Pale, thin ray of light shine through a
window with a half opened curtain. Enveloped in dim light nearby is a bed. A
sleeping person lies with her armor, cranking out weird chanting as she moved
around the bed side to side.
“I want, a crocodile soup for lunch”,
whispered the girl nonchalantly in her sleep.
A large person is sitting on the bed,
near to the girl’s feet and he looked at her silently.
Afterward, he’d approached the window
and stared at the outside world. A parade of people is seen walking down the
lane in a straight line and a few are carrying a torch. His attention to the
party was short and was diverted to the former object upon the voice of another
person has resounded. The bedridden girl was awaked, scratched her head and
quickly spotted the man inside the room.
“Who are you? A rapist?” asserted the
questioning one with a half opened eyelid.
The man is standing quietly and tried
talking.
“Oh wait, that’s not a necessary joke”,
she quickly intercepted.
“How are you feeling? “, stated the tall
man.
She scratched her forehead and shook her
head. Suddenly, a recollection of memory arrived, consisting of pages that
foretold a tragic event that had been concluded. Her expression turned sour
once her head had visualized of witnessing the death of an old man.
“How is that girl doing!?”.
An answer was demanded by the scream
from a worried being. Providing false truth wouldn’t bloom a benefit, therefore
lying is not crucial.
“She’s fine, but it would be better that you
leave her alone. Wisceria is in shamble”, tell the large man.
The girl uttered nothing and pulled in
an intake of air to calm her-self. Time decided to depart from the man’s side
and as he had noticed so, a conduction of conversation is constructed.
“My name is Mont. Pleased to meet you”.
Introduction was provided by the other.
“What do you want?”
Stemmed with a careful touch, she didn’t
bother to be friendlier and displayed a sour look.
Taking such an act to be considered of
no offence, Montreal take a lot outside the window again, still armed with
seriousness.
“Come here”, said the man.
Sensing no danger to intervened, she
climb out from the bed and saw the parade outside. A group of man is carrying a
large coffin, and others with torch are surrounding them.
“It’s Wisceria’s father. Having the need
to see their loved one died before their eye is a torture. I am ashamed of
myself for being too late”.
Mont had spoken with a sour look. Trudge
much in a pile of unanswered question, the girl began seeking for clues.
“Was the outside world always seemed
like this?”
Compelled to look very casual most of
the time, she remained laidback, though there’s a hint of sadness course
through her feeling. Curiosity swerved the man in every possible direction and
he is too decided to dig up information from this unknown person he is looking
at.
“Which village did you come from?”
“Hemoalis. It is 10 kilometers located
from here. I had only recently started this exploration for two days but
already stumbled upon blunder that I didn’t seek to expect. I do not know, but
my feeling kept griping to my own self saying that I shouldn’t even move out in
the first place. Ah, somehow I know that it wouldn’t be paradise and yet, I’d
choose to side with my wilder temptation anyway. I’ll honestly don’t know what
I am doing”.
She murmured so to herself, spilling
over precious info that allowed Montreal to issues a self-speak inside of him.
“That place...”
Without finishing what he had to say,
Montreal enclosed another measure to killed mysteries.
“Is your house located in the village or
somewhere nearby of it?”
“It is in the forest.”
The collection for the info necessary
was partially completed, as Montreal had thought so.
“I shouldn’t probably tell anyone about
that. This blank space inside of me is sickening.”
The girl felt tortured by the ordeal she
had gone through. He was about to uttered words that could relieve her but
suddenly, she performed an action. She pulled in a lot of air to her lung and
released it. The same sort of activity was done for 3 times later.
“Now, I felt better. I just had this
reminder inside of me telling that I should do so to calm myself. And talking a
lot too can contribute to calmness.”
Her face still looked standard, even though
she had said too much word. Montreal simply monitored her movement. He just
smiled a bit before looking serious again.
“Do you know the enemy?”
Upon hearing that, the girl’s expression
changed a bit as she looked angered. It reverted easily to the former tone in
few second.
“No, I don’t”, mentioned her, confessed
of having little intelligence regarding the target.
