you don''t know the man," Luminari said. "Come on, I''ll help you get there."


    Hearing this, the personnel inside the tent grumbled, their voices interspersed.


    "But the meeting isn''t finished yet, general!"


    "I ditched my lunch for this."


    "General! I thought we''d talked about this!"


    Luminari turned back, a deep frown in his face as he scowled. "Oh enough of that! Shush! We have a very important guest here! Have some shame!"


    Without sparing them another glance, he wore a smile as he led Icarius out. Samael could only shake his head; he knows too well that feeling of having a laid-back boss.


    On their way, the two discussed while Samuel and Ajax listened. It seems they were talking about the state of the sanctuary.


    "Oh, it''s bad, alright," Luminari said. "These bastards have been more persistent, and it started around two months ago."


    Icarius''s brows furrowed. "Two months ago?"


    "Yes, two months ago, why?" Luminari asked when he saw Icarius''s stare. "Oh. Are you saying this may have a connection to the incident in Tera?"


    Looking around, Icarius closed in. "Listen, what I''m about to tell you is private information that was only disclosed to the closest members of the High Table."


    Luminari''s face fell to a frown. "Are you sure you want to tell me this?"


    "I trust you," Icarius said.


    "Then fire away," Luminari urged.


    "About two months ago, a group of people attacked Tera. They orchestrated the destruction of the barriers, disabled the defences, and... planted something I''ve never seen before," Icarius elaborated.


    "Planted...?" Luminari asked.


    "Yes, they planted what we call a ''fell flower'' under the heart of the city," Icarius said.


    "What does that have to do with our current situation here?" Luminari asked.


    "That''s the thing; this fell flower had the ability to summon abominations through rifts," Icarius said.


    Luminari''s eyes widened, his lips parting. "Are you serious right now?"


    "Do I look like I''m joking?" Isaac asked.


    A heavy sigh escaped Luminari''s lips. "Well, shit. But still, I don''t see how that correlates with our situation. My scouts haven''t detected nor seen any new rifts forming."


    "That is true, but here''s the catch. When that beast died, all the abominations near Tera also died," Icarius said.


    "Just dead? As in, they fell one by one?" Luminari asked, in which Icarius nodded in response. "Are you saying there might be another flower somewhere and it''s the one controlling the abominations we''re facing? If so, why go aggressive now?"


    "Perhaps it sensed the death of the flower in Tera and realised its existence had been revealed. Now, it''s forming a wall between us and it because I know that once we kill it, the war will finally be over," Icarius said.


    Luminari fell silent, a melancholic expression present in his face. This war had taken way too many, both young and old. Dreams, hopes, and futures were gone, and they didn''t even know the reason. But now they''re seeing something¡ªa light at the end of this hellishly long tunnel. Maybe now humanity has a chance.


    "Wait, that does remind me, you said a ''group'' of people planted that flower? Who are they?" Luminari asked.


    Icarius fell silent for a moment before he spoke, causing Luminari''s face to contort in rage.


    "They''re from the Ministry of Light. A saint of one of the Cardinals."


    "SON OF A BITCH, I KNEW IT!" he roared, his hands balling to a fist as his face flushed red.


    Luminari hated the ministry so much that if given even the slightest chance, he''ll take it as long as it brings down those Tyrants. But contrary to his beliefs, Luminari''s past is just as complicated.


    Luminari is a man in his fifties and is currently ranked Transcendent II. But what catches everyone''s attention is his white hair and golden eyes.


    Yes, he was once a member of the ministry.


    But his role there wasn''t all glorified and beautiful. It was harsh and cold, for he was destined to become an omen.


    Omens are one of the hidden trump cards of the church. While they show compassion and all forms of kindness to the masses, they kidnap and train children in the dark, away from the very light they admire.


    Omens are a group of assassins the Ministry possesses. These omens are trained since young and brainwashed with all forms of torture. As such, their sense of reasoning has been blurred and their conscience gone.


    In fact, what killed the headmaster was an omen. One of high rank.


    These assassins are greatly skilled in stealth and assassinations and have a plethora of skills that are lethal and forbidden by the ministry.


    Currently, the one way to identify an omen is through their element and attire. Omen''s can use light, but their light is murky and darker than the other users. This is due to the tainted teachings of the ministry. As for their attire, they all wear specific masks with specific numbers of slits or eyes. The higher the number, the stronger the omen.


    So while Luminari managed to escape that hell hole, it was too late, as the ministry had already begun their training for him. In turn, he has obtained the common murky-coloured light the other omens possess.


    "Calm down, Luminari," Icarius said.


    "HOW CAN I? I''VE TRIED TO TELL THE PEOPLE OF THESE BASTARDS CORRUPTION YET THEY TURN A BLIND EYE!" Luminari scowled.


    "I understand your rage. But being controlled by it won''t help... at least not right now," Icarius said.


    Luminari''s rage halted as he asked. "What do you mean, not right now?"


    "Well, the reason we''re here is to prepare. Prepare for a war this world has yet to see," Icarius said.


    Luminari''s face slowly morphed to a large maniacal smirk. "I see."


    "Oh, you''ve just begun to see," Icarius said as he looked ahead, where a man stood at a desolate battlefield with hundreds of corpses surrounding him.


    "We''re here," Luminari said as he backed away. "I''m going to leave now; I know very well how this man works. I''m going to save myself some trouble."


    Icarius smiled wryly as he looked at the bulky man. It was about to get messy.


    "ISHKAR!" Icarius roared, his voice echoing through the endless dessert.


    Slowly looking back, a wide, ominous smirk appeared on the man''s lips.


    "So you''ve arrived."

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    "Here we go," Icarius muttered under his breath as he slowly backed away, luring the attention of Samael and Ajax.


    "What are you doing?" Samael asked, his instincts ringing alarms. Looking at Ishkar, Samael''s face paled.


    Oh shit.


    Ishkar slowly turned around, steam slowly rising from his skin as it began to emit a crimson hue.


    "Good luck, kids," Icarius said before he leaped high in the air, leaving a loud thunderclap.


    "You bastard!" Samael roared as he hastily brandished his axe.


    "Too slow!" A voice roared as Samael''s eyes widened.


    Without thinking twice, his figure exploded into a flock of ravens, scattering around at random as a fist blew past his previous position.


    "Hoo! Futile tricks!" Ishkar roared as he raised his foot high in the air with flexibility that did not suit his physique.


    With one breath, he slammed his foot down, shattering the very ground they stood in and sending large chunks of sandstone in the air, many of which killed dozens of Samael''s ravens.


    Left with no choice, Samael regrouped as he deployed multiple Void Cleaves in an attempt to halt the man''s advance. But as Ishkar said, futile.


    Leaping towards Samael, Ishkar nonchalantly tanked the incoming cleaves, the attack barely leaving a scratch on his crimson skin.


    Samael''s eyes widened at this sight as Ishkar closed the distance with ease. However, before he could reach the boy, a plethora of shadow tendrils latched unto his feet, dragging him back and throwing him in the distance.


    "IS THAT ALL?!" Ishkar taunted as a burly laugh escaped his lips. Flexing his body, he rammed his feet down the ground, his body sliding back and losing momentum before coming to a complete stop.


    "MORE! MORE! MORE!" Ishkar roared as a maniacal laugh echoed in the air.


    Slamming both his fists together, his hands began to warp as blood seeped out of his skin, grouping around his knuckles and hardening.


    With one forceful stomp on the ground, he blasted forward, blowing back a tsunami of sand as he closed the gap within a second.


    Unable to react, Samael crossed his arms as Ishkar''s fist collided with his forearms, swiftly shattering his Void skin and nearly crushing his bones, his figure thrown back towards the great wall of Servan.


    As his body stuck to the gigantic wall, a loud explosion thundered as the warriors above gathered to watch the spectacle.


    Ajax grated his teeth as he began to cast. But Ishkar was faster.


    "TOO SLOW!"


    Grabbing Ajax''s face, he drove it straight down the ground, causing a large explosion as the sand blew up like smoke.


    Raising his fist, Ishkar began to crank it down when a large fist composed of Void matter struck him, throwing him a dozen steps back.


    "You''re still up?!" Ishkar said as he laughed. "I LIKE YOU!"


    Lowering his stance, he opened his arms as though he were aiming to embrace someone, yet multiple blood spikes began to extend out of his torso and arms.


    "Oh shit," Samael said as he realised what the man was planning.


    "Here I come!" Ishkar roared as he blitzed forward.


    "DAMN!" Samael roared as he slammed his hand against the sand.


    "Void wall!"


    From the depths, a large black wall burst forth, sand dripping off its edges as it rose high in the air. But Ishkar did not care as he casually collided with it.


    "This man is crazy!" Samael roared as he watched Ishkar break through the wall, crushing large parts of it as he tightly hugged it.


    Taking advantage of this situation, Ajax groaned as he rose from the rubbles.


    "Black web."


    Stretching his hand forward, the shadow forming in his palm condensed, forming into thin, string-like substances that began to interlap, shooting forward and cutting all it hit with ease.


    Sensing this impending attack, Ishkar turned back, blood forming in his hands.


    "Blood hammer!"


    Raising his hands, the blood began to morph, taking the appearance of a large hammer twice the man''s body. With one loud roar, he slammed it down, smashing the web in one fell swoop and fracturing the ground.


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    "This is insane!" Samael said as he regained his balance. Just how strong was Ishkar?


    But before Samael could recover fully, the man twisted his body and threw the hammer at him.


    In an attempt to stop it, Samael threw a Void aegis forward, but the hammer easily shattered the barrier, hitting him square in the chest and knocking him unconscious.


    Before he lost his consciousness, Samael saw the brute launch himself towards Ajax.


    Seeing Samael faint, Ajax clicked his tongue. Ishkar wasn''t holding back his attacks; to knock out Samael without even striking his head is beyond just strong.


    Without warning, Ishkar blasted forward, sliding off the ground and leaving a trail of blood behind.


    Acting fast, Ajax summoned his avatar, his hand slowly cranking back as he slashed down.


    Looking at the incoming blade, Ishkar fell into maniacal laughter. "I''ve never tanked an avatar without using mine before! Let''s see what you got!"


    Halting his steps, his hand morphed red as blood completely surrounded it, forming a form of gauntlet with sharp claws resembling that of a beast.


    As the sword neared him, he slammed his foot down, shaking the sand as he grabbed the blade.


    Before everyone''s eyes, an explosion of great magnitude shook the entirety of Servan as the two collided. The earth was shattered, and a large dust cloud rose in the sky, blocking the view and raising the tension in the air.


    "Fucking hell, Ishkar!" Icarius muttered as he saw the severity of the attack. Even he wasn''t brave enough to tank a full on avatar with his bare hands.


    As the dust settled, only one figure remained standing.


    Jumping down, Icarius swiftly checked on Samael and Ajax, a sigh escaping his lips as he realised they were just unconscious.


    "Are you trying to kill my students, you bastard?!" Icarius scowled at the man.


    "I like their guts! They didn''t cower like the rest!" Ishkar said as he released a booming laugh.


    Icarius could only facepalm the man. But it was a relief the two got through his monstrous standards; it would have been impossible to convince him otherwise.


    "So that settles it then?" Icarius asked.


    "This is going to be fun," Ishkar said.


    ***


    Opening his eyes, Samael squinted as the light assaulted him. After adjusting, it seems he was inside a tent, and judging by the light outside the tent, it''s already dark.


    Looking beside him, Samael saw Ajax sitting by the corner, arms crossed. On cue, Icarius went in.


    "Boys," he said.


    "What happened?" Samuel asked.


    "Well, after going unconscious, me and Ishkar spoke, and he approves of you two," Icarius said.


    Samuel could only sigh. It seems they''re in for a treat with that man. He was crazy; no other explanation for it. But he was also strong.


    "When do we start?" Samael asked.


    "Tomorrow," Icarius said.


    "Already?" Samael asked.


    "He''s impatient," Isaac said as he shrugged.


    When the darkness was overcome by the light of dawn and the horizon was once again illuminated, Samael and Ajax found themselves outside the wall near what seemed to be a war camp of sorts.


    Within that war camp were more people who looked similar to Ishkar with their brown skin and type of clothing composed of abominations hides.


    It was Ishkar''s home, the place where his family and clan resided. It seems monster hunting was a thing in their place considering everyone here were battle-hardened warriors.


    Sitting in the middle of the desert, Ishkar spoke. "I''m Ishkar, the chief of the dessert warriors."


    "Samael," Samael replied.


    "Ajax," Ajax said in return.


    Ishkar burst into laughter. "As I thought, I knew I''d like you two!"


    Samuel could only smile wryly.


    "Let''s get straight to the point! You!" Ishkar said as he pointed at Samael. "Too passive!"


    Samuel''s brows rose. Passive? But he''s already fairly aggressive after Michael''s teaching? Was it still not enough?


    "How?" Samael asked.


    "You wait too much. Opportunities don''t come; you make them," Ishkar said. "So your task, kill this beast."


    Creating some form of sound, the sand began to tremble as a creature resembling that of a rabbit revealed itself.


    "That," Ishkar said as he pointed at the creature.


    "A rabbit?" Samael asked.


    Ishkar''s lips formed a smirk. "Then kill it. I''d like to see you try."


    "As for you," Ishkar followed as he looked at Ajax. "Too reliant on Element. Lacking in combat prowess."


    "How do I fix that?" Ajax asked.


    "Master the body, master yourself," Ishkar said as he pointed at an approaching beast hidden beyond a sand cloud. "Kill, but don''t use elements."


    Looking at the beast, it was a multi-armed creature with multiple teeth and what seemed to be an exoskeleton coupled with multiple red eyes.


    "No element?" Ajax asked. Judging by the aura of the creature, it was definitely Saint-ranked. How did it even get here?


    "No element," Ishkar said.


    "That''s impossible," Ajax said.


    "Then make it possible," Ishkar replied before slumping down. "I will not help you two. Go."


    Heeding his request, Samael unsheathed Crimson Raven as he looked at the rabbit. With one forceful stomp, he blasted forward, his blade striking down.


    However, when the dust had calmed down, Samael''s eyes widened. Standing beside the axe was the rabbit, unharmed.


    Turning his blade sidewards, Samael swung horizontally, but the rabbit nimbly jumped away, the axe barely getting close to it.


    "Huh," Samael muttered.


    Lowering his stance, he blasted forward as he swung multiple times a second. But like before, the rabbit hopped and weaved through the attacks.


    "Passive and blind," Ishkar said.


    Looking at the rabbit and his axe, it seems things were not as easy as it looks.


    A small smile made its way to Ishkar''s face. Samael wasn''t like the rest; he did not complain about fighting the rabbit. He wasn''t arrogant, and most importantly, he''s fast to learn.


    The rabbit before him was a special kind of rabbit. In their clan, it is called the ghost hopper. Why? That''s because it is hard to kill and even harder to hit.


    The training for Samael was simple. While he was already aggressive, it wasn''t enough considering his fighting style. Yes, although Ishkar may seem simple-minded, when it comes to fighting, he''s smart.


    With this training, Samael would have to force himself to adapt and increase his aggression in order to even hit the beast. But attacking alone wasn''t enough, as he''ll also need accuracy.


    It seems he already knows that.


    On the other hand, the sound of steel clashing against steel echoed in the air as Ajax slid back.


    Looking at the charging beast, Ajax clenched his jaw as they traded blows, yet he knew he was being overwhelmed.


    Unable to react on time, the beast swung its tail, slamming against Ajax''s blade as he was sent flying.


    Looking at the beast, Ajax felt it was truly impossible to beat this beast without an element. Yet he also finally realised how weak he was without his element. Most of his attacks revolved around the use of his shadows and out manoeuvring his enemies. He never truly honed his own ability to fight. A low groan escaped his lips as he rose up.


    Ishkar''s smile widened as he saw the two. That blasted Icarius found himself two prodigies. He was so jealous right now.


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    Samael wiped off the sweat trickling down his chin as he hungered for air, something he did not expect as continuous rank-ups and stat changes have boosted his stamina above the roof. However, his beliefs are once again challenged by a single rabbit.


    These past few days, all he and Ajax have been doing is wake up, eat, train, short rest, train, and the cycle repeats.


    Killing the rabbit is undoubtedly one of the hardest things Samael has encountered. The rabbit was like the wind, shifting to his attacks and ever so agile. No matter how much he tries, he fails.


    But it didn''t discourage him. In fact, Ishkar''s words kept repeating in his mind about how passive and blind he was. Samael has drawn multiple conclusions, but knowing the man, he would have meant it literally.


    Still, Samael is still confused about how he is passive. Wasn''t aggression the act of attacking your opponent without mercy and great intensity? Not giving them time to recover or think? Was he truly missing something?


    Plus, what does Ishkar mean by blind? Was he not seeing something he should be seeing right now? Or perhaps he''s unable to detect an important aspect of this training?


    A soft sigh escaped Samuel''s lips. Ajax''s training was far easier by his standards; he just has to fight monsters and hone his combat abilities. Sure, it''s much riskier, but that''s the environment he''s used to too.


    Sitting down, Samael watched the rabbit hop around mindlessly, drifting through the endless desert. However, his attention soon shifted when a figure overshadowed him.


    It was Ishkar.


    "Tired?" Ishkar asked.


    "No, just... unsure," Samael said.


    "Why?" Ishkar asked. "My commands were simple."


    "Simple, yes... but not as simple as you think," Samael replied.


    Ishkar''s eyes narrowed as he watched the ghost hopper in front of the boy. "Come," he said.


    Samuel''s brows furrowed as he rose up and dusted himself. "Where are we going?"


    "To the battlefield," Ishkar said plainly.


    Although Ishkar knew that Samael improved best when taught, learning by yourself is also an aspect one must master because he cannot always live in the shadows of those that are ahead of him.


    On their way, Ishkar also fetched Ajax, saying the same thing. "Follow me."


    After some time traversing the endless desert, they soon arrived at a ruined village far from the great wall. But contrary to what Samael expected, there were no abominations in their path.


    Sitting around a campfire, Samael felt rather unsure, as he''s used to the fact that such things are bound to attract unruly enemies. But throughout the rest of the night, nothing happened.


    When morning came, Samael woke up early just to realise Ishkar had already begun to hunt. Following his steps, Samael found the man in a faceoff with an abomination in the transcendent rank.


    Watching quietly by the shadows, Samael keenly observed Ishkar''s moves.


    Ishkar remained still for a while, watching the beast circle him as though he were prey. However, he soon made his move as he clenched his fists, blood beginning to form in his knuckles.


    Reacting to this, the beast circling him pounced straight at him, jaws wide open, aiming to tear off his throat. But he remained calm.


    But to Samael''s surprise, Ishkar didn''t wait for an opportunity to counter; instead, he rushed in with one forceful kick to the ground.


    The abomination in front of him could not react in time as Ishkar slammed his fist straight to its face, sending it barreling back. Yet he wasn''t done yet.


    Not giving the beast time to even stand up, Ishkar once again pounced, his arms wide open with spikes jutting out¡ªthe same attack he used on Samael.


    Seeing this, the beast hastily jumped to the side only to be halted in his steps as Ishkar grabbed its leg, hurled him in the air, and smashed him straight on the ground, causing a large explosion.


    The beast, still alive, roared as it began to mindlessly claw at Ishkar. However, Ishkar did not dodge or block; instead, he countered as he slipped past the attacks, each time throwing a mean punch at the gaps the creature made, pummeling him even more.


    But defying Samael''s expectations once more, Ishkar switched his fighting style midway as he blocked the creature''s claw from reaching him before smashing his fist against its chin and throwing it in the air.


    However, before it could even reach some height, Ishkar once again grabbed the creature by the leg, dragging it down as he leaped and slammed his knee straight to its skull, blowing it to pieces.


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    Landing back down, Ishkar went straight to cutting up its body for the meat.


    Samael''s eyes remained fixated on the man, events of what just happened still flashing in his mind. It was indescribable how he fought and the beauty in it. Something Samael did not expect to find in combat.


    But his eyes widened when he soon realised something.


    He was not breathing.


    In the entirety of the fight, Samael had creased to breathe under the tension of the fight. Was this what the beast Ishkar was fighting felt?


    Returning back to their camp, Samael sat down as he recalled the fight. Each move and action Ishkar took, he engraved in his mind.


    When noon came, Samael began his training once more as he chased after the rabbit without end. He slashed, hacked, and used his element, but to no avail.


    Frustrated, Samael threw his axe down the ground, causing the sand to rise as he released a muffled scream.


    Not only did he feel annoyed that it felt as though he made no progress, but something else was bothering him. As if he was missing something in his fight.


    But what was it?


    Picking up his weapon once more, Samael began chasing after the creature again. He kept going after it without stop, every single time failing without a doubt. Soon, the skies had darkened, and he had made no progress again.


    Silently watching by the side, Ishkar shook his head as he went back. Samael followed suit shortly afterwards.


    When morning came again, Samael was woken up by Ishkar''s voice along with the sound of steel clanking. Sitting up, he saw Ajax and Ishkar in the middle of the camp, training.


    "No, utilise your body more, shift your weight accordingly, and move your feet," Ishkar said as he kept adjusting Ajax''s posture and movement.


    The man guided Ajax each step along the way, making sure he knew where he was going.


    Seeing this, Samael was once again reminded of Ishkar''s fight with the abomination and the beauty in it. So he took up his weapon and went to train.


    But like yesterday, it was futile as he found himself burdened by his progress.


    Sitting by the camp again, Samael watched the Ishkar and Ajax duel.


    "No! You''re too plain and easy to read! Fighting isn''t all about attacking; it''s about creating opportunities and using that opportunity to win!" Ishkar said.


    Hearing this, Samael''s eyes glistened as he once more remembered his fight.


    When morning came, Samael was gone early, way earlier than even Ishkar, prompting the man to follow after the boy.


    Standing before the rabbit, Samael recalled Ishkar''s fight. But this time, he followed each and every move he made, making sure no mistakes were made even if his attacks seemed rather sloppy.


    Although he failed to capture the rabbit, Samael did not feel frustrated like before. Instead, he felt a form of satisfaction and a will to do more.


    A small smile made its way to Ishkar''s lips. Finally, he had begun to learn, to adapt, and to finally understand on his own.


    Although it may seem like Samael was simply copying Ishkar, that wasn''t the case. Instead, he was "feeling."


    Soon, noon came, and Samael decided to take some rest, so he sat down in their camp and recalled the experience of copying Ishkar''s moves. The feeling, the sensation, and the thrill he felt.


    He now believes that what he was lacking was that feeling. He knew that if he had that, he would soar even higher than before.


    But what was it?


    After his break, Samael returned to his training, copying the man again. By now, nearly a week had passed.


    Lowering his axe, Samael breathed out. Just what was it that he was lacking? No matter how many times he tries, he never seems to understand.


    Lifting his blade, Samael examined his memory of Ishkar''s fight. But this time, he tried to imagine what he could have done to prevent the man if he were the beast.


    In his mind, he slowly, detail by detail, recalled all of Ishkar''s moves. From the moment he lunged forward with great speed.


    What could he have done then? Yes, dodge. Blocking would have ended the fight immediately, for Ishkar is like an unstoppable force.


    Unstoppable force... Why is he like one?


    Was it because of his strength? Speed? His power?


    No, he must dig deeper. Simply copying him won''t work now.


    Ishkar''s next move was to throw a punch, which sent the beast back. Afterwards, he dashed once more, intending to end the fight right there.


    What could he have done?


    Dash. It was the only possible move. Yet, even that did not work, as Ishkar simply dragged the beast by its foot.


    There was simply nothing the abomination could do.


    Attacking would have failed. Defending would have failed. Dodging would have failed.


    He was truly an unstoppable force.


    "An unstoppable force..." Samael muttered.


    What is an unstoppable force?


    Is it a force so strong nothing can defy it?


    No.


    While that may be partially true, that wasn''t what made Ishkar so strong.


    Looking at Samael''s still figure, Ishkar''s eyes widened. "Is he...?"


    A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Samael really is a prodigy.


    "Icarius, you bastard, where did you find such a monster?!"


    Opening his eyes, Samael wielded his axe once more, a cold yet suffocating aura emanating from his body. It wasn''t bloodlust or astral pressure. No, it was something vastly different yet, at the same time, similar.


    Looking at the jumping rabbit, Samael''s eyes locked in its figure. This time, he paid attention to its every move. The way its muscles flexed, its eyes darted, and the way it angled its body.


    Sensing the odd aura coming from Samael, the rabbit hastily dashed away, leaving nothing but sand in its wake.


    But it was different this time.


    With one forceful stomp on the ground, Samuel''s figure blasted forward, closing the gap with ease.


    Sensing his intent, the rabbit swiftly evaded the downward slash as it hopped to the right, only for Samael to recoil back and follow up with a circular hack.


    Panic ate through the rabbit as it bounced around frantically, attempting to find an escape route but to no avail.


    Samaela''s attacks were relentless as he steadily slashed his way through. Yet, the rabbit was still unharmed.


    But not for long.


    Dodging Samael''s attack, the beast hopped back as it took one last look at the man, only to see an axe coming its way. Flexing its feet, it bounced back when it struck a hard surface, causing it to tumble down.


    It had been cornered.


    Shifting its gaze at Samael, the beast''s eyes circled as its head was thrown high in the air.


    A low thud echoed as its corpse sprawled at the sand, staining the golden ground in crimson.


    Ishkar could only shake his head in disbelief. To think he would understand the concept so fast is beyond him.


    Aggressiveness wasn''t just about attacking your opponent and overwhelming them. No, it is far more than that.


    You don''t look for opportunities; you make them.


    But most importantly, you don''t just overwhelm.


    Straightening his back, Samael shifted his gaze at his axe.


    Yes, this was what made Ishkar so strong.


    "He dominates."


    You dominate.


    That is the art of an aggresor.

 CH131-Sovereigns Will.

    Samael''s training proceeded greatly. His progress grew exponentially after his enlightenment, and each and every action he took now had a purpose.


    After realising the answer to his questions, Samael now strived to fully understand the concept of aggression. Although he did understand that what he lacked was the ability to dominate his opponent, putting it to play was a completely different thing.


    Fortunately, Ishkar finally began teaching him what it meant, but not in a way that he was spoon-fed but rather giving him ideas and clues to utilise.


    "People have auras; everyone has one," Ishkar said. "But Domineering aura is different."


    "Domineering aura?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, in my clan we call it domineering aura," Ishkar said.


    "Domineering aura..." Samael muttered.


    On cue, the codex flashed a screen before him, startling Samael.


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    Right now? Samael wondered. Show me.


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    Current progress: chained.


    Effects: Enhances the fighting spirit and will of the user.


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    A sigh escaped Samuel''s lips. Both options were hard. He hoped too much. But that doesn''t mean they''re impossible to do; he just needs ample time.


    "Samael?" Ishkar asked.


    Samael blinked a few times. "Yeah?"


    "Are you listening?" Ishkar asked.


    "Yes," Samael said.


    Clearing his throat, Ishkar resumed. "As I was saying, domineering aura is learnt through my clan. It''s a skill we practice since birth."


    Domineering aura paired with my new skill should work miracles if used right, Samael thought.


    "How do you learn it?" Samael asked.


    "There is no fast way," Ishkar said. "It is fostered from birth."


    Samuel''s brows furrowed. "Then what''s the point of telling me?"


    "Although it is not accepted by our elders, there is a forbidden way of doing so," Ishkar said.


    "Why is it forbidden?" Samael asked.


    "The domineering aura is the manifestation and use of your fighting spirit that is strengthened since birth. It is similar to astral pressure yet different in its own unique way," Ishkar explained. "In our clan, we believe that each person is born with a specific amount of fighting spirit. However, it is only the tip that we are able to use due to our inability to overcome it. So we train our offsprings through battles, conditioning, and mediations for their spirit tunings."


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    "Spirit tuning?" Samael asked.


    "Spirit tuning is where we conduct a ritual to send the individual inside their own spirit prison where their fighting spirits are bound. There they shall challenge it, and if they win, they awaken their Domineering will," Ishkar said. "Our elders described it as similar to waking a slumbering dragon, which can only be done if you''re strong enough to withstand it."


    "So what is this forbidden way?" Samael asked.


    "The forbidden way is a ritual called Sanguinis Fortico," Ishkar said. "It is through this ritual that I will forcefully throw you inside your prison realm, and I shall wake up the fighting spirit inside you prematurely."


    "What happens if you do?" Samael asked.


    "Well, before I get to that, you must know that your fighting spirit is connected to your soul strength, which is defined by birth. So the stronger someone''s soul is, the harder their battle can become. When we train our young, we can roughly measure their fighting spirit, but if I do this ritual, we''ll be going in blind, and that is never good," Ishkar said. "You can die."


    Samael fell silent. Death. It was a concept he wasn''t that foreign to. He has witnessed many lay their lives in their line of duty to do what they must do. If so, why should he fear? He wouldn''t have made it here if he hadn''t taken risks.


    "I will do what I must," Samael said as Ishkar smiled. This kid was truly something.


    "I knew you were going to agree to it; that''s why I already prepared the materials required beforehand," Ishkar said as he took out what seemed to be some form of incense jar and put down multiple runes around Samael, encircling him.


    "Now, I will be with you in your battle; if I sense something is off, I will cut the connection. It will hurt, but it will save your life," Ishkar said. "Are you ready?"


    Taking one final deep breath, Samael nodded. "I''m ready."


    Ishkar nodded back as he touched Samael''s forehead with his fingers, a wave of energy going through him as he instinctively closed his eyes. Soon, the runes around him glew bright as the ritual began.


    For a moment, Samael felt as though he was floating in the vast expanse of the Void. A familiar feeling, but this time it was different. Way different.


    Without his knowledge, he found himself standing in a large empty area where there was nothing but darkness as far as the eye can perceive. The sky was bleak, and the floor seemed as though it were made of black marble. But those things did not concern him. It was the figure in the middle of the spirit prison.


    Sitting in the centre was a black being that was humanoid in form. He was riddled with chains and unmoving... until it noticed his presence.


    Unbeknownst to Samael, his fighting spirit was different. He overlooked some crucial details; it is that he is born a Vagabond and that he is strengthened by his insignia: indomitable will. And that creature is its manifestation.


    Turning around, a violent pressure befell Samael, the likes he had never experienced before. So much so that he immediately buckled under it. He was unable to breathe, move, or even blink under its authority. And yet it has only glanced at him.


    Ishkar also felt this pressure, and he himself felt his spirit scream in fear. His very fighting spirit was afraid of what lay inside Samael.


    Slowly standing to its feet, the being finally faced Samael as it began to walk towards him, overshadowing him. Slowly, it reached him.


    Ishkar grated his teeth. He knew it was time to end it, but he couldn''t. Samael''s fighting spirit was suppressing him, an unheard phenomenon.


    Due to the forces of his soul being blown out of proportions, Samael stood no chance as it inched closer by the second... That is if he fought alone.


    Before the spirit could even reach him, another hand stemmed from the darkness of the depths, grabbing the wrist of the spirit and stopping it dead in its tracks.


    The spirit jerked its head towards the culprit as its eyes widened.


    Like a miracle, the pressure pinning Samael vanished into thin air as he regained the ability to move. Not wasting time, he too looked at his helper.


    There it was, a creature composed of pure darkness. It was humanoid as well, but it held a warm gaze as it looked at Samael, and he himself knew what it was.


    The Void.


    Yes, they were one.


    Or rather, all three of them are one.


    Looking at the spirit, Samael steadily rose up. Why must he fight his spirit when it is his? Without it, he wouldn''t be here. It is what helped shape him.


    Ishkar said to defeat your own spirit, but was it really the right action?


    Looking at the spirit, Samael could see a multitude of emotions hiding behind its gaze.


    Pain.


    Longing.


    Anger.


    But most importantly.


    Longing.


    Holding the hand of the Void, Samael nodded.


    It was okay.


    Understanding what he meant, it slowly removed its grasp as the spirit continued its journey, as though it were it''s entire life''s mission to reach him, to connect and reform.


    As it''s hand touched Samael, it too was engulfed in darkness. For it too was shaped by the Void.


    Ishkar felt his bones rattle and his muscles spasm as he tried his best to break the link. However, all his attempts were futile. Whatever was stopping him was able to suppress him with its mere presence.


    But his worries were for naught.


    Like lightning, the sudden pressure vanished into thin air, as though it never happened in the first place. Everything became serene, and his connection with the boy was utterly crushed.


    Opening his eyes, Ishkar looked at Samael with uncertainty. Just what was happening inside?


    When the spirit inside Samael had finished morphing, he was again thrown into shambles as he felt himself catapulted again. When he opened his eyes, there was only him and the ever-ending darkness.


    No.


    They were there, inside him. Merged as one in perfect unity and harmony. They were whole again, as it should be.


    Clutching his chest, Samael could feel an unexplainable warmth and security flowing in his veins.


    This was their emotion.


    All their rage, pain, longing, and wishes were now finally with him. Or rather, his own desires have finally been cleared.


    This was the answer. Not to defeat, but to become one.


    As the spirit prison began to crumble apart like dust being blown by the wind, a single panel erupted before Samael.


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    Sweet Samael thought as his eyes blasted open.


    "Are you okay, boy?" Ishkar asked.


    Samael nodded as he got up. However, Ishkar''s eyes widened as he looked at the boy.


    "This..." Ishkar muttered.


    Around Samael''s body outline was a small purple glow that emanated strength.


    "You''ve done it. No, you outclassed it," Ishkar said.


    What Samael did was way beyond even his wildest imagination.


    He has created a skill, a perfect version of their domineering will. Something far far more advanced.


    He has done it.


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    Current rank: Chained


    Manifestation of the user''s unyielding fighting spirit and will to dominate.


    Effects


    1. Increase agitation of opponents with weaker fighting spirit than the user.


    2. Degrades the composure of enemies with weaker fighting spirit''s than the user.


    3. Hammers enemies decision-making and reaction time if they have a weaker fighting spirit than the user.


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    A small smile made its way to Samael''s face. He had never felt so clear before.


    "What did you do?" Ishkar asked in excitement as he held the boy''s shoulders.


    Looking at the man, Samael spoke. "I did not defeat my spirit, but rather I became one with it."


    Ishkar''s eyes glew bright as he stepped back, his mouth mumbling without stop. "This is... amazing! Such revelations! Such insights!"


    Looking at Samael with flames burning in his eyes, he spoke. "Fight me!"


    Unsheathing his axe, Samuel smiled.


    Seeing this, Ishkar''s maniacal smirk widened even further as he slammed both his fists to form a crimson gauntlet.


    Time to see the results.

 CH132-Frustration and disgust.

    Looking at Samael, Ishkar felt his body tremble in excitement, his urge to charge at him burning ever so brightly each second that passed.


    Samael felt the same; he had no fear this time, just the urge to fight and test how far he''s gotten once more.


    As the two faced off, they blasted forward like thunder as they shattered the earth with ease, sending dust high in the sky.


    As their fists collided, Ishkar''s maniacal smile widened. Just how far will this kid go?


    At that moment, Samael smirked as he finally felt the feeling he did when he copied Ishkar''s battle, except far more intense and dominating.


    It was time to unleash it.


    Ishkar''s eyes widened as he narrowly avoided a black spike stemming from the ground. Although he was using the same amount of power and speed as Samael, it seems he''ll need to amp it up.


    However, the boy wasn''t done yet as he sent forward more spikes, forcing Ishkar to back away as he weaved around the attack, his body like the leaves underneath the influence of the strong wind.


    But Samael was swift as he charged ahead, his axe slashing back and forth, leaving afterimages under his speed.


    Ishkar swiftly deflected the attacks as he himself threw a plethora of punches, each strike sending a blood wave forward.


    Seeing this, Samael raised his arms as he deployed a Void aegis, blocking most of the punches before sending the wave of energy forward.


    Ishkar easily evaded the wave as he recoiled for a counter, his fist colliding with a shield on Samael''s arms, shattering it upon impact.


    Samael skidded off the ground as he sent multiple Void cleave, dicing the ground and all in its way. But Ishkar was faster as he nimbly passed through the gaps, each time sending his own attacks in return.


    Samael danced around as he threw one attack after another. Ishkar did the same, his maniacal smile not fading throughout the entirety of the fight.


    When the night had come, Samael was left kneeling on the floor, his essence exhausted, and so was his stamina. Buckets of sweat trickled down his forehead, staining the stand as they dropped down.


    Ishkar remained standing, his body glistening under the sweat, something he had not felt for quite a while.


    "You did good, boy," Ishkar said. "You would have beaten me if I wasn''t really a deity."


    Samael shifted his glance towards the man as he shakily rose up.


    "Enough," Ishkar said as he raised his hand. "You''ve done enough for today."


    Releasing a sigh, Samael slumped down as he watched the moon in the sky. It was exhausting and painful. Yet the thought of losing made his stomach churn. He did not know where he''s taking his determination, but he has a feeling it was from his new ability.


    "Although you''ve achieved something great, greater than even the domineering will, your use of it is still crude and poor," Ishkar said. "But I will train you; give me 2 weeks¡ªnno, one week is all I need, and I will mould you into a fighter; this world will speak legends off."


    One week, he has about 3 more weeks before he leaves this place. It was truly odd because every moment felt faster than the last. Before he knew it, one month had gone by.


    But there is still much to do.


    ***


    When morning came, Samael awoke once again to the same scenery as before. However, Ajax had considerably improved.


    It seems Ajax''s growth was also another mystery to Ishkar, as the man absorbed the things he thought of him with speed only second to Samael.


    Squaring off with Ishkar, Ajax''s figure appeared as a blur as the two danced around, exchanging blows.


