Leon had to fight against three beings at once; he was outnumbered not only in strength but also in many aspects.
Heltin saw the courage of the frail man; it was hard to believe what he had said. Could he really be taken seriously? He wanted to ask him if his fragile body could handle a single light punch from him.
But before he could open his mouth to give a grim mocking, he was taken aback by the strange aura shrouding Leon's body. Heltin's eyes widened, and his mouth was left open, slightly.
Leon was radiating an intense aura; it was frightening even for the two beings standing close to toddle away from him.
Am I mistaken? That power is no ordinary, a man with such tremendous power hidden in the godforsaken place. Heltin was amazed.
Even though he, himself, was a low-tier fourth-dimensional being. It was hard to elevate to such a level in order to emit a power like this.
Gargil was thrilled to have a fray with this man who had appeared out of the blue. Perhaps a toy was sent by Holy Palace; there was no one else for him to think about. The sacred power is only behind that damned place.
"To seize such an opportunity, it is my honor to have a battle with a human that could tingle my heart with excitement." Gargil said, walking forth.
When Gargil approached Leon, his view began to tilt. His head had become numb, like there was nothing left to feel; he was in disorientation.
There was only the sound of a thud of one object falling after another, reverberating in the hall. Gargil had to realize that his head was cut off.
"You're not worth my time, Gargil."
"Even after being concealed from the world, somebody knows my name?" said Gargil with a beam on his face. His excitement was writhing inside; it could no longer be restrained.
Leon turned his head to the right, and when he did so, Gargil was already standing there. His giant and muscular body was big enough to smash and tear Leon's limb into pieces.
His head had reattached to his body; it was quick, all thanks to Heltin expediting his healing process.
The mount's front legs rose in the air only to bash at the ground, shattering it like glass. Revealing a new place for them to fight.
Lava erupted from the ground, and the sky dyed in a reddish hue; stars began to plunge from the sky. It was a chaotic realm.
Leon had been taken far away from the place, far from the very hall where he was standing a few seconds ago.
He grunted and grasped the chin of the four arms with his fingers. Leon's fingers dig into Gargil's skin as glitter bursts from it, encompassing his fingers.
"Enough of your plays; your trio always sickened me." Leon could no longer hold back. He roared and darted towards Heltin with his sword scything through space.
***
Darlos was pushing the blocks almost his size, various symbols crafted on them, and at the centre of the block was an orb glowing in blue.
He had no idea what it was, but for the orb, from his knowledge, these types of orbs are used for summoning beings from different worlds.
These orbs were rarely found, but seeing so many of them, Darlos couldn't fathom where they could have gotten so many of them, like these orbs were common in the world.
More importantly, the layers of the walls are thick and many. It seems I'm still in the first layer, at least fifteen or more for me to traverse to arrive at the main city.
It would be a long journey while he was on it. There were times when they were given a break. In the interim, Darlos was sitting on the bench, watching the people giving him an ugly stare as they passed by him.
He didn't mind; these people's judgement meant nothing to him, who was hundreds of folds superior to them. He only needed to give them a single glance, and they would become sooty.
"Are you on sales?" asked a voice that came from beside him.
"Sales? How dare a mere…"
When Darlos darted a glance at the owner of the voice, he saw a slave girl with unkempt purple hair and a brownish and coarse shirt perforated from every corner. Her arms were stretched, and her hands were wide open; what rested on those palms were two silver coins.
When Darlos saw the slave girl's face, he was reminded of Manali. To him, it was like she was standing here. Darlos had to shake his own head to get the hallucination off.
When he did, his mouth twisted, and he asked the girl back.
"And are you on the sales too?"
The girl was confused; what a strange question the man had asked, but she didn't realize, she was the first one to ask that question.
She ruminated, her mouth bobbled up and down. Darlos was getting annoyed; at this point, he wanted to get back to pushing the blocks.
