Out of nowhere, they both charged at each other, their swords enveloped with an aura.
CLANG-CLANG
Their swords clashed, Aura sparks flying everywhere.
Without warning, the white-haired boy stepped back, drawing three arrows in one swift motion. Magenta flames burst to life along their shafts, shimmering with an aura-born fire that hissed and writhed like a living thing.
He put them all in his bow and shot them.
2 of them passed straight by him, but the third was directed right at the man's head.
In a split second, the silver-armed man pulled out his sword and shielded his face with it.
The arrow clashed with his sword, and a shockwave rang through the battlefield.
He was struggling to keep the arrow at bay.
But then his soldiers came from behind and charged with their swords, aimed at the white haired boy.
The enemy forces weren't gonna stand by and watch them disrupt his attack; they circled the boy, shielding him from any incoming attack.
Suddenly.
A spike came out of the ground, inches away from piercing the white haired boy.
A man clad in robes was watching from a mountain. The white haired boy spotted him, and he carried a deeply angered expression.
But this disruption was just what the silver-armed man needed; his hair started fluttering as the aura rose, "RAAAAAHHH!!" The man let out a war cry that shook the entire battlefield.
His jaws stretched to their fullest, particles of aura rushed into him, whether torn from foe or ally, stripping the battlefield dry of its aura marks.
Some warriors fell hard on the ground, unconscious from the lack of aura. Others were barely standing on their knees.
The white haired boy was still standing on his feet, but he wasn't an exception either; his face expressed a widened shock, trying to manifest an aura on his hand, but he failed miserably.
He devoured every last fragment of aura, the surge filling him with a near-limitless supply, enough to sustain his power for an entire year.
His aura sword grew brighter than ever, casting a shadow on his enemies.
He swung it toward them, mercilessly killing every warrior that dared not duck.
The boy managed to duck in time, but the people next to him weren't so quick; their heads flew off their shoulders.
But the village warriors, already experiencing this same skill, ducked before he even used it.
The silver-armed man lifted the sword on top of his head.
Then he let it come down with the help of gravity, directed straight at the white haired boy.
"I didn't think it would've come to this." The white haired boy mumbled, clutching a dark, eerie necklace.
CRACK!
The sound of glass breaking reached the silver-armed man's ears, but he didn't even attempt to stop the sword.
As the sword came down, a crimson explosion rang out, covering the entire battlefield.
A kid hiding in his home peeked out of the window, witnessing the whole explosion. "Wow! Such a huge explosion, I knew our swordmaster wasn't gonna get defeated-" A hand clamped over his eyes, shutting them entirely.
The kid looked back. It was his mom; she was shivering. But still had the power to shield her son's eyes.
"Mom? Are you okay? Is it because of the cold?" The kid questioned, concerned about his mom's health.
"N-o! Hide! Quick!" The mother shouted, covering the window with whatever she could find.
But even after covering it with every single thing she could find, a small hole was left. The mom realised that, but she knew that there was nothing to cover it up with.
She peered out at the outside through the same hole.
Crimson mist was floating around.
But in the blink of an eye, the crimson haze was replaced by a deep black, suffocating mist.
Suddenly.
The uncovered glass spot broke out of sheer pressure.
The dark mist flowed in, and the mom began panicking, scrambling to find anything she could cover it up with, but then, she started thinking about her son, and what this mist was actually harmful. "He could die!" The mom muttered.
She grabbed a small sheet of paper and a small ink bottle, and she poured it on her finger, covering it with it.
Then she started writing. "Son, I have made an important choice that'll hurt you deeply. Please don't be scared when you find me in that state, but no matter what you do, do not attempt to go out until this mysterious dark mist fully disappears… I love you…" Tears rolled down her cheeks, dropping on the paper she was holding.
The sheet slipped from her grasp and fluttered away. Tears streaked down her face, darkening into blood as she pressed herself against the hole, offering her body as the final shield for her son.
…
..
.
The silver-armed man panicked, and dark mist surrounded him, leaving him hopeless.
But he heard something. "Commander? I can't see anything-" His voice was cut off, replaced with the sound of flesh being pierced.