    Sparks flew in the sky as steel collided with blood. But Ishkar did not care for the damage as he began to increase the intensity of his blows.


    However, Ajax remained steadfast in his feet as he remembered what he came here for. Putting it all to use, he weaved, slipped, and rolled through the punches of the man, each time sending his own flurry of counterattacks.


    However, Ishkar wasn''t done yet as he took hold of Ajax. It was now grappling.


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    Ajax swiftly attempted to take control of the man, but Ishkar was faster as he took the upper hand. Without wasting time, he dragged Ajax to a takedown, slamming the man towards the ground.


    But Ajax clenched his teeth as he recovered fast. Brining his foot forward, he locked it at Ishkar''s neck, his arms consistently pulling down at the brute''s arms.


    Unfortunately, Ishkar was simply stronger as he lifted Ajax before slamming him down without stop, shattering the earth and denting his armour.


    Letting go of the man, Ajax remained motionless for a while. Another defeat. But he did not feel discouraged. He must simply do better.


    "You''re getting better, Ajax," Ishkar said. "Focus more on grappling, and your body will turn into a weapon."


    "Now, come Samael. It is your turn," Ishkar said as he went ahead.


    Samael nodded as he followed.


    Arriving at their usual training spot, Ishkar turned to face Samuel.


    "Do you have an idea how to use your new ability?" Ishkar asked.


    Samuel fell silent before he spoke. "No, I don''t."


    "I see," Ishkar said. "It is similar to Domineering, but stronger. I can only teach you much, but you will have to take over eventually."


    Samael nodded as he braced himself. Things were finally moving.


    "I use Domineering will in combat to strengthen my resolve," Ishkar said.


    "Resolve?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, through this, I am able to act without a second thought and give every blow my all," Ishkar said. "With that, I''m able to overpower my opponents and seize them."


    Pointing his finger at Samuel, he resumed. "But your skill is different. It can affect your enemy and yourself. In battle, it burns like a fire, stronger each time you face an enemy. Your foes are like fuel."


    Samael fell silent. Ishkar understood that much without even having the Codex to explain? How much of a monster was he?


    "Although faint for me, I did feel something try to influence me," Ishkar said. "Since your skill isn''t meant only for yourself, there is much to learn."


    Smashing his fist together, Ishkar spoke. "Arm yourself. Combat is the best teacher."


    Samael nodded as he withdrew his blade, its appearance morphing under the influence of Void matter.


    Circling each other, Ishkar spoke. "To master the art of aggressiveness will take a long amount of time, even for you. But our goal isn''t to master it but to understand it."


    Dashing forward, he slammed his fist against Samael''s axe, forcing them into a stalemate.


    "Now Samael, feel your fighting spirit!" Ishkar roared as he threw a multitude of attacks, each one shattering the ground as Samael dodged.


    "Wrong!" Ishkar roared as he increased the intensity even more; as such, Samael was forced to back away as he racked his mind.


    "WRONG!" Ishkar roared as he began to use his abilities.


    Samuel''s grunts echoed as he struggled to keep up. But his struggles were futile as Ishkar eventually landed a hit on him, forcing him down.


    Gasping for air, Samael held his stomach. Seeing this, Ishkar spoke. "Feel it. Now is the perfect time."


    Looking at the sand, Samael closed his eyes as he felt his stomach churn. There it was again. That sensation of utter disgust.


    "That''s it," Ishkar said as he saw the same glow as before. "Harness it."


    Samael grasped the sand. How can he harness this feeling?


    Ishkar''s brows furrowed as he forced Samael up. "Again."


    Unable to react in time, Ishkar''s fist slammed straight to Samael''s face, opting for him to spit blood as he wiped his lips dry.


    At that moment, the glow in his body returned for but a brief moment. Noticing this, Ishkar''s eyes narrowed.


    Dashing forth, Ishkar sent another flurry of attacks, forcing Samael to progressively back away until he could not anymore.


    Once again, he was on the ground.


    Clutching the sand once more, Samuel grunted as he felt his body tremble. The same disgust permeated his body.


    Gritting his teeth, he fought off the sensation as he stood.


    "Again," Ishkar said.


    Shockwaves swept the desert as the two exchanged blows after blows. Although Samael was beginning to counter Ishkar''s attacks, the desired effects were still not there. It was simply not there.


    With one heavy strike to Samael''s chin, he was sent flying before smashing down the ground.


    Just what was he missing? He got the ability, but he cannot use it. Where was he wrong?


    Once again, he felt his body cringe at disgust, his stomach churning.


    What do you need?! Samael roared in his mind. Yet, the sensation just got even worse.


    Picking himself up once more, he wielded his blade. Seeing this, Ishkar''s face scrunched up.


    "Fool."


    Before Samael could react, Ishkar closed the distance with insane speed as he dug his fist at the boy''s stomach, throwing him hundreds of meters away.


    Samael''s body struck the ground multiple times before he came to a halt. Struggling to sit, Samael vomitted the contents of his stomach as he felt the sensation of disgust intensify.


    "ARGH!" Samael roared as he slammed his fist at the sand, cracking it.


    Ishkar could only shake his head. Just why can he understand? The answers were already in front of him, and yet he remains blind.


    "This will be for now," Ishkar said.


    "No! I can keep going!" Samael said when he stopped dead in his tracks.


    Looking at his hand, he realised it was trembling. He was being consumed by his frustrations and anger.


    "My judgement is final. This will be all for today," Ishkar said as he left.


    Slumping down, Samuel gritted his teeth. Each loss only made the sensation worsen, as if to taunt him of his weakness.


    But why?


    No matter how much he fights it, he cannot win. There was simply nothing he could do.


    At that moment, Samael felt the urge to smash himself down over his thoughts. What was he thinking? Yes, this wasn''t like him. Giving up was never in his books.


    Rising up, Samael felt the emotion once more until the sun went down and the cold chill night encompassed him. But like before, no progress was made.


    Unbeknownst to him, multiple shadows had begun to stir in the darkness. Casting their gazes at the towering walls of Servan.


    It has been watching, especially after what had happened in Tera.


    It had sensed it.


    That dreadful feeling of fear and... nothingness.


    It knew what it was very well.


    It cannot stall much longer; it has to act now. And act it will.


    Beyond the understanding of mortals, way beyond the understanding of even gods, multiple creatures awoke as they sensed a disturbance in the space.


    "Wake now, my children."


    Slowly, one eye became two, two became four, and four became eight. One by one, they woke from their deep slumber, forming a sea of crimson gazes.


    They were many.


    A walking disaster.


    A sea of nightmares.


    Destroyer of worlds.


    Yes, they were the spawns of that which stands beyond the Void. Kept at bay but now free to roam and feed as they please.


    They are...


    Abominations.


    And now they shall do their duty, that which they were depraved off.


    As the space began to distort even more, their roars echoed.


    The time was near.

 CH133-Transformations I

    Samuel woke up early, and the usual scenery greeted him. As he ate his food, he was reminded of yesterday''s lessons, prompting him to lower the meat in his hands as he felt his stomach begin to churn again.


    He was reviled, disgusted, and frustrated by his failures. But it was truly odd, for he was never like this before. Although there were some moments like this, it was never this intense.


    Was he being too emotional?


    Releasing a soft sigh, Samuel stood up as he left the camp to begin his training. However, seeing that Ishkar was still busy with Ajax, he decided to sit on the fine sand and meditate.


    Doing so, he realised just how severe this new sensation was and how awful and deeply rooted it is.


    But when did it become like this?


    Was it when I obtained the sovereign''s will? Samael wondered.


    Tapping further into the emotions stirring within him, Samael recoiled as he lay down. It was futile. Attempting to overcome it was a fool''s errand. It was akin to a river, unbending and fierce.


    It seems that whenever he loses, it acts even more violent. Just what does it want from him? At this point, it felt more of a curse than an ability he can use in battle.


    Looking at the golden hue of the morning sun, Samael sighed once more. He was unsure and confused. He did not understand, nor does Ishkar help to make him understand.


    Ishkar said to harness it, to use it to help himself grow even stronger in battle. But he does not tell how.


    No, rather he wants Samael to learn on his own, to discover, and to grow even further.


    But it was hard.


    It had always been hard.


    ***


    When Ishkar finally came for Samael, he had just finished another set of meditation. Noticing the man''s presence, Samael rose up.


    "Meditation, huh?" Ishkar said. "It won''t help."


    "I can see that now," Samael replied in defeat.


    It was true; all his attempts to understand and quell the unrest in his heart had been ineffective. In fact, it worsened it even further.


    "Enough chitchat, and let''s begin," Ishkar said. "The training is the same; we fight until you fall."


    Unsheathing his blade, Samael took the initiative as he delivered a plethora of slashes, all followed by Void cleaves.


    Unfortunately, Ishkar was faster and had observed Samael''s way of combat for some time now. Without much effort, he weaved through the attacks as he delivered a pillar of blood straight at the boy.


    Unable to react at Ishkar''s speed, Samael was thrown away. Recovering fast, he rose up as he attempted to cast when a fist struck him square in the face.


    "You''re troubled," Ishkar said.


    Looking at Ishkar''s approaching figure, Samael grated his teeth. There it was once more. What else can he do? Ishkar was simply stronger and faster. All his attacks have been failing, as if he were that¡ª


    "Weak," Ishkar said as Samael''s figure shook.


    Samael''s ears felt deaf as he watched the man''s figure inch closer and closer, overshadowing him every second that passed.


    Weakness, something he was terribly familiar with.


    All these years, he had fought without stop to gain power that could one day help him when he needed it. But time and time again, he is faced with the reality that he can''t do anything against an opponent stronger than him.


    Yes, Ishkar was stronger, faster, and had more experience. Yes, he is formidable and akin to an unstoppable force.


    But when did his thinking become so twisted that he considered the swift release of surrender?


    Standing before Samael, Ishkar could only shake his head as he raised his arm to deliver the final blow.


    But not this time.


    Ishkar''s eyes widened as Samael shot straight at him, smashing his head against his chin as he was sent a few steps back.


    Looking at the boy, Ishkar''s brows raised, his lips forming a maniacal smile.


    "So you''ve finally taken a step closer to it," Ishkar muttered to himself.


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    Right now, Samael''s fighting spirit glew multiple times brighter than ever. It was roaring, and it was beautiful.


    Without a single word uttered, Samael blasted forward. Seeing this, Ishkar advanced when he was halted in his steps. Shifting his gaze down, he saw multiple chains binding his feet and arms, holding him back.


    Not giving the man a chance, Samael sent his blade forward, throwing the axe at great speed.


    Erupting in a laughing frenzy, Ishkar bit the chains binding his arms, shattering them with his bare teeth before he ripped the rest off.


    Before the blade could even reach him, he snatched it dead on its tracks when his consciousness flickered, prompting him to drop the weapon. As he did, it flew back at Samael''s grasp as the boy landed with a reckoning blow.


    Ishkar shook his head as he pushed off Samael''s slash. Countering fast, he smashed his foot straight down the ground, shattering it and giving Samael no foothold.


    Unable to balance properly, Samael was left in a tight position as Ishkar leaped high in the sky to deliver a heavy blow.


    Seeing this, Samael felt the need to dodge, but his mind was consumed by his anger. Instead, he challenged Ishkar''s authority as he formed shields at his arms.


    Seeing this, Ishkar''s fascination died down. Just what was Samuel doing?!


    Unfortunately, it was too late to stop the attack.


    An ear-shattering explosion ripped through the air as Ishkar''s attack collided with Samael, completely pulverising the ground and all the sand around them. The tremor was so violent even Ajax felt it at their camp.


    Samuel grated his teeth as he felt the shield in his arm give and tear away. Soon, his Void skin gave up as well as his bones began to creak.


    However, he remained steadfast as the emotions burning in his chest screamed at him with all their might, burning ever so brightly for each passing second of his clash with Ishkar.


    As his knees began to buckle and his strength wavered, Samael did not feel a single hint of regret as his consciousness dimmed.


    For once, he felt calm, and the frustration remained silent.


    Then the darkness took him once more.


    ***


    Ishkar dusted himself as he shifted his gaze at Samael''s unconscious body laying on the sand, his clothes torn apart by the force of their collision.


    "What great willpower," Ishkar muttered.


    In all the time he has fought and defeated people, not one, not a single soul has dared face him head-on in a battle of attrition.


    Every single one of them trembled at the thought of facing his wrath; they cowered and avoided him. They were all...


    Weak.


    Yes, although he said Samael was weak, that was far from the truth. If anything, Samael was the strongest person he''s ever encountered, far stronger than him.


    But why?


    Ishkar does not measure one''s strength through their power. No, instead, he judges if they are strong or weak depending on their fighting spirit and will.


    Ishkar believes that a person''s power is but a manifestation of their inner fighting spirit, of their will to stand above others and get to the top.


    And Samael has been the only one to stand there and fight without fear. What he said, he said to make him realize. And that he did.


    But to think he would go this far...


    "You truly surprise me, kid," Ishkar said as he kneeled to take Samael in his arms.


    Now, it was only a matter of time to see how far he''d go. How far this training will take him. And with how much he gave, that much he will also reap.


    Carrying the battered boy back to their camp, Ajax hastily approached the two.


    "What happened?" he asked.


    A smile made its way to Ishkar''s lips. "He has done it. It is now time to wait and see how far he''ll reach."


    Ajax''s brows raised at this revelation. In the last month they''ve been training, he has seen the amount of effort and persistence Samael showed. He knew it was, but it was a matter of time before he got what he desired. But to think it would be this soon is beyond him.


    "What were you guys trying to achieve?" Ajax asked.


    As Ishkar set Samael down, he spoke.


    "You''ll see."


    Rising to his feet, he resumed. "For now, we focus on you."


    "What more must I learn?" Ajax asked.


    His training was simple compared to Samael. He just had to hone his own fighting skills without the aid of his element. A rather simple task.


    "There is one more," Ishkar said. "You may have learnt how to fight, to strike, and to take down your opponent, but you are missing one more thing."


    "What''s that?" Ajax asked.


    "A sturdy body," Ishkar said as he beckoned. "Follow me."


    Unsure of what he meant, Ajax followed the man as they arrived at a sand cave hidden far from the camp. Inside the cave was a single crimson lake.


    "What''s this?" Ajax asked as he looked around.


    "This place my clan calls the "lake" of rebirth," Ishkar said.


    "Lake of rebirth?" Ajax asked as he neared the body of water.


    "This is the last step," Ishkar said.


    "What will I do this time?" Ajax asked.


    "You will bathe in it," Ishkar said.


    "And what will happen?" Ajax followed.


    "Your bones will break and reform, your flesh will tear and regrow. You will be strengthened in pain and hang at the thread separating life and death," Ishkar said. "Will you still do it?"


    Ajax spared him one brief glance before he began to take his armour off. Ishkar could only smirk.


    When Ajax was done, Ishkar finally saw his face. It was not what he expected, but becoming an esteemed warrior nonetheless.


    Without hesitation, Ajax stepped inside the crimson lake, submerging his body slowly but surely without a hint of hesitation.


    The water was viscous, almost as though he was walking in slime and mud. Yet, it bore the scent of iron and was hot to the touch.


    As he delved deeper, the water reached up to his chin as he took one deep breath.


    Then he submerged fully.


    Ishkar applauded Ajax''s bravery. But this was only the beginning, for the real trial is yet to begin.


    Deep in the lake of crimson, it began.


    Ajax''s eyes blasted open as a blinding pain impaled the entirety of his body. He gritted his teeth as the sensation worsened.


    But that was but the beginning.


    And as Ajax thought he''d already experienced the worst of it, it surpassed his expectations.


    His consciousness dimmed as another blinding pain sweeped through him, along with the sensation of his bones being crushed.


    Each passing second, he could feel his bones crack, shatter, and reform. They would stick out of his flesh, impale his skin, and restitch back in place.


    To add more to this torture, the next process began as Ajax''s flesh began to be torn off due to the intense heat. It was like melting meat straight out of the bone before regenerating.


    He wanted to scream in pain. But Ajax simply bit his lips, or what''s left of it, as he steadfastly stood against the currents of change.


    Then he lost his senses, one by one.


    His hearing became impaired as he went deaf.


    His sense of touch numbed.


    His sense of smell withered.


    His sense of taste faded.


    Finally, his vision dimmed before darkening.


    Left with nothing but his thoughts, Ajax was assaulted by his own thoughts and the voices that came with them.


    Seconds became minutes, and soon minutes to hours.


    Yet, for Ajax, it felt like an eternity of agony.


    Watching the crimson lake violently stir, Ishkar knew it had begun.


    Now, he can only wait for the two to finish their transformations. The simple thoughts of what they may have become sent shivers down Ishkar''s spine.


    Oh, just how much stronger can they become?


    He cannot wait for it.

 CH134-Transformations II

    After Samael and Ajax''s absence, Ishkar''s days were nowhere exciting. He fought beasts, trained, and spent the rest of his time by the campfire.


    If he had the urge to do anything, he would ponder about what Samael discovered and how he could possibly learn and pass it on to others.


    However, the same cannot be said for those that are in Servan, for rumours and whispers of foul creatures lying in the dark have been seen lurking arouse the sanctuary, hiding beyond the peripheral of the people.


    Unrest was upon them as the wind felt colder than ever. There was also the off silence and the tension hanging high in the air. Something was up, and they did not know what it was.


    Inside General Luminari''s tent, multiple figures stood around the grand table where multiple documents, pieces of small figurines, and maps lay.


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    Sitting by the topmost seat of the table, a woman came close to Luminari as she laid down multiple papers.


    "These are the agenda''s for today, sir," the woman said.


    Recently, all of the sanctuaries did a cleaning of their officers following Tera''s betrayal. It turns out the ministry had their roots deeper in the organisations they believed were safe.


    "Thank you, Ashe," Luminari said as he took the papers. After some time, he cleared his throat. "Let us begin the meeting."


    Soon, the silent tent was engulfed in the combined voices of the officials. Most of the topics in the agenda today were fairly simple.


    Some were about weapons and the new arsenal of weaponry that had just arrived. It seems the Mellaguns had begun to construct improved machines after recovering their lost blueprints.


    With that said, the war efforts have significantly improved as the new armaments held great firepower, increasing the ranks of the beasts they could kill without the help of awakened soldiers.


    Other agendas were about the construction of strongholds in said liberated areas and discussion about the distribution of rations. These past few months, the flow of resources has become more stable as Tera has finally resumed operations.


    Thinking about it, most of the things that are doing well are because of Ajax and Samael. Luminari shook his head. He should really come by and thank them sometimes.


    As the meeting began to deepen, more serious matters were discussed, including the efforts of their medics and healers in solving rising plagues and diseases.


    When the meeting had begun to end, Commander Jones, the leader of the intelligence department, rose up, luring everyone''s attention.


    "Would you like to say anything, Commander Jones?" Luminari asked, his brows furrowed.


    Jones remained silent for a moment, sweat trailing down his forehead. Noticing this, Luminari''s frown deepened.


    "Jones?" he asked.


    Hearing the general call unto him, Jones flinched as he broke from his stupor. "S-sir."


    "Is something wrong?" Luminari asked.


    "Well, the thing is..." Jones muttered.


    "It''s okay, Jones; you can tell us," Luminari said.


    Jones nodded as he spoke. "Recently, a few days ago, my scouts stumbled upon a peculiar situation... I cannot explain it clearly, so I called upon the captain of the second regiment scouts here. May I, sir?"


    Luminari nodded. "Go ahead."


    With his approval, a man went in. "Sir!" He said as he saluted.


    "At ease, captain Ramon," Jones said. "Captain, please give us a detailed explanation of what you guys saw."


    Ramon gave a brief nod.


    "Roughly four days ago, me and my squad were out beyond the wall, exploring some of the dead lands we have yet to set foot in," he said as he swallowed hard. "However, upon arriving there, we noticed something amiss. Typically, we would run by a few monsters on the way; this is even more so when we arrive at the dead lands."


    "And?" Luminari asked upon noticing the captain''s silence.


    "But we didn''t," Ramon said.


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    "Explain yourself," Luminari asked as he leaned closer. By now, all of the leaders were focused on the captain.


    "Upon arriving at the dead zone, there was nothing but silence. There were no winged beasts nor any land creatures," he said. "Unsure of what is happening, me and my soldiers did a few rounds around the dead zone, but even then there was simply... nothing."


    "Can you mark it on this map?" Luminari asked as Ramon went closer to circle a plot of land beyond the wall.


    "Strange..." Commander Prius muttered.


    "What is sir Prius?" Commander Cerian asked.


    "Well, that plot of land is near hostile grounds. I should know because most of the expenses are directed there.


    "He is not wrong," Jones chimed in. "According to our intelligence, that place should be swarming."


    "But it''s not," Ramon said, silencing everyone. "It was barren, devoid of beasts... and worse of all, it was stale."


    "Stale?" Luminari asked.


    "There were no sounds, sir, nor any signs of hunting in the vicinity, as if the beasts were avoiding disturbing the land," Ramon said.


    "That is strange indeed," Luminari muttered under his breath. "Have you taken precautions?"


    "Yes, we have, sir," Jones said. "And this phenomenon has also occurred in other dead lands near us."


    Everyone fell silent as the tension skyrocketed.


    "Sir, if I may?" Ramon asked.


    "Go on, soldier," Luminari said.


    "I believe this could have some form of connection with the unrest in the camp," Ramon said.


    "Elaborate," Luminari said.


    "There have been whispers and rumours of shadows lurking beyond our sights. Not only that, but people have been complaining of the cold and the odd tension in the air," he answered.


    "I don''t see how that connects to us," Luminari said.


    "No, no, I think he''s unto something," Gerald, the head doctor, said as he sprung up.


    Coming closer to the table, he laid a series of documents, each pertaining to patients and what seemed to be rifts.


    "What is going on, Gerald?" Luminari asked.


    "Recently, right about the time they discovered this odd phenomenon, there has been an increase in patients suffering from body deterioration," he said. "Now the symptoms for body deterioration are like those of a common cold, but it affects those that are awakened, and if not treated, can escalate to far worse effects."


    Pushing forward the rifts and documents pertaining to it, he resumed.


    "I''ve been doing research regarding rifts for some time now and can''t help but notice something about it," Gerald said. "On the first few years of their discoveries, people of that time have kept a few records of the events that have led to this... but what piqued my interest are the descriptions they provided."


    Taking the paper he handed out, Luminari read out loud. "Upon discovery of the portals, many people were puzzled regarding their purposes. However, it did not take long before we discovered that these are pathways beasts from who knows where use to invade us."


    Looking at Gerald, the doctor nodded. "Focus on the next passages."


    "These rifts appeared out of nowhere. We did not know what are the prerequisites for one to open nor when they open. They just did. However, one of the survivors of the rifts opening, sergeant Kushkar, spoke of experiencing an odd chill in the air along with the disturbing movements of animals in the areas," Luminari read as his brows began to furrow.


    "He said the animals had become silent and began to avoid the said area. It wasn''t until it was too late that he noticed that the area had become barren. It was as though a predator had overtaken that place and marked it as its own territory," Luminari read. "Don''t tell me..."


    "Yes, I believe what the survivor experienced is connected to our current predicament," Gerald said. "I believe that the main cause for body deterioration is exposure to rifts."


    "But that doesn''t make sense," Jones said. "What about before? We never experienced body deterioration. I thought it was due to fatigue and harsh conditions."


    "That''s where my theory comes in," Gerald said. "I believe that prolonged exposure to rifts can cause body deterioration. As for why? I do not know... yet. As for why it hasn''t affected us yet, I hypothesise that it has something to do with the distance of the rifts."


    "Are you saying there are rifts near us?" Luminari asked.


    "That cannot be! Me and my scouts have made sure to keep an eye out for rifts, and there have been no movements yet," Jones said.


    With that, Gerald fell silent.


    "We cannot rely on theories alone," Jones said.


    "Jones is right, we cannot act upon a theory. But just in case, strengthen our walls and increase the numbers of soldiers on duty along with the plantations of new armaments," Luminari said. "If I''ve learnt anything in my time as the general, anything out of place is a sign of impending danger."


    "Yes, sir," everyone said in unison as they began to pack up their things.


    "I stand firm on my theory, Luminari," Gerald said. "I truly believe there are rifts near us, and we aren''t even aware of them."


    "I trust you too, Gerald. I''ve worked with you enough to know the strength of your theories. However, these men cannot rely upon a mere theory alone. They need proof," Luminari said.


    "I know," Gerald said as a sigh escaped his lips.


    Moving towards Jones, Luminari spoke. "Commander."


    "Sir?" Jones asked.


    "I''m troubled by these dead zones. Please guide your men and learn more about this phenomenon," Luminari said.


    "I understand, sir," Jones said.


    Shifting his gaze at the brave scout captain, Luminari asked. "What''s your name, soldier?"


    "Ramon general!" Ramon answered.


    "No surname?" Luminari asked, his brows raised.


    "Yes, sir!" Ramon answered.


    It wasn''t that Luminari didn''t believe commoners could strike it big, but there weren''t many occurrences where a peasant has become a captain of a regiment.


    "Where did you study? Did you perhaps enter a school?" Luminari asked.


    "No, sir! I was taught by a single man," Ramon answered.


    "Oh ho... May I ask, are there more of you young talents in my camp?" Luminari enquired.


    Ramon fell silent.


    Noticing this, Luminari took back his question. "It''s okay if you don''t wish to walk about it."


    "No, sir, it''s okay," Ramon said. "There aren''t many, sir. We were once big in number, but after the events following the final battle with the imgrave wolves assaulting Tera, there aren''t many of us left."


    "Imgrave wolves?" Luminari asked in surprise. "May I ask who your master is?" He asked, an idea forming in his head.


    "Yes, sir!" Ramon said.


    "We were trained by the Grim Hound. A prodigy scout named Samael!" Ramon said.


    Luminari''s brows rose up. Now it makes sense. To think that Samael once again helped them is making him feel bad for not rewarding him.


    "Thank you for answering honestly, soldier. You may go now," Luminari said.


    "Samael is really something, sir," Jones said as they watched Ramon leave. "He has done so much for us even though he didn''t help us directly."


    "That I agree with Jones," Luminari said. "Where does Icarius pick these kids up?"


    "One can only wonder, sir; one can only wonder," Jones said.

 CH135-Transformations III

    Days after their training began, Ishkar went on once again to check upon his pupils. As such, he went on and traversed the sandy landscape and arrived by the crimson lake. By now, it had been six days, and nearly a week has passed since the two went on their own paths.


    Arriving by the lake, Ishkar watched the crimson waters. It was still and calm now, contrary to its situation days ago. If he knew anything, he knew that Ajax''s training was nearly done.


    It was quite the miracle. In their clan, this process was exempt for people of higher standings. Not only that, but those people also take months to emerge out, or sometimes never.


    But it seems Ajax was about to make history.


    As for Samael, well, Ishkar still has no idea of the boy''s condition. Samael was as still as a sleeping person and has made no noticeable changes.


    Ever since he slept, he has been sleeping without end. He has barely moved in his absence, and this does worry Ishkar a little.


    After waiting a few more minutes by the Crimson Lake, Ishkar rose to his feet as he began to walk towards the exit.


    But then his feet halted as his ears flinched.


    There was a small sound. A small stir in the calm lake of crimson.


    Turning to look at it, he saw nothing but the same scenery as earlier. It was like looking at a mirror of blood.


    Shaking his head, Ishkar resumed his exit.


    Swish...


    Ishkar took a sharp turn as he jerked his head towards the lake. This time, he was sure he heard something.


    Approaching the crimson lake with hastened steps, Ishkar intently watched the undisturbed lake with great focus.


    And there it was.


    Ishkar''s eyes widened as the lake trembled for a brief second. It''s still surface rippling under the tremors before returning to its previous state.


    A minute after that, it happened once more, this time stronger than before, as the grains of sand in the ground shook.


    Then again, and again and again, it occurred. It''s interval shortening each passing second it happened. Before long, Ishkar released a maniacal laugh as he watched the surface of the lake.


    It was time. Unbelievable? Yes, but there was no doubt he''s finished.


    Laughing like a frantic maniac, the lake resumed its quakes as each interval became seconds apart.


    Then it occurred.


    The entire lake shook violently as sand and dust fell down from the walls. The cavern creaked and the flames of the torches dwindled as the great lake of crimson began to stir.


    It''s surface appeared as though it was boiling as it swirled like a hurricane, fierce and unforgiving.


    Then everything stopped.


    The tremors vanished; the turmoil in the lake was gone.


    Watching this with great focus, Ishkar spoke. "Come and rise up, Ajax; it''s time to see your progress."


    As he did, the blood-red waters rose up ever so slowly, causing a great disturbance as it rippled far.


    As that crimson water began to fall down, Ajax''s figure can be seen emerging from its grasps.


    As Ajax strode forward, his eyes shifted towards Ishkar, and for a moment, it looked as though it was blazing red.


    Stepping out of the lake, Ajax''s skin billowed steam, filling the cave with heat.


    "Welcome back, Ajax," Ishkar said as he stood before the man. "Not bad, huh?"


    Looking at the lake, Ajax saw his reflection. "Not bad."


    His body had gone through a through a severe transformation. He was now taller, and his stance was far more sturdier than before. His skin became full of life, along with his dark hair. Now, each part of his being was filled with muscles, and his eyesight had improved.


    Within the embrace of the lake, Ajax endured the most agonising moments of his life. He felt his bones break, his skin burn, and his flesh gnawed off by the unforgiving waters.


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    But he persisted. He would be lying if he said he did not consider giving up a few times when it felt as though it was too much to bear. But he persisted and stood steadfast against the currents of change, and now here he is, stronger than ever.


    "Now then, are you ready to face your first challenge?" Ishkar asked.


    Shooting a look over his shoulders, Ajax asked. "Where''s my armour?"


    ***


    Footsteps echoed in the air as Samael walked forward without stopping. He did not know where he was or where he was going.


    The place was dark. It was truly the first time he experienced darkness in a long, long time. This veil of Void... He cannot see through.


    Yet he did not feel threatened or afraid of it. In fact, he felt nothing. He felt... devoid of emotions. So he wandered.


    He walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.


    And walked even more.


    He has been walking for so long that he has lost his perception of time. This place... It was vast beyond his comprehension.


    He did not know what direction he was heading in or where his final destination would be. But nevertheless, he kept going.


    What made him keep going? He did know either.


    Just what was this place?


    It was familiar yet mystical. It was cold yet warm.


    But he will keep walking.


    So he did.


    Each step he took changed nothing. Yes, what he did was meaningless. Did anything even have meaning at this point?


    He did not remember anything from before he got here. Only the darkness accompanied him.


    What did the light look like?


    What did the wind feel like?


    What did the sound of rushing waters feel like?


    He has forgotten.


    It felt as though aeons have passed. Yet not a second had gone. It was odd.


    So he kept going once more.


    Walk, walk, walk, walk more, and walk more.


    Sleep, fatigue, boredom, and loneliness felt... unimportant.


    What was he doing again?


    Oh yes, walk.


    Walk again.


    Thousands of steps yet no clear objective. Did he have any reasons why he walks?


    Come to think of it... It felt like he was looking for something. But what was it?


    Ah yes, walk again.


    Each step he took felt closer than the last. Each step he took made the darkness feel lighter. Each step he took felt stronger than the last.


    What was he looking for again?


    Was it an object?


    A person?


    Whatever it was, he can''t remember it.


    Time to walk more.


    Walk and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk. Endlessly, without stop, without rest.


    However, this time he felt odd. As if someone were watching him.


    He doesn''t feel like walking anymore.


    So he stopped.


    Samael''s eyes twitched as it gained a sense of clarity. Yes, he wasn''t stopping because he felt it but because he had arrived.


    He was where he needed to be.


    Turning around, a figure can be seen across him. It was the same man bound in chains. It was him. His fighting spirit.


    It stared at him, unblinking. It had no real form like before, and the chains around its skin were binding it down.


    "Hello," Samael said, his voice echoing throughout the entirety of the endless abyss. "I''m guessing I passed your test."


    The figure remained silent for a long while before a voice answered back.


    "Yes."


    "Was it necessary?" Samael asked as he sat down, levelling with the figure.


    "It was."


    "Is it now?" Samael asked.


    "I needed to know if you were strong enough. But our last encounter, you had some help."


    "I don''t think so," Samael replied.


    "Why is that?" The figure asked.


    A small smile formed on Samael''s lips. "Because you and I and the Void are one."


    The figure remained silent. But somehow, Samael can feel it was satisfied with his answer.


    "Yes, you are right."


    "But was it necessary to remove my memories and beliefs?" Samuel enquired.


    "It was... the only way to see if your will was more than a belief."


    "I see," Samael replied. "So what now?"


    "I suppose¡ª"


    "Wait, I want to talk for a while," Samael interrupted.


    "About what?" The figure asked.


    "I know you''re bound to protect me. But aren''t you lonely?" Samael asked. "It''s empty here."


    The figure remained silent once more before replying. "Are you lonely?"


    "No," Samael answered.


    "Then I am not," the figure said in return. "I''ve said it, haven''t I? Me, you, and I, we are all one. The only reason we can talk is because you''re not strong enough to remove these chains."


    "So in the end, I''m the problem, huh?" Samael muttered.


    "No, you''re Samael. You''re the important part," the figure said. "Without you, we won''t be here."


    "But where is he?" Samuel asked.


    "You know," the figure spoke.


    "Yeah," Samael replied.


    "Why do you wish to know?" Another voice asked as a entity made of darkness emerged from the depths.


    "Nothing. It just felt wrong without you here," Samael said.


    "I''m always here," The Void said.


    "I know," Samuel said as he smiled.


    "But aren''t the Void and I already merged? Why can I talk to him?" Samael asked.


    "While you and the Void are indeed one¡ªlike us, the Void isn''t just another part of you. It''s sentient, and it has a mind of its own. You can think of it as another personality you possess," the figure answered.


    "Oh well, let''s get this over with. I''m pretty sure they''re waiting for me," Samael said as he rose up when he remembered one thing. "Wait, who''s the other voice I hear at times?"


    "Oh that? That''s me... another part of me. I''m fairly sure you''ve encountered him several times with Ishkar," the figure replied.


    "Why is it so complicated?" Samael asked.


    "Don''t worry, a time will come when me, him, the Void, and you will finally be whole," the figure answered. "That time is near. I can feel it."


    "That feels lonely," Samael answered. "It feels like you''ll die. I''m not fond of death."


    "It''s not; we''ll always be here, with you," the figure said. "Besides, being one is our biggest mission."


    "Alright," Samael said as he approached the figure. The Void did the same as the sea of darkness began to devour them.


    In that serene darkness, the figure asked.


    "Why are you so persistent? You could have stopped. This is your home after all."


    A smile formed on Samael''s lips. "Would you have stopped?"


    The figure fell silent. Yet, before the darkness devoured them, the figure asked once more.


    "Why do you keep going?"


    As Samael''s consciousness began to drift, he answered one final time.


    "I don''t know why."


    Seeing this, the figure smiled as its appearance morphed to that of Samael.


    "Somehow that answer suits us."


    Samael chuckled. "Yes, yes, it does."

 CH136-Transformations (Final)

    Ajax stood quietly as the sand before him began to tremble. Little by little, it rose up as a figure emerged from deep below.


    Unsheathing his swords, Ajax circled with the beast as the two went on a standoff. But this time, the beast was far more wary than before. It could sense something was different. Way different.


    Ajax, even without the help of his element, remained calm. It''s not that he wasn''t afraid of what might happen or worried over their difference in strength and ranks; it''s that he simply felt confident in his newfound power.


    He did not endure that agony to cower in fear. No, he will not.


    After some time watching each other, the beast finally made its move as it''s jaws flew wide open, revealing a row of razor sharp teeths. But as it did, it began to glow along with it''s neck.


    Sensing the danger it posed, Ajax wasted no time. But instead of preparing to dodge, he went forward, charging head-on as a flame-like burst of blue energy escaped the beast''s maws.


    But to the beast''s surprise, Ajax nimbly manoeuvred around the attack as he slashed with both his blades.


    Realising the immediate threat it was in, the beast abruptly ended its stream of attack as it raised its arms to defend itself from the swords.


    Unfortunately, it underestimated Ajax''s new strength.


    The beast''s eyes widened as the blades shattered its scale like armour, while the sword went on its path unhindered, piercing its forearms and cutting through the flesh beneath.


    Without wasting another second, the beast jumped back, disengaging fast as a loud screech escaped its lips; it''s greenish blood staining the sand.


    But Ajax wasn''t done as he blasted forward with one forceful step, sending a dust cloud back as he threw one of his weapons.


    Seeing the incoming projectile, the creature''s throat bubbled as an ear-shattering scream blasted from its mouth, sending a shockwave outwards and deflecting the weapon.


    But that wasn''t Ajax''s intention.


    With its attention focused on the weapon, it failed to notice Ajax''s advance as the Saint closed the gap with ease.


    Without holding back, Ajax sent a high kick towards the creature, his shin smashed against the jaw of the beast and smashing its scales into pieces.


    As the beast recoiled to the side, Ajax pivoted his foot as he raised his other foot high in the air before bringing it down with reckoning fury.


    Unable to dodge, the beast could only block with its arms as the foot of the man shattered it''s bones before his sole dug to its face, sending him down once more.


    With the sheer impact of the kick, a small dust cloud rose in the sky, blocking the view.


    Attempting to take advantage of this, the beast hastily charged another beam as it fired at Ajax without remorse. But Ajax was faster as he grabbed the beast by the chin before pointing its face upwards.


