Kim Yong Pov
15 hours passed since the old man created the chaos, he also fought the dragonette for 13 hours and is currently helping the survivors to enter the museum.
The museum has the scythe in it and become a refugee camp, so that every survivor can enter it. The materials of the Dragonette are used to craft some kind of weapon or orb, it emits a lot of mana and feels like the scythe I held in the world of darkness.
'He really prepares everything for me'
I practice for 15 hours the shadow magic and techniques I learned from the shadow mana path... as I am now on the path of the individual who did this in the first place.
The two children hid in the same house, build out of wood planks and logs, where I found them in the world of darkness. I watched them over the 15 hours, and they left their house every 2 hours to see the old man coming back.
"Well, they are still doomed to live in pain and fear"
I lampooned with the hope my guilt would disappear a bit. Cold air leaves my mouth along with all my emotions.
'Well, I will surpass the gods' expectation... and kill them'
The old man arrives at the wooden gate of the village, pushing his left arm up as well as hiding it. A smile plastered his face the entire time, even when he was fighting the dragonette.
"Father, you are back!"
"Daddy, we thought you died!"
The children rushed out of the house, the daughter calling him father, whilst the boy calls him daddy as well as expressing his worries.
"Hahaha, you really think I would die against a simple Dragonette"
He puffed out his chest moreover showed his bicep on the right arm, where some purple lines appeared on his body, he stroked their heads with the biggest smile he can muster.
"Go back to the house and wait for me"
They hug him with healing magic, however it doesn't work at all, it made it even worse and spreads the poison faster.
The girl dragged her brother in the house, who is crying and wanting to stay by his side, while crying moreover biting her lower lip with so much force that blood drips from her mouth.
^Bam^
The door of the house slam shut and the crying of these two young dragons is echoing through the village, despite that is the old man smiling even more like he remembered something.
'Does he know that they are dead?'
I don't understand his intentions nor his thought process, nonetheless, I know that my time has come to act.
My hands perform a dance between them and the darkness leaving my hand as threads, covering the whole peak of the mountain as well as the gate. The veil is adapting to the surroundings, furthermore replicating it to hide its presence.
Veil of darkness
Self-explanatory what it does, yet it was hard for me in the past to create it or even to cover a whole mountain top with it.
He enters a church at the end of the village and the furthest away from the gate. The church has one key difference, and that was the dragon head out of red diamonds instead of a cross on the wall.
I leap from the edge of the mountain to the church, already feeling the end of this dungeon closing in.
A huge monster horde covered in darkness rushed towards the city, perfectly timed with my descend in the mountain plus the veils time to replicate the surroundings.
"No turning back now"
I need to complete the dungeon like this individual did or else I will probably not get all artifacts nor the item crafted out of a dragonette.
Landing on the ground feels weird, like the ground was breathing. The concentration to confront this dragon and get some clues or information to what exactly is this universe and why me resurfaced in my brain.
The suppressed feeling of inferiority makes it clear for me again that I am still controlled by my past mistakes. My steps feel a lot heavier to take, the double door in front of me has strange engravings, making it even harder for me to move for some reason.
'Most of these feelings aren't mine'
It feels weird to feel someone else's emotions, nonetheless, I push the door wide enough open to let me enter and close them behind me as silent as possible.
"Welcome dear challenger"
His lips are purple, and his skin is as pale as a ghost, the purple lines on his skin stretched up to his face, yet he smiles like it is the most beautiful moment he is living in.
He sits on a throne like chair with three dragon heads on each armrest one together with at the top of the chair, three dragons spine hold the chair in its form. In front of him are the two artifacts in display cases, both emitting a lot of darkness mana.
"Or should I say killer of my children"
I stopped for a second and observe his smile... he wasn't angry or sad but happy... that I killed them.
"Why did you do that?"
He is confused by my question and took a minute to get what I meant. The smile grows wider as a voice enters my head.
"I did that because it is my task to do that"
I thought of the possibility that it happens every time if someone worthy appears... and it seems like that.
I fix my eyes on the poison slowly creeping up towards his brain as well as into his dragon heart. The poison will enter his heart in about 4 minutes and his brain in... 2 minutes.
"Ask the questions you want to ask... we don't have a lot of time"
His voice emerged again in my head, similar to open speech in murim manhwas, the tone was serious and relaxed at the same time.
"Tell me about the prophecy of your world and the corresponding problems with it"
The artifacts reacted to my words like magic does to incantations, emitting even more mana as well as hitting the glass with all their force to get to me.
He watches all that like he relives it again, swiping with his hand to the right. The two artifacts calm down and even emitted less mana than when I entered the building.
"The prophecy was simple-"
An entire hologram is emerging right before my eyes, a character like in a game also appearing out of nowhere.
"The two Gods of creation will fight till one breathes his last breath and releases destruction on our world in the form of a god-"
The hologram shows two beings fighting until one is pierced by a sword from the back, falling from his former glory he split his powers on a second body, moreover is the second body red for destruction I guess.
"As a consequence of his action, he chooses a proxy who should protect us and bring us back into his arms"
The fallen being looks on a planet and stretches his hand while pointing at five points on the planet, that all shine so bright like stars.
"However, we all misinterpreted the last part and gathered all five of them, measured their magical capacity and absorption"
The hologram zoom in and shows me the mountain here with the five individuals putting their hand on some kind of orb, that glowed in different colours.
"We didn't have such a practical system like you have nor did anyone had a system except the five chosen one"
Now I find something strange, he shouldn't know of the system or how it looks if he wasn't one of the chosen ones, and I am more than sure this system didn't allow them to share it.
He could have known of it, but no one would believe anything like that in a medieval world... which makes it somewhat easy to understand what's going on.
"So you were one of the chosen ones, and you look so calm, since through me all of you continue to live"
His eyes flung wide open and his smile is now a genuine one, he laughs and coughs up blood like crazy, however he ignores it.
"Yeah, Yeah, we all continue to live through you... if you survive"
I squint my eyes at the last pat of his reply, it sounds more like a fact that I don't have a chance to survive against it.
'Did everyone turn insane because a soul is holding all of these artifacts as his vessel?'
If this is true, then I am sure that a few months won't be enough to suppress him.
"Hey boy"
The mana starts to gather around his heart, increasing the density of it by a lot, and the church amplifies it almost five times.
"Watch out for the Shadow you believe in or else... it will consume yo-"
^BOOM^