Chapter 60 - The Power Of A White Wolf (2/2)

Without me even realising it, the divine energy within my mana heart already started to circulate around by using the mana veins and arteries. A minute amount of golden hue enveloped my body, and especially my eyes.

So much mana was going towards my eyes that I thought they were going to explode. When the mana subsided a little, instead of me being berated by a gallon of information, what I saw was the most beautiful yet chaotic scene of all my lives.

The scene in front of me was a mirage between 6 different colours, coming together or clashing. The scene instantly shattered, but it was ingrained into my mind, as if it was my own long lost memory that had emerged from within, yet now I can never forget it.

The moment the scene had disappeared, I found myself making eye contact with the Wizard that was aiming towards us weakly. The instant we locked eyes, his pupils shrank while his soul flame shook to it's core. This was the power of my divine eyes! To make anything and everything below it kneel at it's very stare. Truly a power beyond the mortal comprehension.

From the Wizard's perspective, he watched as my eyes became large and enveloped his entire body, giving him nowhere to run. Enveloping his entire body and soul, memories of his life flashed before his eyes as the golden energy transformed his surroundings into the surroundings of the memories he had.

One by one, he watched as all the good memories of his family flashed before his eyes, like spending the last 10 years of your life in a single second. A second later, he watched as all those memories turned into nightmares, as every single one of the his loved ones turned into splattered casualties on the side of a street.

Not a single person would look at them, not a single person would even try to help them. Every human just walked past his loved one's dead bodies, as if those loved ones did not exist.

”papa” Said a little girl from behind him. When he looked back, it was a little girl, probably 3 years old, looking at her dead mother on the other side of the street with a lifeless look within her eyes.

”Why did mama have to die?” asked the little girl whole looking at the half destroyed corpse.

dozens of black feathers could be seen covering the women's body, yet the only thing that could be seen through those feathers were the expression of terror and guilt she had within her contorted pale white face that did not seem to have relaxed after death.

”It's all your fault” continued the little girl

”if you didn't make a contract with those guys, mama would be alive... Papa, why did you take mama from me” Asked the little girl, with a wavering voice

The wizard stood still, watching as his wife's body was trampled by a man walking on the side of the road. Thinking about the question his daughter asked him, he muttered ”why did your mother have to die?” to himself, seemingly unaware he was speaking out loud, not that it mattered anyway.

”Papa... Why did I have to die....” Asked the little girl, making the Wizard tense up for a split second before she continued ”You said you loved me, and would do anything for me, but you let me die... Why did you let me die? You said you were the strongest in the world, that you were going to protect us...”

Tears started to well up in the cold eyes of the little girl, freezing almost instantly. Without warning, a cold blizzard appeared out of nowhere, making it extremely hard to see more than 2 meters ahead of you.

The Wizard covered himself with his robe while grabbing his daughter to pull her within his cloak and keep her warm. The moment his warm fingers touched her skin, a sharp cold shiver was sent down his body. Already pulling her arm, it completely came off making the wizard fall on the ground with terror within his eyes.

He had not been able to process anything so far, all he knew was that something happened to his family, but non of the things that his daughter said sank in. He felt completely powerless while his brain slowed down to such a degree that thoughts were not easy to create. This was his body's instinct as to save him from the shock of his family being slaughtered, the shock that might kill a man the moment they embrace it.

Looking at the puny arm within his hands, he watched as cracks formed from the tip of the fingers to the end of the shoulder, which was also where the arm was detached from. His eyes kept going from blurry to normal, then watery to completely blurry.

Without him even knowing it, he had gritted his gums so hard that they had already started to bleed.

Slowly looking up with his blurry vision, his eyes went from the tips of his daughters bare toes to the thighs, to the waist and finally her face. Everything was frozen and her skins had already started to turn a shade of blue, yet, not a single shiver could be seen on her body.

Her body had already started to shrivel up, while her hair had turned white and started to fall off on it's own.