“His name is Lurvan Burnhatten. His two
other associate, the one with the mask is Ries Del Von and the single one left
is Ennas Mar. They aren’t just normal contender. If you’re still wanted to hunt
them down, it would do well to be more experienced first before facing them.
I’d believed you will understand that.”
She calmly answered.
“I will not be hasty. Their lives aren’t
anything poor that I can deliberately let go of.”
Her eyes are streaming with the lust for
revenge and Montreal had noticed it but choose to accept this condition. Silence
had spread, the parade outside had moved on and the street is dark. Realizing
that she must gathered info as well, it’s her turn to ask questions.
“Who are you again? Mountain?”
“It is Montreal. When you were rendered
unconscious, I’d dealt with them but they ran away before I could conjure an
arrest. I am an authority figure that guarded this area.”
“I see. There’s something I am curious
of. It has been bugging me for a while”.
“What is it?”. As they are speaking,
each replied as calm as they are to be, while looking outside.
“Why is it that you quickly provided me
with information even though I didn’t ask of it?”
The girl had asked, from which he firmly
replied.
“I don’t want to waste time waiting for
question that might’ve been asked. It would require the sacrificing of many
things such as time itself, space and energy. If it is essential, I would
provide it without hesitation.”
“Oh, okay then.”
“What will you do? Move ahead for your
journey?”
“No, I will stay here until she is
approachable. I felt like taking her out with me”.
She moved from the spot and headed to
the bed. There, she saw her sword and take it. As the two didn’t spoke at all
after then, the girl left the room as the man talk to his self once more.
“Her wound sure healed up really quick.
Does this have any connection with her flourishing magic?”
It’s positively assured that his will to
know the answer to everything about the girl couldn’t be dug out as of that
point. As he is scratching his head, his mind pondered him to say something
else that popped out for no reason.
“But, that conversation was”.
Before he could continue, the girl
outside has thought of the same thing and together, they both said the word
spontaneously.
“Awkward”, said the two with yet the
same bored look.
She’d
continued walking out in the dark street, and a thought had surfaced again.
“Where I am going anyway?”
A ringing sound of a device that was
held inside Mont’s pocket was heard by its owner and of course, he took it out.
It was a thin and solid object with high transparency that allowed anything
behind it to be seen from the front view. It is shaped square, and sized like a
tablet.
He touched the screen that revealed a
glimmer blue light, slide it to the right that open a blue screen and various
button popped up and he had touched one that stopped the ringing and he held it
to his ear.
“Hello?”
A voice from the other side could be
listened to but the actual content is not audible. A few second has passed and
he touched the screen once more, turning off its white light and he kept it
where it was meant to be. He sighed and spoke.
“It’s time again. I need to move.”
He moved around and exited the room.
Somewhere in the far northern land far away from Montreal’s current location, a
village was set on fire. Many people scampered away from their live, not
willing to extinguish the flames that devoured their home and at certain times,
two or more people catch on fire ran off from the interior of a burning
building. Charred bodies littered the ground, much to set upon a dreadful view.
In the middle of the village, there was a clearing. Several people are sitting
there, doing various kind of activity like smoking and drinking bottle,
presumably alcohol. They laughed upon the sighting of such terror, and one man
stand among them, dressed in a garment of black robe, wearing a dark shirt and
blue pant.
“Let this pathetic little place
swallowed by ruins! We will conquer this place and terrorized! Hahaha!”, said
the man as he laughed sadistically.
Not knowing other dangerous
possibilities in stored for him, he took a bottle and chugged its content as
much as he can. The middle aged man with the thin moustache, blue eyes, small
nose and scarred cheek stopped drinking after a while, and he looked to a
direction where no fire is spread on the ground. The whole party was still
noisy and laughed from the amusement, before being screamed at by their chief
telling them to be quiet. It was an order that was accepted without flaws. From the darkness, a person has arrived. He is
wearing a red coat with the hood covering his head. The inside of the coat was
black and he is wearing a white t-shirt layered with blue vest. As the coat
went down tall enough to his knee, his leathered pant is chocolate and black
shoes were on his feet. Everyone glared at him whom face can’t be identified
due to the hood. Though, a member of the party sounded his voice.