    Ishkar''s laugh intensified as the dust cloud was blown away by the steam of blue energy coming from the beast.


    With it''s arms broken, the beast could only wiggle in desperation to escape the man''s clutches.


    It was time to end this fight.


    Ajax slammed his knee on the beast''s neck with enough force to shatter its throat. As the stream of energy collapsed, he did not hesitate as he reached out, grabbing the beast''s tongue and pulling with all his might, taking out its spine with it.


    Letting go of the abomination, it dropped down with a loud thud as it''s blood poured out into the golden sand, staining it with its filth.


    "Great fucking job!" Ishkar praised. He couldn''t have done it better. It was truly a sight to behold.


    "I guess this fight was fairly easy for you, huh?" Ishkar asked.


    "It was enough to know my current level," Ajax said as he looked at his stained hand.


    "Well, if you''re done, we need to head back. I sense your disciple has begun to wake," Ishkar said as he marched back.


    ***


    When Samael left his innate world, he was left floating in darkness for a while before he began to feel himself waking up. It wasn''t a violent awakening or anything; in fact, it was calm.


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    Under the glow of the morning sun, Samael opened his eyes as he blinks a couple of times.


    Sitting straight up, he swept his gaze around the camp before staring off into the distance. As he did, he cannot help but notice how different he felt.


    He felt... free and clear. It was almost as if all his burdens had been lifted from his shoulders and everything makes sense now. It was as if his worries were never there. He simply felt a sense of clarity unlike anything before.


    Yes, they have merged. Or rather, he finally accepted himself.


    Although he denied it before, that sensation he felt when fighting Ishkar was not an external influence but rather his spirit that is unwilling to lose. He was so blinded by his objectives and missions that he forgot the very things that mattered most.


    Now, he has accepted his spirit and now he and him are finally one.


    But it did bring a sense of loneliness to him for it felt as though it had gone. But now that the deed is done, Samael can feel it''s presence deep within him. In the end, they were one.


    This unity gave Samael a sense of serene calm and confidence in himself. Now, he knows what he truly feels and what the emotions he fought so hard against meant. Now, he had no more doubts and the road he is tackling is clear.


    It''s not as though they were separated. No, it was simply that his soul had been protecting him from it''s influence and power.


    But what does that mean?


    Samael''s soul is a vagabond. As such, it wields tremendous power, and that is why it is sealed. With the intent of protecting itself and its only host, it refrained from fully synchronising with Samael to avoid him being overloaded.


    But now? Now he was strong enough, and he proved that by surpassing the trial his soul had given him. He was now capable of handling at least its current form and its burdens.


    But with such power came the truth.


    Truth that he never knew before.


    Now Samael knows that something out there is after him, or rather, the Void within him. That''s why his soul has remained hidden and protected by the abyss.


    Not only that, but upon delving into his inner world, he can now see the same chains his soul was bound with stuck on the walls all leading up to him.


    So this was the burden he had to endure.


    Samael now knows that to access the full potential of his soul, he must shatter these chains, one by one.


    Much like collecting the shattered fragments of the Void, unlocking these chains will give him power that can stand toe to toe with what the fragments can give him.


    And at last, he could feel a myriad of emotions. Anger, sadness, care, love and... accomplishment. Accomplishment that his soul had finally gone back to the only place it can call home.


    Now, it was up to him to take on the mantle and shoulder the responsibilities. It was time for him to finally grow stronger than ever.


    "Samael?" A voice called out. It was Ishkar.


    Shifting his gaze towards the two, they halted their steps as they felt a shiver run down their spines.


    They knew it; something had changed. Something in Samuel had begun to change. He felt... free and clear. He felt... unbound.


    Not only that, but his eyes were bright like the sun in the sky, carrying a sense of profoundness Ishkar has never seen before.


    Just what had he achieved?


    "You''re awake," Ajax said.


    "Yes, yes, I am..." Samael muttered as he stared off into the distance once more.


    Slowly rising to his feet, he dusted himself. "And I am ready for my final task."


    Hearing this, Ishkar''s lips curled to a maniacal smirk, his expression full of anticipation and the thirst for combat.


    He could feel it; fighting him now would benefit not only the boy but him too.


    "Then come, boy, time to see if you really meant that," Ishkar said.


    "Right here?" Ajax asked as he slowly backed away.


    "Right here," Ishkar said as he slammed both his fists, forming a gauntlet made of blood.


    Without fear or pressure in his eyes, Samael grabbed Crimson Raven''s hilt as he unsheathed the axe.


    Ishkar laughed as he roared. "Come bo¡ª"


    "Void Cleave."


    Ishkar''s eyes widened as he narrowly avoided Samael''s cleave, forcing him to sidestep. However, he had no time to relax as Samael appeared inches from his face, his axe coming down with destructive force.


    Ishkar, nimble that he is, dove fast before evading to the side, his foot blasting towards the boy in return.


    But Samael''s figure exploded into a flock of ravens before forming behind the man as he slashed down again.


    Ishkar laughed crazily as he shot a blast of blood forward, sending himself back and avoiding the attack, but to no avail as multiple hover blades chased after him.


    "Shit boy!" Ishkar roared as he kept moving back while deflecting the daggers.


    Not giving him a chance to recover, Samael spoke. "Abyss spikes."


    Before Ishkar could even initiate his next move, his focus was once again diverted to the sea of dark spikes hurling his way.


    In response, he cast.


    "Blood sea."


    Slamming his foot down, a wave of crimson spread outward like a plague as it devoured the spikes before hardening and halting them.


    But Samael was yet again after him as Samael''s voice echoed again.


    "Needle rain."


    Ishkar smiled wisely. Although he was able to somehow still combat it, the effects of Samael''s sovereign will were prominent. He could feel his judgement and actions face blockades and doubts.


    This was a very dangerous ability.


    Not thinking twice anymore, Ishkar weaved and danced through the rain of needles, avoiding them one by one as he closed the gap.


    In response, Samael blasted forward, his heart beating fast.


    He felt ecstatic in combat. He felt energised, and he felt the urge to dominate. Fighting had never been so fun until now.


    "Null thrust."


    "Blood judgement."


    For a moment, time seemed to have stopped as blood particles rose high in the air, forming a large hammer that descended with great speed.


    On the other hand, Samael''s hand glowed purple as Void matter converged in one spot, forming a spear-like image as he faced the incoming attack.


    As the two collided, a blinding light engulfed the entire camp as tremors shook the entirety of the surrounding dessert, even making it towards the camp.


    Then it came.


    An ear-shattering explosion erupted as Blood met Void. The explosion was so vast that the entire camp, along with the abominations close enough, were blown to shreds like dust carried by the wind.


    With it came harrowing shockwaves that were felt throughout the sanctuary, raising concerns.


    Ajax, who stood close, had no choice but to shield himself from the damage done by their clash.


    As the dust settled, only Ishkar stood in the midst of the destruction, with Samael''s unconscious body standing together with him, unwilling to yield.


    "Good job, boy, you have passed," Ishkar said as he catched Samael''s body.


    "You passed with flying colours," he resumed as he looked at the wound in his arm.

 CH137-Grand Party

    Samael''s fight with Ishkar settled the emotions running amok in his heart along with the frustrations and anger he felt. After waking up, he was able to finally see the changes that had occurred in him after his merge with his soul.


    Apparently, the Codex calls it unity of the soul and body. It was in fact another obstacle in his path of growth, as having a soul that is not aligned with your body naturally impedes growth speed.


    To clarify further into the effects of this bonding, Samael has now gained mental clarity that he has never experienced before. It was as though he was walking in a field filled with dense fog, and that is gone now.


    He can make decisions twice, if not three, as fast as before. This was a great blessing considering decision-making speed was a large factor in combat.


    Another effect aside from growth speed and mental clarity is that Samael feels a stronger sense of control of his actions and bodily movements. It was also another weird change. If he were to compare it, it was as if a form of delay in his actions was present before, but now that delay is gone.


    He can also feel his bond with the Void stronger than ever. Something he never thought would get any better, but it seems he was mistaken.


    After his fight with Ishkar, his idea was proven that with his bond increasing, the purity and control of his Void element had also skyrocketed. In fact, it was also present within the Codex.


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    Tier 6 Mark 5


    Control: Tier 6 Mark 5


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    It seems his mastery of the Void element, or to be precise, his control of it, jumped a literal mark. It was a large jump too. Of course, this also means that he must have gained a plethora of new skills, right?


    No, he did not, but rather, the codex introduced yet another new function.


    Skill upgrades.


    Some of his older abilities, which he doesn''t use as much, have been upgraded, making them more versatile and useful in combat.


    Namely, these abilities are hover blades, which had an increase in the amount of daggers he can conjure and how freely he can use them, followed by Void fire, which became Void pulse as well.


    Apparently, he can now switch modes with it. Before, Void Fire was only a ranged ability that focused on area of attack damage, but now it has a second variant called Void Pulse, which is focused on low fire rate but high penetration attacks. This same concept applies for another skill he had, Void Claw.


    Void Claw has a second mode called Void Armament. Although it is similar to his Void augmentation, it was different in its own way.


    Void augmentation is mainly focused on enhancing the part he desires. But Void armament focused on the weapon specifically. Aside from enhancing durability and sharpness, it also enhanced the skills of Crimson Raven and even added a corrosion effect on the blade. Unfortunately, he cannot use both claw and armour at the same time.


    The last upgrade is on his ability Void latch, which made it so that he can now solidify the latches, completely immobilising the enemy.


    But that wasn''t the end of the pleasant surprises. He also got this.


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    Name: Samael


    Title: [Loved by the Void]...[+]


    Species: Void Spawn [+]


    Affinity: Void [+]


    Rank: Enlightened II


    Condition: Good, Healthy


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    STR: 126,998


    SPD/AGI: 127,999


    CONSTITUTION: 129,8887


    SPIRIT: 301,266


    CHARM: 501


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    This freak of a jump in stats. Mainly, his spirit. It seems that the unification of his body and soul threw the charts off the roof. From 100,000 thousand to 300,000. A whopping 200k in stats jump.


    Although the spirit stats may seem quite useless as they show the strength of a person''s mentality and will, that is far from the truth.


    This stat represents his ability to keep fighting no matter the odds. It shows his capability to resist mental attacks and keep going forward.


    The rest of his stats finally broke through the barrier and all reached the six digits. Meaning, he did get stronger.


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    Technically, by normal human standards, he should be classified as a saint now, seeing he is already in the triple digits. But, with the effects of the second shard of the shattered Void, he is still enlightened. He must still reach 300k+ in terms of stats to officially be labelled by the system as one.


    But there was still one more. A new skill he made with the help of his enlightenment.


    He made the skill by incorporating another skill. This in turn unlocked another function called derived skills.


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    -Rapidly throw a flurry of slashes in close proximity. Each slash will be enhanced by a Void Cleave that will expand outwards in a dome-like area.


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    Derived skills are when you use an ability to form another ability. Basically, in order to use Dome Cleave, Samael needs the assistance of his skill Void Cleave.


    "Well, that marks the end of my training for you two," Ishkar said. "I''ve taught you what you needed to know most. The rest is up to you."


    "So does this mean we''ll go to the next location?" Samael asked.


    "That is the plan," Ishkar said.


    Seeing this, Ajax and Samael exchanged glances as they nodded in unison. It seems their training here has finally met its conclusion.


    It almost felt as though they''ve only been here a week, and yet two months have gone by. Or at least, nearly two months.


    Samael supposes Ishkar did mean it when he said he only needed a week to finish. It was a wild ride but full of results.


    Now, it was time to¡ª


    "Well, shit," Ishkar said.


    Samael and Ajax shot a look at the man, their brows raised.


    Ishkar stood there, holding a single stone similar to what Icarius often carries. A communication device.


    "Looks like we have a grand party at the base. Your departure will have to wait a while," Ishkar said.


    "Grand party?" Ajax asked.


    "Yes, the camp is under heavy attack from abominations," Ishkar said.


    "Well, shit," Ajax and Samael muttered.


    ***


    A few hours earlier.


    "General! General!" A man screamed as he sprinted across the camp, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat.


    Blasting through the tent doors, he plummeted down the ground, causing everyone inside to bolt up.


    "Soldier, what the hell is going on here?" one of the men screamed, his face red in fury. "Get him up, you fools!"


    The guards swiftly went in as they helped the man recover from his fall.


    "General! It is true, sir! The dead zones they¡ª" The man rambled.


    "Calm down, soldier," Luminari said as he went closer, holding the man by the shoulder. "Speak calmly. What happened in the dead zone?"


    Taking a couple deep breaths, the man resumed. "What Sir Gerald said is true! The dead zones! They''re a gathering for portals!"


    "I knew it!" Gerald roared.


    "Not now, Gerald," Luminari said. "Gathering for portals? Are you saying there are new rifts there?"


    "Yes, sir! The scout party led by Ramon had taken heavy casualties from the sudden appearance of the portals, sir! They can''t hold on much longer! I ran here after they bought me some time," the soldier said.


    Judging by the blood on his clothes and the shattered parts of his armour, it seems the situation was really dire.


    "How many enemies are there?" Luminari asked as he shot a silent look at the people inside.


    Noticing his gaze, they nodded as they began to move in unison, instructing their men with the next moves.


    "I don''t know, sir; they just kept on pouring out¡ªthere was no end to them no matter how many we killed." The soldier stuttered.


    "I see," Luminari said before he beckoned the guards. "Get this man to the medical bay."


    Turning to the people inside the tent, he resumed. "Prepare the warriors and prepare a rescue party this instant! I want all able-bodied fighters up on that wall and ready to kill! Strengthen our barriers! I want those ballistas up and running."


    Turning to the squadron leaders, he spoke. "Get your squads ready for combat and get our men out of that hell hole. I trust you guys will be able to do this."


    "Yes, sir!" The soldiers said in unison as they ran out of the tent to sound the alarms.


    "Move!" Luminari roared as everyone scattered. However, he swiftly held Gerald by the arm. "We need to talk."


    "I can see that," Gerald said.


    "Tell me all you know about these portals. And I mean everything, every theory, guess, and information relevant to this catastrophe," Luminari said.


    "This is about to sound insane," Gerald said.


    "I''m ready for crazy," Luminari said.


    ***


    Back to the present.


    Multiple ballistas shot across the blue sky as dozens more armed weapons fired in unison, sending arrows, steel, and flames unto the sea of beasts swarming the wall.


    The beasts were unlike anything they''ve seen before; it''s as though they''ve lost their minds and are simply throwing their lives to dent their defences.


    Screams and grunts thundered in the air as the soldiers ran all around the field, carrying ammo and wounded soldiers.


    In its midst, Luminari stood wearing his silver and gold armour, a long spear with a golden tip hanging in his back.


    Things were not going well. They were vastly unprepared for an attack of this scale. He has not seen such forces since his first deployment here. Just what was happening?


    They have not received reports from the squads sent to retrieve Ramon and the rest; it was safe to assume they were all dead. It seems the soldier they sent wasn''t exaggerating when he said there was no end to them.


    As the ballistas continued to mow down the beasts, more would simply replace their place. Not only that, but they were stronger than the last. And this was a very familiar thing to him.


    Just like in Tera. Was there a fell flower hidden somewhere?


    Currently, the wall had sustained some heavy damage from the continuous flow of beasts mindlessly ramming themselves to it.


    Seeing an approaching winged beast, Luminari''s jaw clenched as nerves bulged out of his forehead.


    Taking up his spear, light began to envelope its tip as he took stance.


    "Bright piercer."


    Throwing the spear forward, it breezed through the air like a burst of light from the heavens, easily tearing a hole through the creature as it fell straight down the ground.


    Stopping midair, the spear returned back at Luminari''s hands as he roared.


    "JUST WHERE IS THAT BRUTE?!"


    "HAHAHAH! MISS ME?!" A voice roared in reply.


    "You beast! Do your job!" Luminari fired back.


    From the distance, a figure came hauling from the sky, akin to a meteor crashing down the earth.


    Soon, an explosion shook the earth as shockwaves swept everything near him.


    "Come at me," Ishkar said, a maniacal present in his face.


    A sigh escaped Luminari''s lips.


    "I''m too old for this."

 CH138-A way to make things right

    Ishkar slammed both his fists as a gauntlet of red formed in his hands, his eyes focused on the enemy before him.


    Where they came from, he did not care. What he did care for was to slaughter them.


    Closing his eyes, Ishkar took a deep breath. As the beasts began to close in, their claws and their jaws wide open, he exhaled.


    "Blood Glaciers."


    Before the monsters could react, they were blown away like sand under the wind as their blood crystallised, forming large, solidified spikes of crimson towering high in the air.


    It was time.


    Opening his eyes, Ishkar''s figure blurred before multiple shockwaves shook the earth.


    Breezing through the wind, his fist was akin to arrows as he blew through multiple abominations within a second, painting the sand red.


    Whenever the beasts heard an explosion, it only signified their incoming death.


    Ishkar was like an unstoppable force.


    But they were many in number.


    Without budging in fear, Ishkar knew they were different. These were nothing but mindless puppets. Emotional monsters who were there for one purpose.


    To destroy.


    And Ishkar stood before that objective. So they must rid him.


    With one mighty leap, Ishkar shattered the earth, forcing it to submerge as hundreds of abominations sank with it. With the force of his jump, he flew hundreds of meters in the air, enough to see the sea of abominations swarming Servan.


    Charging his fists back, he cast.


    "Crimson Rain."


    For a moment, time seemed to slow down as Ishkar threw one punch. Then another, then followed by more. Before long, his punches were so fast it left afterimages in their wake.


    But the true danger lied on those in its path.


    Each punch sent out a fist made of blood, solidifying and smashing against the endless sea of enemies, pulverising them and turning them to mists.


    "ARGHHHH!!!" Ishkar roared as he kept punching without stop.


    Multiple consecutive explosions shook the entirety of Servan as the sand rose high in the air, blocking everyone''s vision.


    Pulling his fist back, Ishkar braced, his arm glowing brightly each passing second as he pulsed red.


    At the fifth pulse, he let go and crashed down the ground like lightning. Upon impact, the force was enough to rip through the earth, akin to a water droplet causing a ripple.


    All surrounding abominations were reduced to mere ashes by the sheer impact of the attack, but it was but the first stage.


    As the second stage commenced, a sea of blood spikes stemming from Ishkar blew outwards, impaling those unfortunate enough to be caught in its momentum.


    But the monsters remained unfazed as they released gut wrenching roars before charging without care for their lives.


    Seeing this, Ishkar frowned. These beasts were indeed mindless, but he never thought they would disregard their basic instinct of survival.


    As the approaching abominations inched closer and closer, Ishkar raised his leg before slamming it down, tearing the ground before him as a single titanic arc of blood shot forward, mowing down dozens of abominations at once.


    Using the path he created, Ishkar lunged forward, crossing hundreds of meters within seconds as he cast one skill after the other.


    Seeing a large abomination close in, he leaped in the air, grabbing it by the jaw as he attached blood chains to it, invading its body as he controlled its movements.


    Without an ounce of hesitation, Ishkar mowed down the abominations charging at him, stepping, kicking, and stomping upon them.


    But they were like cockroaches, many and unrelenting as they crawled up, swarming the man.


    "DAMN!" Ishkar roared as he slammed his fist to a beast, throwing it far before he elected on his seat.


    "Burst!"


    Like a balloon, the entirety of the large creature exploded into a mayhem of blood and flesh, raining down and staining everything in green.


    Crashing down the earth, Ishkar was immediately swarmed once more by the bastards as he hastily removed them like ticks.


    Yet there seemed to be no end to them. No matter how many he killed, more would simply replace it''s place.


    He has already killed thousands, and yet it felt as though he had barely disturbed the sea of beasts coming his way.


    Things were not looking good.


    ***


    As the battle raged on in the sanctuary of Servan, Samael found himself watching the sea of abominations marching and pummeling the towering walls of the camp.


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    It was horrifying how it seemed as though there was no end to them. No matter how far he looked, they were there.


    The earth shook under their steps, the winds howled under their roars, and the sky had darkened by the flying beasts heading their direction.


    The sound of ballistas firing was almost deafening, along with the constant screams of the soldiers manning them.


    This was war. This was the manifestation of the very war they''ve been fighting all along.


    Remembering his trial, Samael clenched his jaw.


    Was this how it appeared before their cities fell? Flames and ashes scattered through the wind, suffocating the soldiers as they awaited their end.


    This was... hell.


    Before they arrived here, Ishkar went ahead and cleared out a path for them. Right now, he was down there, single-handedly pushing back the horde with the occasional help of ballistas and ranged artilleries. But even he will soon fall under the sheer number of these walking catastrophes.


    To make matters worse, they were growing stronger by the second. Each wave was better than the last. And as time goes on, those that come after them will be even mightier than them.


    What can he do? Especially when even Ishkar was struggling to fend them off? How did they get here? Was there another fell flower?


    Landing beside the boy, Ajax spoke. "I have just spoken to the general. It seems there was a sudden fluctuation in the dead zones and multiple unprecedented rifts formed there."


    "Is it a fell flower?" Samael asked, his eyes fixated on the sea of carnage below.


    Ajax fell silent for a moment. "We don''t know. No one knows. They just appeared."


    "What''s the plan now?" Samael asked, his hands balling to a fist.


    Ajax shifted his gaze at the destruction occurring around them. "Orders are to evacuate everyone. Servan..."


    "Servan is lost."


    Samael''s face morphed as he clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with rage as he watched the mindless beasts gnaw away at the wall.


    So this was how it ends? All the hard work and sacrifices of the soldiers, gone within a single day? And what makes it even more gruelling is the fact that they couldn''t do anything about it even if they knew of this calamity.


    In the end, it all boils down to strength.


    Staring into the face of the abominations, Samael spoke.


    "Codex... No, Void, I know you''re there."


    Ajax shot Samael a look. "Samael?" However, noticing the look in his eyes, he halted his next words.


    He knew that looked very good.


    "I know you chose me for a reason. I know that I am weak right now, unable to do anything against the destruction I am contended with," Samael said. "But I know you''re there. I can feel it, even if you suppress it."


    Ajax''s brows furrowed. At first glance, Samael seemed as though he was talking to himself. But right now, Ajax can sense a vague presence within the boy. Something he cannot explain.


    "I know you''re angry. You''re rageful at these monsters. You have been holding back from the moment we became one. I know that much," Samael said as his gaze lowered. "I know you''re listening, and I know you think I''m not ready... But when will I be ready? When I''ve lost everything?"


    Looking at Ishkar''s body drenched in blood and the beasts clawing away at him, Samael spoke.


    "But haven''t I lost everything once?"


    Clenching his fist, he resumed.


    "I don''t know why you hate them, why you hate the abominations, but I know you; I know there is a way to stop this... and I''m willing to do whatever it takes."


    He has seen the ability the Void used against the Fell flower in Tera. That ability was made for these creatures, tailored specifically for them.


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    "I know that much," Samael said.


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    "And I will persist again," Samael said.


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    "Then what can I do?" Samuel asked.


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    Samuel''s brows furrowed.


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    "Codex?" Samael asked.


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    "I must what?!" Samael asked.


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    "How?!" Samael asked.


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    Then the Codex went dark.


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    Shutting it down, Samael recalled what it said to find the source. What source? The fe flower? But where would it be?


    Looking at the distance, Samael''s eyes widened.


    "Ajax," Samael said.


    "What?" Ajax asked.


    "I need to get to the deadzones," Samael said.


    "Why?" Ajax asked, his brows furrowed.


    "I cannot explain it, but I must get there," Samael said.


    Seeing the resolve in his eyes, Ajax nodded. "Then let''s not waste time."


    The two hastily made their way towards the General. He was currently instructing the soldiers what their next plan of action was.


    "General," Ajax said.


    "Ajax? Now is not the best time," Luminari said.


    "We have a plan... or rather Samael has one," Ajax said, piquing the interest of the general.


    "Elaborate and fast," Luminari said.


    "That''s the thing, we can''t," Ajax said.


    Luminari''s brows furrowed. "Boy, now is not the time to play jokes and riddles."


    "Are we the type to joke around at such times?" Ajax asked, shutting down the general.


    "Then what do you want me to do when I don''t even know what you''re planning?" Luminari asked.


    "We need your help to clear a path out towards the deadzones," Ajax said.


    Luminari''s face glew red. "Are you crazy?! You want to get out there?! That''s suicide! And to make it worse, you want my men to die too?!"


    "We will go out there, with or without your permission," Ajax said.


    Luminari groaned as he released a muffled scream. "Damn it! You and your disregard for rules! Fine! I will trust you this time, but make sure you make it!"


    "Well, then let''s go," Ajax said.


    "But I will go alone with you two," Luminari said. "I cannot risk the lives of my men and not be able to tell them the reason why we''re doing something suicidal."


    "I understand," Ajax said.


    Without another second wasted, they swiftly made their way down the wall.


    Standing before the titanic gate, Luminari spoke. "There is no coming back. Once we open this gate and it closes, it will not budge again."


    "We''ve already resolved ourselves," Ajax said.


    "Well, if you''re that ready, let''s do this," Luminari said.


    "OPEN THE GATES!"

 CH139-Sacrifices.

    Standing before the titanic gate, Samael cracked his neck as he released a deep breath, his axe, Crimson Raven, resting on his palm.


    Things were about to get crazy.


    Ajax remained unfazed as multiple dark tendrils creeped up from behind him, standing on standby.


    Soon, a deep rumble thundered in the air as the earth began to tremble. Slowly, the large gates began to creak as it made way.


    Luminari clenched his jaw as he brandished his spear, imbuing it with light as it blew bright like the sun.


    "Leaving without us, boss?" A voice asked, opting for Luminari to shift his gaze back.


    Behind him stood the entirety of Servan, warriors with great differences all gathered and ready to fight.


    Seeing this, Luminari''s eyes widened. "You fools! Do you know what you''re doing?!"


    "Oh, we''re not missing this one out, boss," a soldier said as he stretched his arm.


    "There will be no returning from this," Luminari said. "Many of you will die."


    Stepping forward, the first warrior to guide Ajax and Samael spoke. "We''ve already lost many. Let us honour them."


    Seeing the flames burning brightly in their pupils, Luminari sighed. "It seems there is no changing your minds."


    Shifting his gaze ahead once more, he spoke as he slammed his spear down.


    "If you''ve made up your mind, then we rally!"


    As the gates finally opened, a stream of abominations came pouring in like a river.


    "FOR SERVAN!" Luminari roared as he pointed his spear forward.


    "Heavenly thrust."


    Samael''s eyes narrowed as a blinding light engulfed the entire gate, devouring everything it touched as it travelled forth like the first rays of the morning sun.


    All the light touched evaporated like water before fire, reduced to mere ashes as a large path was cleared.


    "Charge!" Luminari roared as he burst forward.


    It had begun.


    Lowering his stance, Samael grabbed the earth before him as his feet and arms morphed black.


    Without warning, his figure blasted forward, smashing the earth behind him as he bulldozed his way.


    Luminari, without fear, dove headfirst against the horde of monsters in his path.


    "Severing Light."


    Throwing two slashes forward, a cross-shaped beam of light travelled forward with great intensity, tearing all it hit with ease.


    The abominations were mowed down like grass as their bodies were reduced to ashes, drifting in the wind.


    However, the beasts had begun to close in from the sides, making the path narrower every second that passed.


    Now it was up to them.


    "For servan!" The warriors roared as they marched, their weapons in tow as they crashed against the incoming surge of beasts.


    The sound of steel and the scent of iron travelled in the air as the two opposing sides clashed.


    The soldiers hacked, slashed, and smashed while the beasts clawed, bit, and gnawed without mercy.


    Within seconds, bodies began to pile up as the death toll skyrocketed. Many were beasts, and so were men.


    Spells and abilities flew in the air as explosions and earthquakes shook the sanctuary.


    It was chaos.


    It was war.


    Samael gritted his teeth as he pushed forward, not daring to look back at the carnage, for he knew all this sacrifice was for the hope of a better future. It was a burden he cannot fail.


    Unfortunately, the soldiers were unable to block everything. Some of the stronger monsters had begun to catch up as they lunged at Samael.


    Only to be met with shadows.


    "Shadow dance."


    Like the wind in the sky, Ajax flowed around the battlefield with grace and destructiveness as he slashed through multiple Abominations.


    "Keep going," Ajax said as he stayed behind.


    Samael gave a nod as he resumed his push, blasting through monsters as though they were nothing but air.


    Luminari remained unstoppable as he blew through the beasts like an unstoppable arrow. The light of his spear illuminated the battlefield, bringing with it death.


    However, even he could feel the changes in the prowess of the enemy. Not only that, but the winged bastards have also begun to notice them. It almost seemed as though they knew what they were planning.


    "This better be worth it, boy!" Luminari roared as he tore off the head of another creature.


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    "Dawn breaker!"


    Raising his spear high in the sky, a bright beam of light tore through the clouds.


    Looking at the approaching beasts, Luminari narrowed his eyes as he slammed down his spear.


    Like the scenes from fairytales, a rain of light crashed down the earth, causing mass destruction as holes and craters as big as houses littered the earth, crushing and vaporising dozens of beasts.


    Meanwhile, Samuel spoke.


    "Void armament."


    Raising his axe before him, he chanted.


    "Dome Cleave."


    Blasting forward, Samael''s axe drew one slash, followed by another and another and another until his blade left afterimages.


    Before the beasts could even react, their bodies were blown to pieces as dozens of cleaves were sent out, not only cutting them but also tearing the earth, making it hard for them to approach Samael.


    As they pushed through the waves of monsters, Samael and Luminari had begun to feel the overwhelming strength they possessed.


    Their momentum had significantly weakened, and their speed was slowly decaying over time.


    Luminari was taking more and more time to kill the beasts in their way, and so was Samael.


    He would kill two just for four more to come and take their place.


    "Keep going!" Luminari roared as he dragged back his spear.


    "Razor beam!"


    Dragging his spear in a circle, a beam of light shot out of it, cutting through hundreds of abominations within seconds.


    "Push!" Luminari roared as he dashed forward.


    With one forceful stomp, Samael followed closely behind the general as he threw a plethora of skills, decimating the creatures in his path.


    But now they had come. Saint-ranked beasts.


    Samael''s steps were halted as he watched the horizon darken under the sheer number of their army. All and every single one of them is a saint.


    "Do not fear!" Luminari roared as he stood beside the young man. "While I enjoyed our time together, this is my stop."


    Samael looked at the man, and seeing his resolve, he knew he was on his own. "Thank you for trusting me," Samael said.


    A light chuckle escaped Luminari''s lips. "Don''t break our trust then." Smashing his spear down, he resumed. "Go. I will make my stand here."


    Giving the man a nod, Samael sprinted ahead.


    Watching Samuel''s figure go far in the distance, Luminari smiled. He was reminded of his grandson. He would have been like Samael, bright and full of ambition.


    Cracking his shoulder, Luminari spoke. "Time to do my job; come at me."


    The approaching beasts snarled as they lunged.


    A small smirk formed in Luminari''s lips. It has been some time since he had gotten himself in such a situation. Time to prove why he''s the general.


    "Elemental ember: manifestation of light."


    "First dawn."


    Samael''s eyes shifted back as a blinding light began to rise over the horizon, as though a second sun had begun to rise.


    It was warm and comforting, shedding mercy in the presence of death.


    Before the eyes of the approaching beasts, Luminari''s body began to glow as the light enveloped his body, hugging it and clinging tight.


    It almost looked like his aura was light in its purest form, casting shadows and expelling evil.


    "Now, come."


    The beasts shook their heads as they growled. They circled the general with malice in their pupils... then they pounced.


    Like the waves of a dam being opened, they charged in with ferocity, their razor-sharp claws and jagged teeth baring at him.


    Yet, before the abomination before them could even react, a spear blasted through him, sending a straight beam of light that evaporated all in its path.


    Dragging his spear to the side, the beam of light eviscerated all it touched, cleaving and burning whatever hurdles dare block it.


    "This is as far as you shall go," Luminari said.


    The beasts roared with rage as they resumed their assault without fear of death.


    Slamming his spear down, dozens more spears made of light formed around Luminari, all pointed at the enemy as they shot forward, decimating the entirety of the battlefield.


    But the monsters were not done. They kept coming and coming, without stop and without signs of fatigue.


    Leaping in the air, Luminari descended with reckoning fury as he smashed his weapon down, sending a wave of light outwards and flattening everything near him.


    Those hit with the wave of light were blown away, scorched, and turned to ashes by the sheer force.


    Dashing forward, Luminari resumed his slaughter as he bisected multiple creatures at once.


    "Spear puncture."


    Thrusting a dozen times a second, Luminari blew holes at the enemy before him as he twirled around the battlefield.


    But the beasts were unstoppable.


    As though adapting to his combat prowess, the beast''s had begun to take counter offensive moves as they now fake their attacks, forcing Luminari to make mistakes. These were enough as they swarmed him slowly but surely.


    Grabbing one of the creatures behind him, Luminari threw it at an approaching group, the sound of bones cracking and shattering reverberating in the air. But as he did, another beast grabbed tightly to him, restricting his movements.


    Slamming the butt of his spear back, the beast was thrown off as Luminari dragged his spear in a circle, cutting its head clean. But the other abominations were quick to react as they all backed away, avoiding the attack.


    Seeing his guard open after his attack, they lunged at him, causing him to stumble back as he smashed his fist against one of them.


    Releasing a burst of energy, he was able to throw back the enemy for a moment. But this was not enough.


    He was now wounded by the unrelenting attacks of the abominations. His armour had severely been damaged; its once shiny surface is now riddled with scratches and dents.


    Looking at the next wave of enemies coming his way, Luminari pointed his spear at them.


    "Sub zone..."


    "Guiding Light."


    ***


    Samael blasted through the enemies as fast as he could. Although Luminari held back the horde from approaching him from behind, the same cannot be said for what''s ahead.


    These creatures had no end as they poured out the rifts like water.


    However, Samael''s advance was soon halted as he felt a tremor under his sole. Looking back, he saw a large dome of light and a violent surge of energy.


    "Luminari," Samael muttered.


    Gritting his teeth, he resumed his march.


    The only thing he could do to alleviate the burdens was to get to where he needed to. That''s what needs to happen; otherwise, all their hardships are for naught.


    But it was never easy. It never did.


    A few steps forward, Samael nearly tripped as a large tail gripped his feet from below, forcing him to stop.


    But before he could sever it, another abomination, a winged one, dived down, swiftly striking his arm, his weapon thrown away by the force.


    Calling for Crimson Raven to return, another creature lunged at Samael as he dropped down, his arms barely able to hold the beast back as it attempted to tear his face off.


    Struggling, he roared.


    "Void Pulse!"


    A shockwave of Void matter blew the beast back, allowing Samael to recover as he kicked the tail off.


    Hastily rising to his feet, the winged beast once again dived down as it sent a ball of flame towards Samael.


    Seeing this, Samael raised his hand as he cast Void Aegis. But he was unable to handle the force as he was sent crashing down.


    Slamming unto the earth, more and more Abominations dragged and clawed at him, leaving deep gashes at his flesh as his Void skin cracked under their power.


    Unable to fight back, Samael could only block their attacks. But even he knew it wouldn''t be for long.


    Unfortunately, they failed to recognise another monster in the field.


    "Blood blast."


    The beasts were blown to smithereens as a large whip of blood struck them square in the face, sending what remained of them hundreds of meters away.


    "Heard you needed to get to the deadzones. What are you waiting for? Let''s go," Ishkar said as he raised Samael up. "Can you walk?"


    Samael gritted his teeth as he clutched his injuries. "I have to."


    "Then hold tight; I''m about to go all out," Ishkar said as he walked towards the approaching beasts. "Run when I distract them. The deadzones are up ahead."


    Samael nodded as Ishkar chuckled. He could finally go all out.


    "First awakening: soul forge."


    "Crimson War monger."

 CH140-The final destination.

    The soldiers fighting near the gate felt the exhaustion build up. They were tired¡ªvery tired. But they kept fighting for what they believed.


    The wounds and the pain they bought were nothing compared to the anguish of losing a brother in war. A war that they did not start.


    As the waves of the beast began to slowly overwhelm them, they all had one thought in mind.


    Hope.


    But before death could harvest their souls, a pressure befell the land, one they had not experienced in all the years they''ve been fighting. The pressure was so violent that even the beasts halted their attacks as they trembled.


    The soldiers dare not make a move as a titanic weight pressed down against the abominations, forcing them to cower. The sky appeared as though it was tainted in blood, and the scent of iron was prevalent in the air.


    Looking at the distance, they saw it¡ªthe source of the pressure.


    Samael swallowed hard as his instincts roared at him, screaming alarms of danger.


    Although Ishkar made sure to exclude him from the effects, for a brief moment, Samael felt and witnessed his power.


    If Icarius''s soul forge was refined and noble, Ishkar was akin to a warrior bathed in the blood of his vanquished foes. It was... suffocating.


    When Ishkar activated his soul forge, blood began to exit from his eyes and skin, enveloping his body in its whole entirety. When it was finished, Ishkar now has crimson chains hugging his body and gauntlet.


    Without warning, Ishkar''s figure blurred as a large explosion shook the battlefield. Samael had to swiftly lower himself and grasp the earth as the ground began to sink.


    When the dust settled, Samuel''s eyes widened as he witnessed the carnage Ishkar unleashed.


    Before him were mountains of corpses forming lakes of blood, their heads smashed in, brains oozing out while some were ripped in two like a piece of paper.


    Pushing through the mist of blood, a road of nothing but dead bodies lay ahead of him.


