348 Arrival (1/2)

---

The space above their heads was ripped by a mysterious force.

A massive gate appeared, filled with ancient air and a dreadful appearance. As Raven uttered his words, the massive gate opened up and revealed a swirling portal that emanated with hair-raising presence.

Countless of heads appeared from the portal. Each faces were crying tears of blood but their eye sockets are empty. Their hands were frail and had sharp nails, each one constantly voicing moans of despair, regret, unfairness and unwillingness.

This gate serves as the connection towards the material plane and the other side. As the gate opened, it allowed the souls of the deceased to visit the material plane once again and answer the summons of Raven.

The leaders of the camp had pale faces as they stared at Gate of Souls. Their bodies started shaking from head to toe as they witnessed the souls being vomited by the gates, and it didn't help that they could recognize the faces of these souls.

Raven was back on his seat with a glass of Moonshine. He rested his back at the seat, seemingly undisturbed by what is happening around him. He swirled the contents of the glass and said:

”I did what you asked and spared you. But I don't know if your victims will do the same.”

As soon as he uttered these words, the souls that are coming out of the gate immediately roared with unending rage and fury.

The souls all flew towards the one's who humiliated and killed them. Each soul tore a piece of flesh from their killers and also a part of their soul in the process.

Pained roars, cries of despair, and hair-raising sounds echoed from the cave. And throughout this whole chaos, Raven remained impassive with his behavior and quietly watched everything unfold before his very eyes.

His eyes contained nothing but pure contempt, his heart was closed from all of their begging or pleads. His face had no changes as he watched how the justice deprived souls avenged their deaths.

But even after all of this, Raven still didn't feel like it was enough.

So without any hesitation, he raised a finger and pointed towards the Gate of Soul. His archaic voice then echoed at every corner of the cave.

”Hear me, by my authority. I summon the souls of the deceased. I call upon the victims of all evil-doers within my vicinity. Return at once to the material world and avenge your deaths and all injustices that you have suffered. Answer my summons and you shall be given a chance for retribution.”

This technique shaved off 10 years of his longevity but Raven couldn't care less about that. What brought him even more satisfaction, is that fact that the Gate of Souls roared even more.

The whole camp descended into a mass chaos.

Cries of terror, despair, regret and unwillingness was heard from all corners. The ground started turning red from the blood and gore. Pieces of flesh and organs flew across the room. The camp was filled with vengeful souls who are devouring the flesh, bones and souls of the ones responsible for their deaths.

And even in this mass genocide, Raven sat prettily and calmly on his chair while sipping on Moonshine from time to time.

By the time that Raven emptied the glass, the vengeful souls had already gone back to the gate of souls, of course not before paying respects to him. They didn't go back as vengeful spirits, instead they returned as avenged souls, ready to walk towards the path of reincarnation.

Meanwhile, an extremely unpleasant smell wafted throughout the cave. Raven stood up from his seat and looked at the mess around him.

With a light scoff, he shook his head and started walking towards the exit.

It was then that he suddenly sense presence closing in to the camp at an alarming speed. Raven frowned at this, but when he felt their aura's, his expression drastically changed.

He suddenly disappeared. Leaving the chaotic and gory mess of his activity just now.

***

Five people dashed through the wilderness with a clear objective in their minds.

Clad with their shining Golden Armaments and their own trusty steeds. They flew across the atmosphere with sharp battle intents and their firm aura's which could make someone feel incredibly small.

”There's their hideout.”

One of them spoke, pointing at the opening on the cliffside which should normally be hidden but is currently completely exposed right now.