“Isn’t that the rumored “Red Cloak”?
Isn’t it?”, exclaimed him.
Their boss responded.
“The one that has been restoring peace
around the area, and killed numerous criminals?”
“Oh, yeah, I guess”, replied the other
guy.
“I don’t know why the Ministry would be
cared enough to send people to guarded the outside populace but, just kill him
men! Go!”
Everyone followed the order, throw away
their cigarette and bottle and pointed their gun.
Possessing the height of approximately
180cm tall, he’ll reach for his sword that lies in its scabbard that is etched
to his belt, and pulled out a slightly curved and thin green blade. It is quite
long and featured a round shaped guard. The leader of the other side had
noticed the peculiar weapon.
“A green katana? Despite its color,
nothing else seemed distinguishable about it. Rather yet, he’s intending on
fighting bullets with something like that?”, asserted the man in his heart as
he yelled out the next order.
“Fire!”
Extreme barrage of lead had been
released into the air. Undoubtedly, the targeted man begin
to retaliate by wielding his weapon with
right hand only and slashed the air as if there as something there.
Surprisingly after doing so, each bullet that is hurling toward the Red Cloak
shattered in close view and break off into tinier pieces. Unable to maintain
its speed and momentum, the destroyed bullets fall into the ground. The
abnormal moment was spotted to occur by the leader but he wouldn’t surrender.
“Kept firing!”
The loyal henchman listened and put up
more resistant as some are reloading constantly and relentlessly wasting their
ammunition. Red Cloak acted very fast and enveloped his left hand with a green
aura that shined brightly and he released it into the air, forming a burning
blue barrier that is large enough to shield him from the assault in front. Some
man had halted their fire, grabbed explosive compound that is etched to their
pocket and throw it up high. As it is about to reach the one in defensive
formation, Red Cloak had finally noticed it by looking upward and the grenades
spontaneously exploded upon contact. The leader prompted his man to move away
from his as he is charging both his hand with a yellow magical energy and fired
it to the enemy like a laser, further enhancing the bombardment. The radiating
outburst of wind caused by the strong explosion had blinded some of the man
from looking out to see whether the enemy was eradicated. Without their
knowledge, Red Cloak is lifting his left hand to the air and generated another
shield that fully protected him from above. As his defenses is still
activating, he wield his katana with both hand and stabbed the ground. His hand
glow in blue again and he channeled his energy onto the katana. It’s original
color start being more illuminated and as the debris surrounding their position
start disappearing, the man uttered a few inaudible words and the ground start
shaking slightly around him. The leader took note of the approaching trouble
and ordered his man to accomplish another task.
“Retreat now!”
Expectedly, they swiftly fled and the
ground behind them started cracking and shot out from the ground in various
sizes. The flying properties from the ground started descending due to natural
gravitational pull and crushed anything it hit into smithereens, depending on
the sizes. Few burning houses are damaged even more and a couple of the
henchman is killed instantly by the force applied from the falling ground that
raptured their inner organ. The area that was affected by the attack is small
and yet, the result concluded to be devastating. The situation had become
calmer later on when the leader along with the survived 8 man stop fleeing and they
surveyed the environment. One of the man yelled out to the leader since he had
saw an event worthy of report.
“Boss Lenharth, Reo and Hans are dead!”
Never will the men whom name are
summoned except for the leader would ever sounded again and it saddened
Lenharth upon a sad expression formed in his face but it was temporary, before
he regained his self-control once more and tightened his rage.
“Men! If anyone wanted to flee, then go!
I will cover everyone from behind! This is not a fight everybody else could
comprehend!”
The boss took his sword that was sealed
behind him and his face is aired with unmeasured seriousness. Everyone being
his comrade that scattered behind him started looking to one another and nodded
before a select few started running into the forest nearby, while 5 men decided
to stay. Lenharth looked a lot more composed now once his gaze is averted to
the remaining allies and he let out a sigh before speaking.
“All of you are ready to die for me?”
His men just smiled even though it’s
clear they are in fear, pictured in their worried face and showering sweat.