    Expanding his Void compass, Samael can sense a presence that far outweighs everyone in the field, and it was moving rapidly¡ªso fast even his compass was finding it hard to follow.


    Time to go! Samael blasted through the mountains of corpses as he hacked and cleaved through the remaining beasts Ishkar missed.


    Samael''s eyes darted back and forth as multiple thunderous explosions shook the earth, sending shockwaves at random. The farther he got, the more the bodies were and the harsher the stench of iron.


    However, Samael felt his blood run cold as multiple new figures emerged from the rift, entering his Void compass rapidly. As he feared, they were all heading for him.


    These creatures were all ranked or higher than Saint and were too much even for him. This was insanity!


    Gathering layers of Void matter in his feet, Samael spoke. "Void Pul¡ª"


    Samael''s eyes widened as the mist of blood was blown away when a large claw descended from above.


    Exploding into a flock of ravens, Samael weaved through the attack as he escaped through the sky.


    Unfortunately, this ability was not permanent, as Samael was forced to regroup and land back. Not wasting time, he shot forward like an arrow, narrowly avoiding the beasts lunging at him.


    "Damn it!" Samael roared as he nimbly bobbed his head back, the tip of what appeared as a mace-like tail nicking his forehead and scratching his Void skin.


    But before he could advance, another beast blocked his path; it''s speed was too fast for Samael as it delved down for a quick bite.


    Shit Samael thought as he watched its maws close.


    "Not too fast."


    Appearing from the mist, Ishkar''s figure zoomed past Samael, blowing through the skull of the bastard as its body flopped down dead.


    "Keep moving."


    Samael gave the man a nod as he rose up and pushed forward.


    Clearing the path for him, Samael''s advance was smoother than before, but even he could feel the alarming increase in opponents and the strength they carried.


    Not only that, but these beasts were somehow getting past Ishkar with clever tricks such as delivering underneath or using camouflage. It seems all they wanted was to kill Samael, even if it cost them everything.


    Whatever the Void was planning, the enemy had noticed it. And it was desperately trying to stop him.


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    Pushing past another fallen beast, Samael felt the world spin as he barely avoided a fall; his vision felt as though it was being crumpled like paper, along with a splitting headache.


    "What the...?" Samael muttered.


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    Samael''s head swiftly lost pressure as he felt the pain lessen. Reading the panel, his eyes widened.


    Mental attacks! Fuck! Samael cussed as he expanded his Void compass. Sensing a presence deep in the ground, Samuel''s eyes narrowed. Found you.


    Shooting forward, Samuel spoke.


    "Void fire: Pulse mode!"


    Waves of Void matter began to converge in Samael''s fingertips as he aimed low, exactly where the creature was as it began to move in a panic.


    "Too slow," Samael said as a purple beam blasted forth, pushing him a little higher in the air with its sheer force.


    As the beam hit the ground, it shattered into fragments before a fountain of blood flew up, followed by a system panel.


    Not wasting nore time, Samael continued his advance when the earth began to tremble.


    Stabilising himself, Samael''s face paled when the ground began to sink. Leaping forward, he narrowly avoided being buried to death.


    But it was not over yet.


    Soon, the ground beneath him began to tremble again. There was no doubt it was another abomination.


    Raising his hand, Samuel spoke.


    "Devourer."


    Sinking his hand in the earth, a thunderous screech ripped in the air as an earthquake of great proportions shook the land.


    It worked! Samael thought as he blew away.


    Using Devourer, he tore off a part of the beast, buying him time as it wailed in pain.


    Looking at the map the codex saved, Samael deduced he was close to the deadzones. But looking around, it seems he did not need to look at the map to understand this was where it all began.


    The land had become barren as though its vitality had been sucked away. The earth was coarse, and the stench of beasts was strong.


    But what truly sold it was the surge of energy Samael felt in Tera.


    Rifts.


    And hundreds of them.


    But this was not his final destination. He must delve deeper.


    "Now what?" Ishkar asked as he landed beside the boy, his body caked in blood.


    "I need to get deeper, in the centre of all this," Samael said.


    "If that''s the case, brace for impact," Ishkar said as he shot a look ahead.


    Noticing his gaze, Samael speared a glance forward as multiple entities entered his Void compass.


    "Whatever is making these rifts used a great deal of energy to the point it shut down some of the portals to create those four. I can handle them, but I cannot guarantee your safety," Ishkar said. "Do you understand what this means?"


    Looking at the rapidly approaching beasts, Samael can deduce they were around the Transcendent rank, and all of them also possessed a form of element, judging by how some of them were actively using them to boost their speed.


    "I understand," Samael said as he took a deep breath.


    It was the final stretch.


    His objective was only roughly 800 meters away based on the Codex; he was so near.


    "Then let''s do this," Ishkar said as he stretched his arms.


    "No other way around it," Samael replied as he muttered.


    "Hyperdrive."


    Veins began to jut out of Samael''s skin as he clenched his teeth, his muscles tightening, showing the striations of his muscle fibres as they drew lines in his flesh.


    Samael''s skin began to release steam and dark smoke as the Void matter began to seep out of his flesh, corroding his body slowly but surely while his soul screamed in utter agony.


    Isaac''s eyes narrowed as his face morphed. Samael truly was a monster. To have the will to endure something so agonising takes a hell of a lot of spirit and perseverance.


    Not wasting more time, Ishkar blasted forward, meeting the transcendents head-on as he leaped in the air.


    "Crimson judgement."


    Before the beast''s eyes, a large hammer made of blood that would dwarf Ishkar''s previous attack materialised in his hands.


    Pulling with all his strength, Ishkar roared as he smashed the ground with a force to level a small village, causing the earth to sink.


    Feeling the ground drop, Samael groaned as he blasted in the sky, breezing through the wind with speed no man can see.


    Samael gritted his teeth as blood began to spread in the corners of his eyes, with some forming tears.


    But Samael''s advance was slowed as a beam of lightning tore through his shoulder, immobilising his left hand.


    With his momentum lost, Samael plummeted down, gaining speed every second before smashing against the earth with a reckoning boom.


    Samael bit his lips as he tasted iron in his mouth. Gathering his strength, Samael rose up as he trembled in sheer pain, his arms shattered and some of his ribs broken, piercing his flesh.


    Spitting blood, Samael crouched as he blasted forward, narrowly avoiding another beam from above.


    Ishkar''s eyes narrowed as he switched his gaze at the flying beast. However, before he could proceed, the other three jumped at him, forcing him to stop and face them.


    Samael''s entirety cried in pain as blood began to exit all the holes in his body, trickling down his skin while his arms flew around like paper.


    400 meters. He was so close.


    With another forceful step forward, he glided through the air, his hair blown back, showing the cracks in his skin.


    300 meters¡ª


    Samael''s eyes widened as a sharp pain hit him straight, disorienting him.


    The flying abomination released a screech as another bolt of lightning burnt Samael, tearing pieces of his skin.


    But Samael did not fall as he leaped forward using what little strength remained in him.


    The bird roared in rage as it conjured a ball of pure lightning, causing the sky to darken as though a storm was brewing.


    100 meters. He was close. It was just there.


    Gathering his remaining flicker of power, Samael dashed forward, breaking his legs as he closed the distance fast.


    90 meters.


    80 meters.


    70.


    60.


    50.


    40¡ª


    The abomination swallowed the ball of lightning as its body glew blue, as though lightning had engulfed it.


    With one flap of its wings, it shot straight down, heading straight for Samael rapidly.


    30 meters.


    20 meters.


    Reaching for the target location, the beast was but centimetres from Samael''s back, aiming for his heart, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down.


    Then there was light.


    Ishkar braced hard as a shockwave swept the entire dead zones, sweeping everything in its path, may it be beasts or nature itself.


    Large chunks of earth and dead trees were thrown with great speed while the abominations who were unable to stand the force were torn to shreds.


    The light was bright enough that even the people near the wall could see the dome of glowing blue and the tremble in the ground.


    "Samael!" Ishkar roared as he realised he had failed to protect the boy.


    When the dust settled and the light had subsided, there was nothing but ruins and destruction...


    And something he has never seen before.


    "Spawn of zealots, you do not belong here. Go back from whence you came."

 CH141-Second punishment.

    In the past, Samael has merged multiple times with parts of his soul, discovering more about himself each time he does. They were unique experiences, concepts many may find hard to understand.


    Most of the time, they were ways for him to prevail in situations he alone cannot withstand. Often, it would feel as though he was simply unconscious, but this time, it was different.


    Samael did not know what would happen to him when he reached the centre of the Deadzones. All he knew was that the Void needed him to reach it, and it would handle the rest. He believed it would be like every other time he let go of the reigns, but it wasn''t.


    When he reached it, Samael felt a presence as vast as the night sky envelope him, submerging him in its radiance and power. He felt... safe. Perhaps because it was the Void that was upon him, his home, and his family.


    But he wasn''t unconscious. Rather, he saw a manifestation of the abyss before him, alone and fuming in rage.


    So much wrath... But for who? For what?


    Right now, his connection to the darkness in front of him was at its weakest. He did not know why nor truly understand, but perhaps it was like his soul. It was protecting him.


    Protecting him from the pain, the longing, and the anger it had been ensuring for so long, it was bottled and kept tamed behind cages.


    Even now, it felt restrained, coveted by worry, worry of what might happen to the sole heir and the last kindling of flame the Void has.


    It was scared for him.


    Shifting his gaze at the darkness standing in front of him, Samael''s expression became solemn.


    He did not know why the Void was so afraid of sharing the emotions it felt. He did not understand why it was so scared and worried about showing its anger and pain. He did not know much.


    The Codex stated that he was yet to be ready for the truth and the consequences and burdens it accompanies.


    In the end, it was always his weakness that held back the people around him.


    He too was afraid, afraid that he wouldn''t be able to live up to the greatness of that which came before him. Yes, he was indeed scared of failing and losing everything again.


    But what if that fear is what''s keeping him chained down? What if that fear is the only thing keeping him from greatness? From the freedom of weakness?


    Then perhaps it was time for him to be strong.


    Reaching out, the darkness flinched as it turned to meet Samael''s gaze, uncertainty present in its deep eyes.


    Yet, in the face of such adversaries, Samael mustered a smile. This time, allow him to share the burden, even for a moment.


    The Void''s gaze softened as it held Samael''s hand, merging with him once more, returning to a place it can proudly call...


    Home.


    ***


    Ishkar fell to his knees as a pressure like never before crashed against his body, forcing him to buckle under its immense weight.


    But what truly puzzled him was not the intensity of the pressure but the authority it held.


    It was a new concept even to him, who has fought hundreds, if not thousands, of battles in his life. It was terrifying. It sent a chill down his bones and made him feel small.


    At that moment, he had the utmost urge to just run. He did not even wish to fight it. But he could not. The pressure it released did not only make him buckle, but it ordered him to kneel.


    It was akin to a king ordering a slave to bow down before its magnificence. What choice does he have but to lower himself?


    Another thing that confused Ishkar was the sudden change in Samael. Although vague, he could still sense Samael in the midst of the chaos, along with another presence he cannot define or understand. It was as if a wall of darkness stood before him and the truth.


    But right now, the only thing he can do is trust in the boy.


    "Spawn of zealots, you do not belong here. Go back from whence you came."


    The winged abomination''s beak was turned to dust as it came into contact with Samael. As of right now, his body was submerged in Void matter, appearing like a cloud of darkness.


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    The Abomination released a bloodcurdling screech as its face began to melt away. Unable to withstand the force of the pressure, it''s body buckled and fell face down; it''s bones were crushed underneath the titanic weight.


    However, the remaining three beasts released an ear-shattering roar as their bodies grew black nerves extending towards their entirety along with newfound strength to resist the pressure.


    Without a second thought, they dashed towards Samael, their jaws wide open as their bodies glew with their respective elements.


    Spitting forth a small flicker of flame, it erupted into a large explosion upon collision with Samael, destroying the surrounding field.


    Ishkar''s eyes widened. Just how did their power quadruple in an instant? Just what was happening?


    Right now, Samael has unified with the Void at another level than before. Due to his level, he was unable to fully merge as his body would crumble and his soul would be crushed.


    But taking the risks, he took it upon himself to, even for a brief moment, take it another step forward and shoulder even a meagre portion of the Void''s rage and burdens.


    Right now, he was fully conscious of what was happening. He was also fully conscious of the boiling rage that almost blinded him. And all that was pointed at the Abominations in front of him.


    Right now, they were one.


    "I have had enough!''


    Samael''s figure turned to a blur as he appeared beside one of the beasts, startling it as he grabbed its head with one hand.


    "In my absence, you have stained this reality with your filth! It''s time to show you the power of the abyss!"


    Grabbing the neck of the abomination, Samael dragged his hand back, ripping out its foul soul from its body before crushing it with his bare hands.


    Like a chain reaction, it''s corpse fell limp in Samael''s grasp as he disintegrated it, leaving none, not even ashes behind.


    The two remaining beasts remained steadfast in their approach, their sense of control gone as they''ve been turned into nothing but mindless puppets.


    But nothing was impossible before the Void. All fear its power. All does.


    "Kneel."


    The beast''s smashed down the earth as their knees dug in the hard boulders, shattering their bones and tearing their flesh.


    With but a word, the clarity in their eyes was regained as the control of the Fell flower vanished like cutting the strings of a puppet master.


    Overwhelming fear ate through the abominations as they were unable to muster even a whisper.


    They trembled before the one chosen by the endless darkness. Their blood ran cold and their bones creaked. Their souls screamed in anguish, asking for forgiveness and mercy they would never obtain.


    Samael strode forward towards the beast, each step sending waves of fear into the hearts of his foes.


    Standing before them, Samael grabbed the first bastard with both his hands, gouging its eyes as he burnt its soul from the inside, its physical body slowly disintegrating as it released the most heartbreaking scream.


    Ishkar''s eyes trembled as he watched Samael. Was this really the same kid he taught?


    This wasn''t a fight...


    This was an execution!


    And Samael is the executioner.


    Grabbing the last remaining abomination by the mouth, Samael sent down a stream of Void matter down it''s throat, causing its body to wriggle in agony as its insides were melted and turned to dust before imploding.


    Now, he alone stood victorious.


    Walking towards the centre of the Deadzones, Samael smashed his feet down, crushing the boulders beneath him, revealing a set of intricate systems of roots tangled below.


    The roots were black in colour with smudges of red.


    Yes, like the name suggests, these were the roots of the fell flower. With his merge with the Void, Samael learnt a few things about this abomination.


    It is the root of the evil they are waging a war against. It is the cause of the portals appearing in all the sanctuaries.


    Through these roots, it is able to deliver the commands to abominations and set up portals for their entry.


    It is also its primary way of feeding and sustaining itself. The reason the abominations don''t eat their victims but simply kill them is because the fallen flower absorbs them.


    Using it''s pawns, it feeds off of the world, making it stronger each day that passes.


    It was a sick joke.


    Raising his hands, Samael''s aura exploded, tripling in intensity.


    He does not know the connection of these bastards to the Void or the old sovereign. But he knows one thing.


    They will now face judgement.


    "Second Punishment."


    Bringing his hand near his face, an orb of Void matter hovered in his palm before forming a scythe.


    Upon witnessing the scythe, Ishkar lowered his gaze. It felt as though it would slice him by just looking at it. Whatever it was, something was telling him it would do more than just cut whatever it hit.


    A deathly chill engulfed the entirety of Servan, causing the abominations to screech in unison as they cowered in fear.


    They knew this sensation very well.


    It was "that!"


    It was the destroyer of their kind. The eternal punishment awaiting them!


    The soldiers watched the beasts act erratically, and they could almost make sense of what they were howling.


    "Save us, mother!"


    But there was no saving. There was no pardon. There was only...


    Punishment.


    Winding the scythe up, Samael shot a cold glance at the roots as a screech escaped its surface, wriggling around like the worm it is.


    "Null Severance."


    Dragging the scythe across, space and time felt distorted for a few moments as the blade cut through the roots.


    However, it far exceeded that as the earth began to shake and separate into two.


    The entirety of the Deadzones had been severed in two, and it was falling.


    Ishkar''s eyes widened. "Motherfucker!"


    The roots screeched in agony as the severed part slowly deteriorated before being reduced to nothingness.


    The damage travelled far and wide as the system of roots nearby also began to crumble, crying in pain.


    This wasn''t the end of it.


    Somewhere in a distant land, covered and hidden in the darkness and ruins, the fell flower...


    Cried.


    Not of sadness.


    But of pain.


    The damage was so severe it impacted the main source as parts of it''s body began to disintegrate.


    The process was torturous and was only stopped by using all of its power.


    Samael raised his head as he closed his eyes. What a beautiful sound it was.


    The job was done.


    Servan is safe.

 CH142-No burden too great.

    Luminari swung his spear without stop as he mowed down one enemy after the other, tearing them piece by piece with his element.


    However, the battle had dragged out for too long, and his stamina had degraded. Slowly, but surely, he was being overrun by the sheer amount of beasts flooding him.


    The same can be said for the soldiers. Many of them had already fallen. Although they''ve managed to make it this far in the fight, their deaths have reached hundreds.


    The beast''s was like the rain in the sky, without end and unstoppable. Even they had limits, but these things did not.


    As the allied soldiers of Servan gave it their all, they all knew and came to the conclusion that this is the end. Their bodies were tired. They were tired.


    Luminari''s light had dimmed as he dragged his blade around, tearing apart another wave of beasts. His breathing was haggard, and his body tattered in lacerations.


    Looking at the sun blocked by the winged beasts, he couldn''t help but wonder.


    Will the sun rise for them again?


    Slowly, he fell to his knees as the light surrounding his body began to flicker, slowly vanishing away like a small ember in a cold winter night.


    But it was alright. He did his job to his utmost capabilities. He fought without surrender and now will die a warrior''s death. This was more than he could ask for.


    As the light enveloping his body finally was finally snuffed away, Luminari lowered his head as the beast''s began to flock him.


    The soldiers exchanged glances, their chests rapidly rising and falling, blood painting their bodies crimson.


    "I''ll see you on the other side," a soldier said.


    Another soldier chuckled as he sat down with a sigh. "If it exists, yeah, sure, why not?"


    Shifting their gazes at the approaching sea of monsters, they finally lowered their weapons. They''ve done enough.


    As the beasts began to claw at them, they simply stood there, accepting their fate. In the end, they were simply humans. It seems misfortune runs in their veins.


    But no more.


    A violent wave of energy swept the battlefield like a shockwave, encompassing every inch and crevice of the desolate dessert. The sky, the ground, and the sanctuary¡ªevery corner of Servan.


    The waves were like the hymn of death for all the beasts who heard it. Whatever it touched, it killed.


    One by one, they toppled down like grains of dust under a storm. The life in their wretched eyes fading into darkness as their corpses fell like leaves in the dawn of autumn.


    Luminari''s eyes widened as he watched the abominations smashed down the ground, dead and never to walk this land again. Turning his gaze around, the same scene happened around him as the beasts desperately ran from the wave. But none will make it out alive.


    "Is this what they witnessed in Tera?" Luminari muttered. "Hope?"


    It seems Icarius was right. There was still hope for humanity to prevail.


    Shifting his vision towards the dead zones, Luminari smiled. Again, it was that kid that helped them. At this point, no amount of money can ever pay their debt to him.


    Even so, he never really asked for anything. He was simply that kind of man.


    Lying down the blood-soaked earth, Luminari released a deep sigh as he smiled. He had never felt so... free and liberated.


    Opening his eyes, the clouds above the sky have finally opened as the rays of sun crossed through the horizon, bathing the battlefield in their grace.


    The soldiers rose up as they approached the dead beasts, poking and kicking their bodies. But there was no response.


    "W-what is this...?"


    "They s-succeeded!"


    The soldiers exchanged glances before they erupted into thunderous cheers, hugging and kissing each other as they fell on the floor.


    Some simply stood there, tears trailing down their cheeks at the realisation that it''s over. The beasts they had fought for years were gone.


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    Some simply sat down, enjoying the sensation of having nothing threatening them from sun rise to night fall. Having the well-deserved rest they were owed.


    The sound of their cheers echoed throughout the entirety of Servan, even reaching Luminari and Ishkar''s ears.


    Back in the deadzones, Ishkar shot a look in the direction of the sanctuary as a small smile formed in his lips.


    "They''re cheering for you," Ishkar said.


    Samael remained silent as the Void matter slowly began to settle.


    "Are you Samael?" Ishkar asked.


    Within the receding darkness, Samael spoke. "Yes, I am."


    "You sure?" Ishkar asked.


    "Always," Samael replied as the last remaining Void matter vanished in thin air.


    Surprisingly, Samael''s body was not wounded. There were some minor wounds on the parts hit heavily by the Transcendent beasts, but compared to what they were earlier, they were basically healed.


    But the real damage was not in the flesh but in the soul. Although he did not faint or go into a coma, Samael could feel a sharp pain within him, throbbing and aching. Luckily, the transformation was swift, so the impact was minimal.


    "Are you okay?" Ishkar asked.


    "Yes. Why ask that?" Samael asked.


    "Because your expression says otherwise," Ishkar said.


    Looking at the puddles of blood beneath him, Samael''s eyes widened. He wore a face of wrath.


    Calming himself, he exhaled. "I''m okay."


    Ishkar stared at the boy for some time. "If you say so."


    Samael still did not know why the Void was so wrathful to these creatures or what it''s connection to the fell flower. But whatever it was, it was rooted deep.


    Upon taking part in its burdens, he got an idea of the anger and disgust the abyss felt for these beasts.


    The punishment series, they were built for these bastards. Tailored for them to counter all their abilities.


    Just what kind of grudge would one need to create a series of abilities to annihilate an enemy?


    The fragments of memories he got from the merger served nothing but pique his curiosity.


    He could not make sense of what he saw. There was only a rift... One so large he has never seen anything like it before. But he could guess it is also a part of the reason for the Void''s anger toward these beasts.


    "Are you ready to return?" Ishkar asked.


    Looking at the man, Samael nodded.


    "Then let''s go; they''re waiting," Ishkar said.


    As they approached the sanctuary, the people gathered in front of the gates gazed at Samael, their eyes filled with relief and admiration. Holding bright glints of hope for the future.


    Making way for Samael, they watched as he made his way through. At that moment, they all believed one thing.


    He was the symbol of hope.


    The light to guide them.


    A hero to save them from this endless war.


    The birth of a...


    Legend.


    ***


    Without wasting time, reinforcements swiftly arrived at Servan. However, they were all met with the same thing.


    Silence.


    There was no more war. No more beasts to attack the walls. No more destruction and no more deaths.


    Hearing from the soldiers, they all sent back what they gathered towards the other sanctuaries, spreading the words of heroism displayed here today.


    When nightfall came, they all gathered in front of the sanctuary barrier, where the warm flames of the torches cast shadows upon the surface of the wall.


    There were hundreds upon thousands of names carved upon the grey stone, each name equal to another. All holding the memory of those that passed in the line of duty, in belief that a better tomorrow will come.


    They mourned in silence as they reminisced about the sacrifices the heroes in the wall gave. But now they had hope. They could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.


    Standing before the crowd, Samael wore a melancholic expression. He knew the responsibilities tasked to him. He knew the weight they carried.


    From the moment he awakened, he knew life was never going to be easy. Yet he was scared of making a mistake. These people viewed him as a symbol. Defeat was not an option.


    Yet, when he merged with the Void, when he felt a fraction of the weight the abyss carried, he finally understood how small he was in the world beyond Ergo.


    But he also understood that no responsibility was heavier than the next. He understood that it was okay to fear. For that is what makes him stronger.


    No one gave a speech that day. No one mentioned anything. They simply stood in silence, honouring the dead.


    When morning came, the entirety of Ergo came to an uproar. The attack on Servan was unprecedented. Many people were struck with fear at the idea that the first line of defence would crumble.


    If the shield protecting them fell, what''s stopping the abominations from taking the rest?


    Yet, what followed next sent everyone on the edge.


    The leaders of the High Table could not believe it themselves if it weren''t for Ishkar vouching to what they saw.


    Nova shot a look at his wife, his mouth wide open.


    "Is it true?" She asked.


    Nova remained silent as he sat down. "Yes, it is true."


    Looking at the letter sent by Ishkar, a wide smile formed in Nova''s mouth. "A man that can close rifts."


    All around Ergo, the same reaction sent ripples throughout the sanctuaries as questions came rushing one after the other, all asking the same thing.


    Is it true?


    Without a choice, the High Table released a testimony. One that shook Ergo to the core.


    "It is real. A phenomenon unheard before. A man capable of closing rifts has come."


    The people erupted into uproar with some cheering in glee. This was it¡ªthe way to win, the way to finally end this war. But some were desperate as they begged the high table to call for this man.


    So they did.


    Although they knew the weight of this responsibility, who could blame them for wishing peace?


    "Samael," Lilith muttered as she tightened her grip, crumpling the papers in her hand, her brows furrowed as she bit her lips.


    He already carried so much. But now, another load of burden was given to him. She wishes she could help him, but right now she''s still too weak.


    "So you''ve seen it," Aphemis said as Lilith nodded.


    "I''m guessing your break is over?" Aphemis asked.


    "Yes," Lilith replied as she unsheathed her scythe.


    Watching the sun set at the top of the wall of Servan, Samael shifted his gaze to the side where a figure sat beside him.


    "The hope of humanity," Icarius said.


    Samael remained silent.


    "You keep surprising me. First you survived against threats no one your age or power should have, and now you tell me you can close rifts?" Icarius said. "Do you know what that means?"


    Looking at the distance, Samael nodded. "I do."


    Seeing his expression, Icarius smiled as he held the boy''s shoulder. "Don''t worry too much about it."


    Rising up, the golden rays of the sun struck his face. "The burden may be heavy and the future bleak, but find solace in the fact that no journey is too great for you to shoulder alone."


    Samael''s eyes lowered as he glanced at his hands.


    Yes, he was not alone anymore. He has trustworthy people helping him. People he can entrust his back to. People that will always be there. But most importantly, he has an ally that will always be with him.


    The Void.


    Although this burden may be his alone, he will face it with great resolve, knowing he is doing it to protect the ones behind him.


    His family.

 CH143-Erdun.

    When morning arose, Samael found himself making his way towards the exterior of the great wall. As he made his way through the encampment, the soldiers present couldn''t help but stare at him, tearing holes at his back as cold sweat trickled down his forehead.


    Many of them muttered to themselves, their voices interchanging in the air.


    "So he''s the Samael?"


    "He''s so young but already so capable."


    "To think he''s capable of closing the rifts changes everything!"


    Samael released a sigh as he hastened his pace, making his way through the camp in no time as he found himself crossing the dessert.


    After some time walking, he eventually spotted a wall in the distance. It was Ishkar''s village.


    Entering the village, he was greeted by the people there as he asked. "Where''s Ishkar?"


    "Ishkar? The chief must be north from here, near the blood lake," a young warrior answered.


    Giving his thanks, Samael left the place as he made his way towards the blood lake. As he approached his destination, he felt two presences in the place.


    It was Ajax and Ishkar. Although it seems they''ve already finished their discussion.


    Giving Ajax a nod, Samuel inched closer to Ishkar as he spoke. "We''ll be leaving soon."


    Ishkar turned to Samael as he stopped watching the sun rise. "Yes, I heard from Ajax. What''s your next destination?"


    Thinking back to Icarius''s words, Samael replied. "Erdun, the city of arms."


    "Ah! So you will meet with the steel bastard," Ishkar said as he laughed violently.


    "Do the two of you have a grudge?" Samuel asked.


    "No, no, he''s simply too... What''s the word? Ah! Serious," Ishkar said. "But you will learn much from him."


    "Is he that great?" Samael enquired.


    "In combat? I''m better. But in weapons and smithing? He is powerful beyond everyone," Ishkar said.


    "How about Aphemis?" Samael asked as the image of the small demon popped in his mind. Just how was she doing now?


    "Aphemis? Lady Demon, scary," Ishkar said.


    If that''s the case, then I suppose she''ll be alright, Samael thought.


    "Well, we''ll go now. Icarius is waiting for us," Samuel said.


    "Go, you''re bothering me," Ishkar said.


    Before they left, Samael turned to the man for the final time as his fist touched his palm. "I will remember your teachings. Thank you."


    With appreciation, Samael bowed along with Ajax.


    Ishkar''s lips formed an imperceptible smile as he raised his hand. "Good luck."


    After some more formalities and goodbyes, they swiftly head out. Like usual, they found themselves inside a carriage on their way to Erdun.


    The ride was silent as all three of them were absorbed in their own thoughts. Not only about what lay ahead but what had transpired.


    But now that Samael''s presence has gone and spread, especially with his newfound ability to shatter rifts, he will be the centre of all conflicts that will unfold.


    He will witness the horrors of war and atrocities this world has yet to see. He will have a chance to grow, but whether he will or will not will all be up to him.


    Looking ahead at the setting sun, Samael steeled his resolve. This was but the beginning.


    ***


    The journey to Erdun was arduous and long, for the portal in Servan was destroyed in the sudden attack. Because of this, they''re forced to travel by foot or by carriage.


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    Due to this, they had to first enter Erudicio and use the portal there towards Erdun.


    As the walls of the fortress peeked over the horizon, Samael rolled down the window as he stuck his head out.


    The fortress was vast, with walls as dark as the night and roaring ballistas mounted in each crevice of the area. There were also plenty of machines he had not seen before.


    Expanding his Void compass forward, he was able to sense dozens of warriors guarding the perimeter.


    It all made sense considering this place was a humanities arms depot where everything they use comes from. Without it, there won''t even be any war to fight.


    As the carriage approached the gates, multiple guards adorned in heavy armour raised their hands as the cannons mounted above the gate began to crank in their direction.


    "Halt! State your identities and purpose!" The guard roared.


    Icarius shot a glance as he stepped out. Seeing him, the guard approached carefully before taking a look at the badge.


    Upon witnessing the engravings, his face paled. "H-high table!" he blurted out.


    "I''m sorry for the inconvenience, sir!" he apologised.


    "It''s alright, may we enter now?" Icarius asked.


    "Yes, please!" The guard said as he waved at the cannons, opting for them to return to their neutral positions.


    Upon entering the gigantic fortress, Samael swiftly felt the shift in temperature. Comparing it outside, the interior of the sanctuary was hot. However, the people living there seem unbothered.


    Noticing his expression, he spoke. "That''s understandable. This place is naturally hot due to the sheer amount of forges in this sanctuary."


    Samael nodded as the carriage stopped.


    "We''re here," Icarius said as he stepped out where two humanoid creatures stood, their bodies silver in colour with plaques of metal layering their skin.


    "We greet the esteemed Icarius," the two said in unison.


    "They''re our escort," Icarius said. "Mellaguns sent by him."


    "I see," Ajax said.


    Without further delay, they followed the two Mellaguns as they arrived at a large gate. With a wave of their hand, the large metal gates began to creak as they opened, revealing fumes of hot air that blasted them straight in the face.


    "I always hated that," Icarus said as he went straight in.


    "Your dislikes are none of my worries," a voice replied from within. The voice was rather monotonous.


    "Olaf, we have come," Icarius said.


    "You are wasting your time. This meeting is of no business of mine," Olaf said as he walked from behind a gigantic pit of pure molten lava.


    Olaf appeared like any other Mellagun, with his silver skin and plaques of metal sticking out his body. However, his left eye and jaw were covered by a mechanical item, and he seemed to have a beard made of steel as well.


    "You haven''t even seen their talents," Icarius said.


    "I don''t need to. One of them is a Shadow user, and the other you can''t even tell me. They are unworthy," Olaf said.


    "Elements are not everything to a person," Icarius said.


    "In my art, it is of vital importance," Olaf fired back. "I am not discriminating, Icarius. I am looking at potential results, and I see none."


    "Then do it for me," Icarius said.


    "No, even if we have gone way back, I cannot disgrace my art," Olaf said as he turned towards the pit.


    "Three days!"


    Olaf halted his steps as he turned around.


    "Give me three days," Samael said.


    Olaf stared at Samael straight in the eyes. "And what do you believe you can accomplish in such short periods of time?"


    "I don''t believe I''ll be able to create anything," Samael said. "But I will prove you wrong."


    Olaf''s eyes narrowed for a moment as he turned to look at the pit. "Very well."


    Icarius released a sigh of relief. Even if Ajax wasn''t included, at least Samael was. In the first place, Ajax was not included in persuading Olaf to teach him. Icarius planned for him to focus on Mendez''s teachings since it suited him better.


    Shit, even getting Samael was already a big enough bonus as Olaf is known for not taking a disciple.


    Now, it was up to Samael to see if he''d earn this bastard''s acknowledgement.


    "When do we begin?" Samael asked.


    Reaching towards the furnace, Olaf spoke.


    "It begins now."


    With a downward motion, the forge ignited as the entire place glew bright, hot air blowing outwards and striking Samael straight in the face.


    Ajax groaned as he involuntarily took a step back, the heat slowly melting his armor. Icarius clicked his tongue as he deployed a barrier between them.


    The forges here in Erdun were not normal. The flames here came from the Mellaguns themselves and were amplified by a hell core, which mixes hellfire and Mellagun flames to produce a heat that forges legendary weapons.


    By activating it, Samael''s test had begun.


    "Your test; survive this."


    Olaf''s eyes widened as he watched Samael stand there, tanking all the heat as he stood steadfast, his jaw clenched and nerves carving lines on his face.


    Staring straight at Olaf''s face, Samael took a step forward.


    He did not endure the heat of his trial just to be denied without seeing his worth. He faced far worse; something like this is nothing to him.


    As the metal on his armour began to sear his skin, Samael did not even flinch as he came even closer, the intensity of the heat tripling.


    Seeing the flames burning in his eyes, Olaf''s lips began to curve.


    Not only did he not back down, but he was challenging him.


    That flame in his eyes was something he had not seen in anyone else. A flame so bright it dwarves the very forges they craft their weapons in.


    Perhaps he can do it.


    "You have intrigued me. How well will you do with this?" Olaf said as he maximised the output.


    "Shit!" Icarius roared as he doubled the barrier.


    As the forge opened fully, the flames rose high in the sky as the hellish heat smashed against Samael, completely melting his armour and fusing it with his skin.


    However, for the man bearing the Indomitable fighting spirit, this was far from enough.


    Biting his lip as the blood trailing down began to evaporate, Samael slammed his foot forward as he dragged himself forward.


    Olaf''s lips curled up as a laugh escaped his mouth, startling Icarius.


    "Very well! I see your resolve now!" Olaf roared.


    Taking another step, Samael faced the flames of the forge as he stood before the grandmaster blacksmith.


    "Is that all?"


    "That is more than enough," Olaf said as the forge died.


    Samael exhaled as oxygen finally entered his lungs, causing him to take a knee.


    With a wave of his hand, the metal fused with the boy''s skin was liquidised as it floated in front of Olaf.


    Seeing this, Samael collapsed, the darkness cradling him as he fell unconscious.


    It didn''t even take him 3 days. No, it did not.


    "3 minutes," Olaf said. "You''ve gone beyond."


    "Still unwilling to teach him?" Icarius taunted.


    "No, you should be afraid," Olaf said. "Because now I''m willing to teach him."

 CH144-To kill.

    Samael jolted up as his eyes wandered around, absorbing the surroundings only to be greeted by metal... and more metal.


    The walls, the ceiling, and the floor were all made of steel; heck, even some of the furniture was made of iron. There was also that same heat present in the air.


    Checking his body, Samael winced as he took off his clothes, revealing bandages wrapped around his entire torso and arms.


    Remembering the events that occurred, Samael sighed. It seems he got burnt pretty badly, and he thought he had good heat resistance. It turns out heat resistance is different from fire resistance.


    Nonetheless, he managed to win over the Mellagun Grandmaster, so his sacrifice paid off in the end.


    On cue, the doors of his room opened as Icarius entered. "It seems you''re already awake. How''s your burns?" he asked.


    "It stings, but I''ll live," Samael said as he wore his clothes back. "How about my armour?"


    "Well, that''s gone now," Icarius said.


    Samuel clicked his tongue. That was his last reserve of armor. He doesn''t even have any money since he hasn''t been doing any commissions.


    "Don''t worry about your gear; since that bastard accepted you as his disciple, there is no doubt he''ll make a new one that suits you better," Icarius said as he sat down. "Fuck, this place is hot."


    "Now what?" Samael asked.


    "Now your training under his care begins," Icarius said.


    "When?" Samael enquired.


    "He didn''t specify. I think he wants you to approach him first," Icarius mentioned.


    "Then I guess now would be a good time," Samael muttered.


    "You sure? You''re all battered up," Icarius said.


    "I''ll be fine," Samuel said as he rose up and did a few stretches.


    "If you say so," Icarius said as he rose up. "I''ll be going for now; if you need me, you''ll most likely find me in my quarters."


    As he approached the door, he halted his steps. "Oh yeah, Ajax is currently in the modified training grounds."


    Without another word, he left as Samael scratched his head. Modified training ground? Where even is that?


    ***


    After leaving his room and wandering about with occasional questions to the locals, Samael eventually found the modified training grounds.


    Upon arrival, he was left speechless at the sight of the place.


    If it weren''t for the design of the structures, he would have believed he was currently in the ruins of an old village. But how did they get these here?


    "Oh? You must be Samael," a voice whispered.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he swiftly drew out Crimson Raven before swinging wide. However, he struck nothing but air.


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    "You''re quite feisty too," the voice said. "But I like that."


    Shifting his gaze back and forth, Samael began to feel as though the place had become smaller and tighter. Even his Void compass could not detect where the Voice was coming from.


