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Chapter 12 - The Counterattack

Countless images flashes in the golden haired man. His gaze never left the stunned stranger. His whole body was covered with the black mage robe, only revealing half of his pale face and a glistening crimson lips. A ball of shadow floated in his side. Iavis knew this person is powerful, substantial enough to trapped all those soldiers. Even his brother, who possessed strong skills and power, cannot withstand the imprisonment this strange youth has cast.

He was probably just returned when an ambush happened. The boy who was held hostage has been save by this stranger. He was fuming in anger as he followed the track where they headed. But looking at this man...he was alone. There was no aura of the boy. Like entirely vanished from the unknown.

His azure eyes glowed gold as the swords who pierce at the tree returned to his hand. The golden sword swayed dangerously as Iavis held it in his palms.

He glanced at the youth, observing his movements: "I must say that you let the boy escaped?"his tone was threatening, his brow arched, and the falling leafs surrounded them fell in a harmonized trail.

"I'm afraid the boy you are talking about has received his death."the youth voice was warm and gentle, without a single bit of nervousness. Like waterfalls, flowing directly into your nerves and can't help but seek comfort in it. It was definitely a voice of a temptress.

For a moment, Iavis felt stupefy, and that made him rage in anger: "I see. I think you won't tell us the truth then."his swords

glowed dark gold as his azure pupils mutated into a pure golden orbs.

The youth in black suddenly experience a huge amount of pressure. But his posture remain steady and slowly the floating ball of shadow turned into a black sword.

Sylvester narrowed his eyes that was covered in his hood. Hanabis has transformed into a weapon in his hands. Anger and disappointment unveiled in his usually calm appearance.

He gnashed his teeth. He can remember it all. This man in front of him is the descendant of the god who made him vanish in heaven realm. The man who compelled him to walk into a mystifying path, filled with darkness and resentment. But he must really thank him for that because he developed solace towards his chosen track, and he perceived that walking to the darkness alone is not bad at all.

Iavis didn't pay mind to the daze youth as his foot kicked on the ground and rushed directly to his opponent. Two swords clashed with an intense pressure, causing the wind to breeze speedily. Gold and black mana luminescent into their swords.

Sylvester is in his weaken state, he has not completely devoured the power he had eaten. His only way to remain alive is to escape. His enemy is stronger physically, and he has the blessing of god. His eyes glowed red.

Iavis dashed towards the youth as his feet landed on the ground, countless black smoke encircled him as the youth in his vision disappear. His eyes calmly glowed in radiant gold as he released his powerful golden mana. The black smoke and gold mana fuse together, creating a huge impact in the forest.

Sylvester emerge from the smoke as he attacked the distracted man, but huge golden chained appeared before his eyes, resulting him to move backwards. Numerous chains chase him, and he had no choice but to dodge and use his black mana to restrain them. But he was entirely not aware that his opponent just appeared in his back and kick him straight into his backbone. He flew and crashed in the trees. He groaned in pain as the blood moist the corner of his lips.

Iavis continuously attacked the injured youth and didn't give him a chance to recover. Sylvester eyes glowed red and several shadow puppets came out in his palms. Hanabis transformed to a black guqin. He jumps up into the branch of the nearest tree as his fingers move towards the strings, making the puppets controllable.

Iavis heard a sinister sound as several puppets rushed on his direction. He gritted his teeth and started eliminating the shadow puppet. His eyes never left the youth who was controlling this terrifying power.

Sylvester's finger moves faster, and more shadow puppet dashed into his enemies, causing the man to be distracted. The guqin transformed back into a ball of shadow as he did not hesitate and flew into the exit of the forest, leaving the golden man fighting his shadow puppets.

As Iavis was closer to eliminate all the puppets, the sound of the instrument faded. His vision shifted to the tree branch where the youth sat a while ago. He departed. He escaped.

Annoyance and resentment flashed on his eyes as he sliced the last puppet. His eyes turned back, but the anger did not fade.

"Make sure to hide because I'm gonna kill you the moment I find you."

Sylvester sighed in relief as he stepped out into the forest. He vomited a mouthful amount of blood as he pulled the teleportation scrolls on his pocket. The moment he opened his eyes, he was in the garden of their mansion.

He collapsed on the ground, and Hanabis floated beside him, worrying and feeling the exact amount of pain his master felt.

Sounds of heavy breathing resonates the quiet garden, Sylvester touched his back and his hands burned straight away. He cursed silently. He really needs to avoid that dangerous man. Not only that, but he has holy power! A blessing from the god indeed. And he was also a descendant of that god! He gnashed his teeth and his fist clenched as he threw up another blood. He coughed in silence.

His power was not yet fuse, but he already used the power of summoning puppets causing his body to encounter side effects. Hanabis merge in his body as his black hair slowly turned red, so as his eyes. He sighed and rises from the ground. He flew towards the window of his room.

He entered and the sleeping figure in his bed was startled. Elvis flustered,, but soon he notices the horrible appearance of his master. He rushed to his side, but the youth only stop him midway.

"I'm okay, just go back to your room. And also don't let anyone enter my room for a week."he commanded weakly.

Elvis didn't bother to ask question anymore as he felt that his master has been injured. He politely retreated and went back to his room. He didn't forget to close the door of his master's room.

Just as his servant left, Sylvester headed directly to his bathroom. He closed the door as his black magic robe fell on his toes, reaveling only his thin white undergarments. He removed his black boots, and he walks towards the bathtub barefooted.

His breathing is getting heavier and heavier than his energy has been slowly consumed by his wound on his back. He bit his red lips, indicating a rare kind of beauty. His cheeks flushed as he slit a wide slice on his palms. He moaned in silent, and the blood on his hands fell directly to the cold water.

The crystalized water mutated into a dark and pitch-black liquid, boiling in coldness. Sinister cries and screams silently echoed in the quiet room. Black smoke and gasses floated beneath the surface. The image was both horror and extremely benediction for Sylvester.

He stripped the last cloth he was wearing as he stands tall on the exterior of the steaming bathtub. His figure was tall and slender, as his seven tattoos glowed brightly under the darkness of the vain room. The golden wound on his white back glimmer continuously, he groaned in pain. He lifted his foot and as his toes has contact on the surface of the water sounds of screaming and cries entered his mind. The wound on his back was slowly healing without a hint of a single burnt as his body sat on the bathtub.

Black gases gradually crawled on his body and immediately invade to the place where his core resides. Flashes of images occupy the mind of the red-haired youth. Every despair of the humans, he experiences it a thousand times. Every cry, sobbed, shriek and screeched, he took charge of it all. There is no agony in the world where he never encounters. But he remains nonchalant and peaceful. His gaze was tranquil and quiet, hiding the anguish and pain he felt.

The boy who stole his power uses his ability in harming innocent human individuals. Sylvester was a punisher and his duty was only to give judgement to the sinners. But now, this power returned to him and together, he will take responsibility for the deeds this power carried.

To pay off the price, he must suffer a thousand times.

He didn't mind. In the first place, he was living in his life where pain and hopefulness are normal thing at all.

He suffered alone. He cries alone. And He walked in the darkness. All alone.