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Afterveil

When Neil received a letter with a flyer to join the most prestigious academy of Afterveil, his life took a drastic turn. He started to learn more of his past and realized that this seemingly peaceful world is not what it seems. ---- "You probably already know who I am based on the timing. So, I'll cut the story short. Join the academy if you want to unravel everything."

Wedelia · Fantasia
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7 Chs

Black Figure

"Do it as we planned!" A rugged voice came from the distance.

*Boom

A deafening explosion sounded as a heavenly defying thunderbolt descended from the sky crashing on to a gigantic black mass.

"ROOOAR" A deep voice–filled with anger and malice shook the land that once was a majestic paradise.

As the spell heavily affected the terrain resulting to the forming of a dust cloud, a pair of bright red eyes coldly looked towards the direction of where the voice came from.

"So, this is what's left of you humans?" The figure said in a low voice while revealing an eerie sneer.

Suddenly, something burst through the dust cloud revealing a figure wielding two swords aiming for the black figure.

"What about it, punk? You're going to fall today!" The dual wielding person said as he slashed down with all his might to what he identified as a viscera of the black figure.

"Futile!" A deep voice echoed throughout the dilapidated land.

The figure blocked the swords with his palm to deflect the attack.

*Boom

The dual wielder was warded off and pushed back like a rag doll up in the sky.

A towering figure came to catch him just in time before he landed on the ground.

"You're sturdier than you look, frail meat shield."

"Really, old man? You just got smacked like a fly by that abomination and you're calling me frail?" A towering yet strangely malnourished man with a shield on his back said as he focused his eyes on the black figure in the distance.

A look of surprise was reflected on the bright red eyes of the figure. After he smacked away the dual wielder, the figure actually suffered two painfully deep cuts on his palm.

The sneer was replaced with a frown making the figure look more terrifying than before.

"It looks like you have some ability. You have the same strength as the existences they worship as heroes. Tell me, where have you been, puny human?" The black figure asked with a serious voice.

"None of your darn business!" Shouted the dual wielder as he ran towards the black figure with the frail looking man running in front of him.

The dual wielder and the frail looking man exchanged blows with the figure as if they were dancing with the experience of a decade.

If there were any spectators on the field right now, they would probably be cheering them on thinking they have finally found a glimpse of hope in this apocalypse.

Sparks flew in the air; skills and abilities were shown; and inheritances were made manifest.

"Hmph" The black figure pushed back the duo and started to cast a spell to somehow end things quicker.

*Woosh

An inconspicuous arrow shot out from nowhere and directly hit one of the viscera of the black figure.

*Boom

A howl of pain echoed throughout the wasteland causing the earth to shake.

"Unforgivable! Who are you humans? Are you actually the heroes? No! I've already killed them all! Who are you? Alphea's champions?"

Another arrow shot out from somewhere making another explosion.

As the figure was distracted the duo down below started to go out on assault again.

*Vroom

The earth started shaking with a gradual increase in intensity.

Sensing the abnormality, the figure and the duo backed away from each other.

The black figure had its guard up and started preparing his defensive spells.

But, who would let him?

Another arrow came from somewhere yet again, targeting its viscera.

The black figure was now desperately trying to defend itself; from the arrows that came out of nowhere, the duo who were like wolves waiting for a chance to pounce, and the earthquake that was giving it a sense of crisis.

The blackish brown ground suddenly started to exude a red hue with steam coming out of it.

The black figure narrowed its red eyes and knew something was off. He suddenly kicked the ground and leapt through the air.

*Boom

Lava erupted from where the black figure once was. It was such a large eruption that it couldn't fully get out unscathed.

Seeing that the figure was distracted, a barrage of mechanical arrows flew down from different directions–causing a beautiful firework like explosion.

*AGGHHHHH

While the black figure roared midair, the sky suddenly turned dark as if night descended.

A feeling of dread swallowed the whole land as if death himself descended.

Three women appeared behind the dual wielder and frail looking man.

"How do you even shoot like that, woman? Are you sure you're blind?" A staff wielding woman asked.

"Yeah yeah, legless. Stop spouting nonsense and prepare your spell." The woman holding a crossbow with white pupils retorted.

Another woman wearing priestly robes was currently healing the towering malnourished man from the considerable damage he took.

"How can your body still keep up? Are you sure you're okay?"

"Don't worry about me. Try to see if the old man got any injuries." The frail looking man said.

"Shhh" The dual wielder hushed everybody and looked at the black figure up in the sky trying to catch a breather.

A cloaked person appeared behind the black one seemingly out of nowhere. The odd part about the cloaked person was that the sleeves of the cloak were fluttering as if its arms were non-existent.

Suddenly, crescent moon-like phantoms manifested in the air and lunged at the black figure all at once.

An agonizing shout echoed once again.

The cloaked figure landed near the others breathing heavily.

"You're a monster yourself, prince of the night." The frail looking man said.

"Don't pass on your title to me." The cloaked person replied.

"We somehow won but at what cost? We're far too late." A low voice came from the dual wielder.

An eerie silence enveloped the land followed by a maniacal laugh.

"You looked kinda cool there for a sec, sadly you're back to being a maniac." The woman with white pupils said as she shifted her head towards the cloaked person.

Everybody looked at the cloaked person. Strangely, everybody realized that the laugh wasn't coming from him.

"HAHAHAH enough!" A shout brimming with energy came from the black figure.

Black smoke was coming out of its body somehow healing the injuries it sustained throughout the battle. The black figure's form was slowly becoming more detailed.

Its once glowing red eyes were now manifesting flames within. Its head revealed pitch black, flame like hair. Its body revealed beautiful patterns yet somewhat terrifying to look at.

"What are you!? What can you possibly gain from killing everything in this world?" The woman in priestly robes was shouting with a pale face.

"HAHAHAHA an oracle? I thought i wiped out all of Alphea's fanatics. Anyhow, let's just say that I'm an existence whose sole purpose is to wreak havoc." The black figure replied with a sneer.

"Get into formation! This is going to be more troublesome than we thought." The frail looking man said as he took the frontlines wielding his wall shield.

"We're going with plan B?" Said the woman wielding a staff as she retreated to high ground with the other women.

"That abomination is at it's final moments. Don't lose hope!" The dual wielder shouted.

"So are we old man. HAHAHA We're all going to die a dog's death today." The cloaked figure said in a psychopathic manner as the dagger's handle flew to his mouth.

"DIE!" The black figure shouted as he vanished in thin air and appeared in front of the dual wielder.

*BOOM

A gigantic fist smacked right onto a wall shield; just in time to block the black figure's advance.

"Begin operation lover's suicide." Whispered the woman with white pupils under her breath.

Distinct sounds of metal echoed through the battle field as the three men were clashing with the figure. Lights of different hues manifested as the arduous battle was taking place. Spells were cast, arrows were shot, and weapons clashed as blood and sweat ran down humanity's last hope.

*Woosh*Woosh*Woosh * A barrage of arrows went flying towards the black figure.

The black figure dodged the arrows that were flying at him and deflected those that were bearable. "Wait right there, you insect."

Hello, everyone! I'm a new author. As this will be my first work, your feedback is well appreciated. Please be kind tho hahaha. Thank you!

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