    Scanning the ruins, Samael''s eyes widened when a tendril of shadow lashed at him, blocking a wooden dagger that nearly struck him.


    "Enough games," Ajax said as he strode towards the boy.


    "What''s happening?" Samael asked.


    "That''s Mendez," Ajax said. "He''s crazy."


    "No need to tell me twice," Samael said.


    "Oh, come on, you''re going to hurt my poor heart," Mendez said as he chuckled. "Let''s see how far you''ll go."


    Samael tightened his grip as he heightened his senses, sharpening them as he expanded his Void compass.


    "But first, you leave."


    As his voice faded, the entire ruins began to shift as mechanical sounds echoed from beneath, revealing large machines connected to the buildings as they moved in unison, separating him from Ajax.


    "Now then, let''s do this again, shall we?"


    Shifting his gaze around, Samael''s eyes widened as he dove fast, another wooden dagger passing by his head as it struck the ground a few meters from him.


    "You''re fast, huh," Mendez said. "But are you this fast?"


    Samael cussed under his breath as multiple daggers streaked towards him. Using his speed and with enhancements from Void flow, he weaved back and forth, pivoting and dashing all over the place as the wooden daggers came down like rain.


    "Good! Now faster!"


    Faster?! Samael''s face paled.


    Unable to react in time, a wooden dagger smashed against his shoulder, cracking his Void skin as he gritted his teeth.


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    Pushing himself further, he doubled his speed as he avoided one dagger after the other.


    Just how many daggers does he have?!


    As the rain of daggers continued on, minutes passed by as Samuel dropped down to one knee, his breathing ragged.


    Shifting his gaze ahead, a figure strode out from the darkness as he clapped and chuckled.


    "You did well, very well for a first-timer," Mendez said, revealing a man with black hair, black eyes, and tanned skin wearing a leather tunic. He didn''t even break a sweat.


    "Well, I guess that''s to be expected if you survived Ishkar," Mendez said. "But he and I are different. He trains you to fight, and I train you to kill."


    "What''s the difference?" Samuel asked as he wiped the droplets of sweat from his chin.


    A smirk formed in the man''s lips. "Fighting is the tool; killing is the objective."


    On cue, the metal ruins began to shift once more, revealing Ajax on the other side, surrounded by multiple... Mendez''s?


    Mendez laughed violently as he smacked his thighs. "Oh man, that confused face really is the best."


    Samael sighed. Great, he''s also insane.


    "That''s my ability, Mirror," Mendez said as he snapped his fingers. As he did, the other clones were swiftly liquefied as they returned to his shadow.


    "You also utilise shadows?" Samael asked.


    "Pretty much, but also no," Mendez said. "I''m a dual wielder, or what is commonly referred to as a dualist," Mendez said.


    "What''s your other element?" Samael asked.


    "Darkness," Mendez said as he stepped back, disappearing before Samael''s eyes as his brows furrowed. His darkness wasn''t something he could see through.


    "Since I answered you, how about you tell me yours?" he asked.


    "I can''t," Samael said.


    "Why not?" Mendez asked. "Ain''t fair, don''t you think?"


    "I can''t tell you, but I can show you," Samael proposed.


    "Well, that''ll do," Mendez said.


    Raising his hand, Samuel spoke.


    "Void Augmentation."


    Torrents of pitch-black matter surged out of thin air as it began to seep in his flesh, warping his skin black and hardening it.


    "Interesting," Mendez said as he appeared before Samael, grabbing his arm as he swiftly retracted, his eyes shifting to the small burn in his palm. "Very interesting."


    "Are you also a dualist? Perhaps flame and darkness? No, I should have been able to see through the darkness you made since I''m stronger... not to mention, this isn''t a burn but corrosion," Mendez said. "You really aren''t going to tell me?"


    "No," Samael refused as he deactivated the ability.


    "Ohh, I like that; you''re quite the tease," Mendez said as he grinned, causing Samael to shiver.


    "Enough with the chitchat. He''s here, so explain how you''ll train us," Ajax cut in.


    "Psh! You''re no fun," Mendez said.


    "Explain. Now," Ajax repeated once more.


    "Fine!" Mendez said. "It''s really simple; since I''ve already seen your elements, I''ve made a rough plan in my head."


    "And what''s that?" Samuel asked.


    "First, are these?" Mendez said as he pointed at his eyes.


    "Eyes?" Samael asked.


    "Well, vision, to be precise," Mendez said. "Do you know why some strong people and assassins are so good at their jobs?"


    "Because they''re strong," Samael asked.


    "No, strength is also but a tool. The reason is because of their vision," Mendez said as he swept his gaze all over Samael. "Right now, I can see about a dozen critical points in your body, and each and every one of them is but a breath''s distance from me."


    Critical points? Is he able to see weaknesses in our bodies? Samael wondered.


    "Bingo!" Mendez said as he pointed at Samael. "It is precisely what you''re thinking. Weaknesses!"


    "Anything else?" Ajax asked.


    Mendez held his chest once more. "Ouch! Your tongue is sharp! Do you know how long I rehearsed that?!"


    "I don''t care," Ajax swatted down.


    Mendez let out a deep breath as his shoulders slumped. "Fine, fine."


    "The second thing is lethality," Mendez said.


    "Lethality?" Samael asked.


    "That''s it! That''s supposed to be your attitude!" Mendez scowled at Ajax, but the man was like a steel wall.


    "Lethality is the utilisation of your bloodlust. Most commonly, awakened people often disregard their bloodlust when they acquire astral pressure since they believe it''s superior, but no!"


    "Are you saying astral pressure is weaker than bloodlust?" Ajax asked.


    "No, I''m not saying either one is stronger or weaker. What I''m saying is that both have their own uses and, when used properly, can bring great results!" Mendez said.


    "Elaborate," Ajax said.


    "Fine," Mendez said as he approached Ajax.


    As his foot landed, a bloodcurdling atmosphere struck Samael and Ajax straight in the face, as though making one mistake was all it takes to kill them.


    "So this is bloodlust in use?" Samael muttered.


    "Correct," Mendez said as he swiftly retracted his killing intent. "Let''s move on to the last part."


    "That''s...?" Samael asked.


    "Kill path," Mendez said. "The final lesson is called kill path."


    "What''s that?" Samael asked.


    "Like the name suggests, it is a path," Mendez said as he unsheathed his dagger, revealing the fine engravings on its surface. "Learning how to view weaknesses and utilise bloodlust is all for naught if you are unable to master the kill path. It is the culmination of both the first teachings as it will serve as the foundation of the road towards your target."


    Without warning, Mendez''s figure blurred as he appeared inches before Samael, the tip of his dagger centimetres from Samael''s pupils.


    "This is kill path," Mendez said as he retracted his blade. "For now, that''s all you need to know. Our training formally begins tommorow."


    Not giving the two a chance to respond, he left in a hurry.


    It was going to be another eventful month.


    ***


    Olaf slammed his steel hammer down against a glowing red metal in front of him, shaping it with great care and mastery as it took its first steps into becoming a weapon of destruction.


    Channelling his flames, Olaf delicately controlled the temperature, allowing the weapon to harden beyond it''s normal capacity. When it had cooled, he dropped it; it was finished.


    Within the steel confines of his forge, a knock echoed throughout the walls as Olaf shifted his gaze back.


    "So you''ve finally come," Olaf said. "I''m guessing you are ready?"


    "As ready as I''ll be," Samael said.


    Shifting his attention back to the forge, Olaf took out another piece of metal rod. "In return for destroying your armour, I''ll craft you a new one. It was of bad quality in the first place."


    Samuel nodded as he smiled wryly. That armour had helped him numerous times, and to him it was trash?


    "I''ll also craft you a new weapon," Olaf said. "What do you want?"


    "I don''t want any other weapons," Samael said as Olaf halted his arm.


    "Do you think I''m unworthy of crafting you a blade? Or do you deem your needs too high for my expertise?" Olaf asked as he looked at Samael.


    "No, I simply possess something of great value that no other weapon can surpass," Samael said.


    "Oh? Show me then," Olaf said.


    "This," Samael said as he reached out ahead, unsheathing his axe.


    As the blade met the light of the forge, Olaf felt chills travel through his spine as he watched the shine bounce off the onyx black surface of the weapon.


    Without knowing it, he reached out to the blade when Samael pulled back.


    "This weapon... isn''t too fond of contact," Samael said.


    "Most weapons with will aren''t," Olaf said as Samael''s brows rose.


    "How do you know it has a will?" he asked.


    "I have my ways," Olaf said. "But yours is different. It not only holds a will, but it is sentient... it is vengeful."


    "Yes," Samael muttered as he reminisced about the first time handling the blade.


    "But give me permission, and it will not retaliate," Olaf said.


    Samael, hesitant at first, reluctantly handed the blade to the man.


    Without fear, Olaf took the blade as his eyes shone. "Beautiful," he muttered.


    Coming closer to the light of the forge, he raised the blade as he thoroughly examined every engraving and design it had. "Where did you get such a fine weapon?"


    "Aphemis allowed me to enter her vault. I found it when I had an epiphany," Samael said.


    "Epiphany? You''re one lucky sod. Many won''t even have the chance for such an event," Olaf said.


    "What of it?" Samael asked. "I''m sure many of your weapons far surpass it."


    "Oh, but that''s where you''re mistaken," Olaf said. "Among all my creations and masterpieces, not one of them is better than this blade."


    Samuel''s brows rose. "How...?"


    "Simple," Olaf said. "Most master blacksmiths ambition is to make a blade that is durable and able to cut anything, but a grandmaster blacksmith is way past that. What we seek is to create a soul for a blade, allowing it to achieve the one thing all other blades fail at."


    "And that''s...?" Samael asked.


    Olaf caressed the surface of the weapon.


    "A true purpose."

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    "A true purpose? Can you explain?" Samael asked.


    "It''s, as the name suggests, a true purpose," Olaf said. "Many weapon smiths think that in order for their weapons to be considered the best, they need them to be perfectly balanced, sharp beyond comparison, and durable to handle countless battles, but no."


    "What do you mean?" Samael asked.


    "Those things are to be expected for a weapon to function. But for true masters, what we seek is not the sharpness or the lethality of the blade but its true purpose," Olaf said.


    "You''re saying my weapon is made with a true purpose?" Samael asked as his gaze shifted towards Crimson Raven.


    "Yes, and one that is solidified through an oath," Olaf said. "Right now, the only thing I can see as I hold this blade in my hand is one thing."


    "That''s...?" Samael asked.


    "To kill," Olaf said. "To hunt, to destroy... to end gods."


    Samuel''s brows rose. Did he infer all of that just by looking at Crimson Raven?


    "Whoever made this blade swore an oath, one that he channelled to this blade," Olaf said. "One could only wonder how it must have felt to take up your hammer and begin hammering down with nothing but the destruction of gods in your mind."


    Samael fell silent. When he picked up Crimson Raven, the description of the weapon wasn''t even a description but rather a phrase, a promise to kill and take vengeance from the gods that wronged its creator.


    "But alas, the weapon is unfinished," Olaf said, snatching Samael''s attention.


    "Unfinished?" Samael asked. Crimson Raven felt... whole and appeared as such. How can it be unfinished?


    "You won''t understand since you do not have knowledge regarding smithing; perhaps most blacksmiths won''t even notice," Olaf said. "But this weapon is lacking its final components to finally unleash its power. I''m thinking that who made this did it on purpose."


    "Why?" Samael asked.


    "To contain the malice of this blade," Olaf answered. "When I held the weapon, even with your permission, I was able to straight away smell that stench of iron and wrath boiling underneath its surface, waiting for the perfect time to reveal itself."


    "So you''re saying it is sealed?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Olaf said as he nodded. "Perhaps he made it so that when the weapon finally lands on the rightful hands, it can finally begin it''s mission."


    "Then will you finish it?" Samael asked.


    Olaf fell silent. "You are asking for too much."


    Samael''s mouth sealed up.


    "But it is an honour I appreciate," Olaf resumed as Samael breathed a sigh of relief.


    "I will finish the final parts of this blade... but not now. I will do so when you are ready to learn from it, for it is not everyday you encounter such an occurrence," Olaf said as he handed the axe back to Samael.


    Sheathing Crimson, Raven Samael nodded. "Then we better hurry it up."


    "Yes," Olaf said as he approached the forge. "Say, what do you know about smithing?"


    Samael fell deep in contemplation. "It is the art of creating armour and weapons."


    "You are partly correct," Olaf said. "But true smithing is creating a tool and ensuring it does it''s objectives without fail. The failure of the tool is the failure of the crafter."


    Beckoning for Samuel to come closer, he did.


    "The Mellagun''s way of crafting is different from the rest. We control the fire with our element to enhance the weapon beyond it''s normal capacities. Unfortunately, you are unable to do this," Olaf said as he took out a burning red rod of steel before meticulously bending the flames and heat in his will, hardening the weapon.


    "In a way, I am not only reducing the heat through my control of flames and at the same time ridding the weapon of impurities and weakness," Olaf said.


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    "Ridding it...?" Samael muttered as his eyes drifted towards the flames swirling within the steel rod. Perhaps...?


    "What is it, Samuel?" Olaf asked.


    "It''s... it''s nothing," Samael replied.


    "Aside from this process, we also implement a variety of other techniques known only to Mellaguns, passed down from generations to generations," Olaf said. "Ways to strike the steel, the power, the accuracy, and another important factor."


    "And that''s...?" Samael asked.


    "Runic carvings," Olaf said as he unsheathed one of the made blades, showing a set of carvings by the surface of the steel sword.


    "In pursuit of a true purpose, we grandmaster blacksmiths carve runes upon our creations, attempting to imbue them with a true will," Olaf said. "But alas, we are unable to do so," he resumed as he dropped the weapon.


    "Although we manage to carve runes upon our creations, it changes nothing. What we add is but a false purpose in hopes of creating real ones," Olaf said. "Much is my surprise when I saw your weapon, for I have never truly seen anything close to our dreams."


    "How are you sure it truly has a purpose?" Samuel asked.


    "I don''t," Olaf answered. "I do not have the ability to see. That is why I believe it is a duty too much for me."


    "Well, you won''t be called a grandmaster blacksmith if there''s no difficulty to achieving it, right?" Samael said.


    Olaf''s eyes widened as he shifted his gaze towards the man, the hilt of Crimson Raven landing on his palms.


    "I will entrust this blade to you as it was entrusted to me," Samael said. "I believe only someone of your stature can unleash it''s true potential."


    "You will trust your blade to someone you just met?" Olaf asked.


    A small smile made its way to Samael''s lips.


    "You''re not just someone," Samael answered.


    How can he not trust him? Many times, their creation has saved countless lives, especially on the frontlines. Their ballistas, armour, and blades that warded the enemies without fail.


    Olaf glanced at the axe. "You humans... are odd."


    "That, we are," Samael answered.


    ***


    Without wasting time, Olaf began Samuel''s training without a hitch. As per his plan, they began with the basics, such as which tools to use and the techniques and fundamentals.


    "One of the most important aspects for us blacksmiths is our eyes," Olaf said as he smashed his hammer down. "With our eyes, we are able to see the impurities and the imperfections, allowing us to fix and mend them."


    "This is Thadean steel," Olaf said as he took out a bluish rod of steel. "You must sharpen your words and remember which is which."


    Samael nodded as he followed suit, taking a piece of thadean steel and noticing the cool sensation present within the steel.


    "So you noticed, you have sharp senses," Olaf said. "Thadean steels are innately cold as they are harvested from the cold mountains north. Due to this, they possess great resilience to heat and are far more durable than other metals."


    "So what now?" Samael asked.


    "Now, you put the metal in the blast pit," Olaf said as he stuck the Thadeus rod inside a cylindrical hole extending from the large forge. "The blast pit is in charge of heating the metal. You may adjust the heat you need through the series of systems beside it since you don''t possess innate fire control."


    "How will I know what heat is sufficient?" Samael asked as he shifted his gaze at the buttons.


    "Judging the heat needed is simple but at the same time complicated," Olaf said. "Although many blacksmiths observe the metal to determine whether it is ready, we observe the fire."


    Adjusting the flames, the metal in Olaf''s hand began to glow red as his eyes narrowed.


    "Observe the way the flames move, flicker, and rise, and you will be able to determine when the metal is ready for hammering," Olaf said as his hand began to twist, flick, and move at random patterns with great speed.


    Samael''s lips parted as he watched the man in action, left in awe at the beauty and grace of his movements.


    But at some moment, Olaf''s eyes widened as he pulled the steel out; its surface was perfectly glowing crimson. "It is ready."


    "Now your turn," Olaf said as he approached Samael.


    Shifting his gaze at the forge, Samael swallowed. Taking the tongs, he firmly grasped the Thadeus steel as he inserted it inside the blast pit.


    "Good, now control the heat," Olaf instructed as Samael began to configure the buttons, causing the flames to intensify.


    "That''s it, feel the heat... measure it so that is enough to heat not only the metal but your body as well, but just enough so that it will not burn you," Olaf said.


    Gritting his jaw, Samael took it up another notch as he hissed, the flames leaving sears in his forearms.


    "Lower it," Olaf said.


    Adhering to the man, he began to lower it, achieving what Olaf wanted.


    "It is plausible," Olaf said. "Now, we begin to heat the metal. Watch the flames."


    Samael nodded as he intently watched the flames flicker.


    "React as the flame would; if it flickers, flick your hand; if it rises, raise the rod; if it falls, follow suit," Olaf said. "Be one with the fire."


    Following as the man suggested, Samael began to mimic the flames, but as if some sick joke, the flames began to speed up their reactions as though they could sense Samael''s intentions.


    Before long, Samael''s hand was moving at a pace most mundane humans would be unable to follow.


    As he does, mistakes are bound to follow as the flames begin to burn him.


    "That is enough," Olaf said as he dragged Samael''s arm back. "You failed, but it is to be expected."


    Samael hissed as he raised his arm, noticing the burns on his flesh. But the steel in his hand had cracked, splitting nearly in two.


    "You must have sensed it, the flames," Olaf said. "It is like a wild beast; the moment it senses you, it will attempt to defy you. You must tame it."


    "Again," Samuel said as Olaf''s brows furrowed.


    "Again? You are injured¡ª" Olaf''s eyes widened as he watched Samael grab another Thadeus rod before plunging it in the blast pit, igniting it without fear of the heat.


    "Very well," Olaf muttered.


    Just like earlier, he battled the unrelenting heat, attempting to tame it as it fought back with greater intensity each time.


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    Samael dropped to one knee as the piece of cracked Thadeus steel smashed down the ground, his hand severely burnt.


    Not wasting time, Olaf swiftly poured some cool water down his flesh. "That is enough."


    Samael nodded.


    "For now, heal, and we''ll test you again," Olaf said.

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    When morning came and Olaf arrived by the forge, he was greeted by Samael''s sleeping figure sitting beside the blast pit, layers of bandage covering his arms.


    Approaching the man, Olaf kneeled as he checked the boy''s arms only to realise something.


    "Did he keep forging last night?" Olaf whispered as he shook his head. How can someone have so much willpower to endure the burn and the fatigue?


    Rising up, Samael''s eyelids began to quiver as he woke up from his sleep. Seeing Olaf, Samael rose up.


    "Sir," Samael said. In return, Olaf nodded.


    "You disobeyed my order and kept forging," Olaf said as he did a round of maintenance around the forge.


    Samael fell silent for a moment. "...Yes."


    Olaf shot a glance at the boy before he sighed. He did not know whether it was impatience that''s fuelling him or just pure dedication to learn.


    Looking at the boiling forge, Olaf lowered his gaze. When was the last time he was uncertain?


    "Am I to be punished?" Samael asked.


    Olaf tapped his finger over the steel platings of the furnace. "No," he muttered.


    "What?" Samael asked, brows furrowed.


    "Since it''s come to this, then I suppose we can... turn it up a notch... I believe that''s what you humans say," Olaf said as he began to rummage at a large storage box.


    "And that means...?" Samael asked.


    "That means no, I won''t punish you... in the way you humans believe, I suppose," Olaf said.


    "Can you be clear?" Samael asked.


    "What I''m trying to communicate is that since you''re so eager to learn, I''m going to put you through hell and back to grant you your wish," Olaf said as he took Samael''s arm as he dragged him towards a metal table.


    Seeing his indifference towards the pain, Olaf internally nodded.


    Putting his arm straight in the table, Olaf could see the severe burns left by the heat of the furnace. Just how long had he been exposing himself?


    Without saying anything, Olaf pointed a device in the boy''s hand as he injected something straight into his flesh.


    Samael''s forehead creased. "What''s this for?"


    A cool sensation began to spread from the injection point outward, easing the pain and almost snuffing it out.


    "This is a device I made infused with the power of a remnant. The device injects the power of the artefact, which can balance out the heat in your body, allowing you to last longer and be safer in the forge," Olaf explained. "From today onwards, you will arrive here at 4 in the morning to begin your training."


    "Are we training today?" Samael asked.


    "No, your arm is too battered to even lift a hammer; you''ll only worsen your condition," Olaf said.


    "But I can still wield a hammer," Samael said.


    "No," Olaf said. "For now, heal. I won''t take no for an answer. A healthy body is the treasure of an adventurer and a smith."


    Left with no choice, Samael simply nodded as he left. Unsure of his next destination, he simply wandered around, considering Mendez''s training is still some time away.


    Walking blindly, he passed by multiple areas of the fortress. The cafeteria, multiple other forges, some weapon storage, and even a library. However, in the end he ended up standing atop the majestic wall of the sanctuary, looking over the horizon where the sun was currently rising.


    The world was beautiful; if it weren''t for the monsters roaming everywhere, he most likely would have been an explorer. Yes, he dreamt of becoming one before. But that''s long past now.


    "Why so melancholic?" A voice asked.


    "Mendez," Samael muttered as he looked right.


    The man sat by the edge, his feet dangling and swinging without fear, even though one wrong move was all it took for him to plummet dozens of feet down.


    "Sup, boy," Mendez said as he took a bite from an apple. "What are you doing here?"


    "Nothing, exploring, I suppose," Samael said.


    "Nothing to explore in this shitty place," Mendez said. "There''s nothing but steel here, and goodness, is it fucking hot?"


    "What bought you here?" Samael asked in return.


    "I got curious and followed you," Mendez answered.


    "That''s creepy," Samael said.


    "Ironic, considering we live in a world where monsters can be found even in the toilet," Mendez said as his face became sour.


    "Well, I guess your curiosity has already been satiated if you''ve shown yourself," Samael said.


    "You read me like a book," Mendez said as he chuckled. "Well, although there''s still some time before our scheduled training, but I''m bored anyway, let''s go and get some heat in."


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    A sigh escaped Samuel''s lips. "Alright."


    Following the man, they arrived at the training grounds as Mendez set it to appear like a coliseum.


    "Alright, I already said what I''m going to teach you, so we begin with the eyes," Mendez said.


    "How?" Samael asked. What Mendez is suggesting is honestly a little confusing, even for Samael. See weak points? Isn''t that the culmination of a person''s combat knowledge since it is already taught that places such as joints or eyes are naturally weaker?


    "Nope," Mendez said as Samuel''s brows furrowed. "Right now you must be thinking that a person''s weakness is based on experience, yada yada, but no!"


    "This ability, which I call sentry''s eyes, isn''t based on experience," Mendez said. "This skill is rather the culmination of being able to read, interpret, understand, and utilise information we gather using our vision."


    "So how?" Samael asked.


    "Well, first we observe," Mendez said. "Attack me."


    Samael nodded as he charged at Mendez, unsheathing Crimson Raven as he drew a vertical line.


    Mendez simply dodged without doing anything different.


    "Do I keep... attacking...?" Samael asked.


    "Nope, I''m going to explain now," Mendez said.


    "When you attacked, I discerned the movements you made. From the way you drew your blade to the twitch of your muscles as you took position," Mendez said as he mimicked Samael''s movements. "Observe."


    Doing as Samael did but slower, Mendez carefully showed and pointed at every little move. From the beginning as he drew his weapon to how his muscle fibres twitched. He also pointed out his form and even his breathing.


    "Sentry''s eyes is basically the most masterful way of observation that I made. With all this information I gather, I am able to pinpoint weaknesses in your body," Mendez said. "To elaborate further, from the moment you sheathed your weapon, I already saw that the path your hand took and your faulty use of your explosive strength greatly slowed your drawing time."


    Approaching Samael, Mendez tapped a few parts of his body. "With that slow upstart, I''m fairly confident I could''ve struck your elbow, your liver, and even incapacitated you by injuring your leg since you put too much weight on it."


    Samuel''s brows rose. Did he get that much information in such a short time?


    "Bingo! That''s Sentry''s eyes!" Mendez said.


    "Are you reading my mind?" Samael asked.


    "Nope, I''m just good at guessing," Mendez said. "But I reckon you understand the premise?"


    "Yes," Samael said. "But the process, how?"


    "Well, we must first train your eyes to withstand the strain I''m about to put on them so that you don''t go blind," Mendez said.


    "Then?" Samael asked.


    "Then we go and train your eye tracking speed, which in turn will also impact how much information you can procure at once," Mendez said.


    "Then...?" Samael asked again.


    "Then the last part, which is to utilise your essence to create a kind of glasses to enhance your vision," Mendez followed.


    "Create a lens. Why not infuse your eyes?" Samael asked.


    "Well, I''ve theorised it before, but it''s too dangerous. I tried once, and my results were... bad," Mendez said. "Our eyes are too weak to handle the energy, and even if they can withstand it, you would need to monitor, control delicately, and a bunch of other shit just to make sure the essence won''t fry your brain."


    "I see," Samael said. Is it possible, Codex?


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    <td>The Void is watchful. One of its domains is absolute dominion of the eyes and visions. As such, the Void is highly tailored for such abilities, and this in turn allows for the possibility of the host creating an ability that is incomparably stronger than sentry''s eyes. </td>


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    I won''t question how. But lead me like always.


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    "Let''s not waste time," Samael said.


    "Hoho! Look at Mr. Strong pants over here," Mendez said. "If you''re that eager, then let''s get this entire thing on the road!"


    "Now open your eyes."


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    "Arghhh!" Samael hissed as he held his head, his eyes riddled with red throbbing nerves.


    "That''s the nasty part," Mendez said as he sucked his teeth. "But I''m surprised. You lasted quite a long time, like a really long time."


    Samael took a couple of deep breaths as he looked at his reflection in the steel floor.


    The training to increase the strength of his eyes was quite simple. All he needed to do was withstand Mendez injecting his essence into his eyes as it began to destroy him.


    Fortunately, due to his innate talent in ocular abilities, Samael had quite the strong resistance leading to Mendez jumping straight at the higher stages, which could not only blind Mundane people but even kill them, something he himself took years to arrive at.


    "Man, I''m so jealous," Mendez said.


    They have done it roughly three times already. According to the man, this should be his limit for now since he might really get blinded.


    "Anyways, good job, and uh, don''t look for me; I''ll find you myself," Mendez said before his figure turned to a blur.


    Samael sighed as he leaned back, his eyes throbbing in pain. It was as if the ache was burrowing deep in his eye sockets.


    But he didn''t feel satisfied. He knew he could probably do more.


    Codex, can you replicate Mendez''s teachings?


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    Elaborate.


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    This method was created through the use of the Codex''s access to the body of the host, which will allow me to alter and configure some of your body functions. Pair it with the use of higher purity Void matter, and we are able to achieve the same effects.


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    <td>I will alter your sensitivity to pain and increase it''s sensitivity to maximise the effects. With the use of void matter, we are able to regulate the damage done, but only if the user stays awake. </td>


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    Does that mean you can numb the pain when I fight? Samael asked.


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    Do you even really need to ask? But don''t numb the pain. Pain is an old friend.


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    "ARGHHHHH!!!" Samael roared as his knees crashed against the steel floor.


    He grasped his face as nerves began to bulge under his skin, especially around the vicinity of his eyes as his sclera began to morph into an onyx black colour.


    Intense and sharp pain began to assault him as his head felt as though it was being cracked in two.


    A loud bang ripped through the entire training ground as Samael''s fist dented the nearby steel wall.


    Clutching his temples, Samael''s body began to tremble as he bit his lips, causing them to bleed as drops of crimson tainted the floor.


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    Samael gripped the nearby wall as he began to bend it. It was unbearable, as if his eyes were being cut open and set ablaze.


    After a minute had passed, Samael smashed down, his breathing ragged as buckets of sweat trailed down his body, his skin glistening.


    Staring at the ceiling, Samael couldn''t help but wonder. Just what has he gotten himself into?


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    Samael''s eyes widened as he jerked his head towards the Codex. "W-wai¡ª"


    "ARGHHHHHHHH!!!"


    Samael''s scream of agony thundered in the stadium as he catapulted himself to the other room, crashing against the wall.


    Biting his arm, Samael could taste iron as his forearm began to bleed. But even the pain on his hand was not enough to alleviate the sharp pain in his eyes.


    Closing his eyes did not help either as he rolled around the place, the pain slowly eating at his sanity.


    As the seconds piled one after the other and a minute passed by, the Codex popped up in front of him.


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    Samael plummeted down the ground as he barely caught himself, blood staining the floor.


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    "Sh¡ª"


    "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"


    Samael smashed down the steel floor as his eyes felt as if someone was plucking them out slowly, inflicting as much pain as possible.


    Punching the wall, Samael caused another deep dent as he kept on smashing his fist down.


    Slowly, his vision began to blur as the pain seemed to be the only thing that mattered. It was consuming him, eating through him.


    This was nothing short of torture.


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    Stage 3 completion rate: 66%


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    Gritting his teeth, Samael mustered his waining strength as he began to stand up, steadfastly braving the waves and torrents of pain hurling his way.


    It was painful, yes, but nothing he had not felt before.


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    Grinding his teeth, he focused his vision upon the marker of completion on the screen of the Codex, carefully watching as it rose up by 1 percent each passing second.


    Soon, his eyes began to bleed as the crimson liquid trailed down his cheeks, falling down his clothes and the floor.


    However, Samael''s focus remained sharp as his vision began to darken, as if he were inside a tunnel, slowly closing and tightening around him.


    94%


    Samael''s knee began to quiver as it smashed on the floor, then his other leg followed.


    97%


    Samael could barely see; his vision was dim, unlike anything he''s experienced before. The pain was slowly overwhelming him.


    98%


    Unable to remain upright, Samael fell down, his back hitting the warm steel floor.


    99%


    The final stretch.


    Clutching his leg, Samael''s nails began to dig at his flesh as a small amount of clarity resurfaced in his eyes.


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    Samael''s body smashed down with a loud bang as all sense of consciousness left his body.


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    ***


    A weak grunt echoed at the training grounds as Samael began to wake up, noticing the darkness of the sky outside.


    Have I been asleep all this time? He wondered.


    Rising to his feet, he made his way back to his room, a slight ache pestering his head and his eyes.


    Looking around, he could only sigh upon the mess he caused.


    Unsure of what to do and annoyed by the pain, Samael went on to meditate for the rest of the night.


    When morning came, he cut his meditation short as he traced his way towards the forge where Olaf sat, staring at nothingness.


    "You''ve arrived," Olaf said. "Let us begin."


    A soft sigh escaped Samael''s lips. Here he goes again. "Let''s do it."


    "Very well," Olaf said as he began to ignite the blast furnace, the heat inside the room rising every second that''s passing.


    Taking up a piece of steel rod, Samael approached the pit as he took a deep breath.


    Inserting the steel, the flames began to dance in defiance.


    It had begun.


    "Focus boy, I will guide you for now. But there will be a time where you''ll have to do it on your own," Olaf said.


    "Understood," Samael said with determination burning in his pupils.


    As the flames in the blast pit began to rise, Olaf spoke a sequence of words.


    "Twist."


    "Turn."


    "Pull back."


    "Push."


    Samael sharpened his focus as he followed the man''s order, twisting and turning his hand as he contested the burning flames. Before his eyes, he could see the rod begin to change colour from its typical blue hue to a more orangish tone.


    "Keep at it, boy, it''s about to retaliate," Olaf said as Samael''s eyes narrowed.


    Like lightning, the flames in the blast pit burst upwards, burning Samael''s hand as he hissed.


    "Move!" Olaf said. "If you fail the sequence, you get burnt."


    "Push."


    "Twist."


    "Pull."


    "Raise."


    Samael gritted his teeth as he followed the man''s guide, his hand moving without stop. However, Olaf''s cues were beginning to pick up speed as he gave one command after the other within seconds.


    Sweat began to trickle down Samael''s forehead as his hand weaved back and forth, battling the flickering flames of the blast pit as it tried to burn him.


    "ARGH!" Samael blurted as he dropped the steel on the floor, parts of it red in colour while some are orange.


    Fortunately, the implants on his arms began to work fast as they distributed and evened out the heat inside his flesh.


    "It is to be expected. You made it farther than when I first tried it, so do not be discouraged," Olaf said as he picked the steel with his bare hands. "Parts of it are uneven; it shows you''re still lacking."


    "No matter," Olaf followed as he threw the steel rod at the back. "Again."


    Samael nodded as he clenched his fist before taking another rod. Like earlier, he pushed it inside the blast pit as the flames began to pick up once more.


    Following the grandmaster''s cues, Samael''s hand began to follow multiple different sequences.


    Dancing with the flames of the pit, Samael''s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening at the movements of the flames. Somehow, he felt as though he could see the pattern unlike before.


    With this newfound knowledge and Olaf''s help, Samael began to move his hand with more precision as he not only used Olaf''s cues but his reaction as well.


    Unfortunately, he was still too weak, as once more, the steel in his palm smashed down, parts uneven in colour.


    Olaf remained silent, his thoughts running wild as he looked at the rod. How can someone improve so fast?


    Their previous attempt was already good for someone who does not have an affinity with flames or experience with the forge, but Samael''s performance just now was completely better than earlier.


    "What did you do, boy?" Olaf asked.


    Samael shook his hand as he looked at the man. "I... watched the flames."


    Olaf''s brows rose. "You watched... the flames?"


    "I suppose that''s the only way to describe it," Samael said.


    He could not fully understand what just happened, but for a brief moment, he felt in tune with the entire process. He felt as though he has been using this forge for so long that he instinctively knows the movement of the flames and even the proper movements that correspond with the specific rhythms of the fire.


    "I see," Olaf muttered.


    "Is something wrong?" Samuel asked.


    "It''s... nothing. We''ll begin when you''re ready," Olaf said.


    "Understood," Samael said as he once more took another rod.


    Like earlier, he contested the flames, but this time, his progress was greatly slowed as his eyes began to take a toll, causing him to make a handful of mistakes and end the session early.


    "That''s enough," Olaf said as Samael dropped the steel rod.


    Samael groaned as he felt another headache assault him.


    "As expected," Olaf said.


    "What do you mean?" Samael asked.


    "You''re using something you are not ready for," Olaf said.


    "Explain," Samael said as he gritted his teeth.


    "It seems connected with your vision. Although you do not have the ability to sense the flames, you are able to in a way "observe" and "harmonise" with it," Olaf said. "Something that even we Mellaguns cannot. We may be able to control the flames but never harmonise."


    "I don''t understand," Samael said.


    "Neither do I. But it is clear that you are not ready for whatever you are doing. For now, cease this observation of yours," Olaf said. "Considering your condition, I doubt we''ll make more progress today, so for now our session ends here."


    Samael sighed as he nodded.


    "Before I leave, hand me your weapon. I would like to inspect it," Olaf said.


    "Here," Samael handed the blade to the man as the grandmaster left.


    Just what was that? He wondered. He has not encountered anything like it. Perhaps it could be connected with Mendez''s training?


    After all, the Void''s power works well with ocular prowess. If that''s the case, then wasn''t this a cheat?


    Making his way out the forge, Samael made his way back at the training grounds. Considering Mendez was most likely not in the training grounds again, the man must have separated their training grounds with Ajax.


    Arriving there, it was as empty as always. It seems Mendez had no intention of checking on him for a while.


    Sitting down, Samael began to take deep breaths as he spoke.


    "Codex."


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    "Show me my progress with Project Abyss Eyes."


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    That was only phase one? This is insane.


    "Does the intensity increase every phase? Will I be alright?"


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    A sigh escaped Samuel''s lips. He has been sighing a lot lately. Well, things have been rough. But somehow, he was more hopeful for tomorrow.


    "Begin phase 2."


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    As Samael''s sclera began to change into pitch black, Samael wondered, How was she doing now?


    Then the pain came.


    Meanwhile, Lilith wiped the buckets of sweat trickling down her chin as her chest rose up and down.


    "Something on your mind?" Aphemis asked, her arms crossed.


    "It''s nothing," Lilith answered as she instinctively held her necklace.


    "Miss him?" Aphemis asked.


    Lilith did not answer as she charged forward, adding yet another crater at their training ground.


    However, they were not the only forces at work as shadows began to take shape over the horizons.


    In the far reaches of the high table stood a tall pillar made of gold and below an army numbering in the thousands, increasing steadily by the day, like a plague.


    Not of men.


    Beasts.


    Abominations.

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 CH148-A step closer.

    The following days were repetitive for Samael. It was a vicious cycle of self-torture and improvement. Life within the sanctuary was monotone; perhaps it reflected the way Mellaguns live.


    Early in the morning, he would go to attend Olaf''s training session, where he would burn himself numerous times just to master the first technique of mellagun forging.


    However, even though Olaf would forbid him from training further, he would often sneak at night to continue his training, allowing for explosive growth. It is also in such times that he is able to freely expound upon the subject regarding what he termed flame binding.


