Even though he couldn't truly see this Neraxis's past, he decided to explore the world for the ti being.
If everyone hated him, then there had to be so sort of reason... aside from the fact that he killed William, Aurelia, and her mother.
And then there was one very serious kill—her dog. Even if he was evil, he would never directly kill a dog.
That was just cruel.
Still... this really is a clusterfuck. I don't know how to clear this trial either.
The objective said he just had to face the shadows of his past and survive them. So far, he was doing a good job, or so he thought.
However, as he glanced around the crowd of people, he realized that they shared the sa fear that the person back in Argon did.
—I-It's him!
—Call the authorities!
—Fucking devil...
"Calm the fuck down, all of you," Neraxis said coldly, infusing his voice with the Frost affinity and making each person slow down greatly.
Since no one could run away, he decided to ask so questions.
He approached a random old man and nodded at him.
"Hey there. Could you tell why you're afraid of ?" Neraxis asked expectantly.
Instead of answering, the man spat right in Neraxis's face.
Before the spit could land, he used Destruction, but even then, he was confused why everyone was reluctant to tell him.
Did the Astral Tower ss with their brains or sothing...? Neraxis pondered.
It seed like he didn't need to wonder for long, as in the distance, he felt a certain presence approach.
They were strong, likely one of the strongest he'd t on the planet.
But whoever it was, they didn't seem friendly. Their mana was chaotic, and he could clearly feel the bloodlust radiating straight at him.
And soon, he noticed the figure, which was none other than the red-haired, green-tattooed Kael.
He was different. But Neraxis simply assud it was due to the bloodline he had ntioned back in the wilds.
Maybe he went through it in this tiline? Neraxis thought with a raised brow.
Yet in the very next mont, the ground shook, and out of it ca a large pike. It was made out of wind, but its destruction was evident.
Even if he could regenerate incredibly fast, it was just wiser for him to dodge, and that was exactly what he did.
But Kael didn't give up, as he followed up the attack by reappearing in front of Neraxis and bringing down his gauntlets.
Neraxis redirected the gauntlets downward, locking eyes with the rage-filled Kael. "Really, man? That's how you greet ?"
Kael's brow twitched. "You don't even deserve the air you breathe, you fucking bastard."
With those words, all the air in Neraxis's lungs seed to escape, making it difficult for him to breathe.
But not like it mattered. He was a vampire, and so he rely stared back into Kael's eyes.
He couldn't exactly speak, but the fact that it wasn't affecting him was clear, so Kael stopped using his mana.
"Did you finally accept their heretical powers?" Kael asked with a scoff, readying himself to strike again.
"On the contrary, I don't even know what you an," Neraxis replied with a sigh. "Could you at least be the only person who listens to ?"
"Eternal Night has been treating you pretty well after the shit you pulled at the academy," Kael said, narrowing his eyes. "Why did they let you out?"
Eternal Night, Academy, and capture? Neraxis pondered. "They didn't let out. I escaped."
Kael chuckled. "Yeah? Did you finally co to your senses after all? Though I doubt it, you've always been pretty manipulative. For all I know, you're simply trying to gain empathy and then stab in the back again."
Neraxis tilted his head. "Or maybe I just want to have a calm conversation."
"Nah." Kael grinned, and in the very next mont, he compressed the air around Neraxis.
At the sa ti, Neraxis felt the gravity around him increase by a dozen tis to the point where he found it difficult to stand.
But that only lasted for a few seconds, since after he used his Destruction affinity, all that pressure disappeared.
Instead of waiting for Kael to do it again, Neraxis simply threw a full-powered fist right at Kael's jaw.
To his surprise, the fist actually connected, and he practically heard Kael's spine snap as he flew into the sky, blood dripping from his mouth.
But there was one thing that threw Neraxis off.
Why isn't he regenerating...?
Kael was strong, sure. But Neraxis didn't rember him being a total glass cannon.
Yet as Kael's body slowly fell to the ground, all Neraxis saw was Kael lying on the ground with a blank expression, his fingers twitching.
Just what is wrong with this fucking tiline? Neraxis thought, and just as he was about to go and heal Kael, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.
Turning around, he was greeted face to face with Valthor, one of the main leaders of the Eternal Night.
"You've missed your curfew, Neraxis," Valthor said, glancing past him toward Kael. "I see you've t your previous acquaintance. I take it you're satisfied?"
As much as Neraxis wanted to go and kill Valthor right here and now, he couldn't exactly feel any vulnerabilities.
Valthor was just soone who was portrayed as a perfect being, even in the past. He was strong—he was basically an urban legend.
And what Neraxis could assu, this right here was Valthor's actual body.
Black hair and eyes. A thin scar across his pristine nose.
A very punchable face.
"I'm done here, I suppose. Where to?" Neraxis decided to play along.
"Headquarters. We've got an assignnt for you—similar to the one you went on last ti.," Valthor replied plainly. "This ti, you'll be going after a group that's been bothering us for a while."
Evangelists? Neraxis thought, but it seed like he couldn't be more wrong.
"We will be launching a full-on attack against the Obscura. You will be the one in charge."
"..."
Oh.
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