As Chiron stood up, his eyes, a searing molten red, scanned the battlefield. His dark aura continued to ooze out like vapor, wrapping him in an impenetrable shroud. He radiated an oppressive, suffocating energy that made those around him feel like they were in the presence of the Grim Reaper himself.
But then he saw him. Knight Sheyi. Clad in full bronze armor, save for his face, he was making a steady advancent, his heavy boots echoing ominously off the stone floor. Chiron’s heart skipped a beat.
Fear. It gripped him with a force that was both ntal and physical. His breath hitched, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin.
mories of their last battle flashed before his eyes: the relentless onslaught, the agonizing pain, the feeling of his life slipping away as Knight Sheyi’s curse threatened to decay his very essence.
His body reacted instinctively. His muscles tensed, and he felt a shiver run down his spine, as if icy fingers were tracing his vertebrae. His legs felt heavy, rooted to the ground, and his usually quick mind seed to stutter, caught in the vice of sheer terror.
The fire in his eyes dimd slightly, overshadowed by the shadow of the Knight’s impending presence.
He could feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears, each beat a drum of doom. His hands, usually so steady, trembled, the dark aura around him flickering with his fear. He could taste the tallic tang of blood on his tongue, a reminder of the chaos around him, but it did nothing to ground him. His vision narrowed, focusing solely on Knight Sheyi, who seed to grow larger and more nacing with each step.
Chiron’s mind raced, desperately seeking a way out, a strategy to counter the looming threat. But the fear was a heavy, suffocating blanket, smothering his thoughts and squeezing his chest.
The mory of Sheyi’s curse, the way it decayed everything it touched, was like a phantom pain, haunting him and making him feel as if his very soul was withering.
His body betrayed him further. His breath ca in shallow gasps, his throat constricting. The air seed to thicken, each inhalation a struggle. His pulse pounded erratically, a staccato beat that resonated with his mounting dread. He wanted to move, to attack, to do sothing, but his limbs felt leaden, as if weighted down by the ghostly grip of his mories.
Knight Sheyi’s face was etched with a look that sent chills down Chiron’s spine.
Chiron’s mind scread at him to fight, to run, to do anything but stand there frozen, but his body refused to obey, paralyzed by the sheer force of his terror.
His confidence, his strength, all of it seed to crumble under the weight of his fear. He was trapped, not by the physical presence of the Knight, but by the shadows of his own mind, the echoes of a battle that had nearly claid his life.
Chiron had faced knight sheyi a few tis in the fate change system in an attempt to hold back on this fear, but it proved impossible.
The real thing was even several tis worse than his system.
And then Knight sheyi stopped right in front of him. "Not bad! You were able to remove the curse of a magic user. But you see, curses are of different types and form. When I place my curse, its not just on you. But also on my image. aning that you might have removed the curse on you, but on my flawless person, it remains. Therefore, you are prey for the slaughter."
Slowly, he raised his hand to capture Chiron’s face. Till this mont, Chiron was unable to move. anwhile, in Chiron’s mind, he kept on fighting within himself to move again and again.
However, he was unable to. But while he was unable to, a skill appeared in his head.
The technique was End world.
This technique was of two grades, and imdiately, Chiron used the first one, sending an explosion of fire from his body, rushing out like a propelling storm from every inch of his being facing Knight Sheyi.
This attack, the way Chiron executed it was not supposed to be so. However he had not been able to move and therefore the explosion that ca from his body outward, was a double edged sword.
It blasted outward from his body, sending the Knight recoiling back but at the sa ti also blast Chiron back.
The blast was a huge one, totally consuming the temple.
After all, this was the full blast of the dantain of one in the bronze rank that used to be a Tamashi.
There was no way it was going to be a small one.
The temple and the surrounding area was totally destroyed. Even the hos far away from it had been caught in the blast.
An estimate would be nearly half of the city.
Chiron’s body appeared burnt and injured. So of the flas still burnt on his body.
However, this allowed him to escape what would have surely been a definite death.
Then again, it had been at a very expensive cost. That attack had used up all his spirit energy in his spiritual energy Dantain.
However, through the flas, Knight sheyi stood unard.
His figure was that of a hunter, enjoying the sight of his prey.
The flas danced in his armor but could not get through.
He had focused his power, more on protecting his n from the Holy Church, while Abel had protected Prince Victor and Emma.
Chiron knew without a doubt that the blast could not hurt Knight sheyi. After all. He was a rank 3 Bronze knight, and Chiron was only in the first rank, but he needed to try either way.
He coughed up a mouth full of blood. He had suffered both internal and external injuries.
"Before , your tricks are but a baby’s amusent." Knight Sheyi spoke, his voice thundering not just in the environnt but also in Chiron’s head.
Chiron might have sacrificed all the Spiritual energy in his dantain. But he still had his Death aura.
At least that was what he thought.
(Author’s note: Bad ti to fall sick ...)
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