    Flame binding, based on Samael''s observation, is the use of his enhanced vision to harmonise with the entirety of the forge. Using his sights, he is able to perceive the movements of the flames, the mechanical parts of the forge, and even the transition of the colours of the metal.


    Unfortunately, it is a skill that requires such great concentration that doing it often leads Samael to miss everything else that''s happening around him. Not only that, but even a slight distraction is enough to ruin everything. Prolonged use leads to severe headaches and eye pains. But he''s getting used to it.


    When noon comes, he begins the Codex''s training with him ending up in a puddle of his own sweat and blood, writhing in pain or just flat out unconscious after the session.


    This cycle would repeat without stop as Samael endlessly tortured himself to the point many would consider insanity.


    Slowly, but surely, the days passed, and so did his training.


    At dawn he would contend with the flames of the blast pit, each day growing closer to his goal as his efforts became apparent each time. While at noon he would grapple with his life as he injects Void matter straight in his eyes, potentially blinding himself. At dusk, he would master flame binding.


    Samael would be stuck in this cycle without end and for days without stop.


    "More!" Samael roared as he restarted the forge, inserting the Thasean steel rod inside the pit as the flames began to devour it.


    Using flame binding, Samael''s eyes squinted as he twisted and pulled in different directions, matching the rhythm of the flames.


    "Argh!" Unable to handle the heat, he would drop it again before clenching his fist and taking another rod.


    "Again!"


    Yet another day ends.


    Samael''s muffled groans thundered in the training hall as he bent steel and tore through the place like a wild animal on a rampage, blinded by the pain.


    Biting a piece of cloth, it began to tear into multiple pieces as the sound of its fabric ripping left a reverberating echo in the training grounds.


    Smashing down as the Codex reminded him of another success, Samael laid down in the puddle of crimson below him, the scent of metal invading his senses.


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    And the dark took him again.


    Yet another day ends.


    "Twist, turn, raise!" Olaf instructed as Samael did the combination in rapid succession, causing the grandmaster''s brows to raise.


    "That''s it! Keep going!" Olaf said as he watched Samael''s arm movement and razor-sharp focus on the flames.


    "This is... impossible," Olaf whispered.


    How can someone improve this fast? Nearly a week has passed, and yet he''s already almost good enough to master the first phase of forging. This was unprecedented speed!


    "It''s done," Olaf said as Samael pulled out the steel rod. Unfortunately, the colour of the Thasean metal was still uneven in some parts, but most Mellagun could already consider this a success.


    "You''ve done well," Olaf said. "This session is adjourned for today."


    Yet another day ends.


    BANG!


    A resounding bang thundered within the halls of the modified training ground as Samael''s fist was buried deep in the steel-plated floor of the hall.


    Nerves wriggled under his flesh as he hungered violently for air, the grating noise of his teeth grinding reverberating in the air as he barely held on to his waning sanity.


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    Taking Crimson Raven, Samael stabbed the weapon straight in his leg as a sharp pain coursed through his entire body along with the defiant caws of his blade in revolt to his actions.


    As blood began to crawl down his cheeks, Samael clawed at the steel surface of the room, his nails torn apart by the force, leaving a straight trail of blood.


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    Yet another day ends.


    Focusing upon the flames, Samael weaved and pushed against the fire as the heat enveloped the Grinnoid steel rod, a rod that is harder to heat and is more sensitive in comparison to the past steels Samael''s used.


    With his explosive growth, Olaf had to swiftly swap out the metal''s Samael is using to increase the difficulty of the training and allow him to refine his techniques even more.


    Cutting and submerging the metal in the increased heat of the blast pit, Samael''s hand flicked and weaved with great speed and accuracy, heating the metal without missing a single part.


    The heat roared and raged against his attempts, rising higher and higher until it almost hit the ceiling of the blast pit.


    With his increased mastery, so did his resistance to the flames. He would not even. budge when it burns him as he continued without breaking focus. In turn, Olaf increased the flame output of the forge to the point most Mellaguns themselves would consider hazardous.


    However, Samael did not waiver under the dominance of the infernal flames; rather, he contested it as he kept marching without stop.


    Eventually, he himself removed the artefact, injecting cold essence into his arm, as it has no effects anymore.


    As the flames began to die down, Samael pulled out a perfectly heated piece of Grinnoid steel rod, its crimson surface a magnet of jealousy for all blacksmiths, both Mellaguns and humans alike.


    Seeing his creation, a smirk made its way to Samuel''s lips.


    Yet another day ends.


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    Samael smashed Crimson Raven once more into his leg, turning it into a bloody mess of flesh and gore as he kept maiming his own thigh.


    Underneath his leg is a puddle of blood with pieces of flesh floating above it all while Crimson Raven roars in defiance of Samael''s will to hurt himself.


    However, Samael had to do what little he could just to remain conscious, for the pain had become unbearable, enough to kill most awakened his rank.


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    His eyes had become pure black as rivers of blood burst from his eye sockets, nose, ears, and mouth, turning his once pristine white clothes red.


    The entirety of the modified training hall had become a bloody mess, as though a war had occurred with all the damage he''d done. Some of the mechanisms themselves had shut down.


    Unable to maintain his strength, Samael smashed down as his mouth began to foam, his body spasming uncontrollably as his vision darkened at an alarmingly rapid pace. His heart was now barely audible as his vitals began to drop rapidly.


    97%


    Samael did all that he could to remain awake as he bit the insides of his mouth, wounded himself with Crimson Raven, and even meditated.


    99%


    One... Final... Push!


    Gathering what little remained of his sanity, Samael roared at the top of his lungs, his voice thundering and bouncing at the steel walls of the training hall.


    And as he lost his consciousness, the Codex warped a panel before him.


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    Yet another day ends.


    As the darkness of the night befell the entire training hall, a figure began to creep from the shifting shadows.


    Mendez stood beside Samael''s unconscious body as he kneeled down, inspecting him.


    "Just what did you do?" Mendez whispered as his gaze swept around him.


    The surroundings were completely devastated. The walls had deep dents with stains of blood as if someone was gutted. Meanwhile, the floor had puddles of dried blood and claw marks as if someone had just fought a beast.


    "Just what did you do?" Mendez repeated as he looked at Samael''s messy state.


    With the fatigue of the final phase of his abysmal eyes stacking one after the other due to its increasing difficulties, Samael was knocked unconscious for the entire day where he woke up around midnight, an hour before his training with Olaf.


    Samael''s eyes quivered as he slowly opened them, his gaze narrowing as he was assaulted by his vision.


    Not only had his vision gotten clearer than before, but it became sharp. It was as if he were looking through a magnified lens where everything was more vibrant and detailed.


    Unexpectedly enough, Samael did not experience a headache or eye pain like before. It only took him a few minutes before his vision had adapted to the changes.


    "Codex, show me the changes," Samael called.


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    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips. He finally finished the hellish training. Now it''s time to reap the harvest.


    With this, he is now a step closer to achieving his goal. Although he is still unsure what these ocular improvements the Codex pertains to, he''s hopeful for the future.


    After adjusting further to his enhancements, Samael went towards the forge where Olaf was conducting maintenance.


    "Boy," Olaf said, taking Samael''s attention.


    "Sir?" Samael asked.


    "You have been training at night, haven''t you?" He asked.


    Samael fell silent. How did he find out? I''m pretty sure I kept everything as he left it.


    A sign escaped Olaf''s lips. "I know because this is my forge. Everything here I memorised to the smallest details."


    "But no matter," Olaf followed as he handed Samael the tong. "Show me the fruit of your labour."


    Samael nodded as he took the tong before taking out a Grinnoid steel rod. As he does, Olaf''s eyes narrow. "Your eyes..."


    "Sir?" Samael asked as he looked at a steel dish near him.


    Samael''s eyes widened as he noticed his eyes had now changed color. From the orange-reddish colour to a blood-red hue that seems to emit a faint glow in the dark.


    Did the Void Bearer project do this? Samael couldn''t help but ask himself as he held his cheeks.


    "Did something happen?" Olaf asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," Samael said. "Let''s begin."


    Olaf slowly nodded. Clearly something had changed, but he can only see what did.


    Flicking the ignition of the forge, it began to roar as flames escaped the blast pit, heating up the entire place.


    Taking the rod and inserting it inside the pit, Samael exhaled. It was time to show Olaf the fruits of his harvest.


    With meticulous and refined movement, Samuel began to combat the flames as his eyes narrowed.


    Like he practiced for the last week or so, Samael''s vision locked into the entirety of the forge as he went into full focus.


    As the flames began to defy him, Samael''s hand followed through as he tweaked and flicked with utter precision. Precision that could rival Olaf''s skills, leaving the grandmaster to feel an emotion foreign to him.


    Thrill.


    Without losing an ounce of focus, Samael weaved back and forth, contending with the rising flames that hit the ceiling. With great precision, he began to refine the spots that were still uneven, making sure not a spot was left unfinished.


    As the seconds ticked on and the heat of the forge rose higher, Olaf knew Samael was now in the climax of the heating process.


    Locking in, Samael''s hand began to move with eye-defying speed. Each move he made was calculated and solid, not leaving the flames a chance to fight back.


    With one final push, the forge began to roar as the flames roared before dying down.


    It was complete.


    Taking out the Grinnoid steel rod, Samael presented it to Olaf as the grandmaster chuckled, a wide maniacal smile present in his face.


    "Magnificent," Olaf muttered.


    The steel was perfectly red in colour, glowing crimson without a spot of impurities or unevenness. It was perfect, perfect.


    "Congratulations, boy, you did it. You mastered the art of heating the steel," Olaf said.


    "Then...?" Samael asked.


    "Yes, this means we now proceed to the hammering part," Olaf said.


    A small smile formed in Samael''s lips as he wiped the sweat trailing down his forehead. All his hard work had paid off.


    "Do you wish to rest or continue now?" Olaf asked.


    "I wish to continue now," Samael answered.


    "Very well. Follow me," Olaf beckoned as he made his way towards the side of the forge.


    There lies a large steel hammer twice his size, an anvil, and a hammer.


    "This is where you hammer the steel to shape it to your desired weapon or armour," Olaf introduced. "This huge hammer is called the skull crusher, capable of flattening most metal."


    "What''s it for?" Samuel asked.


    "When you begin to hammer at the steel, you will use this to help your folding of the steel, further enhancing it," Olaf said.


    "Then what''s the small hammer for?" he asked.


    "That''s for removing the impurities," Olaf answered. "Unlike the heating process, the hammering phase is more procedural, but it also has its own art."


    Samael nodded as he took position, watching the grandmaster work his magic as Olaf ignited the machinery.


    Taking the heated metal Samael made, Olaf inserted it at the skull crusher as he stepped unto the pedal, causing the hammer to smash down and flatten the steel.


    Putting it in the anvil, Samael noticed that it heats the steel, which means he doesn''t have to reinsert it in the blast pit any further.


    Taking the hammer, Olaf observed the steel before he struck it with a solid yet somehow controlled blow, causing sparks to fly and metal to ring.


    Olaf began to hammer away at different spots and angles, his speed consistent and unchanging, his precision beyond of this world.


    The sound of his hammer striking the anvil almost felt musical to the ears, and the ignition of the steel was pleasing to the eyes.


    But what fascinated Samael the most was the gradual changes in the steel rod. From it''s rectangular shape, it began to morph into a blade, the impurities in the surface of the steel being chipped away one hammer at a time.


    When Olaf had finished, he put it back once more into the skull crusher as he repeated the process to the top. When he had finally finished, he raised the weapon and willed the flames to slowly die down, hardening the steel even further.


    As the colour returned to silver, a finely made blade was now all that was left.


    "This, is hammering," Olaf said. "Are you ready to learn?"


    Samael swallowed as he nodded.


    Before they began, Olaf taught Samael a few more things.


    One of the secrets to hardening the steel was to fold it multiple times. This was the purpose of the skull crusher. However, only by refining the blade to honed perfection can a steel sheet be folded again.


    However, this also means that the process will repeat as new and hidden flaws in the metal will resurface, this time more prevalent and harder to refine. With just a small mistake, you can ruin hours of hard work, rendering the steel useless.


    That being said, although you may perfectly refine the metal multiple times, it will eventually reach a limit in which you cannot fold it anymore. This is because that''s the natural limit of the material you used. This is why a stronger and rarer material is highly sought after by blacksmiths.


    Without further ado, Samael took position as he began to insert a heated metal piece under the skull crusher. Stepping unto the pedal, a loud, thunderous bang ripped through the room as the metal was flattened.


    Bringing it unto the anvil, Samael held the hammer in his hands as Olaf began to guide him.


    "To know where to hammer, you must utilise your eyes and see through the illusions of the steel," Olaf said.


    Focusing upon the metal piece, Samael sharpened his gaze as he slowly saw a morphing dark spot in the metal''s surface, moving around like water in a bowl.


    "If you see it, there will only be a small window of opportunity to strike the impurities, and that window may be random," Olaf said.


    Honing his attention, Samael carefully watched the moving spot before it came to a short halt.


    Without a second thought, Samael struck down the impurity, completely cleansing it as he went to another.


    Soon, the sound of steel clashing against steel echoed in the room as sparks flew in the air upon each strike.


    After a few more minutes, Samael had finished the first fold as Olaf shook his head in disbelief.


    To think that he could make it to his first try was already impressive, but to do so to utter perfection is another level of amazing.


    Unfortunately, it will only get harder from here. And it didn''t take long for that to sink in.


    Samael winced as he lowered his hammer, the steel in front of him dented and ruined.


    "It''s okay, boy, it happens," Olaf said. "I''m more surprised you made it to the second fold on your first try."


    Taking the steel, Olaf continued. "As you witnessed, the impurities in the blade are harder to refine in later stages of the fold as the impurities may sometimes "fool you" and move after a brief halt. This is why keen observation is a much needed factor."


    "In fact, this only worsens as you fold the steel more. Not only that, but rarer and stronger materials tend to possess more challenges in comparison to the rest," Olaf said as he patted the boy''s shoulder.


    "Be proud; you have made a great achievement today."

 149-God of War.

    After successfully finishing Olaf''s session, Samael took a short break as he reminisced about all that happened. Once he was okay, he swiftly went towards the training hall, only to see Mendez waiting there.


    "You finally decided to come," Samael said as he approached the man, his footsteps leaving metallic echoes in the air.


    "Why? Miss me?" Mendez asked as he sheathed his dagger.


    "I thought you were dead," Samael replied.


    "Bah, enough of the chitchat," Mendez said.


    "So what''s your purpose of visit?" Samael asked.


    "To check on you, especially after what happened here," Mendez said as he looked around the ruined battle hall. "This place would need complete remodelling."


    "Well, I already finished the first training you gave me," Samael said.


    "I can see that much," Mendez answered as he gazed at Samael''s blood-red, faintly glowing eyes. "It''s quite impressive and scary how fast you managed to do it. But even more terrifying what method you could have possibly used."


    "Does that even matter? I finished, and that''s it," Samael said.


    "I suppose," Mendez said as he hopped down from his seat. "That means we can now proceed to the next phase of your training."


    Snapping his fingers, the entire room began to emit a low pitch hum as the metal components began to release steam and move, cranking and shifting as they formed multiple structures.


    "What''s all this for?" Samael asked.


    "This is for your tracking training," Mendez said. "It''s simple, really."


    Taking out a plethora of discs, Mendez threw it in the air as they began to float. "You just need to follow those, and each stage, which is around 10, increases in difficulty."


    "How would you even know if I miss?" Samael asked.


    "Trust me, I''ll know. And if I see you lose contact with the objective, I''ll restart the entire test from the beginning," Mendez said.


    A sigh escaped Samuel''s lips. Each stage was varying in difficulty. Not in the way that they''re just faster but in many ways more than one.


    Some of them were simply so fast that some humans will definitely be unable to follow. Some were employing the use of interchanging trajectories that form an illusion that the objective has changed. Some had structures blocking it''s way.


    "If you''re ready, begin," Mendez said as he leaned back. "Just press that button, and it''ll begin."


    Samael nodded as he pressed the button; doing so, the green light above the machine glew bright as the discs began to rotate and move rapidly.


    Stepping onto the first platform, Samael focused his vision on the fast-moving disc, tracking its trajectory as it moved from left to right and taking sharp turns to try and leave him. Fortunately, it was rather easy, as Samael had already faced a few opponents that moved as such.


    When the machine labelled stage 1 glew bright, Mendez spoke. "Move to the next."


    Doing so, Samael shot a look at the disc as it began to blast forth with astounding speed, nearly causing Samael to lose contact with the device.


    The 2nd stage would keep employing this tactic of suddenly slowing down and speeding up with varying degrees of intensity, which left Samael on the edge of his seat. By the time he was done, he was already sweating.


    "Harder than it looks, huh," Mendez taunted as he chuckled.


    "Shut up," Samael said as he focused again.


    The third stage began as the disc rapidly rotated before separating into multiple different discs, many of which were of similar appearance.


    Without a second wasted, the device released a blaring alarm, startling Samael as he gazed at the glowing red beacon of the machine.


    "You''ve failed," Mendez said. "Not everything needs to be fast; you need to not only be able to catch up but to remember who you''re chasing. Restart from the top."


    Samael swallowed as he restarted from the top once more.


    Like earlier, he toppled the first test and had some difficulties for the second, as the patterns and movements of the discs do change every restart. But upon arrival at the third stage, Samael took a sharp breath as he kept in mind Mendez''s tip.


    As the green buzzer cast shadows upon the room, Samael sharpened his focus to the max as he watched the disc with great intent.


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    Samael''s eyes widened as the discs began to rapidly collide and retract, completely throwing Samael off. With that, the red alarm went off again.


    "You need to think faster!" Mendez taunted as Samael gritted his teeth in frustration.


    Restarting from the top, Samael did the same as earlier as he honed his focus to the max, following everything without missing even a single time.


    He breezed through the first stage and with a little less difficulty on the second, but when the third came, Samael was met with only the blaring sounds of the machine and the constant mockery of Mendez.


    Eventually, the man left after Samael failed countless times, giving him some peace for himself. But Samael did understand that in combat, silence was a luxury, for enemies would use everything just to get an edge on you.


    After countlessly repeating the same trials over and over and being fed up with the buzzer sounds, Samael finally managed to make it pass stage 3.


    A sigh escaped Samael''s lips as he wiped the bullets of sweat trailing down his forehead. Although it looks easy, it''s much harder than he thought.


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    As he glanced at the fourth stage, Samael couldn''t help but swallow. If he fails, that means he will have to redo everything from the start.


    Samael grated his teeth as he urged himself to pace forward, his hand halting a few centimetres from the red button.


    Taking a deep breath, Samael pushed as the machine ignited to life.


    Looking at the floating disc, Samael noticed straight away other floating machines that began to block his vision.


    Fortunately, he managed to pull through for the first few moves until the third, where the disc would hide behind the pillar and randomly choose a direction to reveal itself from, meaning Samael has to rely on his reaction time to catch up.


    Without a second thought, the machine released the same blaring sound in the air as Samael grunted. He was back to stage 1.


    Samael repeated the process endlessly, failing multiple times at the third stage and ultimately falling at the fourth. This cycle was almost nightmarish as the grating sounds of the machine had begun to imprint itself in his mind.


    When it came time to finally call it a day, Samael realised that it was already dark outside, and yet he barely managed to make it stage 5.


    Samael glanced at the machine as he sat down, contemplating what had just occurred and where his mistakes lie.


    The first and second were a matter of skill alone, something that he can hone upon multiple trials. But the third and fourth involved luck¡ª


    No, not luck, another aspect...


    Reaction time.


    Yes, the third and fourth trials involved reaction time, something that is quite foreign to Samael. Not in the sense that he doesn''t know of it, but rather the thought of having faster reaction time with his eyes was hard to imagine.


    Samael knows in himself that he has a good reaction speed, that is, bodily speaking. But in terms of his eye speed, that''s a different topic.


    In the first place, in all the years of his venture out in the world, he has never once trained his eyes to do such strenuous activities; he has always relied on the upgrades the Codex gave.


    Turns out, it''s his fault nonetheless.


    But now he has a goal. But how will he achieve it?


    Or perhaps...


    ***


    As Samael finished his training session with Olaf, he put down the hammer beside the anvil. Today, he made it to the second fold and nearly to the third. However, just like yesterday, he found it nearly impossible to make it to the third fold.


    "Keep working hard, and you''ll make it past the second fold eventually," Olaf said. "Do not be discouraged, for many blacksmiths find the second stage the hardest to surpass."


    Samael nodded as he wiped the beads of sweat trickling down his chin. "Sir."


    Olaf shot a glance at the boy. "What?"


    "I''d like to ask for a favour," Samael said.


    "Favour? What kind?" Olaf asked.


    "Can you craft something for me?" Samuel asked.


    "Craft?" Olaf asked, his brows furrowed. "Is this an insult?"


    Samael''s eyes widened. "No, I didn''t mean it that way. It''s just that this device I need isn''t something that''s commonly made, more so of my imagination."


    Olaf''s facial muscles began to soften as he gave the boy a nod. "I see. Well, spill it."


    Samael took out a drawing from inside his dragon horde remnant before giving it towards the grandmaster.


    "Interesting," Olaf said. "But for what purpose will this serve?"


    "Training," Samael answered.


    "Well, it''s not difficult to make, so it should be ready by noon," Olaf said.


    The device is simple, as the grandmaster said. It''s basically a device that can be mounted on surfaces and act similar to sentry weapons.


    Above the machine is a mounted ballista that fires not an arrow but rather a steel sphere. The strength of the draw isn''t enough to penetrate his skin but enough to inflict some pain. Not only that, but the speed and rate of fire can be adjusted.


    With that device, not only can he train his eye reaction time but also his body so that he may be able to make it pass the second fold.


    Without further delay, Olaf went straight to work while Samael continued to attempt passing stage 4 of Mendez''s training device but to no avail.


    When night came, Samael was visited by a Mellagun carrying two large boxes of machinery that he requested.


    Not wasting time, Samael set them up ahead and began his training. To ensure he''ll progress just right, he made sure to adjust the speed so that he can still react and see, but just enough that he''s on the edge of his seat. That added with the amount he put on was enough to let a couple bullets pass through.


    As the machines began to fire, Samael tools out Crimson Raven as he began to deflect the steel balls using the flat edge of the axe.


    The sound of steel ringing bounced off the steel walls of the training hall as Samael deflected one sphere after the other.


    However, due to the sheer number of machines, Samael had no time to breathe or relax as his arm weaved back and forth, contesting the plethora of attacks hurling his way.


    His eyes darted forward and back with great speed as he sharpened his focus to its maximum, making sure to not miss a single bolt.


    But of course mistakes were bound to follow as Samael watched a single steel ball pass by Crimson Raven, the axe missing by an inch as the attack hit him in the abdomen.


    Samael grunted as he more and more attacks began to break through his defense. Fortunately, the round was over soon enough as the machine had run out of ammunition.


    Samael''s chest rose up and down as he swept his gaze around, dozens of steel balls laying around, some closer to him.


    However, a smirk formed in Samael''s lips. Although difficult, he knew it was working.


    "I must say, that worked better than I thought," Olaf said as he walked out from the shadows, luring Samael''s attention.


    "Sir," Samael said.


    "This invention of yours can be quite useful for our soldiers," Olaf said as he tapped one of the machines.


    "Yes, yes it is," Samael muttered as he watched his reflection over the steel sphere.


    "Boy," Olaf said as Samael shot a glance at the man. "I''ve seen the way you use your weapon."


    Samael''s brows furrowed. "Sir...?"


    "In Mellagun tradition, showing one your blade work is only given to mellaguns you trust your life with," Olaf said as he began to draw something out of his storage space.


    Pulling out the weapon, Samael''s eyes were glued to the blade.


    It was a glaive.


    The glaive was taller than Olaf himself and had a silver and gold sleek design that emanated an aura of elegance and power. The blade of the weapon was nearly the length of an arm and had beautiful glowing blue runic instructions on the surface, releasing a soft hum.


    "Now, allow me to show you mine," Olaf said as he slammed the butt of his weapon down the steel floor, causing a loud bang that ripped through the room.


    As he did, the atmosphere around him shifted, as though he were watching some general in a war. Not only that, but Olaf''s demeanour morphed as well as this wise veil surrounded him.


    "Observe," he said. "Observe why they call me the God of War."


    Samael felt a chill run down his spine as Olaf lay his blade behind him, and like thunder, he thrust, a simple push, yet the force behind it was enough to rupture the training dummies on the other side of the room.


    Withdrawing the glaive back, Olaf swung down the opposite direction, the blade halting mere centimetres from the floor, still as a rock yet appearing as light as a feather.


    The force of his movements almost felt as though they were sending ripples throughout the entire room.


    But this was just the beginning.


    As Olaf opened his eyes, he began to move at a great speed, startling Samael with the sudden shift in the blade work. What seemed to be the gentle yet elegant movements have become sharp and destructive.


    Each slash he did stirred the wind and left thunderous explosions as the red cloth at the end of his glaive weaved in the air.


    Leaping in the air, Olaf did a circular attack down as he took a low stance, his face nearly hitting the floor but halting mere inches from it.


    Dragging the blade in a circular motion, he sent waves of wind through the surrounding area, blowing Samuel''s hair back as he recoiled. The wind almost felt sharp to the skin.


    Planting the Glaive back, Olaf stood upon its tip as he fell down before catching himself and kicking the blade back to his hand.


    As he did, he swiped to the left, the tip of his weapon cutting through the thick layers of steel on the floor.


    As he finished his demonstration, he slammed the butt of his weapon for the final time as Samael''s eyes widened.


    Below the man was the illustration of a large dragon soaring in the sky with flames escaping its mouth.


    When and how he did it without so much as a grating sound was beyond Samael''s understanding.


    Samael blinked as he took a deep breath, realising he had not been breathing throughout the demonstration Olaf showed.


    Samael''s fist tightened as he bowed.


    "Please teach me how to wield Crimson Raven," Samael said, and for the first time in his stay here, he saw the grandmaster smirk.


    "I thought you''d never ask."

 CH150-The perfect shadow.

    With how busy Samael''s schedule had become, he had to readjust it several times to fit everything into one.


    Now, in the early morning, he begins his forging training, followed by Olaf teaching him the ropes and how to use his weapon best. When noon comes, he''s busy doing Mendez''s task, and at night he does his reaction speed drills.


    Gritting his teeth, Samael began to hammer away at the fold of Grinnoid steel lying in the anvil, striking the metal with great precision unlike his first few dozen tries. Now, he''s able to hammer away without doubt.


    The sound of steel clashing against steel thundered in the forge as Samael''s focus was heightened to the max, his eyes locked at the impurities of the metal.


    As the hammer smashed against the steel, sparks would fly in the air, increasing the heat of the forge more than it already is.


    One by one, Samael tracked down the impurities as he rid of them without stopping, and when he finally eradicated the final one, he put it straight away under the skull crusher.


    Stepping on the pedal below, the machine dropped down with a loud boom as the entire forge trembled under the sheer force of the machine, straight away flattening the Grinnoid steel rod without mercy.


    Returning back to the anvil, Samael released a sharp sigh as he peeled his eyes over the moving targets, watching it as it moved back and forth before coming to a halt.


    Samael''s arm twitched for but a mere moment before the impurity began to swiftly slip out of the way, and had he gone for the blow, he would have failed again.


    Olaf nodded as he watched Samael outsmart the impurity. As usual, it was terrifying how fast he was growing.


    Waiting again, Samael patiently watched the flaw beat around before his eyes glinted. Without a second thought, he bought down the hammer in his hands as a loud boom ripped through the forge.


    The first impurity had been ridden off.


    A small smirk formed in Olaf''s lips. It seems today is the day he advances to the third fold.


    In the world of mellaguns, there exists what they call the achievement system. In that system are lists of requirements and feats a blacksmith is required to have done before to be considered at a specific level.


    For a novice, even just being somewhat able to heat the metal to a sub-perfection level is enough to be considered one. But advancing to the hammering process and being able to heat the steel with utter perfection is already remarked as a person near the level of a master craftsman.


    Right now, Samael is already considered a master craftsman. Stopping at the first fold is already that great of an achievement, as most weapons made with such skills can contend with those made by human grandmaster blacksmiths.


    But Samael''s thirst for greatness is truly a miracle, even amongst Mellaguns. Not only does he wish to surpass the third fold, but there seems to be no sign of stopping anytime soon.


    Olaf himself, who has lived for hundreds of years, can reach up to the 7th fold, where he made his masterpiece that he himself uses. Seeing Samael and imagining him make it past that wall he cannot overcome is enough to send his blood boiling in excitement.


    Yes, he would carve him to be something better than he, something that exceeds anyone in the history of forging.


    Beads of sweat trickled down Samael''s forearms as they fell on the anvil, swiftly sizzling before evaporating away. Yet his focus remained unbothered as he hammered away.


    Raising the hammer up, Samael''s eyes narrowed as he made micro adjustments to his form before striking down with a controlled force, something that Olaf himself does not have.


    In all the years he''s lived, he has not seen anyone with the ability to control their body to such a level; not even Icarius does.


    As Samael neared the end of the second fold, the impurities began to shake violently as they moved without stop, fleeing his strikes. But Samael rooted them one by one.


    Raising the hammer for the final time, he bought it down with a reckoning boom as he raised the steel in front of him.


    It was complete.


    "Good job, boy," Olaf said. "Are you going to continue to the third fold?"


    Samael watched his reflection at the red surface of the steel as he nodded before putting it underneath the skull crusher.


    Taking a deep breath, he stepped on the pedal as the machine fell, causing the entire forge to shake as Samael put the steel back to the anvil.


    Channelling his gaze toward the impurities, Samael did not notice anything new. It looked similar to the second fold, but he would not be fooled.


    Watching it carefully for a long time, Samael gritted his teeth.


    There was no change.


    Olaf stared at the boy''s troubled face. It was to be expected. The third fold is rather tricky at first until you begin to hammer at it. It''s like a race¡ªcalm at first and thrilling in the end.


    Watching the clock tick away, Samael sharply exhaled as he hammered at the impurity.


    A loud bang thundered in the forge as sparks flew high in the air, casting shadows over the room.


    But that was only the beginning.


    Samael flinched as he watched the impurity he hammered to explode into four different pieces, scattering around at great speed and difficulty trajectories.


    Without time to spare, Samael bought down his hammer with great speed, his form beginning to break down as he followed one smash after the other.


    Some of his shots were even quite inaccurate as he chased after the impurities. They showed no signs of stopping and often changed trajectories when the hammer is inches from it.


    With the mistakes piling, Samael bought down the hammer; the piece of Grinnoid metal is now ruined.


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    Olaf patted Samael''s shoulder. "It''s okay, boy; this was an expected outcome."


    Yes, the third fold is as such. It is a massive contrast to the second stage.


    The third fold uses this surprise tactic to impose pressure upon the blacksmith so that they may begin to crumble under the intense speed of the impurities.


    Aside from it''s abhorrent speed, the branches of impurities it scatters after the initial strike are smaller, meaning it is harder to accurately strike them, especially with how fast they''re moving and changing directions.


    Not only that, but once you begin the third fold, it sets off a chain reaction that also triggers the rest of the impurities to explode and increase in number. To succeed, you must accurately and with great speed, eliminate each flaw like it''s a virus.


    Ending their session there, Samael took a short rest as he entered meditation for the maximum effects. When all that was done and he had recovered his strength, Olaf began his first lesson.


    "I''ve seen how you fight," Olaf said. "I''ve watched some of the records and have taken note of your strengths."


    Taking out an axe similar to Samael, Olaf resumed. "However, judging by your fights, I''m fairly sure you weren''t taught much about how to handle your blade."


    Samael nodded. "I never had a formal mentor regarding weapons."


    "Well, that changes today," Olaf said. "I''ll teach a couple of things."


    "First, I teach you the basics to utmost perfection," Olaf said. "Second, I teach you the strengths of your weapon and how to fully utilise it."


    "That''s all?" Samael asked, his brows raised.


    "No, the final thing you''ll learn from me is what separates a master of the blade from others who claim themselves versed in their weapons," Olaf said.


    "That''s...?" Samael asked.


    "Blade Unity," Olaf said as he raised the axe in front of him, the blade humming as Samael felt the wind begin to pick pace, the air seemingly enough to cut him.


    Samael nodded as he took out Crimson Raven.


    "But to get there, we begin with the basics," Olaf said as he approached Samael.


    "Knowing the way you fight and teaching you the relevance of a stable stance is useless, as you won''t benefit from it," Olaf remarked as he withdrew his arm before delivering a blow that sent ripples across the room. "So instead, I''ll teach you the proper form of striking."


    "When striking, you don''t just swing your weapon blindly; you must take into account the angle of your blade, the proper use of your explosive power, and the proper use of your body," Olaf said. "Strike once, boy."


    Nodding, Samuel took a stance as he swung down, cutting through the air.


    "As expected," Olaf muttered.


    "I''m guessing I failed?" Samael asked.


    "Pretty much," Olaf said.


    Samael smiled wryly at the man''s brutal honesty. Yet somehow, he felt it was common for Mellaguns.


    "To fix your form, we begin with your body," Olaf said as he approached Samael. "Observe my swing."


    Swinging his axe once more, Samael carefully watched the blade go down.


    "When I swing, I don''t only use my arms like you do. Instead, I also use my hips and the rest of my body to support the attack; this increases the amount of power behind your hits," Olaf said. "Try it yourself."


    Samael nodded as he looked back at what Olaf did. Taking stance, Samael raised Crimson Raven as he swung down.


    "Wrong," Olaf said. "Again."


    Doing it again, Samael paid more attention to his body instead of his arm, and as he did so, he swung down, generating far more power.


    Yet, it was still not enough.


    "Wrong," Olaf said. "Again. Focus more on your hips."


    Tightening his grip, Samael took a deep breath as he swung down, making sure to use his hips and put his weight behind his slash. As the blade dropped, the wind parted and a small shockwave swept through the room.


    "That''s much better," Olaf said.


    Samael nodded as he gazed at his blade, his brows raised. That much power for such little changes?


    "Although it may seem not much to change your body movement when attacking, trust me, doing it in every attack is enough to make up for it," Olaf said. "Let''s move on to the next one."


    "Angle of attack?" Samael asked. "Isn''t that just me adjusting my blade?"


    "Yes, but also no," Olaf said. "Yes, because you are fundamentally correct. It is indeed you adjusting the angle of your weapon. But also, no, because if you''re merely moving it, then that still fails to employ what we wish to employ."


    "What changes?" Samael asked.


    "When angling your weapon, you don''t just adjust where it points, but you must also take into consideration what you wish to hit and even which parts are soft or difficult to penetrate," Olaf said. "Here."


    Taking out a dummy from his stash, Olaf set it up, and right away, Samael knew it was quite different from the rest. The dummy had organs, and even its skin felt real.


    "This dummy is as realistic as it can get. It has all the bones, blood, and even organs," Olaf said. "I will give you directions on which part I wish for you to hit and see how accurate you were."


    Samael nodded as he took position.


    "Before you begin, adjust the speed of your strike," Olaf said.


    "How so?" Samael asked.


    "Lighten your grip on the first slash and harden it when you''re about to strike the enemy to increase the power and maximise speed," Olaf said.


    Samuel gave the man a nod as he shifted his focus back to the dummy.


    "Now, strike it towards its heart," Olaf said.


    Withdrawing his arm, Samael slashed in an angle as he made sure to pay attention to his body, angle, and speed.


    As the blade hit the dummy, it cut through, tearing the dummy in half as crimson liquid painted the training hall red.


    Olaf approached the dummy, inspecting it as he shook his head. "You failed."


    Samael''s brows rose as he approached the dummy, checking it like Olaf did, and straight away he saw the mistakes.


    "Again," Olaf said as he took out more dummies, laying them in a straight line.


    Samael swallowed as he took position once more. "Same target?"


    "Same target," Olaf confirmed.


    Retracting his arm back, Samael drew down as Crimson Raven struck the dummy, cutting through it''s flesh like it''s paper.


    However, one word echoed in the room.


    "Again."


    This kept repeating as Samael did the drill endlessly, slicing down, observing his form, and yet failing.


    However, slowly but surely, he was starting to see progress.


    Keeping it at it, Samael paid extra attention to his body as he twisted his hips with his entire body, generating large amounts of power as he drove the blade down.


    Without stop or rest, he did this for hours on end as noon came by.


    "This is enough for today," Olaf said.


    "DId I progress?" Samael asked as he wiped the sweat off his body.


    "Your body form had gotten better than compared to before. But you could use more torque on your upper body and legs," Olaf said. "As for your angles, zero progress so far. But your speed is getting better."


    Samael nodded as he sat down.


    "It is to be expected. After all, years of bad habits had polluted your body," Olaf said. "But do not worry; I shall aid in breaking you down."


    Samael felt a chill run down his spine.


    "Now, I must get back to work," Olaf said as he left within another word.


    ***


    "Not bad," Mendez said as he revealed himself from the shadows. In front of him is Ajax, kneeling on the floor, exhausted.


    "To think you would be able to get this far in such a short amount of time is truly enviable," Mendez praised.


    Although Mendez said he would teach both the same thing, that, of course, was not the entire truth.


    Upon seeing Ajax''s element, he began to get curious and understood that his shadow was different from his.


    Mendez''s shadow was sly and stealthy, using it to his advantage to get around his opponents and strike them in the shadows.


    But Ajax? Ajax''s shadow is different. It''s what one would think if they said shadow. Something adaptive and ever-changing, yet never... changing.


    The perfect shadow.


    So he decided to train him to push the limits of his adaptability beyond that which he believed was the limit.


