Terror Of The Forgotten God: Villain Harem In The Apocalypse Chapter 2: Last Blood

The pulse however vanished as sothing entirely different happened.

Before Arthur’s very eyes, he watched space stretch like a rubber band. The distance to the school’s gate stretched further away till the gate couldn’t be seen at all.

Arthur’s mind spiraled into great confusion especially when collapsing skyscrapers started manifesting in the area of stretched space. Although he couldn’t see it, the second year block vanished completely.

Letting out a horrifying scream, he sprang to his feet but couldn’t maintain balance as the entire planet quaked constantly.

He dashed towards the junior high section, which was about two hundred ters away from the Senior high section. Space didn’t affect it, however toppling debris made his sprint slow.

As if guided by luck, multiple huge slabs of debris fell close to him but never on him. Just when he thought the world couldn’t get any crazier, a second resonance struck and everything went still.

Structures and random objects stopped warping into reality; space stopped stretching and gravity normalized. Yet that was rely the ushering of yet another calamity, the madness of ti.

While he didn’t stop running, every ten steps he took, the moon rose and the sun fell. Ti was rewinding with no physical affect.

Paying minimal attention to the happenings, he rushed to check on his siblings. The first thing he saw directly at the section’s gate was, a blooded arm with his mother’s ring and purse in it.

He stumbled to a pillar, both the light of the sun and the reflection of the moon shone on his horror striken face. Arthur’s hands trembled as he touched what seed to be his mother’s dismbered limb.

" Allen!!! Alia!!! " He scread leaving the arm and rushing into the yard. Morbid bodies of adolescents lay galore, their blood seeping into the depths of the earth.

Stepping mindless over the corpses and falling to his face multiple tis, he ran to his younger siblings class.

Nevertheless he didn’t need to reach the class, as they lay unmoving in each others arms at the doorpost of a classroom. Satisfying his curiosity of his family’s whereabouts, he fell to his knees.

Arthur maintained that position for a while, staring blankly at the blood soaked ground.The ti glitch had stopped and what hung over this side of the Earth was an eclipsed moon and countless stars.

Unknowingly a streams of blood ran down his bloodshot eyes. The cause of sensation on his face brought back his consciousness. He turned to see the eyes of the survivors staring at him.

While he looked at them, his brain didn’t register the presence of the survivors of the Macbeth junior high. His brain could register nothing, it just wanted to rest, to go ho.

Arthur rose in a single but slow motion, his stance rigid and stiff. He walked slowly and helpless out of the section and in the path which lead to his house.

Technically space would have made that completely impossible, yet he walked with an outdated ntal map. Slowly he walk through the ruins of his world.

Blood flowed endlessly, bodies lay in countless heaps as if arranged by soone or sothing. Still Arthur walked passed everything without minding.

When he mind predicted he was supposed to be ho, he stopped and his thoughts returned. Before him was a dilapidated landscape of ruins.

Truly the world had gone mad.

Minutes later he stood on a prodding concrete wall, nothing remained. He stared at the distant horizon, he couldn’t see it clearly but he knew what lay ahead was damnation.

A teardrop slowly ran down his face, then another, then it was constant.

This ti he wasn’t subconscious, he could now feel, and it burned hotter than fire. His heart was so heavy, he could only prostrate on the slope and chock on his tears.

Staying in that position for what seed to be hours, Arthur felt sothing surge in him ’ Father, I can still find father..., no father is dead as well.’ Rising he scread to the sky, "Only I remain!!!"

Minutes passed and his face was still up, staring at the starry sky, it seed to be all, but Arthur saw sothing. Sothing that made his throat run dry.

An vortex appeared a noticable distance away from the earth. Arthur thought it was a galaxy at first till, an earth like celestial body three tis the size of the moon erged from it.

Arthur was too late to see how the vortex appeared, but he saw what it brought into their formally mundane reality.

For once Arthur was forced to forget his grief and focus on the new reality.

Monts after the new celestial body appeared, the vortex vanished into sparks of energy and rained on Earth. Arthur watched in awe as countless tiny motes of azure lights covered the night sky.

Beautiful as it looked, it turned chaotic very quickly. Once a motes hit the ground, and explosion of massive energy occured. Arthur didn’t stay to see this though as a moat flew directly into his forehead and everything went dark.

A darkness which never left, and reigned uninterrupted till the moat glowed. A bright radiance was born from this glow and spread through Arthur’s very being, turning him into pure illuminance.

While this happened in Arthur’s physical being, a part of him had drifted beyond reality.

For the third ti in the beginning of the apocalypse he regained consciousness. However he wasn’t in the world he knew, he stood before an ancient desolate citadel, a temple of ruin.

Standing at its enormous doorstep, He stepped backwards in primal fear. Above him hung eight stars, seven shone intensely. The last hung dead and unstable.

Arthur stepped away from the ruin temple, once his feet touched the soil, an invisible surge passed through him. He felt rejuvenated by this and walked further away from the temple.

The purplish sandy ground was parched and dry. Little dying sprouts of brown plants covered the alien expanse. After walk a tens of ters away from the temple he turned to observe it from afar.

However what his eyes beheld enlightened him. Eight stars casted its individual light on the world.

Directly beneath the eight stars where floating citadels, each bearing an imnse presence. Presence he could never comprehend, one with which made him feel like an ant before a giant, a divinity before a microorganism.

All bared a perfect distance away from each other. Distance spanning form thousands to tens of thousands of miles, yet Arthur could glimpse and picture them perfectly.

He felt four had a similar technological like built. Their presence gave of a use of sothing similar to, but vastly more powerful than electricity. The remaining were built of precious stones and crystals.

This was how he could tell how they individually looked like through their nign omnipresent aura. While in reality he could only see shimring lights at a distance.

While there were eight visible bright stars, and floating citadels. There also the aforentioned dead star and its ruined citadel slowly sinking into the purple earth.

The sa citadel Arthur ca from.

’ I have to leave, but how.’ Suddenly understanding how irrelevant he was, he was panic-stricken.

While he thought of what to do, the ground quaked once and parted silently. The sand poured as water into the imrging chasm which headed directly towards Arthur.

Moving at speeds which he never new he had in him, Arthur closed the distance to the ruined citadel. Yet no matter how he ran, the chasm proved to be faster.

Each of his steps were covered with graceless ease. When he felt the ground below him part, he knew it was already over. Still he didn’t give up.

Gathering his remaining strength in a single leap, he stretched his arms towards the doorstep of the ruined citadel. The distance was still to far and his jump was too early.

Arthur fell at the end of the chasm which stopped inches away from the temple. Stopping his fall into the narrow end with just his two hands. His life now lay on the thread of probability.

Holding the opposite edges of the chasm like a ledge, he dangled below an unfathomable depth. Arthur gritted his teeth and struggled to pull half his body out.

Pulling himself out was by no ans am easy feat as what he held onto was slippery sand. When he was out, he lay breathing heavily at the doorstep of the ruined citadel.

As if his problems would be over that easily a bellow rang through his eardrums. He looked and saw a finger reach out to touch the sky.

A finger so large it taphorically could knock earth out of orbit, effortlessly. Arthur’s throat went dry, without thinking he crawled on his belly into the temple.

[ You Have Returned... ]

[ Welco To The Temple Of Ruin ]

[ Objective : Redeem You Reawakening...]

Everything when white, The Forgotten had returned.