"Fine," he said coldly. "I’ll kill you this ti."
He held his sword’s hilt more tightly.
Darkness wrapped around the blade, leaving black smoky trails over it.
Then he kicked off the ground and dashed forward again. He shot toward Azael with pure intent to kill him. Faster than before.
His sword aid straight for Azael’s neck. To kill him.
Azael didn’t move his feet. He didn’t reach for his fallen sword.
Instead, he raised his right hand.
It moved slowly and unsteadily. His hand continued to tremble. But he still raised it.
If not a sword...
Then pure fire would do the job. That was what Azael thought. The heat inside him rose violently.
He felt like his veins were burning. His chest felt like it was about to explode. It felt like a violent fla was rushing through his whole body.
For a mont nothing happened. Then his heart skipped a beat. And sothing answered from his body. Sothing that was hidden inside.
From his palm, flas erupted. But not red-golden. They were not his usual Phoenix Fire.
These flas were different. They were deep purple in color, blazing violently.
They didn’t flicker like his Phoenix Fire.
They surged like sothing alive that had been waiting to be released.
Sothing hungry and sothing destructive.
The air around them distorted instantly. The ground beneath his feet cracked. The temperature spiked unnaturally.
Even the scarred man’s expression changed.
For the first ti, there was clear alarm in his eyes.
"...What the—"
Before he could finish, the purple flas expanded violently from Azael’s hand.
They were wild and uncontrolled. And far more destructive than anything before.
The purple flas burst out in a huge amount.
The flas covered the man’s whole figure before he could run away from them.
"ARRRRGHHHHH!!!"
Unlike normal flas, these caught on the enemy’s body instantly. They first burned the sword, then rapidly spread to his hand which held the hilt tightly. The flas spread over his body.
"ARRGGHH!!"
The man moved away from Azael. His whole body soon caught blazing, violent purple fire.
His partner rushed from behind to save him.
"Aldrik!!" He tried to get closer to the burning man.
"Help! Help!" Aldrik scread in agony.
The mont his partner got close, the flas intensified.
"What the hell are they?" the broad-shouldered man with the battle axe asked while standing three ters away from his burning comrade. Even from this distance, he could feel the intense heat radiating from the fire. His instincts scread at him not to go any closer.
Aldrik stopped screaming for help. He also stopped moving as his body fell to the road.
Thud!
The flas slowly subsided.
Not even a minute had passed, yet Aldrik’s body was completely burned, turning into ashes.
The fire vanished, leaving only silence and drifting ash, while the cloaked figure watched with anger and worry.
His eyes turned toward the man standing in front of him. The white-masked man with black hair and a black suit. Wounds covered his body. Yet he was still standing. His eyes were glowing with a purple hue, just like those flas.
Gulp.
The man swallowed hard.
Crack.
He heard a cracking sound coming from Azael’s body.
"What’s happening now?" he muttered.
Soon, he got the answer.
A wave of mana burst outward from Azael’s body.
Sothing cracked inside him. Cracks had ford on the once black-colored mana core. They spread, and soon the black covering over his core shattered, transforming it into a dark red color.
Azael exhaled softly.
"I... broke through..."
His purple eyes were fixed on the comrade of the dead man.
Azael felt stronger than before. The breakthrough did not just give him a large amount of mana, it also increased his physical strength. Despite being injured, he felt more powerful.
Both his fists clenched.
"What are these purple flas?" Azael didn’t know. But suddenly, a mory ca to him. The mory of his death as Ethan.
His lips curved behind the mask.
Then he dashed forward toward the second man.
The man with the battle axe snapped out of his trance. He watched as Azael rushed toward him with the intent to kill.
"I... I am not afraid of you, bastard!!"
He also charged forward, aiming to kill Azael. To take revenge for his comrade Aldrik.
Blue mana particles coated Azael’s fists, then transford into blazing purple flas.
The man raised his battle axe and brought it down in a vertical slash.
Azael raised his right fist and struck the blade from the side in a curved motion.
BOOM!
The mont the fla-covered fist collided with the battle axe, it produced a powerful explosion.
A shockwave blasted outward.
Once again, the blade of the axe caught the purple flas.
The man’s eyes widened in panic.
He threw the battle axe to the ground.
And that was his mistake.
In that sa mont, Azael drove his left fist, also covered in flas, into the man’s stomach.
The man who was was surprised by flas on his axe was not able to react on ti.
"Arrghh!"
The man groaned from the impact.
Azael poured more mana into his left hand, causing the flas to burst out even more violently.
"NO!!!"
The flas caught onto his body from the stomach, then spread over his chest.
The man staggered backward, trying to extinguish the fire with his hands.
"No! Stop it, stop it! It’s burning!"
But it was useless. The flas quickly spread over his entire body.
"AARARGHHHHH!!!"
Azael stood a few ters away, watching silently while breathing heavily.
The man burned until he turned into ashes.
Azael’s cold purple eyes glowed through the mask, dangerous and intense, as he watched the man burn alive.
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Currently, Azael was at the eastern side of Elaris Town, where this attack had occurred.
When he had just killed Aldrik, sowhere else chaos was also unfolding. This was not the only place where such events were happening.
On the north side of the city, another explosion had occurred at the sa ti as the one near Azael.
Two cloaked figures, one a woman and the other an old man, were running through an alleyway.
After causing chaos in the northern district, they fled toward the west side. The woman tried to contact Aldrik using a communication crystal. Then she attempted to connect with the other man.
"They are both not responding," the woman said while running.
"Sothing must have happened..." the old man replied. "Let’s go and check on them. I don’t feel good about this. According to our plan, by now both of them should have been heading toward the south side."
"Yes, let’s go."
Both of them changed direction, heading toward the place where Azael was.
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