"In short the Silver bullet was a weapon created to kill only bloodlines. If this was shot at humans, supernatural beings, or ability holders plus power man nothing would affect them.
The bloodlines were the red spot of the bullet.
It was created in clear silver, shiny even shot.
One bullet could be used ten times.
And the most important thing, its aim wasn't the heart or the head but the left arm which was the main center of killing the bloodline.
When the victim is hit with it, it boils up his or her blood inside the whole body, thawing all the organs while the victim is alive suffering and the heart would explore in a minute leaving the person to breathe his last.
This process duration of just seven seconds.
To experiment with it, our family used it on themselves first. The members who were affected by the bloodline evolving, we targeted them on the front line, killing them all.
Next were their families who were chosen one by one, not caring about their ages.
We massacred mercilessly accounting for the killing rate of nearly ten families, two clans, and one entire generation within ourselves.
We left no sign of bloodline holders in us.
We spared powers and ability holders to gain power yet, bloodlines weren't forgiven, they were burned alive in their mansions and houses.
On this occasion, no one dared to open their mouth for their protection….
Why?
Because they had a combination of odd creatures within them They feared that their family might come next to target if they breathed one word out.
On the other side, we were proud, filled in pride to make this stand we made above all, especially the resolution members. They could have been destroyed by us however, we didn't have any interest in them anymore.
They were just pieces of trash for us.
But, on the dark side, there stood one man on our faces. His name was 'Author'. He was from the Arts.
From him, we had to face a lot of troubles.
Just...…one...…...
He managed to break our income system, and our funds, and stopped our warfare facilities. He was the one we faced a lot of suffering from every corner to win yet, this single man won from us..."
"But, we used the same way on him too…. At primary, we were silent because it was difficult to move on however, to make it short we attacked his beloved once.
I mean his OWN family.
Too bad for him that most of them were from the Bloodline family which was an easy target for us.
We killed his whole family, his entire family... though we also heard that a few were banished earlier but there was no trace left behind of his family.
And the side effect of this movement…...
His family was so smart that they hid him and forewent themselves in front of our bullets. We made it up to them but couldn't end him.
Who is still at present missing?
Sadly, due to his fear, we are forced to work in cover. We are making sure that he doesn't step in while we are busy killing all the bloodlines...…."
"And that is what our half history holds within itself" narrator Habour.
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Standing in a clear crystal hall, Zen, Habour, and Roland were presented in front of a huge crystal that played as a red power glowing within, capturing a bloodline man in it.
These three turned back towards a young boy who was chained with his arms. These chains were appearing out of a portal from the opposite side which greeted him directly when he was shifted into this place after getting wrapped by the cape.
The boy was seated on the crystal floor weakened, exhausted as the chains were glowing from time to time.
This glow was extracting mana from the boy's body.
Roland suggested doing this. He confessed to his brother that they won't be able to attack him in power due to the dark wall.
Plus, even if they used any weapon against him, it wouldn't cause any damage, which was why the only solution was to weaken his mana to lower his defense, and then they would attack him.
"You are pretty smart as always, bro!" cheered Zen with his arms folded behind his head.
"We shouldn't waste a single moment in eradicating the last bloodline of Magus…." replied Roland as he ignored his brother's words. He paced towards the jailbird adding, "we won't let him grow….." he stood in front of him.
The little mate exhaled and inhaled numerously. He was suffering from severe body aching. He felt dizzy and couldn't vision clearly.
When he heard the boots pause in front of him, his eyes opened only to meet up with a frustrating scene. A count-down screen:
[3:00]
[2:59]
[2:58]
[2:57]
[2:56]
[2:55]
[2:54]
[2:53]
[2:52]
[2:51]
"survivor…Eden" whispered the boy to himself, "survivor…" and his head dropped.
Roland watched him in silence however, the hatred Roland had for Eden was deeper than a brother hating his twin. Yet, his cold expression made him stay firm within his control.
He squatted down in front of the boy, dragging his head with his hair which made him scream out of sheer pain, "AAA!"
This made him furious and he slapped Eden's face threatening, "SHUT UP! You trash! You can speak only when I permit you to. So tell me, what do you think of our history? We would love to hear your comment before we perish you..."
At first, Eden was silent. His head was hung like a ragged doll.
"I ASKED SOMETHING!" yelled the man in the rage, shaking his head.
This was the reply he gave by opening his lips straight,
"AH…..AH.......LAIR!"