They are armed with respective handgun, machine pistol and common swords.
Inspection was commenced to the area
that was believed to be the last place where Red Cloak is located but he had
disappeared from the spot. He, the leader kept looking in all possible
direction for his opponent and not realizing that he is hiding close nearby to
a house caught on fire. Even though the temperature is high, Red Cloak hasn’t
moved yet from the burning house that he had taken privilege in being close
against, to remain undetected as being that the house is placed in a strategic
location to pounce on the target and he’s waiting for the proper moment. After
a few minute, a wooden house available to the left of the field in front of
Lenharth had collapsed and razed to the ground, driving most of them to look at
the origin of the sound. Red Cloak saw an opening and scrambled away,
displaying such fast movement. The henchman in the farthest part of their
assemble located way behind didn’t see he was coming and the man take out his
katana and slayed the target, ripping an arm off and splattered lot of blood
coming out from the abdomen. An enemy had fallen and so does another one when
Red Cloak fueled his left hand with magic again and shot a beam into a person’s
stomach when his right hand is busy holding a deadly item. Simultaneously, he
took down two enemies at the same time, and the beam penetrated a stomach and
killed someone directly, though it alarmed the person being next to the dead
man.
“Over here!”
He yelled as he turned around and fired
his automatic weapon and cleared two round into the target’s coat at the head
section as he is busy evading. Red Cloak moved swiftly like a cat left to right
to confused the aim of the assailant as he’d approached in the defenseless zone
and struck a carve from the chest upward to the face, cutting deep wound that
released streak of red liquid. Behind the shocked Lenharth, the two man also
shoot to kill and unexpectedly, he jumped to the air and land directly in the
center space between Lenharth and his men. Unable to followed the target’s
speed and adjusted to the unpredictable action that he had seen, Red Cloak
hastily tried to kick Lenharth out of the way but he had already set up
defenses by placing his sword at the area where Red Cloak are about to strike
and to serve as a shield to alleviate the attack’s strength. Yet however, the
sheer force that was applied to the sword was very powerful and had pummeled
away the large man to a few distances. Taking their lives to no consideration, he
turned around and swung his katana to the barely responsive two male. Having
left with little conscious to do anything, their armament was dropped, fall
down together afterward and blood start oozing away from their deathbed. No
longer feasting his eyes to the bizarre images of dead man’s corpses, this
anonymous assassin head forward to the leader, whom rise again unscathed. He
has recovered and soon, come to precisely become fully aware that his enemy is
walking steadily toward him. Ignoring Red Cloak out of sight, he is seeking to
locate his allies and witnessed their dead bodies. He clenched his teeth and
tightly gripped his sword with both hand and run to the source of their terror.
The cloaked entity swung his katana to rid it off from thick blood and wield
with two hands at will, also ran off to face an angered man. Both weapons had
slammed against each other in an instant. Exchanges of strikes continued and
Lenharth managed to kept being on par, though he is instilled with a raging
temptation to take down the enemy and strike as hard as he could each time. The
smaller opposition faced difficulties to tolerate the damages inflicted any
longer and as they chaotically continued an almost never ending exchange of
blows, Red Cloak slowly channeled his magic energy to the katana that he is
using and once the amount is sufficient, he’ll tried hitting the enemy’s sword
as hard as he could comprehend during the nick of time and managed to altered
the position of the object that he has hit farther away to the right and
immediately, he activated a technique to release the power of the wind that he
had concealed to his katana and managed to blew away Lenharth’s sword. Once he’ll
manage to outsource the opponent, he pulled the katana back to him and opted to
choose the option to mercilessly collect another soul. Being left aghast and
unarmed, the leader of the village massacre were about to be nearly struck by a
sharp tool directly to his chest. He focused entirely on trying to seize the
object and seemed to narrowly able to pull of such dangerous act, that
circulated tiny fraction of disbelief to Red Cloak as his shining blue eyes
looked upward to gaze a tired look. Using both his palm, Lenharth was able to
capture the katana before it could go much deeper into his skin by pressing
onto the weapon’s both side. Afterward, using the advantage of his much
developed muscles and taller height, the man lift the opposition’s primary tool
and pulled it away from the owner’s arm, carried it up further and release it
from his palm, allowing the weapon to slide away and fall to the ground behind
Lenharth. Both fighters are now left with nothing but their own fist. Taking no
chance for any side to redeem themselves in safety, each charged with their
magic. Using only one finger, both fired a blue and yellow energy that is
medium in size and the attack had clashed to form a small energy burst. As the
two is absolutely determined to keep it going without uttering anything at all,
they spammed countless of magic beam onto one another that mostly generated
more burst when it’s arriving at an appointment for impact, charting up holes
with certain sizes that was carved on the ground between them as to receive the
consequences of being close to an energy explosion. Few beam had make their way
to scratched Lenharth’s skin and Red Cloak’s dress.