    With how well he absorbs the things he''s taught with, Mendez kept throwing everything at Ajax, forcing him to learn them.


    Right now, he''s already considered really good at stealth and shadow manipulation.


    "Get up," Mendez said. "Once more."


    Gritting his teeth, Ajax rose up as he stepped into the darkness of the room, merging with it.


    Mendez smiled as he twirled, closing his eyes as he ducked, a sword passing by his head.


    "C''mon, you''re better than this," Mendez said as he pivoted when his foot was held in place.


    Unable to move away, Mendez unsheathed his dagger as he deflected the weapon¡ª


    Mendez''s eyes widened as he jerked his head to the side before turning and blocking, only for his blade to be swiped out of his hand, thrown away by a tendril of shadow.


    "Clever. You''ve begun to read me," Mendez said as he shifted his gaze to Ajax''s dagger, inches from his neck. "Not only did you hide a second dagger on the first one you threw, wounding me, but you predicted my next course of action."


    "Unfortunately, you''re still too weak to best me," Mendez said as Ajax looked down, looking at a dagger near his heart, held by the man.


    And so the cycle repeats.

 CH151-Runic imprinting.

    Samael''s life in the sanctuary had gotten even busier than ever before. Without time for leisure, his routine was full to the brim.


    He trained and trained and trained without stop as he progressed through his reaction time training little by little. What started slow and few in number was slowly tuned to become more deadlier.


    Using what he learnt and developed in Mendez''s training, Samael also began to apply in his forging session. He''s learnt to incorporate the necessary speed and reaction time to strike upon the impurities in rapid succession.


    Turns out, even what Olaf taught him in their combat sessions had their own use in forging, leaving Samael with a thought. Perhaps Olaf is so good at fighting and weapons because he''s also grandmaster in smithing?


    As the day began, Samael would find himself hammering away at the forge as he bought down his hammer without stop, causing sparks to fly in the sky and shadows to dance on the walls.


    For each impurity he ends, another one would replace, repeating this endless cycle of cleansing and corruption.


    However, as Samael failed to make it past halfway, he wore a smile even amidst his failures. At first he couldn''t even make it past the initial fire-up of the forging process, yet now he can make it halfway.


    He was making good progress.


    And so the cycle would repeat.


    "Harden your core!" Olaf roared as Samael swung endlessly for hours on end.


    Giving huge emphasis on his body''s torque, Samael gave his utmost as his grunts echoed upon every slash, leaving small shockwaves rippling through the training hall.


    Not only that, but Samael''s began to utilise his vision even more than before as he kept on attempting to find and fix his angles only to end up in failure.


    On the brighter side of things, his muscles had finally begun to adapt to his new fighting style, and thus he is now committing less and less of his past mistakes.


    "Again!" Olaf roared.


    Raising his axe high, Samael roared as he swung down with a reckoning boom, causing the dummy to explode in a mess of gore.


    And yet the cycle repeats.


    Samael''s eyes flew open as he jerked his head to the side, narrowly avoiding a steel ball hurling towards his face as the sphere embedded itself upon the metal confines of the training hall, leaving a nasty dent that would have been his face.


    Without time to worry about the initial speed of the attack, Samael''s figure swiftly dove before weaving back and forth, avoiding a wave of projectiles while dozens more he parried to the side.


    The sounds of the steel balls hitting Samael''s axe sounded like cannons firing consecutively and without stop, as some caused sparks to illuminate the entire room for a few seconds.


    Yet, in this onslaught of attacks, Samael remained unfazed as he gritted his teeth, keeping his speed consistent and his focus sharp as a razor blade.


    When the final projectile had been deflected, Samael smiled as he watched the small sea of steel balls around him, not a single one making it past his guard.


    After days of training, he has now spent roughly 3 weeks in the sanctuary, and those 3 weeks have not been easy. But because of that, he''s forced to be stronger than ever before.


    He has about 2 months and a week left before proceeding to Oros to finalise his training. Time was slowly running out. Thus, Samael had begun to grind his bones to dust to make ends meet.


    Right now, he''s already managed to increase the difficulty about five times of the first time he tried this training method. And merely four days had passed.


    But he''s not stopping soon. There simply was no way to do so.


    Another cycle repeats.


    Samael''s eyes swivelled and he raced around like an arrow, darting forward and back as he chased after the disc in the machine.


    He was now in stage five, and the severity of the training had gone by multiple folds. Not only did the system incorporate multiple other ways to fool him, such as the use of illusions or copying the disc with barely any changes to its appearance, but it also began to use difficult environments like fog to make it even harder.


    Following the disc without stop, Samael grunted as he struggled to chase after the device going through the low-light environment and even passing through multiple blockades with dozens emerging from the other side.


    Eventually, the blaring sound of the machine alarm rang loud as Samael sighed in frustration. However, he did not yield as he slammed the start button without mercy.


    "No, not enough. Again!"


    And so the cycle would repeat.


    As more days passed and nearly a week had gone by, Samael pushed himself beyond the limits that more and more Mellaguns had started to take notice of him.


    They began to admire his work ethics, and some even had started to follow his way of life and routine, dedicating themselves to bettering their craft like he does, without rest and without stop.


    One Mellagun in particular watched Samael with great intent and admiration as he observed him slowly rise through the difficulties of his training.


    Hiding behind the large columns, Zargot, a young Mellagun, watched Samael stand in the centre of the room, surrounded by dozens upon dozens of machines mounted in different angles and positions.


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    As the boy opened his eyes and the first round was shot, Zargot''s eyes glinted in surprise as he watched Samael''s inhuman movements as he dodged, slid, and parried the projectiles with a sense of grace he had never seen before.


    This was his first encounter with the boy.


    Intrigued by Samael''s identity, the young Mellagun began to investigate further about him as he followed Samael''s journey to the last bit.


    Fuelled by his curiosity, he went to visit another day where he saw Samael hammer away at the impurities of the steel in front of him, his speed and precision igniting an emotion Zargot has never felt.


    So he kept following Samuel''s journey. Day by day he would rise early in the morning just to watch Samael from a distance and his pursuit of perfection.


    He observed as the boy conquered the stages of Mendez''s cruel training one by one, celebrating with him in secrecy and lamenting with him in frustration.


    He was there when Samael bandaged his bruises and applied cream to his sore muscles, sometimes even leaving medicine by the door of his room, disguising it as an act of kindness by Olaf.


    He documented his feats, reminiscing and detailing each step he took as his form began to improve day by day.


    He was there, and he was inspired by Samael''s courage and will.


    Zargot''s family was lost years ago when they went on a venture towards one of the other sanctuaries to aid in the war efforts and craft weapons for the soldiers there. However, their carriage was ambushed by hordes of beasts and was lost.


    Zargot recovered no one. He didn''t even have the ability to raise a funeral for them, for he was too young. He had no possessions but the hammer of his father.


    He was left alone.


    His ideals began to be twisted as he looked at the war and thought to himself how futile all of this was.


    They kept fighting, and yet they''ve made no progress. There were only the dead and those that were left behind, too little to be looked upon by the people fighting.


    So it was a massive surprise as Zargot willingly approached a smithy, asking to be taught to forge, and for once in his years of living, he took up a hammer.


    He became diligent as he trained like Samael did, each day striving for his best. The people saw this, and they admired his spirit and how much he''s changed.


    Using what he learnt over time, he made a simple item, but something he poured his all into creating.


    A set of forearm guards.


    Packaging the item, Zargot hastily made his way out of the forge as he ran across town, meeting a few people on his way.


    "What''s got you riled up, young Zargot?" A mellagun asked.


    "No time to waste! I''m in a hurry, sir!" Zargot said as he breezed through the wind.


    Nearing the place, Zargot exhaled as he began to walk towards the forge when a loud scream thundered, causing him to run in assistance when someone held him back.


    "Not now, boy," Olaf said as he held back the boy before pointing towards the forge.


    Following Olaf''s fingers, Zargot shot a look inside the smithy, where Samael was currently celebrating his victory for passing the fifth fold. A victory worthy of being written into legends.


    Samael screamed at the top of his lungs as he wore a satisfied smile. Weeks of hardship and nonstop training all led up to this.


    "I''m guessing you made this for him?" Olaf asked.


    "Y-yes," Zargot replied, his eyes stuck on the boy, the flames in his heart burning even brighter. He''s left wondering, Just how great must it feel to surpass the wall before you?


    "I shall give it to him. Besides, I know you don''t want to be revealed," Olaf said as he entered the forge, leaving the boy bewildered at this revelation.


    Maybe he needs to work on his stealth sometimes.


    ***


    Samael wiped the sweat off his face with a towel as he saw Olaf approach him.


    "Here, boy," Olaf said as he handed Samael a box. "Don''t open it yet. Only do so when you''ve finished your training. Consider it my early congratulatory gift."


    Samael nodded as he put the box inside his dragon horde remnant.


    Ever since beginning his hammering training, nearly two months have passed. He only has a month left before they depart.


    He has also finished Mendez''s training for eye coordination and speed and has since finished the man''s training for the sentry''s eyes.


    During his final training, where he had to create a lens of essence to amplify his vision, Samael actually followed the Codex''s training plan as the system had already laid out a better plan, which caused Mendez severe confusion as to how Samael could improve so fast.


    This was even more so when Samael demonstrated how he can infuse his element straight into his eyes, causing the man to go into an uproar for a while.


    However, he did finish it in the end. And as he did, he obtained something greater than sentry''s eyes.


    Another Insignia.


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    Harnessing the power of the Void and its watchful eyes, you have achieved yet another great achievement!


    You have gained an insignia!


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    [Void Seeker]


    As they gaze upon thee, thou gazes back.


    Rank: Chained.


    Grants the host the following:.


    Allow the host to perceive enemy critical points and weaknesses.


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    Although vague at first, Samael understood right away the strength of this skill.


    Much like Mendez''s sentry eyes, the ability does help the user to find the weaknesses of his foes. However, Mendez''s ability only applies as a general application. The ability is able to point where the enemy is weak but not precisely.


    Samael''s Void Seeker ability is precise. Not only does it pinpoint the weaknesses of the enemy, but it marks it with a red sigil.


    The size of the mark and its colour show how weak the enemy is to those strikes and even aid him in deciding which angle is best to hit. Not only that, but there are also multiple white insignia, and upon experimentation, Samael found out that although they''re not critical shots, they are what Samael considers as gaps.


    Gaps, when tested, are parts of the enemy that he can strike instead of the critical points, as those parts can be heavily defended. When struck enough, gaps can transition to critical points and are able to inflict severe pain on the enemy.


    Now Mendez has started his training regarding the use of killing intent.


    As for his forging, he''s already reached the fifth fold, which is already enough to consider him a superb master blacksmith in mellagun standards. In fact, he''s advancing to the final phase of his learning, which is runic imprinting.


    As for his weapon mastery, Samael is now able to consistently do strikes with great form, angling, and speed. His muscle memory had finally caught up, and he does it seamlessly in comparison to him before.


    Due to this, Samael is able to proceed to the next stage, which is the utilisation of his weapons strengths and weaknesses.


    "Remember, boy, your weapon is a Tomahawk axe, meaning it''s lighter and has the ability to be thrown," Olaf said. "Your weapon suits your aggressive style of combat due to this."


    "Then does it mean there''s nothing else I can learn?" Samael asked.


    "You can only improve it further," Olaf said. "I suppose this is to be expected of someone who managed to find his soul weapon."


    "Then does this mean I''m now going to proceed with blade unity?" Samael asked.


    "Yes," Olaf confirmed. "Tell me, do you have any idea what blade unity is?"


    Samael fell silent for a moment. "Perhaps the total mastery of the weapon?"


    "No," Olaf said. "Rather, it''s the connection of the soul to the weapon that will allow you to enter the flow of state, giving you the ability to wield your blade like it''s your hand and a part of your body."


    Samael''s eyes widened. "When I first got Crimson Raven, it felt as if he''s an extension of me. Is that it?"


    "Yes, you must have entered it for a brief moment since it was triggered by your enlightenment," Olaf confirmed. "Now we aim to do it even without the aid of enlightenment."


    "So what''s the first step?" Samael asked.


    "Well, first, you need to learn Runic imprinting."


    Samuel''s brows furrowed.


    "What."

 CH152-Wake up.

    The sounds of steel gently grinding through stones echoed in the steel confines of Samael''s room, along with the faint glow of blue hitting his face.


    Each time he went to ingrain the runes, the more the hue glew bright, casting shadows upon the room.


    With one final line, Samael put down the pen as he took a final look at his creation.


    It was shit.


    Samael sighed as he threw the rock away, the stone adding up to the pile of rubbish by the far side of his abode, forming a small mountain.


    Runic imprinting was difficult, to say the least. He had to start grinding his gears by reading books after books pertaining to the art of running along with its principles and dozens of theories, most of which he doesn''t even understand.


    Fortunately, with the help of the Codex, Samael is somewhat able to understand the things the books he''s reading are saying.


    Runic imprinting is a whole process. He first begins by visualising the rune he wishes to print and begins carving upon his chosen material. The harder and rarer the object, the harder it is to inflict effects on.


    Runic imprinting offers a variety of benefits, such as the ability to put elemental energy on an object that you may use to initiate elemental reactions or even flat-out absorb in case you need some for backup.


    However, what he was attempting to learn is the art of weapons spirit. By waking up the weapon spirit of your blade, one is able to unlock it''s full potential and allow it to manifest an ego and sentience. It is also the only way to understand and achieve blade unity, which Olaf has.


    But it did bother Samael how the Grandmaster keeps saying he has not done it when he is able to manifest blade unity.


    So he asked.


    Apparently, Olaf was able to use blade unity not because he''s achieved the art of weapon spirit but rather because he''s had an enlightenment, one that allowed him to understand a portion of waking the weapon spirit.


    However, even after so long, that fraction remained nothing but a mere fragment of the grand picture.


    Samael has been burning away his time, understanding books after books as he kept on coming, trying to understand that which even Olaf couldn''t.


    It was demoralising. Why wouldn''t it be? Olaf was a literal Grandmaster of forging and has been so for years, yet even he cannot make it past the solid wall blocking the path.


    But Samael was not going to lose now. He has already made it so far just to drop everything and back away. Not to mention, things are moving now; he can feel it.


    Although they were silent about it, the tension in the air was deafening. The wind had gotten freezing cold, and whispers of a great war plagued the continent.


    He''s seen it, even if they wanted to hide it. The engines of the forges here roar even at night, not stopping, unrelenting.


    The amount of resource cargo entering and leaving at the same day had tripled since last week when he finally began his journey of rune smithing.


    And most of their deliveries are weapons and armour.


    Yes, war was upon them. What Icarius had feared is upon them.


    With a month remaining in his stay here, Samael is running out of precious time, something that he cannot buy.


    Gritting his teeth, Samael took another stone as he began to imprint upon it.


    As the pen began to touch the stone, a faint glow illuminated the room in its brilliance, casting shadows upon the walls as the sound of humming echoed.


    Little by little, Samael began to etch at the stone as he carved, slowly but surely.


    Each grain of the stone, each corner, and each gap he made sure to take care of with extreme precision and carefulness.


    Unfortunately, he once again failed.


    The stone shattered into pieces as its dust fell down the floor, adding to the pile of shattered stones beneath his feet.


    Wiping his hand with a cloth, Samael rose up as he began to make his way towards the training grounds.


    His training with Mendez was going fairly well. He had made significant progress with his utilisation of his bloodlust.


    Fortunately, if he can even call it lucky, is that he''s already quite adept at using his killing intent.


    Due to that, he is able to jump a few steps that he''s already familiar with and use often.


    The utilisation of one''s killing intent is basically to use your bloodlust to gnaw away at your enemy''s thinking, defence, and will, forcing them to be vulnerable. Pair that with the sentry''s eyes, and you will create the final lesson, the kill path.


    Upon arrival at the training grounds, Mendez stood there, waiting for Samael, along with Ajax sitting at the corner, sharpening his blade.


    "You''re finally here. I''m thinking you''re ready?" Mendez asked.


    "Yes," Samael said with a nod.


    This past week, he''s been able to complete all of Mendez''s training with ease. To use your bloodlust... is quite simple.


    Utilise your rage and killing intent.


    Although simple by nature, many struggle to do this, as this would mean you''d need to harness anger at its purest form and control it instead of being controlled by it.


    But Samael... He was able to generate rage with ease like no other, surprising Mendez and Ajax.


    He did not know why, but perhaps it was not just him.


    The Void and Crimson Raven were filled with unfiltered rage burning in their cores, hidden within Samael, waiting for a chance to break free of his shackles.


    He simply allowed a little to seep out.


    The only problem was controlling his rage, controlling that infernal anger, and not being devoured by it. That''s the hard part.


    Ever since he had felt anger, he knew in himself how easily consumed he is by his emotions, overwhelmed and always defeated by it.


    He tried controlling it but to no avail.


    Developments and acceptance for his powers had indeed helped significantly, but only to an extent. It was still there, lurking.


    "If you''re ready, begin," Mendez said as he began to brace, something he himself doesn''t do easily.


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    It was dangerous, even for him.


    Samael nodded as he kneeled to the floor, allowing himself to be chained dozens of times in different locations of his body, securing him tightly to the floor.


    Tugging at the solid chains, Samael took a deep breath.


    Time to face his demons once more.


    Closing his eyes, Samael''s consciousness began to drift as his chest began to feel warmer by the second.


    Samael''s face began to furrow as the heat began to spike higher, eventually feeling like he was burning.


    But Samael endured, not even showing hints of discomfort as he began to calm himself.


    But that was only the start.


    Before his eyes, the world around his consciousness shattered to pieces, shifting along with the sounds and scenery.


    Opening his eyes, he gazed around as he clenched his jaw.


    He was back here once more.


    Then it came.


    "Run! NOW!" a man roared as he clashed blades with a man adorned in a white robe laced in gold.


    The man had black hair and black eyes; he wore a simple white tunic stained in blood, even resembling Samael''s face slightly.


    Samuel flinched as he felt tears trickle down his cheeks.


    The man blocked and parried the attacks of the assailants as he took down one of them, only for another to replace him.


    Samael''s hands began to form a fist as he struggled to look beside him.


    "Mom! What is happening? I''m scared!" A kid with black hair said as he tightly held to his mother, his cheeks glistening under his tears.


    "Shh... Shh... It''s okay... Everything will be okay." The woman enveloped the kid in her protective embrace as she caressed his hair.


    Yes, he knew this one very well. It had haunted his dreams thousands of times.


    "Where''s father?" The kid asked.


    "Y-your father... He will be back." The woman replied, her words stuck to her throat, as though a stone were lodged between them.


    "For now, I need you to be a good boy and listen to me." Her grip tightened and her fingers quivered as she held the boy, inching her face close to his.


    Soon, explosions thundered in the background as his mother hugged the kid.


    "It will be okay," the woman whispered as she caressed the boy''s head, for she knew this was their final talk.


    Hearing the distant footsteps coming their way, Samael closed his eyes as the sound of blades clashing echoed.


    Looking at his father, Samael watched him be impailed by steel blades, staining the ground with his blood.


    Samael stared at the man for a long time as he heard the same line that shattered his heart again and again.


    "Look at me! Look at me!" The woman pleaded, tears drenched her pale cheeks. "You have to run, okay? You run and don''t look back. Promise me!"


    Samael bit his lips as blood began to trail down his chin, staining his clothes as he closed his eyes.


    As this nightmare played before his eyes, Samael could only listen and watch as his family was massacred once more.


    Closing his eyes, Samael''s nails dug at his palm as blood began to crawl down his palms.


    "Is that it? You''re just going to watch?"


    Samael''s eyes blasted open as he came face to face with his family''s murderers, gathering around him as the man before him showed Samael his mother''s severed head.


    "Aren''t you going to do something?"


    Samael closed his eyes once more as he endured, blocking out all the noise and taunts they said when the man spoke once more.


    "That''s right, you''re a coward in the end."


    "Do you know what she said in her final moments?"


    "Please don''t kill me."


    "Too bad, my hand slipped."


    Samael''s eyes flew open as he watched the men laugh hysterically, his ears ringing.


    Meanwhile, Mendez''s and Ajax''s faces began to frown as they watched Samael''s bloodlust begin to spike through the roof, his hands pulling at the shackles.


    "Fuck," Mendez muttered as he prepared his sleeping poison.


    Samael stared at the man for a long time, his mind blank.


    The man came face to face with Samael as he spoke.


    "That''s right, she begged."


    Onyx black smoke blazed out of Samael''s face as Void matter devoured his body, forming a face with three eyes as he grabbed the man by the neck before completely deleting his body from existence.


    Yet Samael''s rage did not subside.


    Meanwhile, Samuel''s true body exploded and burst into flames like black smoke, engulfing him entirely as he began to tug at the shackles, swiftly shattering a few of them.


    Mendez''s face paled. "FUCK! AJAX!"


    The two rushed to Samael as they attempted to sedate him.


    But before they could reach him, Samael completely deleted the shackles before he vanished.


    Mendez and Ajax halted their steps as they slowly looked beside them where Samael''s figure stood.


    He was devoured by Void matter, as if he had become formless and was merely mimicking the shape of a human.


    He was darkness; he was the depths...


    He was the Void.


    Before they could move, Samael''s fist smashed against their faces as the two were sent flying at the opposite ends of the room.


    Back in his consciousness, Samael rampaged as he tore through one assassin at a time, tearing them limb from limb before completely eradicating them from reality.


    He did not know what was happening.


    He was angry¡ªtoo angry.


    Devoid of any reasoning, Samael''s real body acted as he did in the illusions, startling Ajax and Mendez as the two gritted their teeth, the taste of iron present in their mouths.


    "To think a brat can make me bleed," Mendez said as he spat to the side.


    This was too dangerous. Whatever was happening inside Samael''s spiritual realm was causing his body to bypass its natural limit, causing intense damage to his body.


    Mendez didn''t even know it was a possibility until now. In the last few days they''ve been trying to overcome Samael''s lack of control; they''ve only experienced minor issues such as fainting or misfires of abilities, never total possession.


    But right now, no matter how much they wanted to help him, it was impossible. Looking at Samael... No, whatever that is, with Sentry''s eyes, Mendez could only laugh wryly.


    There was no opening.


    Not a single one.


    It was as if he was staring at something he could not comprehend. As if he were staring at... nothing.


    Mendez shook his head as he tried to focus, but no matter how much he tried, the results were the same.


    That isn''t something human; that is something else.


    Back in his inner world, Samael''s eyes shifted towards another soldier as his figure blitzed through the man, causing his body to explode to pieces. In real life, he smashed through a wall, tearing it as the remains began to disintegrate rapidly.


    "Fuck!" Mendez cussed. "We need to stop him or he''ll tear this place apart!"


    "If he doesn''t tear himself first," Ajax said as he looked at the small glowing fractures in Samael''s smoke-like form.


    As Mendez and Ajax recovered and advanced, Samael in his inner world saw the two as more enemies approaching him and without hesitation blinked towards them.


    Mendez''s eyes widened as the moment his eyes blinked, Samael was gone and he was currently lying in a rubble of metal debris.


    "This is insane," Mendez said as he held his bruised cheek and spit out a broken tooth. "Really fucking insane."


    Rising up, Mendez''s whole atmosphere shifted. He cannot take Samael lightly anymore; he was too dangerous; thus, he''ll deal with him accordingly.


    Taking out a dagger from his waist, Mendez wiped the blood from his lips.


    Meanwhile, Ajax grunted as he rose up from the floor, his helmet shattered with half of his basically corroded.


    But instead of going in blindly, tendrils of shadows began to extend from his back. It was time to fight seriously and show what he learnt from Mendez, but he never thought it would be this way.


    Meanwhile, Samael kept rampaging all over the place as he had already ripped multiple dummies and movable walls in his rage.


    Samael kept seeing nothing but the people who murdered his family, blinding him to everything else as he allowed himself to be free.


    As he was approaching another sentry dummy, Samael''s Void form''s eyes furrowed as it weaved to the side, completely avoiding Mendez''s surprise attack.


    However, it didn''t end there as Samael leaped in the air, avoiding the shadow tendrils attempting to pin him down.


    But as he did, Mendez''s own shadow caught him in the air as it held tight to his feet, but to the assassin''s surprise, his shadow was simply erased the moment it touched Samael.


    Before Mendez could react, Samael burst down as he sent Mendez flying with a knee before appearing inches from him and dragging him through the entire room.


    Ajax followed hastily as he sent both his shadow spawns at Samael as well, attempting to take him down, but the Void simply opened its lips as a heavy commanding voice echoed.


    "Kneel."


    Ajax and his puppets smashed down knee first as they looked at a titanic white eye stare at them from above, causing their bodies to be paralysed in a form of fear they had not felt before.


    The eye had a black sclera with radiant white pupils that seemed to contain countless swirling vortex, no, realities, and endless knowledge; it contained the truth.


    Ajax began to bleed from his eyes as he couldn''t take off his gaze from it; it was... dominating.


    His shadows had begun to disperse as their bodies crumbled under the weight of the eyes power.


    Meanwhile, Mendez could only stand there as Samael held his neck, choking him down the floor.


    In Samael''s world, he choked the very man who murdered his mother, his eyes blurry and unsure. But his will manifested and was rageful.


    He was going to make them feel the amount of pain they caused him¡ªall the years of loss and agony he had to endure in a cold prison cell.


    At least he thought so. Not until she manifested.


    Samael blinked twice as the figure he was choking had shifted to a familiar girl with those bright red eyes full of passion and ambition, dreams of exploring and going on an adventure.


    "Lilith...?" Samael muttered, his voice dark and muffled.


    Samael released his hand as Mendez was finally able to breathe.


    "I-I didn''t m-mea¡ª"


    Lilith caressed the boy''s cheeks as she smiled.


    Yes, she was always understanding and patient with him. Always so selfless.


    Looking at his hands, Samael began to shake. Is this what he had become? A monster? Like them?


    Standing up, the necklace in Samael''s neck began to glow crimson, slowly snuffing out the anger he felt.


    Looking back, Samael saw everything begin to crumble to pieces as he saw his reflection in the puddle of blood he had created, and for a brief second, he saw sadness in the eyes of the abyss.


    This wasn''t him.


    This was never who he was.


    Yes, it was time to wake up.

 CH153-The truth.

    Samael dropped to his knees with a loud bang as dust was stirred in the air before his body smashed down the floor with a reckoning boom, unconscious.


    Mendez sighed as he massaged his necks, still feeling Samael''s fingers on his throat along with the ridges it formed.


    "Fucking hell," Mendez said as he cracked his neck.


    Meanwhile, Ajax simply sat down as he leaned over the shattered steel walls of the training hall.


    In all the time he''s been with Samael, that is the first time he has seen him so angry, so... full of rage. There have been moments, yes, but never this severe. Not to mention that power...


    After spending some time thinking what next, the two eventually brought Samael back to his room as they too began to treat their own wounds.


    It didn''t take long before another person came running inside Samael''s abode.


    "Took you long enough," Mendez said as he hissed at the pain of his bruised neck.


    "I only heard it now," Olaf said as he entered the room.


    "Who''s that? A second apprentice?" Mendez asked as he pointed his finger at a young mellagun following closely behind Olaf. "I thought you weren''t going to take another disciple?"


    "I didn''t," Olaf said as he approached Samael''s bedside. "How about you introduce yourself, boy?"


    "Zargot, sir," Zargot said as he too took a peek over Olaf''s waist.


    "What had happened?" Olaf asked as he examined Samael''s wounds.


    Samael had burns in his body, not just any ordinary burns¡ªburns he has not seen in all his years on this planet. Not only that, but it seems his burns were healing him now after it had done the damage.


    "Training happened, and then this," Mendez said.


    "What kind of training does this...?" Olaf asked as he looked over Mendez.


    "It was real training, okay?" Mendez said as he saw Olaf''s glare. "We needed to conquer his emotions to finalise the second stage. But clearly, something is not wrong with this kid."


    "Or you''re approaching it incorrectly," Olaf said as he shifted his gaze back to the boy. "Something burdens him severely, and you force him to face it; of course it''s bound to go wrong."


    "That''s how I did it," Mendez said, his voice melancholic. "Look how I turned out!"


    "That''s exactly it," Olaf said. "Look how you turned out."


    "Ouch," Mendez whispered as he leaned back.


    Just on time, Samael grunted as his eyes began to scrunch up. Opening them, he looked around as he saw all the people in the room.


    "What...?" Samael muttered when he saw his reflection on the mirror in front of his bed.


    Looking at his burnt hands, Samael could feel the traces of Void matter in them, slowly being sucked in his body.


    He overdid it again.


    Samael sighed as he rested his head back down on the pillow.


    Although he did go overboard again, he was not frustrated or angry; in fact, he was surer than ever on what he needed to do next.


    He knows what to do now, but he doesn''t know if he has the strength to do it. He doesn''t know if his wounds from then had already healed. Perhaps it will never heal until he faces his own origins.


    Perhaps this was the only way to understand who he truly is and why everything that has happened to him did so.


    It was time to return...


    Home.


    ***


    "Then you went insane and beat up Ajax!" Mendez retold Samael the events. "But of course not me; I stopped you; this bruise on my neck is my own doing."


    Samael simply gave the man a nod. While Olaf shook his head at his shamelessness.


    "How do you feel, boy?" Olaf asked.


    "I feel fine," Samael said. "Although it may look bad right now, it didn''t mean to hurt me."


    "It?" Olaf asked.


    "It''s... complicated," Samael said.


    "Well, we all have our secrets," Olaf said. "So tell us, what is on your mind?"


    Samael fell silent, his gaze staring at the white blanket he''s holding, unknowingly clutching them.


    Mustering his courage, he spoke.


    "Home."


    Olaf and Ajax''s brows rose as Mendez asked. "What''s with all this reaction? What''s wrong with his home?"


    "What of it?" Olaf asked.


    Samael looked at the window on his left as he began to reminisce about a past long gone in the vastness of time.


    He only remembered so little. Then again, he was so little when it all happened. It had already been 11 years since he''d last seen home.


    "Mendez''s training revolved around controlling one''s rage. But I never truly could, no matter how much I tried," Samael said. "But I know now that which I need to do."


    "So you finally understood where to start," Olaf said. "So you''re..."


    "Yes, it is time to return home," Samael said.


    "But I thought it was gone?" Ajax asked.


    "Gone? Control? HOME? Can anyone please enlighten me?" Mendez said.


    "It is," Samael said.


    "Then why? Why not spare yourself from the memories of that days tragedy?" Ajax asked.


    "What do you think I''ve been doing for the past 11 years of my life?" Samael asked, shutting down Ajax.


    "I''ve been running away from it every day of my life, from every waking moment to every single time I close my eyes to sleep, hoping that I don''t dream of it," Samael said. "But it never really worked that way, didn''t it?"


    "But when I was there, in the middle of that nightmare, a thought occurred to me," Samael said. "What if it''s time to face it? Face the fact that all of that is gone and I need to get a grip."


    "Is that really it?" Olaf asked as he held the boy''s shoulder. "Is that really what you feel?"


    Samael looked at the man.


    "No."


    Samael''s hands began to tighten as a rip echoed in the room, causing Mendez to slowly reach for his dagger, and so did Ajax.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "I want to rip those that took everything from me limb by limb and allow them to have a taste, even just a fragment of the pain I went through," Samael said as he slowly began to rip the blanket apart.


    "I want them to suffer just as I did and make them beg for me to kill them¡ªbut I won''t! I WANT THEM ALIVE TO LIVE WITH THEMSELVES AND THE AGONY I HAD LIVED WITH MY ENTIRE LIFE!" Samael roared as the entire room shook under the violence of his bloodlust. Yet, even then, Olaf remained holding him.


    "That is how I feel," Samael said as a lone tear trickled down his eyes, the killing intent slowly dying down, leaving nothing but the suffocating silence.


    "But?" Olaf asked as Samael''s hand began to loosen.


    "But then she came, and I fear once more that if I lose control, she would get hurt and I would lose the only family I have left," Samael said as another lone tear escaped his crimson eyes, falling down the ripped blanket.


    "You are correct," Olaf said as he removed his hand and leaned back. "Losing control is indeed a recipient of danger... but it is also the recipient of another."


    "What is that?" Samuel asked.


    "Relief," Olaf said. "And freedom."


    "Then I suppose it truly is time to go back," Samael said as he sighed. "Yet, I don''t know if I have the courage to do it myself."


    "You won''t be alone," Olaf said. "I would not be your master if I did not have the ability to be there when it matters."


    After another day, they would embark on a journey towards Samael''s hometown. Fortunately, he still remembered the location of the place.


    As they travelled towards the place, Samael shifted his gaze out the windows as he watched the trees they were passing by.


    How nostalgic it was; it reminded him of the days when he and his family would ride out with their horses to have a picnic by the cliff. Oh, what he would do to have that one more time.


    As the carriage went on in it''s march, they eventually halted as Samael''s jaw tensed.


    This was it.


    Yet he could not muster the power to move. He simply sat there, in silence, watching the wooden door.


    It was only when Olaf held the boy by the shoulders that he broke out of his trance.


    "We''ll be there," Olaf said.


    Samael nodded as he swallowed.


    Opening the door of the carriage, it began to slowly swing open as Samael made his way out.


    Turning around, wind blew over his hair as he winced at the sight of it all.


    In front of him was what remained of his family''s house.


    Ruins.


    Towering stones and burnt wood stood in the barren earth surrounding the area, with corroded blades and armour hanging around.


    Yet, even amidst this destruction, he could still vividly recognise the house he lived in and the layout of the area.


    A lone tear slid down Samael''s cheeks as he took a step forward, then another, and so on, only stopping when he was in the middle.


    Looking down at the weathered cobblestone floor, a drop of tear smacked down the floor, staining it once more.


    Yes, it was here. It was here when he lost his mother. It was in this very place.


    Looking ahead, Samael saw the exact body of his mother, lying on her knees with swords impaled in her back.


    He blinked.


    Now, there was only the destruction and that which is left.


    Moving past the area, Samael''s steps were heavier than the last as he stopped once more where multiple rusty swords impaled in the floor.


    His father''s grave.


    This is where he died trying to buy them time. This was where they slaughtered him.


    Kneeling down, Samael held the single blade on the floor. The engravings on its surface had now faded significantly, but Samael still remembered how much he wanted to have that sword when he was young.


    Now, he has it in his palms, yet there was no happiness; there was only silence.


    "I could probably fix that," Olaf said as he approached closer behind Samael. "It is severely damaged, but nothing a little work won''t fix."


    "Thank you, Olaf; I would appreciate that," Samael said as he rose to his feet, handing the blade to the man.


    "Who did this belong to?" Olaf asked.


    "My father," Samael said as he looked over the manor.


    "I see," Olaf said as he looked at the blade''s surface, where a single initial was written.


    Blank.


    "Blank," Olaf muttered.


    Meanwhile, Samael approached the manor''s entrance as he pushed the old doors open, dust stirring over the place as he walked in.


    "This place is big," Mendez said as he looked around.


    The interior of the manor was severely damaged by the fire, but it still remained intact and maintained its general structure and shapes.


    As Samael walked in, memories of his childhood came flashing through his mind.


    He used to run around this place, playing swordfight with his father, as his mother would scold them for causing too much mess, especially before dinner time.


    Samael dragged his fingers through the dusty, long table in the centre.


    His mother would always cook the most delicious meals and tell the most soothing bedtime stories. She was always there, watching with a smile as he and Samael''s father bantered over the table.


    Moving even further deeper into the manor, Samael found himself in a large hall as Olaf and the rest trailed behind him.


    Samael''s fist tightened as he made his way across the corridor, stopping before a massive painting covered in a white cloth.


    Holding the dusty cloth, Samael dragged it down as a massive painting of his parents and him was revealed.


    Unable to control it, Samael dropped to his knees as tears fell down the floor one by one.


    He did not have the guts to see them, look then eye to eye, and feel he would be okay.


    Mendez stared at the painting. It was a picture of a man, woman, and Samael in the center. The woman had dark hair like Samael did; perhaps he took it from her.


    She had a warm gaze.


    Meanwhile, the man had purple long hair reaching up to his neck that was tied to a ponytail. He wore a proud and strong expression.


    Ajax approached Samael when Olaf held him back. Looking at the blacksmith, Olaf shook his head at the shadow Saint.


    "Give him time," Olaf whispered.


    Ajax nodded as he took a step back.


    There, they stood in silence, simply bathing in the melancholic atmosphere of the manor.


    As Samael sobbed there on the floor, his eyes opened as he felt something touch his shoulders.


    Looking up, the only thing he saw was the painting with his parents.


    Even now, they comfort him.


    Samuel gritted his teeth as he stood up, dusted himself, and wiped the tears away. Yes, he was finally done mourning.


    Now, it was time to honour them.


    But before that, he wanted to first see something. His father''s basement.


    It was the only place he was prohibited from entering. No one had gone there, no one except him. Even my mother was not allowed.


    Whenever Samael would ask him about the place, his response is always the same.


    "One day, when you understand the truth of the world, you may go down and see. But for now, this place is my own little secret."


    Samael blinked as he stood before a simple wooden door at the end of the stairs. Olaf and the rest stood behind him as Mendez asked.


    "What is this place?"


    "Father''s study," Samael said as he dragged his fingers across its dusty surface.


    With a gentle push, a click echoed.


    Slowly, the light outside slowly pushed inside the room as the door slowly but surely opened, revealing a humble room.


    Walking inside, Samael stopped for a moment as he thought he saw his father''s silhouette sitting by the table.


