The figures of two humans emerged from the perfect crater that had formed on the ground at the Plygania entrance, oddly enough, leaving an unblemished trail of colored lines over the settling earth's dust.
Logan dropped Acer carefully on the ground, masked in a degree of worry after noticing the increasing paleness of the young man's face.
The opening in front of them would have been the obvious escape route, but as the sand fog dissipated, more figures emerged even farther away.
Logan's exterior demeanor remained stoic, but his horrific radiance persisted.
He still could not contain the terrifying intensity with which his blood boiled... The entirety of his being is now glazed with a fountain of ferocity and inhumane dominance.
His vivid aura - albeit posed as a fume of purple stark, exploded like a nebula, leaving half of the scenery behind him under its opaque form.
Of the twelve Adepts Soldiers, and two Generals, Logan found them unmoved by his radiant... although, he dominated theirs at the moment.
But he did not expect anything less.
All their lives, the Luxols have been taught of how much superior they were over all other races - of which Mankind was not an exception.
Thus, when faced with a probably stronger opponent, their mentality remained unbiased and resolute... only probable to change when they had been overpowered.
The depiction, however, was a feat that no known race had accomplished.
Even more amusing, these armies only had their technical costume of metallic-plated embodiment, with no additional weapons attached.
'They underestimate me when! Sure - 'cause they dunno what I can do.'
Logan assumed an offensive stance, making eye contact with all fourteen Luxols.
It intimidated and overwhelmed him, but in the face of life or death, he could only push himself beyond his mental limits.
Logan rushed after the armies like a flash of lightning - and simultaneously, heavy chunks of earth reaped from the ground, launched at the readied target.
Like stones launched from an efficient catapult, four boulders of earth shot at the armies who dispersed from the area - their fluid motion as a gale in a starry night.
Logan, on the other hand, did not appear to be giving the squad any breathing room, immediately directing a stream of black radiating arrows from a burst of black glade in his palm.
At the moment, he stood outside the walls of Plygania, his mind overridden by a single mission - fight these suckers and win.
Cutting through the air with speed unrivaled by the Luxols... exuding such energy that could take anyone's life if precautions were not taken... he was shrouded in an undying camaraderie of purple-greenish hues. Logan resembles an older Luxols, perhaps.
His energy was leeched into every atom of life in the place... even to the young man lying weakly in a semi-wide crater.
But he could care less at this time. Even he faced his disturbing backlash.
He watched as the Armies retaliated at his concurrent attacks - obviously, they'd managed just enough time being the lower power.
Two projectiles of spinning blue blades, glowing under the sunlight aimed at him with concise precision.
"[Defect]"
With a single word, the blue blade puffed out of the air into nothingness, leaving its target in his continuous state of attack - dealing to the Luxols as much damage as he could.
'That was painful.' Logan maintained his unruly gaze and unprecedented aura, firing at the Luxols as if he were an omnipresent entity.
He could have ended the attack with his simple skill, Defect, but the nature of his ability was always susceptible to its own disadvantage.
Giving its user 10% damage of the skill he countered against... And half the percent of what he spurted.
So, in a real sense... by using the skill the way he did now, he put himself at a disadvantage comparable to what he dealt to his enemies.
Every Blaze of arrows that penetrated the ground...or army, dented to him 5% of the pain he inflicted.
To the best of his knowledge, the most formidable consequence of his complex ability—Corruptor—was that.
Located at the pinnacle of all recognized abilities, Corruptor Magic is a Primordial-tiered skill.
Unlike basic skills, which could be possessed by two or more people at the same time, the Corruptor was unique and would most likely be lost forever if its user died without a transfer.
The Corruptor ability, albeit complicated with every fracture of its existence still had visible good sides...and the nether.
The skill had a general concept of 'Steal, turn, use and disuse.'
With the Corruptor ability, one could siphon the ability of any entity it laid its interests on. Thereafter, leaving the person... or entity whose ability was siphoned from, disabled - permanently.
Then... given just the ability's name, change the skill into a more complicated, darker, and corrupted version.
For such reason, the Corruptor could easily be interpreted as a villain's gift... Its purpose is capable of transforming a peaceful planet into a corrupted abode.
Logan gnashed his teeth, plagued by his skin that seemed to be on fire...and his bones as if they were being smashed repeatedly by a boulder.
The Luxols were a powerful species that any human would find difficult to defeat even in one-on-one combat... And yet, he was in direct combat with fourteen of them - who kept ravishing him with lead upon leads of attack.
'What was I thinking?'
Maybe the pain that stung him woke him up from his reckless rage, and he paused from the battle for a moment, focusing his gaze on Acer, who whimpered on the ground in the distance.
'What..?!'
He finally noticed what was going on.
The fumes from his body were seeping into the lad through the rip in his stomach, leaving his blood a muddy black mess with a purple tint.
"Shit."
Logan ignored the Luxols who kept interrupting with bounds of attack... all that he avoided with his 'Defect' skill.
'At this moment we'll just run and leave them alone.'
Logan stripped through the air with exquisite grace, once again standing opposite a young man who could barely stand on his feet.
He looked into the man's eyes with dried tears and shook his head.
Once again, both latter were covered in a shield... Though it kept its unruly purple form and slowly condensed air.
"Acer! I'm sorry... But you have to be dead in the meantime."
"[Death Touch - Inabsolute.]"
Without a pause, Logan laid hands on the boy's chest - and slowly, he saw the latter lose himself into the undesirable hands of death.
"Just for the meantime, kid!"
"[Spatial Rift]"
The corpse disappeared at those words, as did the shield.
Logan took a glance at the army before focusing on the greenery outside the wall.
"I guess it's time to run!"