For over a hundred years that I've lived, never had I seen such a fierce ending to such a battle. I've never seen my master collapse to the ground in such a devastating manner. It feared me so much. If my master were to perish, then so would I. But that wasn't the least of my worries. Because that was a given in the pact I had made with my master, Blake, who had given me a chance to amend my wrongdoings and lead a just life, even if it was at the expense of a few insults and taming, at most.
But what was that I had seen with my very own eyes just now? The man, who had ended countless battles on his own, destined to be at the forefront of taking over the guard, and to serve the crown, how was it that such a worshipped man lose out to a pesky little mortal?!!
Answer me! Someone, just tell me what did my master do wrong that he was overpowered in such a manner! This is just unacceptable!
There he goes again, on his banter. Even if he was my servant, this loyalty of him towards me sickens me. But what sickened me was the fact that I was outdone by that mortal in an instant. Just like Spencer mentioned, I was deemed to be the shining future of the Demon Realm, being the second most supreme soul, below her majesty. I had worked my way so hard, unlike anyone else, only to stand at the top, and to be praised and cheered upon by everyone. That was what relentlessly pushed me forward, even in the toughest of times.
But more than that, I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to be close to that one woman. But in the end, it was never meant to be, as she was truly a special soul. That's why I did whatever I could. And my 100 years of perseverance, dedication, determination, discipline, and everything that accounted for me to be who I am today, was wiped away in an instant.
And here I was, lying down on the ground, with a few healers, doing their duty diligently, as I was in a helpless manner. What met me wasn't rage, or despair but the feeling of hopelessness. Who was I now? What is it that I must live for anymore? The thoughts circled around inside my head. And to top it all off, the one woman that I wanted to be ever so slightly close to, in a serious capacity, was now herself nursing that peasant!
Absolutely outrageous and unacceptable, is what I felt. But the moment I thought about it, the sight of horror played in my head, over and over, and over. What was that overwhelming power? What was that source? Was he just a human? I didn't sense any trace of demon spirit within him. Then how was it that he was able to pull off what he had just done?
I guess this is how the countless souls that lay waste to my sword, and my chimeras, and the endless soldiers of the shadow world, would have felt. Just in an accelerated state since I've never spared anyone's life enough for them to regret everything.
I was under the presumption that he was someone who just wanted to stand out by doing the opposite way of how one was lead life but that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. Who was this mortal? Or more precisely, what was he? How was he able to survive the forbidden curse magic, and yet stay intact, without disintegrating without a trace?
What I still remembered was the moment when my unstoppable sense of victory was met the ginormous sense of being overpowered in an instant. I still remember...
A white vein that arose from the bracelet, moved towards his forehead, leaving behind a luminescence path, and as soon as it reached his forehead, an eye opened up, and in an instant, everything around us turned so bright that before I knew, I was done and dusted. I didn't even stand a chance to see what was it that defeated me in such a humiliating manner.
My Shadow techniques, my shadow army, my chimeras, and my combat skills, all of these accounted for me to be the 27th most powerful warrior in the demon realm, and that was last year. And this year, I was sure to be in the top 15 or top 20. And yet, he had the power to exceed me, even though he gave away the air of a novice when it came to his alchemy.
Just how dangerous will this man be if here were to once master it? He could topple the whole dimensional balance with the power he has accumulated within him, and yet, he could still have room for improvement.
Is this how people who strived to the path of success, lie in distraught when they're beaten away comprehensively by someone who didn't even work hard to stay and stick to the path's grueling and unforgiving troubles, and yet exceeded everything that they've been through their entire life, in an effortless manner?
Right now, I wasn't concerned about that. The only thing that bothered me was...Why Emily? Why is it that you were so adamant about saving that human unless...it surely can't be, right? My mind had already reached a conclusion before I could factor in all the hints that were thrown at me, and they only added fuel to my speculation.
When all is said and done, it only led me to one conclusion. I looked at the sky. The hot scorching sky lay ablaze. Barely being able to lift my arm, I was trying to reach for it..."They're coming. They're coming in hard, to fulfill the prophecy that destiny had laid out to them. And I was the testament to that. I was a part of history now. Guess, this is it, Blake.
And as I had sunk deeper into the ocean of despair, a hand reached out to me.
Huh?