381 War: Alastairs Madness (1/2)

Everybody felt all the hairs on their body stand up as they felt a horrible aura swept past them.

A pillar of black light emerged from the very back of the beast horde, accompanied by sounds of thunder and rolling dark clouds.

All attention was focused on the black pillar of light, some felt a foreboding feeling while the others felt like their nightmares were turning into reality.

The pillar of light slowly dimmed. As soon as it disappeared, silence pervaded the entire battlefield, everyone froze on their tracks and looked over the horizon, only to see a man walking on air.

His face was as pale as a ghost, it was as if he had no blood flowing inside his body. His obsidian eyes were deep, anyone who tried to stare at them would find themselves unable to look away and probably have their souls sucked out from their bodies. He had a long black hair that almost touched his ankles, pale lips, average body and is clad in a black armor with red outlines.

The aura he possessed was to evil and malevolent, so much so that everything around him was decaying in a visible rate and he's not even doing anything actively. This was the result of his cultivation and Law insights alone.

The man roamed his gaze around the battlefield while wearing a chilling smile on his face. A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he said…

”Ah, home. How nostalgic. It has been a while since I've returned.”

His dry voice echoed in the battlefield, causing many soldiers to feel shivers down their spine.

Out of nowhere, five Golden Lights flew in front of this man, all of them displaying their might. These people were none other than Raven's team, who had been alarmed at this man's arrival.

”Damn, I thought he was consumed by the Pale Bastard? What's he doing here?” Paul asked while holding up his shield in front of him. The Black Tortoise Shield had returned to it's base form for now since he doesn't know what this guy had in store for them.

”He's probably reanimated.” Mark added as he kept watching the man's actions. Mark's whole attention was focused on him, if this guy did something threatening, Mark won't hesitate to move and chop his head off.

”I think so too.” Ellen added, making her flames burn even brighter using her Law insights. ”I can feel strong fluctuations of Death Laws on him.”

”I do too.” Anne added as she was already aiming at the man's head. Just like Mark, she wouldn't hesitate to release a shot the moment this guy does something funny.

”…” Luna remained silent but she gripped her spear tighter. Of all the things that she was expecting to surprise her, this person was the last one that she thought of.

To add insult to the injury, this person was supposed to be her Uncle, yet he embraced the darkness and allowed corruption to consume him because of jealousy.

”Oh my, Scary.” Alastair mocked as he saw how these five wasted to time to intercept him. ”The Kingdom had come so far, to think that it's capable of producing talents at you guys' level? Back in my day, I was the only one who graced them with such brilliance. But now, I don't even know if I could compare myself to you guys at all.”

Alastair's tone was nostalgic but also spiteful, it was as if he was saying something that completely despises him. His eyes then went towards Luna.

”Ah! My lovely niece.” He exclaimed with an affectionate tone. ”I can hardly believe this! You grew up so fast! Come, give Uncle a hug.”

A disgusted expression surfaced on Luna's face.

”Ever since you deviated to the dark side, you ceased being my relative.” She spat, ”Drop the act. I don't know how you came back from death but we wouldn't mind sending you back to the other side.”

Alastair wore a horrified look on his face as he heard Luna's words.

”Oh! How cruel!” He sobbed as he wiped fake tears from his eyes, ”How can this be? Is this how you were raised by my brother? This can't go on! I must show discipline you in his stead.”

A twisted expression appeared his face. Alastair then disappeared from his spot and reappeared behind the team, precisely behind Luna. He wore a face of obsession as he tried to grab her head using his pale and wrinkly hands.

But before he could grab her, a sword covered in flames with frightening temperature stabbed his arm.

”Hands off, pedophile! She's taken!” Ellen spat as she channeled more flames onto her sword, incinerating Alastair's hand even more.

*Bzzt*