[Chapter 184] Intervention

Soca goes to speak wanting to deny their sacrifice, but is quickly grabbed by Lana as she turns to flee. But they are too late to react. They are surrounded by the assassins as each one charges towards the small group of 4. Lana has a look of panic as she begins to rapidly look around, not seeing any escape. She brings Soca closer to her as the pretty duo silently cry, accepting their fate.

The leader smirks viciously as his group of 20 leap at the weak 4, his victory seeming assured by the severely injured guards and defenseless princesses. These princesses were fighting using magic before, but the mana fatigue is already evident on their tired faces. The injured guards, who are bleeding profusely, struggle to stand as they ready themselves to fight against the odds.

As the assassins float through the air, the shadow beneath one of the weak guards suddenly leaps with life, causing the assassins and the guard herself to gaze in shock. From the darkness, a purple scythe erupts from below as it gleams dangerously. A large, white figure grips the scythes shaft as he emerges from the abyss of her shadow.

The guard swiftly reacts, adrenaline being her only fuel as she stabs her dagger at the new figure. Not knowing if it's an ally or enemy, she attacks unhesitatingly, her thought process clouded by the pure rush of adrenaline.

The figure tilts his head slightly as his hand appears from nowhere, seemingly ready to grab the fast moving dagger with 2 fingers. As the blade hits his 2 fingers, it stops abruptly, causing a wave of shock to appear within the assassins, at least the ones who could see what had happened. These swift actions were enacted within seconds, perfectly executed as the assassins land, a majority unsteadily watching the new figure. Jumping through the air to "cooly" kill someone is bad when a new opponent appears from nowhere, especially an enemy.

A few of the smarter assassins with wind affinities stopped themselves, causing them to land farther away. Each one gazes at the large figure as a wave of fear crawls up their spines, gazing across the figures white suit. He wears a mask, split in the middle which covers his entire face, hiding his identity.

As the unluckier assassins land, they quickly react, not taking any chances with this new opponent despite their shock. As one of the assassins swing their blade at the new opponent, he freezes. The white figure stands calmly on the other side of the assassin, who has seemingly frozen like a statue.

His body silently falls to the ground, his head rolling away as blood begins to pool beneath the corpse. The figure in white flicks his scythe as blood flies off, revealing a pure white edge. The people stare in shock at the corpse, unable to comprehend what just happened.

"Attack!" Yells the leader, causing the others to snap out of their stupor. The white figure looks towards their direction, unmoving as he gazes at each assassin. As his gaze passes over them, they feel a weakness come over them as they suddenly notice something. They can't move.

The white figure takes a step, right towards one of the assassins. Each step sends fear through each one as a muffled scream escapes his mouth, one calling for help. But none respond as the figure holds up his scythe before swinging down, causing the assassin to drop dead, their head feet away from them.

This pattern continues, as if each assassin is waiting for their death. The group of 4 watch in horror as each assassin is slaughtered, each one covered in tears, snot, and muffled screams. Each death paints the ground even redder as it slowly begins to pool into the lake, only to be stopped by a small, inch-tall black barrier. After every death, he seemed to look at each frozen assassin before killing the next, as if he is keeping his prey within sights.

As the final body drops, the figure slowly turns his head towards the captain, an ominous air floating within his gaze alone. The leader begins to panic as he tries to run, only to realize he can't move, as if frozen in fear. The footsteps crunch beneath the figure's feet as he silently walks towards him, the only sound being the gravel and sticks crunching beneath his boots.

As the figure gets closer, tears begin to form in the leader's eyes. He wants to run, he wants to fight, he wants to live! But all these actions seem like wishful thinking as he stares at the mask, his gaze seemingly drawn to it.

As the white figure stands before him, having finally arrived, he leans in close. He stares silently at the leader, his gaze seemingly piercing into the leader's soul.

Before another breath could be taken, the assassin screams in agony. He falls to the ground as he holds his legs which are now stumps. The scythe and it's holder stay in the same position, as if unmoved. The only indication the scythe is the culprit is the crimson blood covering the blade which was clean moments before.

The figure silently stares as he walks forward, holding the scythe dauntingly as he slowly takes each step. Before another moment can pass, the leader becomes 1/4, his arm flying through the air accompanied by a shrill scream.

The white figure looks over at the group of 4, huddled together cautiously as they stare at the new figure. Before they can utter a word, the figure looks to the forest, disappearing into his shadow.

The guards collapse, exhausted from the strenuous event. The princesses gaze across the scene, still in awe at the scene before them.

They finally break from their stupor after a few moments, helping the guards up as they look at the assassin leader, writhing in agony as he bleeds. In a bush, I silently sit, removing the mask with a smile on my face, 'That was badass.'