Not only was he pushing the blocks, but he was also learning about the whole city with his shadows. He had to comprehend everything within the view; even the suburbs shouldn't be left.
Only filth, no honourable man around. The world has become enigmatic. Darlos said inwardly, disappointed.
He could sense only atrocious energy permeated within these humans as if they had sold their souls to the devil for the price to be holy. He couldn't find ordinary people except the slaves with no sign of wickedness.
Moreover, the exterior of each house was fashioned differently than the other one. One would be in yellowish paint, decorated with statues of the sun god.
Today's sun is their God; tomorrow the moon will be. Absurd.
A jade-painted house had a statue of a human around her and fairies crafted from wood. Most probably, a demigod. Darlos never accepted them as gods or demi-gods; these were imperfect beings that had weaknesses.
They seem more human than gods.
Darlos reverted his gaze back to the illiterate juvenile; the coins were in her hand; she was still offering them to him.
"Are you doing this in jest?" his tone harsh as biting wind. "Go away, I have no interest in your offer."
Instead of leaving, the girl decided to sit beside him, making Darlos more irate. He sighed in acceptance of his defeat, but he didn't utter a word; instead, he was watching several primeval books in a library through his shadow.
Every piece of information was being accumulated within his mind, with each word being absorbed in his mind; his eyebrows would rise and sometimes twist.
Many things written in those books couldn't be fathomed; he could read the language, but the information was like alien to him.
The only thing that attracted him the most was the sentence written within a book.
[Seven eyes from different worlds will be summoned and slaughtered to review the most medieval mage, Dark Mage of Corruption.]
Isn't the dark mage a myth made by the mist clan ancestors?
Darlos had a bad premonition about it. He had to look deeper into it. Before he could search for more information, seven highly trained guards were approaching nearer. He had no choice but to place the book on the shelf and submerge in the ground.
When his vision returned back to the original body, his eyes reverted towards the girl who was fiddling with the coins while humming.
"Tell me the truth or ask someone else your stupid question."
The girl had no choice but to pull out a small paper from her armband. The paper was in tatters, but the context was clear enough to be readable.
She unfurled the brownish paper and placed the coins on it. She moved her hands that were trembling just by cradling them in her arms. A cartload of small cuts was made on her arms and hands. A few of them were fresh ,and many had dried, leaving only marks behind.
Darlos only noticed now, only to ignore it because this wasn't his matter.
"Can you read it for me?I have asked many but only heard bad things."
"Convincing enough," Darlos inhaled an abundant amount of air through his noise, and slowly exhaled the air out.
"I will read it for you, and then you will leave with respect."
The girl could only nod, her eyes tingled with sparkling hope that was visible on her face. She listened attentively as Darlos began to read it.
"It hadn't been long but servant you must take this message to the man living in the castle of darkness, he will keep you save from the dreadful kingdom and tell him this, not to come to holy palace they know, they know everything… from your lord Manali…"
Darlos hands trembled, his grasp on the paper weakened. With a darkened expression, he glanced at the girl and grabbed her from the shoulder, quivering her a bit.
"Tell me, who handed you this?" Darlos inquired.
The juvenile's expression turned pale; her words stuck in her throat when she looked at Darlos enraged face with eyes blazing like sun. The inconceivable power emanated from Darlos made the girl fumble for the right answer.
"The prince… no… no… my mother gave it to me."
Darlos could find no lie in her answer, in return for the answer he handed over the paper with five golden coins.
"Keep it, I might be needing your help later on."
The information was sufficient for him; at the same time, he was suspicious of the girl. Darlos doubted it to be a coincidence because in a world like this, coincidence would be just a myth.
He tried to contact Leon, sharing the information; but his connection with him was so weak he could barely sense his presence.
He clicked his tongue and anxiously said.
I have to find that brat before something awful transpires.
When Darlos contemplated about the message, he realized that Holy Palace was already ahead of them. Leon was heading towards the very trap they both believed to be the source of Holy Palace destruction.