Pitter
"Why so serious?"
Patter
Avalon's size had never been recorded and no one had been truly able to create a map. It was said that it's ever expanding, others claimed that Spheres collide with Avalon and get assimilated, but all it boiled down to was that Avalon grows.
That was the same reason why despite so many Empires, Kingdoms. Warmongers, no one could claim to have the biggest plot. In this unconquered land, stood the many uncrowned Kings who walked the land, searching to fulfill their unsatiated desire numbers in millions.
Under the name of the Great Law, those wishing to rise created towers touching the skies all so they could welcome the people from beyond their grasps with deafening applause of the Winged Lights. Gods, Emperors, Kings, Chiefs, Masters, Leaders, Lords, give them their offers, and entice them to their sides.
It could be said that these manners of high-status figures welcome them with riches of the future. But why? Such a question should not be asked, for it was stupid to even raise such thoughts. These people from beyond, these Otherworlders were dangerous.
Heroes? Villains? It didn't matter for what was known was that any Otherworlder who could survive their first week in Avalon would rise to become a Calamity.
And Isaac… with killing intent soaring through the skies to match Warmongers, proved such tales of Legends and Myths.
An Otherworlder didn't have any special property given to them when they arrived at Avalon. They were the same as them, even the Limit Breaker Skill they have were documented to have little to no advantage given to them. However, there was one thing that people of Avalon found these Otherworlders have.
Their experience was far deadlier than theirs and that they spent an egregious amount of life and death battle at such an early age that their collective killing intent gave birth to the saying: Experience Points is not about Numbers.
Pitter-patter Isaac went, his eyes were enveloped in red and his scythe black. His steps were slow, but steady. He was calculative, patient, and most importantly, dangerous.
Talon did not dare slack at any front, 'He only has one arm, his weapon needs two to be utilized effectively. His strength is enough to swing that thing so fast that it caught Xerxes off guard and if we're cut, then the secondary effect could be activated and then we'll explode. The Rear is still clearing the area, they must be sweeping around us if they're still not here… that means we're on our own to deal with Isaac. Though he created the plans and killed the Anarchy Lord… some things can't be avoided.'
Talon got up from the group with the help of the others and signalled at them with a look, 'We have to prioritize our survival and kill hi-'
"You have such a good weapon, but you're as uninteresting as before." Isaac spoke, right in front of Talon whose eyes widened.
Talon saw Isaac's left hand placed gently on his chest. Isaac looked at him with disappointed eyes, "You're too hung up on your past. You do not interest me."
Boom!
Talon's chest cave and he was sent flying without a moment's notice. He crashed on several trees, with his defeat, the Attack Squad was left with twenty-two members with zero leaders. They tried to make the first move, but the effect of shock seeing Talon treated as a ragdoll was enough to cause them to freeze for another split second, giving Isaac enough time to close the distance on one of them.
He had no weapon in his hands yet his hand came from above. The Knight moved in on Isaac to counter, but in that instant, the Scythe flew into Isaac's hand, "Big mistake."
Slash!
An arm was claimed and with a kick was sent flying across the air.
Twenty-One left.
Pssssssssh!
Blood spurted from the arm and Isaac's back. Two men had slashed him with spears. He looked at them with a glare and they swallowed their fears and smashed him across the face with the shaft of their spears!
Boom!
An explosive force smashed Isaac's head. He could feel his skull cracking. But all that the others saw was him smiling back at them.
"What the!?"
"That's impossible!"
They yelped out in shock, seeing hardened blood breaking apart from the place that they hit.
[Blood Armor]
"Not enough."
Slash!
From below, Isaac slashed with his body contorted, cutting off their legs. Their screams did not last long in Isaac's ears because he just moved to the next target.
One after another, Isaac met with them. He did not stop and continued smiling even when he was shot by an arrow on his right shoulder. When his wrist was caught by chains, he stomped on it and pulled the attacker as they staggered.
He was fast, deadly, and his stamined seemed to be bottomless. They were a hundred levels above him, but only ten notches was not enough to hinder his movement. Armors did not protect them, the gap was attacked, the neck was stabbed by his toes, their helmets crushed, and their joints severed with a swing.
He fought and fought and fought, and the Attack Squad would have been annihilated if not for the fact that Isaac had stopped all of a sudden. As he cackled while bathing in blood, Isaac stopped his movements for he had fainted while stomping on the chest of one of his enemies.
Isaac was dispatching the Attack Squad left and right as though levels did not matter to him. But the truth could not be further. In actuality, he was struggling. He was lacking in strength and speed compared to them so to compensate his blood flowed faster and provided more energy. The boost of blood was not without its limits, however. His heart pumped and pumped and with the passing seconds, and the wounds he received, he began losing blood faster than before.
Isaac stopped because he had bled out too much… or so the reports would later say.
But, what they did not know was that the curse of the Death Lord would remain active if the user does not reel their killing intent in. That night, Isaac failed to control his killing intent and went into a frenzy, attacking his enemy and manifesting the creator of the Scythe.
He would've continued fighting until he withered and died.
But, somewhere, someone broke a black pendulum and activated a curse that momentarily stopped Isaac's heart and counterbalanced the effect of the [Scythe of the Death Lord] making him regain his consciousness.
And after he regained his consciousness, Isaac smiled, thinking to himself, '...I'm going to get to meet an Anarchy Lord.'