In the deepest part of dark valley, black mist filled the skies blocking the moon rays, making the forest which was already filled with darkness even more darker and very hard to see what is happening.
That would be the case for ordinary people.
A man with a red scar on his face, specifically, cutting through his missing right eye, was dressed in a full black armor with intricate designs and raged lions head on his cloak.
He was giving the people around orders to hurry up in a low but heavy voice.
These people fearfully increased their pace as they dragged what was in their hands and threw them into a huge pit they made not long ago.
In less than five minutes, they were done and gathered around the pit. They made way as the scar faced man walked to the edge of the pit with two individuals behind him.
He had an emotionless expression as he looked down at the hundreds of bodies which were densely packed in the huge pit.
He raised his left hand slowly and all the people close to edge of the pit threw some sort of liquid substance into the pit, spraying the dead bodies with it.
When his palm reached his chest level, an unusual purple flame formed in his palm and he seemed to not be affected by it.
He lowered his hand a little, as he was ready to toss the purple flame into the pit, he stopped halfway as he saw a slight movement from a body and also felt something was wrong with the bodies.
It was the body of a woman and per the design of her clothes, she must be a mistress.
The scar faced man looked on with a raised eyebrow as he clearly remembered seeing her killed.
It can't be the corrosion of the undead mist taking place right?, it's only been a few hours so that can't possibly happen'. The scar faced man thought to himself as he signaled his subordinates to bring up the woman.
Two of them entered the pit but when they lifted the body of the woman, they both felt a sharp pain in their chests as their chests were cut open and their blood flowed to the specific position where they lifted the body.
The blood passed through the densely packed corpses and headed deeper.
Their blood seemed to be drowned by an invisible force, they only dropped to ground after they were sucked dry. With that, the dead woman falls back to her resent position.
The onlookers took a step back, except the scar faced man, as they had never seen or head of such an ability.
The scar faced man signaled once more for them to get into the pit. Without the slightest hesitation, dozens of people entered the pit together and approached carefully as they armed themselves with various weapons, animals and monsters which appeared from their bodies.
They surrendered the corpse of the woman with all weapons aimed at her location. A brown haired man with a black floating sword step forward and approached the body slowly.
When he got close enough he disappeared and reappeared next to the body, held the body and retreated even faster, or that was what he thought.
Immediately he touched the corpse of the woman, his head was detached from his body as he saw the world spinning but that was interrupted by the series of attacks that followed his death.
BOOOM…
BOOOM…
BOOOM…
There were explosions at that specific location and as a result the woman's dead body was burnt to ashes with a few surrounding corpses creating a hole in the densely packed corpses.
Everyone looked at the bottom of the hole and was taking aback by what they saw. A young boy about 13 to 15 years old with half of his attire burned, held a great sword which was twice his size and height with both hands.
With his current position, he seemed to have difficulty in lifting his sword as he was bent down with his hands on the hilt of great black sword which had one-third of it raised from the ground.
The dozens of people who were in the pit charged forward together with their weapons. When they were a few steps away from him, the teenager slowly raised his head and looked at them with bloodshot eyes.
He tightened his grip on the sword and flashed, the next second, half of the great sword was underneath the earth below him.
The next second, all the attackers within the pit were cut into two and their blood surged out towards the great sword in the boys hand.
"What the f**k"
"What just happened?"
"I could not even see his movements"
"Th…this can't be him right?"
"He mi..might b..be possessed"
...…..
This sudden change started a conversation between the black armored people outside of the pit and filled them with fear and disbelief, except for the scar faced man.
Everyone's thoughts froze when they saw the scar faced man descend into the pit with the two people at his side.
They approached the boy slowly, the boy had his head facing downwards and his eyes were closed.
When they got close enough, they did the unexpected.
"Young master"
"Young master"
"Young master ", they said in unison as they went down on a knee.