Someone stood right in front of her, looking at her curiously. "Interesting... very interesting. You're not like the others," he said in a heavy, cold voice. "There is something in you, something more powerful, something terrifying...a power beyond my comprehension.
The padak stood, staggering, blood running from the corners of his lips. "Who... who are you?" He asked in a choked voice.
The black-robed figure chuckled. "You don't need to know who I am." The figure straightened the position of his robe. "But that doesn't mean we've never met. You don't realize it because your strength has yet to rise, young man."
The peg nation youth frowned, not understanding what this interlocutor meant. Had he met her? When? And what was the unawakened power he was referring to?
"It seems you really don't understand how this world works, do you? Questions fill your head, leaving you confused, what's really going on?" The figure gave a cynical look. "But that's okay, only a handful of people know about it. A thing that should not have been revealed, was uncovered in the ears of those lowlifes!" The figure turned to glare at the young man in front of him. His fists hardened, anger clearly visible on his face. A thin puff of dew could be seen rising from his breath.
The young man in front of him stared warily. An aura of hatred seemed to wrap around the black-robed figure, or perhaps it was his power. I don't know, he seemed to be able to see something that no one else could.
A few moments later the figure regained his composure, sighing repeatedly. "How careless of me. It's too easy to vent my frustration." He straightened the position of his robe again.
"Alright, back to the original topic. I was the one who ordered my subordinates to bring you here. Why? First, you entered an area that lowly people like you should have entered." The figure cleared his throat for a moment. "Secondly, you are not like other ordinary lowlifes. As I said before, you possess something terrible. Something very, very dangerous. I cannot believe that such a thing would fall to a disgusting peg nation like you. You shouldn't be standing right in front of me dammit! It was protecting you, I don't know what it was but it pissed me off, you killed my subordinates, destroyed part of this place!"
"I didn't want to do it myself. I hate my job, if it can be called a job." The figure reached out to the surrounding air, then a flash of black-colored lightning appeared around his grasp. A black sword with a purplish barut adorned the blade of the sword he was holding.
"Fight me, young man." The figure drew his sword towards the young man in front of him. Staring intently at him. "If you win this fight, I will let you live, but if you lose against me. I will have no choice but to silence your mouth forever.
The peg nation youth swallowed, fear and anxiety showing in his eyes. There was no way he could fight the figure in front of him, he even had trouble fighting the figure's subordinates and it was not easy, even almost losing his own life. Now he had to fight someone who claimed to be the leader of the people who attacked him on the cliff.
Without further ado, the black-robed figure rushed forward towards his opponent, his black sword emitting purple sparks. The peg nation youth suddenly stepped back before the sword cut his neck. Sweat poured from his temples, just a split second too late his head might have been ripped from his neck.
Suddenly the figure spun agilely, its body moving in one mesmerizingly smooth motion. With full force, he swung his leg, slamming heavily into the young man's body. The loud impact echoed through the air, making the young man groan in pain. His vision blurred as he lost his balance.
"How is the young man? Can you feel it yet?" The figure chuckled, adjusting the position of his cloak for the umpteenth time, the young man in front of him winced in pain, the kick from the figure was powerful, his breathing was labored, trying to remain calm even though he knew that his life was on the verge of death.
The figure stared at the young man in front of him intently, observing him. Then it snorted softly, its annoyance clearly audible. "Show me your skills lowly nation, I challenge you not to play around like a cat chasing its prey." The figure exclaimed angrily, then reappeared his sword. Purplish lightning sparks enveloped the darkening black blade, indicating that the figure was starting to lose his patience.
The black-robed figure shot out with incredible speed, its movements as agile as the thunder booming in the sky. In an instant, it slid right and left striking like lightning, making the air around it tremble. The young man tried to dodge back, his body reflexively moving backwards. But before he could take a step, a sharp flash flashed in his eyes-the sword had struck his shoulder first. The cold blade of the sword was painful as it slashed into his right shoulder, fresh blood rushing out along with the pain that continued to radiate to his shoulder area.
The figure chuckled, longer this time, full of mocking tone. He waved his sword around, causing blood to splatter on the ground. "How pathetic is that?" He said, his voice layered with arrogance. "You're the only peg nation lucky enough to have met me... or even reckless enough to fight me," his gaze fell on the young man who was now sitting up, both hands trying to press down on the wound on his shoulder that continued to ooze fresh blood. His breathing was labored, but his gaze-those eyes, did not show fear. Instead, those eyes stared back with a different look. A wild gaze. Ferocious. Like a beast locking onto its prey.
The figure was stunned.
"That look," he muttered under his breath, he flicked his sword again, this time raising his guard. Something had changed. At a glance he felt a great energy slowly rising from within the body of the young man in front of him. The energy continued to grow, getting stronger. The black-robed figure sighed for a moment, then laughed. It was a deep, loud, terrible-sounding laugh. I don't know what made him laugh, but one thing was certain, the young man in front of him was now dealing with someone who had lost his mind.
He raised his sword high, the look in his eyes growing wilder.
"Bring... Bring it here lowly boy..." he cried in a voice trembling with passion. "I'll chop you to pieces! So that people won't be able to find you and even your disgusting family won't know where your rotting body will end up!"
A memory emerged from the depths of his mind that was far away...
To Be Continued...