Chapter 11-The Worst Yet To Come

Sorry guys, I am really busy these days. Anyhow, enjoy the chapter

POV: Jason

What happened?

Did my weapon take over my body? Fat chance since I have achieved the third stage so it shouldn't be the case anymore. So, what happened?

"Jason?"

I ignored the little pest as I kept wondering about what happened. There's no way that should happen, but there was no other explanation as to why my consciousness lagged just now.

"JASON!!" That pest screamed into my ears this time. I slapped her away out of annoyance.

"Ugh, whazzit?" I groaned as my ears rang out with pain. Ah, pain's an old friend.

"I need to ask a question: Why does the boss want him alive?" Akame queried.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it must be quite serious." I sighed. "Anyways, help me carry his body. He should be arriving at any moment."

Just as I finished my words, a portal appeared in front of us as a violent pressure rained down upon us as we bowed. Our boss had finally arrived. He wore a grey tuxedo and had fair skin. The sides of his head were adorned with a braid on either side. I could feel his black eyes piercing us as if analysing our minds to check if we were hiding something. However, unlike his usual neutral expression, his face looked angry.

"Sir?" I asked him with a tense voice as he walked past us. "Go into the portal. Now." He growled as he walked away. What was it that angered him so much? Nonetheless, we followed suit and entered the portal as he walked past us.

3rd Person POV

As Jason and Akame walk through the portal, they get the gut-wrenching feeling one gets when they pass through one. As they arrive at the other side, they look around, searching for the entrance of their base. As they look around, they see the mountain their base was under had disappeared. A manhole covered by a battered lid showing the entrance was the only remnant of what used to be there. Before they could make another move, red lightning strikes the manhole cover, obliterating it. They look up to see black clouds occasionally being lit up with red light. Then, a cloud dissipated as drops of water struck the duo's faces. In a few seconds, it started pouring.

Then, a black rag fell from the sky and cracked the ground, sending the kids flying. Out came out a cloth shaped like a human holding a scythe. As it regained footing, electricity crackled in the rain and buzzed around it. Another figure crashed into the ground, revealing itself to be a bearded old man. The two figures then faced each other as they readied their weapons. A flux of ki coated them as a balance scale appeared behind the hooded figure and staff plopped itself into the hands of the man.

He made the first move, firing a thunderbolt at the figure, which the rag dodged and dashed straight towards its opponent, as the balance scale tipped a little towards the left. The man grunted as he forced the staff to expand towards the rag's centre. It ducked as it used its scythe to shift the expanding staff upwards, causing him to lose balance. The scales made a giant tip towards the right. The rag cackled as black flames sprouted on the scythe and went for the stumbling old man's neck. Before he could do anything, it had pierced his chin and nose along with a scratch on the neck. The rag ripped out the scythe from his face as the scales leaned a bit towards the left, but still were aligned with the right. As the rag turned to look at the scale, it backed off a bit before raising its scythe. Then, the scale became balanced.

Mjolnir hit the rag at its base as a crack was heard. The rag toppled and rolled away as the old man woke up. He took out a stone from thin air and rubbed it on his wounds as they healed with every rub. Then, the droplets of rain halted. They then condensed into a sphere before becoming a pointed spear. He then held it as blue lightning wrapped itself around the water spear. As he aimed it, a hand emerged from the rag as a mace with a metallic gleam was conjured. It swung the mace towards him as the ground and water over which it moved was washed away by a few meters and a wave of wind, earth and water were sent towards him. The man smiled as he yeeted the spear to counter the wind. Their attacks clashed as he emerged from the side, intending to use the attack as a diversion. The rag smiled as its arms opened out as if welcoming him. The scales then tipped 180 degrees towards the left as a clock tower embroidered with bones emerged from behind her. Two giant hands at the very top opened out, revealing the face of a clock.

"Awaken the ambassador." a feminine voice called out from the rags before a red lightning bolt stuck her, which procured a scream from her. The rain stopped as water reached the old man's calf. He threaded through the water which was slowly receding. The rag was still standing as smoke emerged from it. A strand of red hair poked out as she let out a slow chuckle and then paused.

"Kain Klenton, former King of Etharia," it rasped before resuming its chuckle. "You truly are naive till the very end."

"And what makes you think that Reforma's plans are nothing short of sadistic? Benefitting the dead with that sacrifice? Are you out of mind?" Kain clicked his tongue.

"We aren't dead yet, are we?" she chuckled. "You think that everything is going smoothly. Shao will definitely fail to re-secure Gungir, you already evacuated the couple, and you aren't dead yet. What makes you truly think that this is a checkmate?"

"I think ahead, that's all, Vera." Kain shrugged as he reached for her head. However, before he could do so, he clutched his stomach, or rather the metal that had pierced his stomach.

"Another one to play with! Hahahhaha!" A loud laugh came from under them. A thin spindly hand emerged from the ground, draped in black cloth of some kind. Kain's eyes widened as Mjolnir flew in and smashed the metal. Kain then held on to his hammer as he levitated into the air.

"You are late," Vera growled as the figure completely emerged from the ground.