The wolves ran fast like the wind. They arrived immediately after several minutes. With them arriving at their houses, they saw a trunk of a tree placed in their front yards.
Hanging bodies of their loved ones were what ornamented the tree. Unlike Joan's parents, they were hanged with their head up but has a rope in their necks.
Eyes were open as they struggled in their last breaths. Ben saw his mother bloody, his father who was holding his sister beside him. Hanged too without mercy.
The other students were also seeing the same fate as Ben. Tears dropped in their weary eyes. Hicking up while crying breathlessly. Their hearts can't accept the truth right in their faces.
The Imps dancing in the dead bodies and seemed to notice their presence. Wolves were agitated at their doings. Barking at them while growling.
Crows went flying in the sky and were staring at what has happened in the ground.
They all went into a mental breakdown and wanted to hug their parents' lifeless bodies but the Imps will not let them do as they wish.
Seemed angered, the wolves attacked the Imps with their fangs. Albeit outnumbered, they fought without worries as they will regenerate as long as Joan has mana.
Crows attacked too with their talons and beak to peck their eyes and blind the enemies.
All were killed immediately and the wolves soon helped the students to untie their loved ones. Crows untied the knots and the wolves bit the ropes.
They all went weeping as they soon saw a pillar of light that seemed to flash in the location of Joan's household.
Angels of death descended their village and were scattered in all places. Diving in the remaining evil spawns that the village has.
They were all having a robe and has a dark face with a scythe as their weapons. Wings as dark as a crimson night and was used as a weapon. Not even flapping it to fly nor to glide.
They all slashed the Imps in the village and they were helplessly decapitated with their weapons of death.
They seemed not to care about what was happening in their surroundings as they tend to weep. Joan was one of them.
They wept and grieved that lasted for hours. Even the wolves were talking to them just to comfort them. Even though the wolves and crows were not great comforters, they still tried.
Upon their tried efforts to make them shushed. It only made their pain go worst. Weeping again, even harder this time.
Soon the bodies of the Imps disintegrated and glowed. It then went to their bodies like a power that made them even more powerful.
They felt stronger and was perplexed. Soon they stopped crying and they made their graves for their loved ones. Giving them a last kiss on their cheeks.
Joan was weeping but he didn't lose hope. He hardened his heart and lifted his head, staring at the Angel of Death standing in front of him.
Joan wiped his teary eyes with the back of his hands then stopped weeping.
"I have a last request to you. Bring their souls to the God of Angels. At least guide them to the God that created them." Joan said to him.
The Angel of Death understood his request and as it was important too to secure their eternal lives in the Heavenly Realm.
"As you wish." He said and then collected the soul of his parents.
He tapped the faces of his mother and father and transparent smoke gushed out of their mouths.
Soon the Angels collected their souls as well as the student's parents. Angels approached them and tapped their faces. They were perplexed by what was happening but they soon realised what was transpiring in their faces.
The Angels soon vanished into the skies after they collected their souls. The Angel of Death soon prepared for their leave.
"The Angel of Wisdom warned the Prophet Isaias for you to save this village. I can see that you regretted it but it was nobody's fault. The God of Angels was grieved that he was not believed by his chosen people, more so by his friend. You are treated as his friend but in reality, you are just a creation. Not even appreciating his humbleness to stoop so low as making himself as a human just like you. Anointed One, you are greater than this. You are the one who will save this world and He will always be with you. Always," The Angel said while fading in the sky. Leaving his voice to echo in Joan's mind.
The wind blew in the meadows and the wheat field that was trickled by blood was silent. Bodies littered the farm and many unfinished works were left as it was. Wheatfield left half of it unharvested and the mills were left unturned. Cows seemed to be left unattended and chickens left unfed.
The village was silent and only the crickets were echoing all the places. In the nooks and crannies of the village, all were being cried by the crickets.
Shovel sounded as digging the ground was what sounded in the backyard of Joan.
Silent weeping in between every dig of the shovel can be seen and his face felt bitterness and his heart was aching as he was sobbing.
The same with the students, they were doing the same. Feeling the same and thinking the same.
Just in the hills located at the peak of their village, stood a dark-robed traveller. He saw the pillar of light disappear in a moment's passing. His eyes were covered with a hood but were showing his mouth.
He grinned and his teeth were showing sharp teeth. Able to cut flesh just by looking at it. He raised his hands in the air and was chanting devil's language.
Soon after, the weather seemed to change. The skies were darkened by its power and soon, monsters and devils were emerging from the ground. Cracks from the ground were seen and then crawling out from the cracks were monsters.
Black miasma seemed to gush out of the cracks and mixed with echoes of torment were heard from it.
The swept clean village soon was spawning evil entities. Flooding the village again with their numbers.
Joan who has started to dig his parent's graves stopped at the moment he sensed evil.
Looking at the hills that he felt to be emitting a great evil aura, he nearly collapsed in great exhaustion. Physically and mentally.
It took almost every ounce of his mana to summon the Arch Angel but here he saw that it was still not finished.
Everything was accepted by his heart that his parents were gone but he also felt that everything was just starting.
He stopped digging and throws his shovel on the pile of dirt he made. Leaving his dear parents on the ground.
He can only be saddened by what was transpiring. Summons of evil entities seemed to appear left and right in their village.
"This is not good, this is not good. A Seed Of Evil will soon be planted in this village and I am out of mana. This will make this place spawn evil creatures nonstop and become covered with darkness. I am not yet on the level of a Legend or perhaps Mythic to dispel this curse." Joan said while staring at the skies. Inhaling great amounts of air on the process.
"I have to save my students first and leave this place at once!" Joan said while hastily running on foot.
He can't save his parents but he etched in his mind to save his students. They were the only ones left as someone he was attached to and will do his best to save them. Not wanting them to be endangered.
"I have to move faster, faster than anything!"
He equipped his Ronin job class then used his skill [Accelerate]. Running faster and faster as he dashed.
[Accelerate]–his skill of making all his movements accelerate with tremendous speed. From movement speed and attack speed. His accelerate skill will become faster with more movements like dashing and attacking.