To avoid dragging up the battle too long,
the older man used his right palm and pointed it ahead, surging up a strong
electrical charge that enveloped his entire hand that is used to activate the
technique. The process seemed to take a certain amount of time to accomplish
perfect equilibrium to make a launch but instead of taking an advantage, Red
Cloak spent his energy to create another barrier.
“Damn kid!”, asserted Lenharth as he is
sure that he is being underestimated.
The
huge spark of electricity travelled away from his body and reached the target
in a blink of an eye. Strong gushing of wind and thick smokes covered the area
on impact, thus temporarily blocking the vision for the surrounding zone. Despite
the barrier having not been annihilated, it is damaged and had cracked in a few
sections. The electric current didn’t disappeared yet and kept charging. Red
Cloak was unaware of the ongoing event and was coughing from the smoke before
he had a shadow reaching close for his position. Lenharth was ready for an
attack as his yellowish energy is covering his hand and he has delivered an
impressive assault on the barrier, punching it once and it was shattered
instantly, rendering the latter to be exposed. Taking chance of the very close
proximity, Lenharth presented Red Cloak with a straight punch to his cheek. It
is a dreadful single blow, infused with high magical energy to elevate the
final touch. The aftermath resulted in the force drawback of the presumably damaged
assailant whom traced a few step backward. He doesn’t moved an inch, waiting to
see whether his fist have given effect. Red Cloak turned his head to face the
front and Lenharth has gasped. He saw a darkened face with a terrifying smirk.
Instead of running in cowardice, he decided to attack again, before 3 sound of
gunshot was heard. He felt a sharp pain behind his back, look behind him with
an anxious face and saw a young girl aiming a gun at him. His vision is getting
blurry, locking him in no possibilities to identify how the girl truly looked
like. His footing could no longer be maintained and he deliberately crashed to
the ground, albeit still breathing. The girl approached them and arrived,
talking to a certain person as she still holding her pistol. Her attire is of
those like a common people, wearing a long green skirt and blouse. Black hair
is part of her trait.
“Can you please stop delaying
everything? We need to go and offer help to the surviving villager. This has
all happened because you’re preferred to be a slowpoke. It must have been great
to be attacked like that. Stop messing around with someone or it will be your
last breath”, warned this unknown girl.
Her voice is cold and calm even though
her choice of word doesn’t reflect that. An interaction has occurred between
them.
“His punch feel like a wind has glide
through me. It is sweet. However, it’s sad that only a few have remained from
this torched place. If only that obstruction wouldn’t be so hard to handle,
these people would have veered themselves from harm”, mentioned him as he
looked around the environment, razed by blazing season of fire.
“Don’t be selfish. Next time, clear the
field immediately if the enemy is as weak as this one and avoid from indulging
in unnecessary risk. I had reminded you the same thing a lot of time already,
it be better that we used more time to guide the survivor rather than filling
up your thirst for battle. If you do this again, I will be going solo and kill
the next target myself”, affirm the girl as she aimed at the heart in the back
and pushed the trigger for 4 times.
The body doesn’t show any sign of breathing.
Red Cloak stayed quiet, stared at the body for a while and move away from the
scene.
“Come, there are 3 more target on the
loose. Or you would like to stalk them alone and let me do a different job? ”,
spoke the young man, offering a different pathway.
