A man lay down on a damp forest ground, it was dark, but the blue moonlight gave sufficient lighting. He looked around, still lying on the floor. His face showed clear signs of fear, but his eyes were full of determination.
With the coast clear, he decided to make a move. He tried to get up, but then realized sothing— his legs were both gone, with dark, crimson blood gushing out from them soundlessly.
He felt no pain, but his bewildernt grew in panic. Whoever his hunter was, he knew that person had got him, the prey. He tried to crawl away, 'just a few more', he muttered under his slow and heavy breathing.
But the slow crawling by scratching the ground did not last long, the next thing gone were both of his hands— silently, painlessly. The man scread, not in pain or agony, but in pure panic and fear.
He knew his ti had co, and without putting up any more resistance, he accepted his fate, he accepted the slow but painless death. But fate was indeed cruel, his figure started to be crushed slowly, starting from his leg above his knees.
The man scread as he felt pain, real pain he had forgotten long ago. Slowly, his abdon was crushed by an invisible force, the sound of cracking bones and squished organs penetrated the silence of the night, together with an unbridled scream of a man in agony.
After a short while, the screams stopped as the man's head was crushed. The night regained its serenity, and the hunter who killed the man ca out from behind the shadows.
He had charcoal-black hair, deep dark eyes, and a sharp jawline with a trimd beard. He wore a cream double-breasted frock and a grey flat cap.
He went in front of the dead man... no, crushed corpse and stood there silently for so ti, then he spoke in a low, apologetic voice, "You could have died an easier death if you were not a part of that foolish group, I am sorry, but this is the only way to get answers."
After a brief prayer for the dead, he took out a few small bottles and rummaged through them until he found a bottle of grey liquid with white spots churning inside it.
Without wasting ti, he opened the bottle, and let a single drop fall out of the bottle, imdiately closing the bottle and putting it away. He then clasped his hands together as if he was praying.
Oh spirits who guide the dead
I ask for none but a mont
Allow to converse with the soul
The soul of the deceased whom I marked
Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire
The air above the corpse got distorted, and a white and grey figure slowly materialized. The man in the frock coat imdiately took out a silver cube and placed it on the ground, before it touched the ground, it flew up from his hand and started to spin clockwise, and an invisle barrier was ford.
Searching through his double-breasted frock coat again, he took out a slim stick and burned its end with a blue fla he conjured using ether. The stick was instantly burned and the residue particles of different colors hung in the air.
After finishing up with all of the preparations, he started his conversation with the soul of the dead man, who scread pitifully as soon as he heard his voice.
The conversation did not go on for long, right after obtaining the relevant clues, he dispelled the barrier and let the colorful fog disperse. He stuffed the silver cube inside his pockets and took out a golden pocket watch. He smiled at the picture inside.
It was his family, Alex Drakonis, with his red hair, along with his wife, Eleyn, holding a baby Judge who was wrapped securely in a cotton cloth. And also his two other little volcanos Liam and Amber. His gaze shifted to the ti, "It's high ti I head back!" He said to himself, "I have to accompany Amber tomorrow.
"But let et Judge first, I missed his birthday, and as a proper father, I have to make it up to him."
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Alex drakonis, still sitting on the windowsill of Judge's room, turned to his son and laughed, changing back to his original appearance. The charcoal black hair turned red, and the dark eyes that seed to hold the abyss turned into a radiating golden glow.
His facial features transford: his Greek nose grew more angular, his eyes beca sharper, and his brows thinned. The once-trimd beard vanished, leaving behind a youthful visage that resembled a twenty-year-old struggling his hardest to grow out a single strand of beard.
Judge looked at his father thoughtfully, he instantly knew what to do. If there was one person his mother could not go against, it should be his father. "Alright let's go outside, Dad."
He went and hugged his father tightly, who raised him up with both his hands, "You seem energetic, that's my son." He let out a laugh as if he was the happiest man alive on the planet.
All of Judge's worries seed to lt when he was in his father's embrace, it was as if he had no worries to begin with, he wanted to stay like for longer.
Alex held Rey's hand and teleported away, he knew Judge could not go out through the window. Judge was hoping to see an alleyway or sowhere inconspicuous inside the city, but the view in front of him was breathtaking, literally— He even forgot to breathe as he marveled at the beauty of the lush green scenery.
It was not inside the city, they were in the sky, watching the panoramic view of lush mountains as far as his eyes could see.
Without warning, his father transford into a great, red dragon— with wings almost as big as his huge body, Judge sat on his back and enjoyed the ride. "Hold on, Judge. Try not to fall." He laughed as he accelerated.
"Whaaat?!" Judge Could only muster up one word before he felt the strong gush of wind due to his father's flight.
He decided to focus on the scene instead of letting the wind get him, he had to hold on firmly to his father's scales.
Judge watched the countless lakes and rivers, both big and small. There were many small towns, and he could get a clear view due to his sharp eyes, but he knew the villagers would have a hard ti making out what was flying overhead due to how high his father flew.
His clear mind had only one thought after seeing the beautiful places he had never seen before, even in his previous life. "Haa, take that, Mom! Who would you push the bla onto? Father is the one who took out, you have no right to be angry."
You are not going to ground Dad, are you? He could not help but chuckle after thinking about his mother who had no way of grounding him.
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What is happening? Judge was kneeling in front of his mother who seed to be too angry to even hear him out, he turned to the side, Dad? His father was also kneeling but he was more humble than him.
Judge sighed, why did he trust his father was gonna let him out of his house arrest?
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