"Lead-er… Run!" A second voice rang out, warning his leader.
The silver-armed man recognized who these voices belonged to; they were his close allies, the warriors who defended this village with all they had.
"You should've surrendered. Look at what you've done, oh, what? You can't see anything?" The white haired boy manifested before him. His face was a deep black.
The boy grinned, flicking his fingers.
Suddenly.
Reality started to warp; the dark mist was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a pool of blood.
"Do you know who this blood belongs to? No, you do not! These are all the poor innocent citizens you've killed." The boy shouted. A severed head swam to the top.
"No… That's my wife!" The silver-armed man mumbled in a low voice.
"That's right, don't you remember, oh, you're such a ruthless killer, you can't even remember your own victims, you've killed her in cold blood. With that same sword you were holding." The boy whispered into his ear.
Without warning, strange memories began flowing in; they clouded all his original memories.
Strange recollections stirred in his mind.
He was unable to distinguish what's real and what's a lie.
In those memories. The silver-armed man held that same sword over a lady.
He then brutally ended her. His lips curled into disgust, and he spat on her dead body.
The silver-armed man jolted back to reality. His gaze fixed on his sword, his fingers trembling, his eyes twitching, until at last he let it slip from his grip and collapsed to his knees.
He stared at the white haired boy, whispering. "Please.. Kill me."
"Hm, what? I haven't heard you. Repeat it." His face expressed a cursed smile.
"Just… kill me!" The man mumbled, picking his hair out with his hands.
"But I still haven't heard you. Repeat it."
"END ME!" The man shouted, his eyes expressing a deep sadness.
"Your wish is my command. I hope you repent in hell." The boy replied, swinging his sword at the man's neck, cleanly separating it from the rest of his body.
His head bounced off his shoulders.
"Such a pathetic way to die... Father." Ryker mumbled, wiping the tears off his face with his hand.
Unexpectedly. Ryker's eyes snapped open in the real world.
He checked his surroundings.
The room was covered with blood.
Aiden was hanging on the wall, a huge crater present in his chest.
"Once again, I was too late." Ryker thought to himself, staring at the hanging corpse.
He looked towards the door, and that same monster was looking at him. "Your little friend had potential, but too bad he died without reaching it." The monster muttered, licking his bloody arm.
Ryker clenched his fists. His eyes trembled with rage. "You... How dare you!" He reached for his blade, preparing to attack.
But out of nowhere, a tentacle emerged behind him. Ryker swung his sword, aiming to deal with the tentacle first; it was cleanly split in half.
But when he looked back at his enemy, he was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a dark mist.
"Damn it! I lost him again..." Ryker mumbled, sheathing his sword.
He turned back to look at Aiden's corpse, he walked towards it, and put his hand on Aiden's forehead.
He closed his eyes, crimson aura manifested as a raging flame.
He burned Aiden's body entirely, leaving it to become dust.
"Goodbye..." Ryker muttered, shoving that same fire inside him.
Abruptly, around him, strange blue flames appeared.
In an instant, they devoured him whole, not even leaving a trace behind...
[Character Interface]
Name: Mainer Thornwell
Age: 46
Level: 72
Race: Human
Status: Dead
Title(s): Swordmaster Of The East
Revenger Of The Unknown.
Aura Color: Crimson
Aura Core: Bright-Grade
Mana Color: Hellish Red
Mana Core: Standard-Grade
--- SKILLS —
Aura Slash (Lvl 6) Swordsmanship (Lvl 17) Aura Blast (Lvl 9) Leader (Lvl 21)
--- Special Skill ---
Grand Aura (Lvl 1)
Description: The User Sucks All The Aura Particles Present In The Air, Even From Other Living Beings, And Turns It Into His Own.
--- USER STATS ---
STR: 751 | AGI: 357 | INT: 793 | END: 561
PER: 426 | WIL: 51 | CHA: 1019
HP: --/1450| Stamina:--/1250 | Aura: --/225 | Mana: --/75
EXP:--/1000
Currency: —- (Not A Player)