2 The Lord Of "The End"

The dark mist that had enveloped around the area that the figures were seen soon became less dense, starting to clear up as only one being was their. Jonathon and Valestae eyes widen as they thought they saw all seven of the lords figures. The male being that was summoned hands motioned across his attire as he brushed it off then brought his arms back at his side. He was known as Schymon. He was able to shape shift though he was very picky with what he thought suited him best.

He took the appearance of a noble business man. He seems to be in his mid twenties with a slim yet muscular body. He has smooth brown skin, an oval shaped head with soft lips. He has dark brown eyebrows and striking dark silver silky hair. The left side of his hair goes backward while the right side is down in his face, covering part of his forehead. Edward has a sclera, with golden irises that are normally glimmering. He has two silver earrings in his ear that glisten when comes in contact with certain light sources. Edward outfit consists of a white long sleeve button up shirt with the collar folded with two small metallic pins on each end of each. He also has a red tie around his neck but under the part of the shirt that frames his neck.

Over this he has on a grey vest that has a row of black buttons. On top of this he has on a grey suit jacket with two slightly larger buttons that were on the vest. The color matches his vest along with him also wearing the same color pants that wrap around his legs perfectly though not tight. Edward has his feet placed in dark business shoes with black stitches at the edges. His outfit mainly consists of this, however he has a few adornments on his body. His hands are within black gloves while he sports a smooth dark raven long coat with few light dark linings and lapels around his shoulders. His overall attire makes him seem as a man of high standards and expectations along with being indulged in multitudes of businesses.

He stood his ground firm glaring at the two that had summoned him forth from the realm he was within. "Oh its you two," he said with his piercing golden eyes gazing at both of them. Jonathon swallowed his saliva down his throat hearing the voice of the leader of the Lords that were Sealed in another dominion.

"I thought the others were here. Sir where are the other masters?" Valestae inquired not knowing how foolish he had sound saying that to Schymon.

Hearing the voice Schymon turned around turning his back at the two while they were still bowing before him, "The mist merely showed an illusion of the seven of us as my presence alone is comparable to all of them at once. Though I am not at full strength I think it could have been something else," he explained.

Valestae gasped as both him and Jonathon got up looking towards Shymon. "What is something wrong?" Schymon asked in a calm yet curious tone with his eyes gazing in the other direction of the two. "Oh and a squad of twenty soldiers are heading this way, more like holy knights to be exact," Schymon told them in his same laid back tone.

Jonathon immediately took a step back turning his sight from Valestae and his lord back and forth. "How are you two so calm about this, isn't twenty of them the power of one thousand human soldiers!?" He shouted as sweat poured down his cheek.

Valestae tilted his head glaring at his brother only to chuckle. As he laughed he then flicked his brother forehead. Jonathon yelped raising his arm to rub his forehead after. "No need to worry its the three of us," he reminded him while he planted his hand on his shoulder. Jonathon heard those words as he smiled a bit.

Schymon lifted up his arms with a smirk, "Their here," he said in a laid back tone. He soon started to walk at the village gate as both Valestae and Jonathon followed behind staying silent. A spear soon crashed through the wall aiming straight at Shymon head whistling through the air. Valestae arms extended outwards over Schymon left shoulder grabbing part of the spear. Due to the force it form a strong gush of wind that revolved around his entire arm as if it was a small torpedo. This ripped the entire sleeve of his coat off his right arm. Schymon lips twirled in a smirk he peered his head over his shoulder seeing a smug smirk form across Valestae face too. This was soon followed by him releasing the spear from his grasp, causing it to fall to the ground. "Well if you want to fight at least do it fair jerks," Schymon said while laughing.

The Holy knights soon showed their selves as they were all around them. "Damn were surrounded!" Jonathon said in a nervous tone with his head moving around to see where they were located.

Valestae face expression changed as he tilted his head, raising his arm to slap the back of Jonathon head. "Don't worry me and shut up!" he shouted.

Jonathon screamed as he held the back of his head. "What was that for you jerk!" he shouted in pain.

Schymon gasped as he shook his head hearing the two. "You two be silence and just put up a barrier around only the two of you...." he said, his voice trailing off. The two both listened as they started to form a barrier around both of them. Schymon then leaped upon the building where around fifteen of them were trying to get an air assault. "Lets start playing boys, also listen to the beat." Once those words were said he lightly tapped his feet on the building multiple times as the sound waves traveled throughout the air. Though once it reached all fifteen of them one by one they exploded from inside out. Even though some were on the ground their body exploded still due to the waves, killing four of them. This was a skill that differ from allies an enemies though was still powerful enough to kill allies if they did not have some sort of protection field. Schymon grinned as it began to rain blood for a moment, he lightly took a few steps at an immense speed which made it seem as if he was fading in and out to avoid the blood that was pouring down from the sky.

He tilted his head seeing one running only to take a single step appearing directly in front of him, followed by strong gushes of wind around him ripping through the air. He reached his arm out grabbing the collar of the male. "Tell me how did you learn magic and raise to an aptitude of such level?" The male shivered in the mere presence of seeing what Schymon was capable of yet he answered immediately.

"A magus academy north from here,please don't kill me it was just orders!" he begged due to the fact that he was scared of losing his life.

"Oh? Guess I gotta stop by to learn a thing or two," Schymon said to himself while lifting up his head, gazing at the clouds for a while. He then turned his sight, glaring in the males eyes "You won't die but you'll suffer soon enough for this act," he then started to radiate an immense killing intent which made the air around both of them alone toxic which affected the male significantly. This also caused crows to fill the air around them as the male in his arms went unconscious to to his mere killing intent alone. This was not something to hurt him instant but more of a curse that would deteriorate his body, making it decompose over time. Schymon then got up and slowly walked over to Jonathon and Valestae. "Well those guys were strong..." he said with his voice trailing off.

The two soon dropped the barrier staring around at the massacre that had took place. Though once they heard Schymon voice they were a bit shocked as he wiped out all of them without any struggle "Are you serious?" they both said at the same time as if they were synchronized.

"Yes I am, their aptitude for magic was extremely high to the point where maybe at least they had a chance of beating the weakest lord in my ranks." Schymon stated as both Jonathon and Valestae jaws dropped wondering how could this be, he just won with ease. "Now lets get going to the academy to see what awaits," he ordered. Both Valestae and Jonathon nodded in response as Schymon snapped his fingers, forming huge wolves made from flames appear under all three of them.

All of them soon mounted on the creatures properly. Soon after they leaped over one hundred feet in the air and started to ran on the air itself; the breeze blowing across their skins while whistling with the wolf like beast howling. The village after they left were engulfed with magical flames which continued burning until nothing was left as if it was caused by magical manifestation. Schymon could sense this though his power was not fully regained so he ignored it. He turned his head focusing on the path of his destination as him and his comrades head in the path of the academy not knowing the filth that awaited.