“You go. I will round the rest to
safety. Make sure to kill all of them”.
“Understood”, answered the cloaked man.
Somewhere a bit to the south is a thick
forest. The trees are massive and towering over at least 700 feet, reaching
atop the lower clouds. Resting in one of the tree’s humongous branch is the
three men that are responsible for the previous incident. His two companions
are resting, looking out through the darkness of the night. Lurvan Burnhatten
was leaning against a tree bark, thinking of a few matters and remembering what
Montreal had said to him.
“That person is betting on an unknown
source. What is on his mind? At the very least, I will have some fun with her
chasing me around before I could kill her when the time comes, even if her
energy seemed otherworldly. It would prove how stupid has he become to make an
unlikely attempt at dealing before ensuring”.
An act of self-speak was ended with a
serious tone. He is caught in a thinking circle before noticing something white
is brightly shining from his pocket and it was taken outside. It was revealed
to be the same tablet that was used for communication, and he held it to his ear
and listened to a voice. Soon afterward, he put it back where it was, stood up
and talked to everyone.
“Update was received. The battle at Harette
is near.”
“Who is involved?”. Ennas has asked.
“Did you forget about it again? Harette
is located between the kingdom of Solaciordia and Gerrharter. They had been at
each other’s throat for 20 years, and now, they are commencing their 16th attempt
to eliminate their opponent. Is that clear? I’m growing tired of explanation”.
“Now, I’d remembered. Has the Ministry
taken any action?”
“They would never intervene. The two
kingdoms are situated in a rogue territory that is outside the Ministry’s
jurisdiction and control. Next time, keep everything on a note. Let’s go”.
All three immediately jumped down from
the branch. Travelling into the sector of instability, a huge guard house is
seen, being close to the land of Solaciordia, whereas Gerrharter’s territory is
far ahead to the north. A large plain filled with overgrown huge trees and
thick bushes called Harette separated these two kingdoms, putting itself into a
perfect position to become a battlefield. A lot of people wearing the attire of
a soldier, either man or woman are seen discussing between themselves in the
aforementioned building. Most of these people are sitting on a chair next to a
long table, uttering various kinds of sentences. Near these bunches of people
was a bald man with thick moustache, conquered tall height but small body, wearing
a pair of glasses that revealed a blue eye,
and a tall green coat that covered his inner clothing. He has several
wrinkles beneath his eyes, signaling an aging body. He is looking downward to a
small table that has a piece of paper, scrawled with many letters and marking. There
are two men beside him, providing insight regarding their strategies. As he is
standing with his hand being held behind, the ground shook tremendously, albeit
no one was harmed, fully balanced out in standing like nothing has happened and
the incident was temporary. A man rushed in, stating an announcement.
“Gerrharter has attacked the barrier!
Request immediate order!”
Everyone seated rise from their chair.
The bald man stayed silent for a while, before commencing.
“Begin the counterattack”.
His
calm voice has reached the ear of his men. Following from a point closer to the
front, a whole line of huge cannons with distinctive design is seen. Its muzzle
is charged with reddish radiating beam that was activated by at least one
operator whom is standing behind the weapon with their energy being distributed.
The barrier that protected their sector and acted as a shield was not
transparent and glowing in a mixture of rainbow, being really tall and covered
the Solaciordia’s army in a straight line.
One single person that is observing the cannon and has a very similar
appearance to as the one that has barged through the door earlier has felt a
message is coming across his mind and yelled it out.
“Commander Riel has provided command!
Close the barrier and unleash the artillery!”
A
few seconds has passed before the barrier disappeared for a while and the
cannons started firing simultaneously, generating strong vibration upon the
injection to the territory owned by the enemy and emanated the same kind of
progress as it touched the opposite barrier and result in a barrage of
explosions. Back to the guardhouse, the old man speaks again.
“Start sending out the infantry. Be
aware of the border to avoid the enemy’s infiltration. That is all. I will also
move to the front line”.
The listening man knocked his head and
his body vanished instantly into thin air, leaving behind sparkling dust. The
other parties started going out following their commander’s footstep.
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