The ash of the burned letter formed words; the words were 'demonic land'. A place Amon and Leon knew too well.
"Fuck me sideways." Both of them said, At the same time, they saw what the letters of ash revealed to them.
"What will you do? Will we go?" Leon asked; the light of the candle with which he burned the letter was too weak for Amon to see Leon in full view. Leon, however, had not the slightest problem seeing in this darkness. Leon expounded on what would come next. But he still needed to ask.
"We will go; she saved Roxanne's life, and for that, I will save hers." Leon could see Amon clenching his fist. Had Amon not always cut his fingernails to behind the fingertips, he would have long since stabbed with his fingernails into his palm.
Leon sighed but could not contradict Amon, who did not trust Bruna but was willing to give her a chance.
"Alright, we will use the scrole of the traveler and get there, but remember, the last time both of us went there, you got five of your ripps shattered, and I lost consciousness for ten days straight."
As Amon and Leon warped to the scrole of the traveler and gave in the information for the teleportation, Amon's brain created the image of their last visit to the demonic land. They fought against a Sroc, a mixture of a white leoparth and a Saber-toothed tiger. His sabel-toothes were made of lightning, his nails of ice, and a flaming tail. This monster was usually an A-rank monster. However, on this day, the two of them encountered this monster that was far weaker; they encountered a young Sroc that was not fully weak enough to count as a B-Rank, which made them confident in killing it.
However, this went wrong; the Sroc played with them the way a cat played with a wool ball. Their bones got shattered, and the fight was lost.
The image of the mighty creature appeared right in his mind; it felt as if the wounds were still there.
Leon wrote the information about the demonic land at his fastest speed. He did not care about beautiful handwriting; he wanted to get this done as fast as possible.
As he was done, the world around them turned blue, the colors vanished, the world got painted white, every structure was gone, and bit by bit, a new structure built itself. The world's colors came back, and a place was revealed.
The grass and sky were painted wine red, and the trees were black. It was as if both of them treveled into another world, but in fact, both of them were still in Silverwood. This place existed at the very top of the Silverwood Kingdom.
Amon banded the Qi into the form of a yellow-glowing sphere; the sphere levitated a few inches above his palm. He clenched a fist and crushed the yellow-glowing sphere in his fist. Amon turned his fist towards the ground and slowly opened it. A drop of the same yellow glow fell to the ground. What happened from now on could only be seen by Amon.
The moment the drop touched the ground, sound waves spread everywhere. It was a skill with which Amon was allowed to search for people, elves, and monsters he was thinking about while crushing the blue ball in his fist.
"He is nowhere; what do you think we should do, Leon?" Amon had a plan in his mind, but he first of all wanted to know Leon's opinion on the matter. His expertise would help him a lot at this very moment.
"First of all, if he attacks, you need to create some source of light. The light in this area is too low for my crystals to break the light and form my imagination."
"Second, we need to work together in this fight. He has both of his daggers back by now, and if he truly is as powerful as we are told, we have a massive problem. That's everything I can say."
For Amon, this was surprisingly poor information from Leon, which made it clear to him just how powerful and unpredictable the unknown must be.
"In this case, let's prepare a few things."
Amon set up a few traps and made my Qi; this was their greatest tactical advantage, as always. The fact that no matter what they do, without the help of an item, a megician has no chance of finding out where Amon is or what he plans If Amon wanted to, he could kill every person he wanted to without a single trail leading to him.
To everyone's luck, Amon was at this very time a happy person; however, a few years ago, Amon killed everything that trampled on him or his beloved without even thinking twice. The only time he refrained from doing so was when the Silverwood king did not allow Amon to form a guild without paying.
It would have only led to problems, and an innocent person would, in the end, become the culprit for his actions. In the end, Amon was not a bad person who loved seeing other people's misfortune.
"My information is clearly correct; no matter what I do, I can't see any trails on you, nor can I feel any power coming from you."
The voice Amon heard after destroying the bridge appeared in his brain again, and as he turned around, the person he saw back then sat on a black rock.
"How did you get here? I checked the whole area a few minutes ago."
At Amon's words, Leon turned around and saw the sight of the unknown sitting on the black rock. Leon waited for Amon to create a light source he could work with; however, Amon did nothing; instead, he talked with the unknown.
"Well, let's say that I am a fast person; you will see if you turn around."
Amon followed the direction of the unkown finger, where he saw Bruna uncontious lying on the ground.
"Even if it is not my way of doing so, for your bravery, I will reward you. So I will give you one minute to prepare for your fight."
"How do you know this?" Amon's attention swiched at Leon; he figured out that Leon must hear different things than he. But this was the only chance to buy time while preparing something. The only chance to prepare an attack that would either kill the unknown or bring the unknown was his very first loss.
The unknown pulled his daggers out; his daggers were now bound by a chain to each other. He took the weapon by the chain and swung the dagger from the left to the right as if it were a clock pendulum. Each swing stood for one second less time than Amon had to prepare.
Amon cracked with his little ringfinger; the noise let Leon awaken from his stupor. Leon had no idea what would come now, but it was not time to worry in this manner. He needed to fight. Leon grabbed the handle of his gun and prepared to shoot the unknown if possible.
This changed, however, as he saw how Amon shifted his weight. His weight was shifted to his front leg, and Amon stood in preparation. Amon's ring turned into a dubble-egged sword as the thirty-second arrived.
"It's been a long time, my Eon, since we fought like this." Amon smirked while preparing everything he could.
"That's right, my friend. Let's meet each other in a different life." Leon smiled in a way Amon saw the last time one and a half years ago. The smile showed true trust and bravery. The smile that was prepared to unleash forever from this world
"Sixty times up. Now. Die."