    Approaching the desk in the centre, there he saw a plethora of items. There were books scattered around along with a quill. But what truly took his attention was the box in the centre.


    Gliding his fingers across its surface, Samael could almost hear his father speaking.


    "This box is previous to me. One day, when you''re old enough, this will belong to you. So eat a lot and grow big."


    Samael bit his lip as he slowly began to undo the locks before pushing them up, revealing their contents.


    It was a key along with a note.


    Samael hesitantly took the note as he unfolded it open, the very first letters weakening him.


    "Hello, Samael."


    Samael''s body trembled as he fought the tears threatening to fall down.


    "If you are reading this, then that means you are ready. And I wish I was still there when you were, to witness you understand and see all the great works we''ve done."


    Samael''s eyes were blurry under the torrents of tears as droplets smashed down the yellow parchment paper.


    "I have made sure to leave everything for you. To ensure that you will be able to understand as I did even without me or your mother''s help. If you are reading this now, I wonder what you look like? Did you take after me? Or your mother?"


    Samael grinded his teeth as he began to quietly sob.


    "But enough of that; perhaps what I intend to ask is¡ªHow are you?"


    Samael broke down as his fist smashed down the table.


    That was all that he wanted. His family''s warmth. Just a question asking him how he is. That was more than enough.


    Mustering his courage, Samael continued to read.


    "By now, I''m thinking you have understood the meanings of this world. You have... learnt what powers truly control it. If so, then it is time for you to understand who we are."


    Samuel''s brows furrowed. What were they?


    "I am sorry for hiding this, son. But there are reasons why we spent our life in the woods, in hiding and away from others. There are reasons why me and your mother did not allow you to have friends. I am sorry."


    I don''t understand.


    "Our family, the Blanks, is not a normal family. We are what some may call "Librarians."


    Librarians? Samael''s brows furrowed even further every passing second.


    "You must be wondering, what is a librarian? We are the keepers of knowledge passed down by the Sovereign of the¡ª"


    Samael''s eyes widened upon the following words.


    "Void."


    Samael''s breathing began to pick pace as he moved forward.


    "As keepers of the knowledge of the sovereign, we have been tasked with keeping it secret and away from the prying eyes of the arch enemies. Of those that wish to covet it."


    Arch enemy? Knowledge?!


    "This job has been passed down from me by my father and passed down to my father by his father for generations. And so, this is your job now."


    Samael slowly steadied himself.


    "I know this may sound confusing, and it is. I too was confused when my father first taught me of the sovereign''s existence. But in time, like I, you too will understand. I simply hope there is still enough time for me to be able to personally hand it to you."


    My family knew of the Void? But how? What does he mean time?!


    "The key before you will help you understand. It will help you know the level of our devotion and the importance of our work here."


    Samael shifted his gaze at the key in the box.


    "And know this, Samael. No matter how many and grand all of this may be, the one and my only greatest creation¡ª"


    "is You."


    Samael stared at the letter for a long time as he held the key in his hand. For a while, he simply stood there in silence.


    Putting down the letter, Samael began to approach the steel door in front of him as he inserted the key. Olaf and the rest simply watched Samael as the steel door began to open.


    Then they all heard a click.


    Slowly, the metal door creaked as it began to swing open.


    Without hesitation, Samael pushed forth as he swiftly felt the encompassing warmth of the Void. As though he was in the abyss.


    Meanwhile, Olaf and the rest felt a chill unlike before, as if they were in the presence of a mighty king.


    Now, it was time to reveal the truth.

 CH154-The Blanks.

    Upon entering the locked room, everyone aside from Samael felt a presence unlike anything they''ve ever encountered.


    Mendez has seen many things in his life; although he was fairly young in comparison to the other high-table leaders, he had faced death dozens of times, especially in his line of work.


    Yet, never once had he felt something as such. He felt threatened, very threatened, but even as he felt his body turn cold and his instincts scream for him to run, he could not.


    It was as if his basic survival instincts had been overridden by this primal fear he had never discovered before. Something that toppled the fear of death.


    Olaf simply froze on his steps, unable to look up in absolute fear of what may greet him.


    The moment the doors of the room flew open, he felt his entire being watched. As if multiple gazes locked unto his very soul, watching him carefully and with a silent warning.


    It did not offer death, but true death.


    He knew if he looked up, he would die. He would cease to exist, and there will be no return.


    Ajax too simply did as Olaf. He had felt this presence before, especially when Samael lost his grip and let his emotions overtake.


    It was there, always.


    Yet he had never felt it this close, only a breath''s width away. As if it can take him any moment now.


    But for Samael, it was different.


    He felt... at home. He felt as if he were back in the Void, the one place he truly feels safe in. It was... odd.


    For a moment, the entire room was pitch black; no amount of light tore through its thick veil of darkness, but upon noticing Samael''s arrival, it calmed down.


    The onyx darkness retreated, leaving what appears to be a massive temple under the ground.


    Looking around, the walls seemed to be made from cobblestones that have been furnished and smoothed out, but the stress of time had noticeably taken a toll upon them.


    Cracks marred the surface of the place, with some vines growing at the edges. Dust gathered in the room with each step stirring it high in the air.


    There were large pillars holding the place up with a path leading straight ahead towards an altar where a single massive stone tablet stood, roughly one and a half the size of an adult male.


    Noticing the behaviour of the other three, Samael spoke.


    "You may move now."


    And they could move.


    The three breathed a sigh of relief as the heavy burdens on their shoulders vanished without a trace, suddenly lifting upon Samael''s words, as if a monarch had addressed them.


    Looking around, they too only found confusion stemming in their hearts upon witnessing the temple-like area. To think that something of this size was hidden under the earth. Perhaps this was part of the reason for Samael''s household''s downfall?


    Without fear, Samael moved forward with confidence in each stride, his hand gliding across the dusty pillars as he imagined how his father did.


    Making his way up the stairs of the altar, Samael could almost see how his father did his work here.


    As he approached the centre of it all, Samael found himself in the centre of a massive stone circle where a massive line was etched in the centre.


    Just ahead of it were three massive monoliths with all forms of engravings and inscriptions.


    "Scan it for me, Codex," Samael said.


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    As the Codex began to scan the monoliths, Samael kneeled down as he ran his fingers through the dusty linings on the floor.


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    For a second, time felt as if it had stopped as the very dust particles in Samael''s eyes halted.


    As he drew closer to touch it, the line on the floor moved, catching his attention as it opened wide, revealing a massive white eye.


    Samael felt his connection with his body snap as his consciousness was dragged in by the vortexes in the gaze.


    Olaf and the rest braced as the entire place trembled, dust falling off the corners of the cavern as Samael''s body began to hover above the ground, black matter slowly swirling around him.


    But Samael''s perspective had been dragged away as multiple flashes of memories that were not his invaded his mind.


    Memories of his... father.


    "How fascinating!" Samael''s father exclaimed as he stood before the monolith, a clip present in his hands.


    Then it shifted once more as dozens more pieces of information flooded him.


    This time, it was someone else.


    His grandfather.


    "Remember closely, the Void is the Sovereign, and the Blanks are its last remaining heralds. What we have here are merely parts of his teachings, and one day I wish to decipher them," the man said to Samael''s father, who at the time was nothing but a little boy.


    "I understand, father; I will do my best," the kid answered.


    "I know you will; I know you will..."


    Then it shifted once more. This time, Samuel''s parents were talking.


    "Nemphis, you know they are coming!" The man said.


    "And I don''t care! I won''t leave you! I won''t leave my family behind!" Nemphis roared in return, tears glistening in her cheeks. "You know I can''t..."


    "I know! But I cannot risk you!" The man retaliated.


    "Then how about you, Ishmael? Will you face them? On your own?!" Nemphis roared.


    "If I must, if that is what it takes," Ishmael said as a lone tear trailed down his cheek.


    Then it all shifted again.


    "Please! Please..." Ishmael begged as he marched inside the very room Samael found himself in.


    "Please! I don''t care if it''s only my son; please at least save him...!" Ishmael begged as he cried out to the monoliths. "Even if only him..."


    For a moment there was nothing but silence until Ishmael saw the darkness shift and the monoliths release a faint light.


    "Thank you," Ishmael said as he rose to his feet, determination present in his eyes.


    Yet, before he left, he spoke, not to himself or the monolith but to Samael.


    "Samael," Ishmael said.


    Samael''s eyes widened.


    "If you are listening to this, then that means you survived and you are home," Ishmael said.


    "I do not have much time. But remember this," Isaac muttered.


    "Novus."


    ***


    Samael''s eyes opened, and the first thing he saw were Ajax and the rest watching him.


    Sitting up, Mendez asked. "What happened there? You suddenly collapsed."


    Recounting the events earlier, a wave of memories smashed against Samael as he remembered all that occurred. And without him knowing, he said the one thing his father left.


    "Novus."


    "Novus?" Olaf asked in confusion.


    "What''s that? Some person?" Mendez asked.


    "I don''t know," Samael said.


    "Don''t push yourself too hard," Olaf said.


    Samael nodded as he looked at the monoliths, only for his eyes to widen. "What happened to the engravings?!"


    "That''s the thing; when you went unconscious, the markings vanished as well," Mendez said. "It''s like they never existed in the first place."


    Samael nodded as he shot another look at the monoliths. Their surface was as clean as it could get. Like the stone was built that way.


    Perhaps they never truly did exist.


    But Samael was sure they were remnants of the Void. Perhaps they simply vanished, for they had already found home in him.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Yes, perhaps that is indeed the case.


    Samuel rose up as he dusted himself.


    "What is your plan now?" Olaf asked.


    "To understand and to honour," Samael said after a short pause.


    First, he would like to bury his parents. It was something he did not have the chance before, but it is different now.


    Second, he would like to understand what Novus is or if Novus is a person. What or who is he to all of this?


    "Very well, we''ll follow your lead," Olaf said as Ajax and Mendez nodded in silence.


    Making his way out, Samael took his father and mother''s rings as he made his way towards a very special place.


    After some hiking, he eventually found himself on a cliffside beyond a small forest where one has the ability to witness the sun set over the horizon.


    Without wasting time, Samael began to bury the rings and whatever remains of his family he could gather.


    In solemn silence, Samael began to etch words upon the tombstones he built from a nearby boulder before embedding them in the earth.


    Kneeling over them, he read the words he wrote for the final time.


    "Here lies Ishmael Blank, a brave father and a beloved husband."


    "Here lies Nemphis Blank, a loving mother and a compassionate mother."


    Touching the tombstones for the last time, Samael closed his eyes as he felt the wind blow, the warm wind brushing against his hair.


    It was done.


    Rising to his feet, Samael watched the sun begin to set on the horizon as the skies were stained golden.


    It was as beautiful as the day he first saw it.


    And it must remain that way.


    "Now I''m thinking we go back?" Olaf asked.


    "Yes, I''m thinking it''s time to go back," Samael said.


    The way back to the sanctuary was silent. There was a melancholic atmosphere inside the waggon they rode, and everyone simply went along with it.


    They too had lost their parents. But Mendez''s parents were never the best role models. Olaf, on the other hand, did not know his, for he was a Mellagun. Ajax did, but he lost his when he was of enough age to survive on his own.


    Samuel lost everything as a child. Robbed off from an early age and left in the dust to fend for himself. It is a miracle he even made it this far. Much less become the man that he is.


    One could only imagine what he endured.


    As the carriage began to close in on the sanctuary walls, Samael spoke, breaking the silence within the waggon.


    "I am ready, Mendez," Samael said.


    Mendez and the rest looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure?" The assassin asked.


    "I am," Samael said with determination burning in his eyes.


    "Then we''ll do as you wish," Mendez said.


    "Will you please empty the forge for me, Olaf?" Samael asked the grandmaster.


    Seeing the shine in the boys eyes, Olaf felt a shiver run down his bones.


    It seems a new grandmaster will be born soon.


    "Very well," Olaf said.


    As they arrived inside, Mendez bought everyone towards a new training ground he commissioned to be built especially for Samael. After witnessing his rampage, he would be lying if he did not feel fear of what the boy can do.


    Standing in the centre of the room, Olaf watched everything as Mendez began to link heavy chains to Samael''s body. Chains enough to bind even large abominations.


    Standing there, Samael took a deep breath as his consciousness began to drift.


    Like before, he felt as though he was submerged in cold water, falling deeper and deeper into the depths of this ocean before being thrown in the sky.


    Opening his eyes, he was back. Back in that same place where his life began to crumble apart.


    Yet, this time, he could move. There were no more chains binding him.


    As he moved through the burning landscape and debris, Samael saw his father fighting the men that killed Samael''s family.


    Yet Samael simply watched. Without fear or rage, he simply watched.


    As the blades impaled him and the men pushed past him, Samael simply stared at the back of his father before he closed his eyes.


    As the world began to tilt, Samael found himself standing behind a woman and a child.


    Yes, it was this specific scene that plagued him in his dreams.


    The words they spoke and the promises they made remained the same. Yet Samael, no matter the pain, simply watched it all unfold.


    Because he understood that it was all gone now. It had all passed him. It has been years, and he knew it was time to accept it for what it is and what it will always be.


    Like thunder, the entire scenery halted as the world began to crack, slowly but surely splintering to pieces like shattered glass before raining down.


    With a lone tear trailing down his cheek, Samuel allowed himself to finally wake up.


    Mendez and the rest braced as they brandished their weapons in response to the sudden burst of killing intent that swallowed the room.


    Slowly, they watched Samael begin to move as the chains binding him snapped and faded like dust blown by the wind, engulfed by darkness as the very concept of it bended to Samael''s body.


    Yet he did not charge at them as he did before. This time, he simply sat down as Samael opened his eyes, revealing two pairs of crimson pupils in the centre of the darkness before them.


    Like a tsunami, the wave of killing intent smashed against all of them as they felt their bodies stiffen.


    Mendez laughed wryly. "Well, sh*t, he finally did it."


    Samael had finally controlled his bloodlust.


    To make it even more insane, Samael''s bloodlust before was frightening, but now that he could control it, now that it felt sentient, it made it bone chilling.


    It felt as though they were being watched down to their last bone. As if one wrong move was all it takes and their heads would come off flying.


    This was something else.


    ***


    When the next day rose, Samuel found himself sitting before the forge early in the morning.


    He simply sat there, watching the cooled-down forge as he closed his eyes. Allowing himself to fully immerse and heed its calls.


    For a moment, there was nothing.


    Then there was humming.


    It was beautiful. It was... soothing.


    Remembering the events yesterday, Samael recalled every vivid detail. The fire, the memories bestowed by the monoliths, and his father''s words.


    "You''ll always be my best creation."


    Opening his eyes, Samael stared at the forge for a moment as he reached towards its switch. Flipping it open, the blast forge was turned to its maximum as Olaf felt the tremors, causing him to move towards his workshop.


    Taking out his axe, Crimson Raven, Samael looked at the blade as he once more closed his eyes, feeling his weapon and his friend.


    As he did, he could feel the blade humming and urging him, resonating with his very essence.


    It was time.


    He understands it now.


    Opening his eyes, another vertical eye awoke in Samael''s forehead with black sclera and white vortex-like pupils that extended to both ends and seemed to drag in all that dare to glance.


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    At that moment, the world turned upside down for Samael''s gaze.


    He could see... all.


    He could perceive colours that he did not know existed and yet see the world in black and white. He could see threads connected to the very reality he stands in¡ªthreads he knew not the power of.


    He knew he could see more; perhaps look at the past, present, and future. He knew he could see more than that... He knows he can see the...


    Truth.


    But not today, not now. He was too weak to do so. His soul would crumble as his sanity eroded in flames under the titanic pressure of the burden and responsibility.


    This was his current limit, and he was already pushing it too far with Enlightenment.


    No time to waste.


    Glancing at Crimson Raven, the blade trembled as though it knew what was coming.


    Finally, it was time.


    With the maximum heat of the forge, Samael pushed Crimson Raven in along with the Void stone he found before.


    The Codex said that the Void stone is the crystallisation of pure Void matter, and submerging Crimson Raven would give it a chance of rebirth...


    But why rely on a chance?


    He would do more than that. With the help of enlightenment and the all-seeing eye, he''ll imbue the blade and aid it in its rebirth.


    As the Void stone began to melt, Samael knew it wasn''t enough as he began to pour his own Void energy straight at the crystal along with his blade.


    He did not fully understand what it was he was doing, but he knew it would help Crimson Raven.


    Using what he learnt and what he is currently seeing and understanding, Samael began to skilfully heat the ore and the blade along with his own energy.


    Dragging both out of the forge, the blade did not emit the usual bright red colour but instead a hint of crimson and purple, casting shadows upon the room that seemed to dance at their marvel.


    Putting Crimson Raven down the anvil, Samael focused on the stone as he stared at the crystal, sensing the pure unfiltered power within it as he spoke.


    "Come home. Lost soul."


    As if it understood his words, the crystal began to liquefy as violent Void matter began to erode at the forge. However, upon Samael''s intervention, the chaotic energy was calmed as he channelled it.


    Upon his will, the Void matter began to swirl in the air before flowing straight at Crimson Raven. Without hesitation, the blade began to absorb the liquid greedily.


    "There will be plenty, calm," Samael said.


    Each passing moment the energy entered the blade, the brighter the purple glow emanated from it.


    When not even a single drop was left, Samuel took up a hammer when a voice spoke.


    "I believe it''s time to open the gift I gave you. Now is the perfect time," Olaf said behind the boy.


    Samael looked at the man as Olaf felt his breath leave his lungs. Unaware of it, he averted his gaze back as he nearly kneeled to Samael.


    "It is okay; stay upright," Samael said.


    As if a miracle, Olaf could breathe again as he looked at Samael''s back.


    Taking out Olaf''s gifts, he began to open it slowly as the box fell on the floor.


    Tightening his grasp, it was a hammer. A hammer made with Radium ore, the hardest metal in this world, with Olaf being the only person to smelt it.


    The hammer fitted his grip perfectly and was also the right weight. It had beautiful black and gold inscriptions on its surface with Samael''s initials of S and B.


    "It''s my best masterpiece yet," Olaf said with a smirk. "Do it justice."


    "I will," Samael said as he shifted his focus back at the axe. "Ready, buddy?"


    "Let''s do this."


    Raising the axe above his head, Samael exhaled as he bought it down with reckoning force and absolute focus.


    A thunderous bang ripped through the forge as the entire sanctuary felt a tremor run through its core, causing the nearby Mellaguns to begin and make their way to Olaf''s forge.


    Samael did not stop as he continued to smite away the impurities. However, that wasn''t the only thing he was doing.


    Olaf''s eyes widened as he watched the beauty of Samael''s smithing. Somehow, someway, the boy was destroying the impurities in a level unseen before.


    In truth, Samuel was using his Void element to erase away even the smallest and finest blemishes. He wants Crimson Raven to be reborn. To be perfect.


    Each hammer strike he did was an act of beauty that the Mellaguns couldn''t stop watching.


    Soon, more and more began to gather, crowding the place as Olaf kept them at bay.


    Zargot, as usual, watched at the side as Samael''s figure hammering away reflected off his silver pupils.


    Putting Crimson Raven back in the skull crusher, Samael began to count.


    "2nd Fold."


    "3rd Fold."


    "4th Fold..."


    "...5th Fold."


    Olaf''s eyes began to even widen further as his smirk turned maniacal. "Damn it, boy, you''re insane."


    As Samael''s hammer struck down the blade, he once more put it down the skull crusher.


    "6th fold."


    He had surpassed his limits.


    But he wasn''t done yet.


    "7th Fold."


    At this point, each strike Samael did sent massive tremors as the people inside the sanctuary began to panic at the thought of an attack.


    "More!" Samuel roared.


    "8th Fold."


    "Shit! The forge might collapse; hold it down!" Olaf roared as he began to conjure his metal element to harden the place.


    "MORE!" Samuel roared.


    "9th Fold."


    Olaf laughed out loud as his hands began to tremble at the sheer force of the impacts. It seems he might break first before Samael does.


    However, he wasn''t alone, as multiple other Mellaguns began to channel their elements as well, helping Olaf and sustaining him.


    Each strike Samael did caused the entire place to crack, slowly but surely.


    But he was nearly there.


    Without stopping, Samael kept going as the anvil is nearly destroyed.


    Putting the blade under the skull crusher, Samael spoke.


    "10th Fold."


    Olaf muttered. "He fucking did it. What no man or Mellagun could."


    But Samael wasn''t done yet.


    Now came the most important part. The final seal of Crimson Ravens rebirth. The grand welcome.


    Taking out his pen, Samael began to inscribe at the blade.


    He knew he was unable to do it as of the moment... unless he pushes himself beyond.


    "Just this once, allow me to see..."


    "The truth."


    Conjuring the all-seeing eye, Samael strained himself as he broke through the barriers keeping him in check.


    Like a snap, Samael''s entire vision changed as though he was thrown like a ball in the vast cosmos, where all manners of creatures he had never seen before exist.


    Tall titans that could dwarf worlds sleeping in the vast expanse of space. Gods and deities are only told in legends and existence that even Taranius cannot compare to.


    He did not know why he was seeing this. Or at least until he heard that.


    Like a trumpet and a warning siren, a loud raven caw thundered in the vast emptiness of the space and cosmos as the titanic creatures shrivelled and ran in fear.


    Meanwhile, Samael''s body moved on its own as he began to inscribe in Crimson Raven''s hilt.


    Looking at the source of the sound, Samael''s eyes widened as he saw a figure amongst the unbending darkness, standing above all.


    Yes, he understands now.


    As Samael finally finished inscribing in Crimson Raven''s hilt, Olaf and the other Mellaguns couldn''t take their eyes off the magnificence of his creation.


    Snapping out of the trance, Samael looked at the axe where a single word was etched. A single word representing the blades purpose and ego. Perfectly encapsulating its cold and inevitability.


    "End."


    Raising the weapon high in the air as it began to shine its blinding purple glow around the forge, Samael spoke a grand welcome.


    "Arise..."


    "Void Raven."

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    "Beautiful," Olaf muttered as he saw the ethereal purple glow emanating from the blade along with the sharp aura it exuded. For the first time in his long life, he truly knew what a weapon with sentience looked like¡ªone that had what every weapon lacked: a purpose.


    To end.


    A short but very powerful word. The inevitable fate of every single living creature. One that, no matter what we do, will always stay in the distance, waiting, watching.


    But coming inevitably.


    Putting down the rune pen, Samael caressed Void Raven''s surface as he felt the blade hum in his grasp, almost as though it truly was alive.


    He could feel a multitude of emotions he had never felt before¡ªa mixture of feelings similar to that of a sentient beast.


    Fulfilment.


    Pain.


    Excitement.


    Rage.


    All boiling under the black steel of the blade, swirling and waiting for the right moment.


    "Soon," Samael muttered under his breath.


    Summoning the Codex, Samael began to see the improvements in the weapon.


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    [Void Raven]


    Rank: Saint I


    Weapon Type: Axe


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    A blade reborn with one purpose. To End. A weapon of the Void Heir. Holds enmity against gods.


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    "Saint... Look at that, you even got ahead of me," Samael whispered to the weapon as the weapon trembled, as if it were laughing at him.


    It was truly odd, that feeling that Void Raven wasn''t just a weapon anymore but now a companion, someone that can understand.


    But now it was time to see how far the rebirth got him.


    Show me the skills.


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    Let''s begin with the offensive skills.


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    [Sear]


    Description: Wounds inflicted by Crimson Raven are three times as painful.


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    [Bleed]


    Description: Wounds inflicted by Crimson Raven are inflicted with status effect [hemorrhage], opting the opponents to bleed profusely if left untreated.


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    [Crimson Thirst]


    Description: Increases the sharpness, durability, and status effects by consuming blood. Should the host feed the blade its own blood, drastically increase sharpness, durability, and status effects.


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    [Blind Wrath]


    Description: Drastically increases the sharpness, durability, and skill damage of the weapon but inflicts great rage upon the user.


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    Bullseye


    There were in fact changes in the ability of Void Raven. If Samael did not know this weapon to the most minute detail, he would have been fooled by what he was looking at.


    Not only did the names change, but the effects also drastically changed. Some increased in the amount of effects they do, but some simply had an added skill.


    If he was being honest, he was most interested in the effects of blind wrath and crimson thirst. Frankly, he had never fed Void Raven with his own blood, usually with the enemies blood after wounding them. But now that that option has been opened, it could offer a whole new probability.


    Regarding the matter of blind wrath, Samael is interested in the benefits it''ll give. He was afraid of using it due to its tendency and his tendency to go berserk, but now, with his training with Mendez, he has more confidence to resist its effects.


    It would be a valuable weapon in moments of dire need.


    Let''s proceed with utility skills.


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    [Harvester]


    Description: Inflicts two effects on the enemies. The first effect [blood miasma] inflicts paralysing fear upon those exposed to it. Can be powered by the host''s bloodlust and followed by the effect [Vulture''s hunger], which allows the weapon to grow stronger by feeding off the fear of the enemy, increasing its overall strength and status effects.


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    Samael''s eyes glittered for a moment. So far, this had been the most powerful boon he had gotten.


    The ability to use his bloodlust to power the miasma effects of Void Raven? Now that was something else.


    First of all, he is aware that his bloodlust is unusual. It is higher than most and even rivals the high table warriors that had lived twice, if not three, longer than he. Now that he can somewhat utilise it due to Mendez''s training, it will be a power that can dwarf his enemies and paralyse them with fear.


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    [Flock]


    Description: Allows the host to turn into a flock of ravens by infusing essence. The ravens can now attack as well, adding more chaos and giving the user the capability to use Mirage with one of the Ravens.


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    Yet another awesome boon. Samael knew the weakness of the ability flock was its inability to attack. It was merely a visual illusion incapable of even touching the enemy. Once they understood that, flock was nothing but an ability to dodge. But now? That changes.


    Not to mention, the ability to use his skill mirage with the other ravens means he can deploy two of him to confuse opponents on which is which. Perhaps even lowering their guard should they terminate the false clone.


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    [Loyalty]


    Description: Allows the weapon to return back by the will of the user and allows the weapon to change trajectories midair.


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    It was an okay skill. But changing trajectories midair is a good addition, but not something Samael uses often.


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    [Birds eye]


    Description: Allows the host to deploy a Raven and see what it sees, hears, and smells.


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    Similar to loyalty, it was a good skill made even better. But not something he can benefit from most of the time. It is a useful addition to his scouting skills.


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    [Tracker]


    Description: Allows the host to put a marker on an enemy he damages, allowing the weapon to chase after the enemy.


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    I take back everything I said, Samael swiftly thought.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    This ability tracker basically changed everything. With the skill to mark his enemies and use Void Raven to chase after them with the help of Loyalty''s trajectory-changing capability, he can basically keep chasing after a running beast!


    Pair that with birds eye view, and he can basically follow the enemy wherever it goes, with the exception that Void Raven is stopped by something.


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    [Blood bank]


    Description: Allows the weapon to absorb the blood of its foes and use it rather than consuming the essence of the host. The higher the purity of the blood, the better and lower the energy will be consumed when used.


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    Blood bank remained the same. Not that it needed any upgrades, for it was already an amazing ability that spared his essence from draining.


    Now it was time to see the defensive skills.


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    [Guardian]


    Description: Protects the host from mental attacks by consuming them. However, it cannot consume multiple or mental attacks that are too strong for the host''s current level. Enables the host to retrace who sent the attack and send it back to the enemy.


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    He had never personally used this ability before, for he himself already has a skill similar to it. But now, with this new ability, he can basically stack with tracker and loyalty. It is a handy skill to possess should a situation arise where it is needed.


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    [Deflect]


    Description: Allows the host to deflect heavy attacks along with abilities at the cost of consuming essence.


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    Deflect is also another skill he has yet to use. His aggressive fighting style mostly meant he dodges the attacks and waits for counter opportunities, especially after Mendez. But it would be a clutch ability in moments of dire need. After all, there are no guarantees he will always fight alone.


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    [Nurture]


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    Nurture remained the same. However, its skill-giving ability had also changed. It is not fixed anymore. Perhaps because Void Raven is now sentient, meaning it can produce its own abilities without any assistance.


    Meaning the abilities he''ll get will be more powerful and more tailored for him.


    Samael let out a small, imperceptible smile as he twirled the blade a couple of times, the deep purple glow emanating from its surface lighting the room and casting shadows over the forge.


    The Mellaguns inside the room couldn''t help but be mesmerised at the sight of this blade. It was nothing short of legendary, a tale that will be passed on for generations to come.


    Never had it happened, NEVER! Never once did a Mellagun reach the 10th fold. Never. And they were the pinnacle and masters of smithing.


    But that changes today.


    What Samael accomplished is unheard of. To reach that far and create a weapon with sentience and a purpose is simply impossible. Even the concept was hard to grasp for them.


    Like fireworks, the Mellaguns exploded with questions as they began to crowd Samael. Olaf tried to stop them, but it was simply impossible with their sheer number and the size of the forge.


    Samael simply smirked as his figure vanished in a blur, appearing in the small window at the top of the wall as he jumped down.


    It was time to test the new skills he gained.


    As Samael fell, the harsh winds whipped against his face as he muttered.


    "Flock."


    Exploding into a group of Ravens, Samael soared in the wind as he pushed his way through the forest, weaving back and forth as he landed down with a soft thud.


    Looking ahead, Samael looked upon the approaching abominations.


    Cracking his neck, he twirled Void Raven in the air, the purple and black glow of the blade leaving traces in the air.


    As one of the abominations resembling that of a violent black ooze rapidly charged at Samael, he simply smirked as blood red smoke permeated the air.


    As the ooze barrelled through the tall trees, shattering the ground it ran on, its body swiftly smashed down the muddy earth, skidding off the floor before fully halting inches from Samael''s feet, spasming and twitching like a dead spider.


    "Fear... a very powerful poison..." Samael muttered as he slowly approached the beast, the abominations in his vicinity hesitant to push closer.


    "Time to test this," Samael said as he bought the blade close to his palm, slowly dragging it forward and leaving a cut in his palm.


    Expecting it to bleed profusely, Samael watched in fascination as the blood was absorbed through the blade as if they were being magnetised, floating and darting towards the black steel.


    Samael let out a short chuckle as he watched Void Raven''s features grow sharper, its metal solidifying like crystal as it became more animalistic in looks.


    Approaching the ooze squirming in the ground, Samael could smell the foul stench it released. A putrid mix of rotting corpses and something like a burning piece of leather.


    The beast had no facial features; its body almost appeared transparent. But none of it mattered as Samael slowly sunk Void Raven''s sharp edge at its body, the creature spasming violently under its effects.


    As a few more seconds passed by, the futile resistance of the abomination died down as it fell limp on the floor, liquefying on the ground and burning everything it touched like acid. Yet, Void Raven remained unaffected.


    The other abberations in the area remained far, watching Samael with their tails between their legs, afraid of what he was capable of.


    Looking upon them, Samael''s lips grew to a sinister grin.


    Like an arrow, Void Raven flew in the air. With the help of his newly developed skills, the blade weaved and circled through the trees as the beast tried to run away.


    However, it was too late.


    One by one they fell down like leaves on a fall, their bodies limping down, headless, and severed.


    When all was done, with a simple raise of his hand, the blade returned, soaked in blood for nothing but a moment as it began to greedily drink it.


    Taking a deep breath, Samuel looked at the blade once more. It was time to do something more dangerous.


    "Blind wrath."


    Like a dam being opened, Samael took a step back as he felt himself being overwhelmed by the waves of rage smashing against his body.


    Slowly, he could feel his reasoning slowly fade and his rationality begin to weaken. All he could feel was the growing urge to destroy and kill.


    Samael''s body trembled as he tightened his grip on the weapon. However, he remained still, not lashing out or jumping at the nearest enemy. No, he remained calm.


    Like Mendez taught, Samael did not let his emotions get him; rather, he won over it.


    Slowly, Void Raven''s appearance became even more terrifying as it grew sharp points and crooked edges, the raven in its end growing more animalistic as the crimson glow it emanated dispersed in the area.


    Approaching a nearby tree, Samael slowly, without any power, put the weapon forward and watched as the edge of the blade cut through the bark like a hot knife to a butter.


    It was unbelievable how something like that can happen.


    Pushing his hand across, the tree did not even fall down due to how fine the cut was, making it appear as if it was never severed.


    However, what surprised Samael was something entirely else.


    Before, he had to innately channel Void energy through Void armament, making the weapon have the ability to corrode and destroy the enemy that way.


    But now it can do that on its own.


    Samael watched as the tree began to corrode away, almost as though it was rotting at a very fast degree before turning into dust.


    Truly a massive boon and achievement.


    Samael shifted his gaze towards the distance. There were only a few more days of their stay here. He had accomplished many things and returned to his roots. There were many things to answer and even more questions to be asked.


    Now, he has one final objective. To finish Mendez''s training, the final part.


    The kill path.


    ***


    "The kill path is, as the name suggests, a path. It is a way for you to ''reach'' the enemy," Mendez said. "I cannot truly describe it aside from that. It gives you a clear method, a road you can traverse, the most efficient one."


    "How do I accomplish it?" Samael asked.


    "First, you utilise what you''ve learnt these past few weeks. The eyes and the bloodlust will pave the path forward," Mendez said. "Achieving the harmony of both opens a completely different perspective."


    Those were Mendez''s last words before completely vanishing.


    Ever since then, Samael has spent a great amount of time contemplating what the man said.


    Occasionally he would attempt to do it, but often it would lead to failure.


    However, in the last few days he''s been thinking and pondering about its concept, the more he began to somewhat understand.


    If anything, perhaps it was because of his ability to see. The all-seeing eye was a completely mysterious skill. It granted him the ability to see through things he had never seen before. Things he believes no human was meant to see.


    The more he grew stronger, the more he felt less human.


    Samael stared at his palms.


    The Codex said he was not human anymore, but rather a Void spawn. But is a person''s species what defines him as a human?


    Perhaps it was time to embrace the unknown more. To see beyond his understandings of how things work.


    Samael took a deep breath as he felt the wind blowing his hair back and forth.


    The all-seeing eye.


    Yes, it was the perfect place to start in.


    Standing up, Samael looked at the makeshift dummy he erected.


    The all-seeing eye. Whenever he used it, he did so like it was as natural as breathing air. However, if he did so, it always feels as though it was the first time he had opened his eyes. He could see so many new things, and so many he was blinded to.


    Perhaps if he based it off of that, but instead through his new insignia Void Seeker and his control of his bloodlust.


    Closing his eyes, Samael innately willed for a change as he felt his vision shift within, turning sharper and more focused. Clenching his jaw, his bloodlust followed close as he channelled it.


    Opening his eyes, Samael saw the world change before his gaze. Everything felt a lot more vivid and colourful, almost magnified.


    Looking at the dummy in front, he saw... himself. Yes, he saw a wisp of himself, walking forward frame by frame and in the end delivering a swift strike at the dummy, specifically at the massive red spot on its neck, a critical area.


    However, due to his fascination, the apparition shattered like smoke blown by the wind.


    Samael blinked a couple times as he digested what had just happened.


    How... fascinating... Samael''s lips formed a small smile.


    He did not know if that was what Mendez sees as well, but it was truly an out-of-this-world experience. It felt as though he was advancing in time, seeing how he would move.


    However, how would it fare against an enemy that is alive?


    Samael walked deep in the forest as he began to enter enemy territory. Without fear, he made known his presence to the predators lurking in the tree lines.


    Surely enough, one could not hold its hunger and greed as it revealed itself, pushing past the tall bushes, growling as saliva dripped down its massive canine fangs.


    Samael shot a glance at the beast, nonchalant as he began to focus.


    Seeing this, the creature let out a gnarly roar as it pounced with everything it got, raising its claws forward and opening its maw, revealing a set of razor-sharp teeth.


    Yet, as the beast neared rapidly, Samael simply stood there, unflinching with his eyes and body relaxed.


    When he finally felt that same sensation as before, he finally opened his eyes, revealing the crimson glow it emitted.


    He knew the abomination was too weak and slow for his level, so he did not worry. This allowed him to fully experiment with this new ability.


    Looking at the slowed creature, Samael saw the same blood-red wisp of his figure moving forward, frame by frame, making its way towards the creature and enacting a counterattack. However, it seemed his initial thoughts showed his future actions were a mistake.


    There were not only one but seven distinct ways the wisps took. Some were straight into the gaps in the enemy''s defences; some were unpredictable, and he utilised his great acrobatics capabilities to create and access critical points in the enemy''s body.


    But what if I wanted to simply hurt it?


    As if reacting to his will, the wisp swiftly shifted like clockwork, showing even more possible paths for him to take to reach the white areas in the enemy''s body.


    With that, he finally succeeded.


    Project Kill Path is a success.

 ANNOUNCEMENT 8/02/2025

    Hey people. I know I have been gone for some time now and uploads had basically come to a halt. I''m sorry for that. Recently, my schedule had been going to hell and back. I have things to manage and I just cant find the right time to write. Partly my fault as well as I am spending a lot of time on Dungeons and Dragons recently. As for why it has been so hassle is because I''m soon to enter college and I''m currently grinding on passing applications and attending entrance exams. Not only that, projects and other school related matters had been stomping me to death. Nonetheless, I don''t want to just drop this work of mine. This is a year of efforts I compiled so its a shame to just give up and go complete hiatus. Now, since I want to really make this work somewhat better, I reckon I should begin with the start. I know my writing ain''t the best but these recent months I do believe theres been some progress. So I want those progress to be seen from chap 1 to really hook in more people. Thus, I have decided I will do some revisions for a while on the older chapters. Once I''m done I''ll see y''all on the next chapters. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


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