61 Lesseons of Lost Past and Determination to The Incoming Future
The beasts began to shout and howl like maddened creatures as they charged forward like a ruptured dam.
The man grabbed his weapon and spoke some words, it was a scythe… clearly, this must be nocturne when he still lived.
Immediately the man turned to two, then four then eight. Each of them ran forward to a portion of the incoming creatures.
The contact with these beasts and the copies of Nocturne were like explosions as they were knocked back, up and sideways as he sliced through them with extream ruthlessness and wrath.
The scythe moved as it harvested the lives of any that came in contact with it, reaping lives and spilling blood, without pause rest or mercy. Before it all the beasts fell to the ground, a single slice is all it took to cull the lives of anyone that met it.
No matter who it was, a beast of an enormous size of a midget of extream quickness they were all ripped apart.
It seems that the wave of beasts that were attacking was pushed back almost instantly.
"Dark Harvest!" roared one of the eight copies as he summoned a dark ball. It looked like the spell that killed that beast that time, only… it was much bigger, much wider and ridiculously more powerful.
The beasts began to howl madly and squirmed away trying to run away from the sphere pulling influence, however, it was to no avail.
"Dark Tear!" roared another of the eight as a horizontal slice cut through the wave of beasts as a hot knife through butter.
A dark arc of energy would rip anything it crossed its path apart, it was as if the fabric of the world was tearing away.
Another of the eight that looked to be moving like a ghost, he appeared and disappeared from sight as a shadow.
No, he actually was moving through shadows, jumping from the shadow of a creature and ripping his head apart then disappearing into another one's shadow, appearing few hundred meters away every time.
"Death March!" roared one of the clones as hundreds of ghost-like people appeared from nowhere and charged forward tilting the battlefield and culling lives.
One lone man stood against an army, and he was enough to tear through them like nothing. If this was not a show of power… nothing is.
"Impudent!" cried out the hunchback man
"You, nothing but a weak singularity trying to claim the power against a servant of the death god. You are courting death!" said the voices of the eight copies of Nocturne as they kept on shredding their enemies apart.
Though I wanted to see how it would end… my mind was forcefully pulled from that space and I was back to where I stood. However, instead of night, it was day… it seems that a lot of time had passed while I was looking at that place.
"Finally back? What did you see Basara?"
I shuddered at the voice of Nocturne as I said with a smirk.
"A monster…" I said
"Kekekeke, indeed a monster," he said as his laughter grew in the background.
"Teach me…" I said
"Teach you what?" he replied while fully knowing what I meant.
"That Dark Tear of yours… also how to properly use the dark harvest… also that movement where you moved through shadows… everything. I want to learn everything… that Death March was especially powerful!" I said while smiling like a madman.
"I will, for the moment, I can teach you how to use the Dark Tear and the Shadow Walk. You already have the items for them, the Death shroud that you gained can make you walk through shadows. The Dark tear is an ability that you can utilize with your scythe, and also the Dark harvest is another one of the Scythe's abilities… however, to split yourself, and to use the death march, you still need the boots and the chest piece of the armor… and to empower them all, you will need the gauntlets… once you obtain all of them you will be powerful enough to match me in my old days. Kekekek"
"Very well. When should we start?"
"Not now, you still need to reach the tenth level of the Spirit realm. Then you can use my abilities without destroying your body like what happened that time." Said Nocturne
"Alright! Time to train then!" I said as I headed back to the school.
Nocturne's strength is praiseworthy, if I were to fight those things, I need the power of a servant of the death god. Then and only then can I truly be free…
A position as an elite enforcer can surely give me enough freedom from others, but the power of a servant of death can actually destroy the shackles of social binds and make anyone trying to either control or use me think twice before doing so.
With a goal set, I moved with wide strides to the school. Time to start working for real!
