Chapter 104: Grandmaster Selma - Demon of Death (2/2)
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With a deafening catastrophe that swallowed pendragon whole. I felt a massive heat grip my arms as I pushed out all of my heavenly qi in order to defend myself. Yet, spiral winds flowed from the void while ash and sulfur rained over the darkening Azure heavens of Pendragon, making it seem like night had descended.
No screams sounded as I looked down at my missing arm and legs flowing with blood. With a scream of agony, I clenched my face that was slowly melting into itself as tears of blood showered my deformed cheeks. It was all gone...my home...my legacy. Eighty percent of pendragon was obliterated as Arsene cruel laughter sounded in my ears. Looking at the massive abyss within pendragons, my vision began to distort.
Stepping out of the ashen skies, I saw Greyson and Oswin with hollow looks of disbelief as they shuttered at the devastation below.
”A~R~S~E~N~E,” King Oswin bellowed as the formation high over the ash-colored heavens showered the city with its light. I could see billions of faces...lifeforce rising into the heavens as the formation began glowing, growing larger.
”...He did this just to charge his formation... all the live... my people... My disciple... my wife... she was finally pregnant... I ..I. i” raining tears from my eyes, my strength quickly began to fade. Unable to process what happened, I fell, crashing into the rubble of Pendragon when his cruel laughter sounded within my ears like bells.
”You lose, Selma. But don't worry, I left you a little surprise. The view must be magical, would you not agree. When I return, I will make sure to wipe out the rest of pendragon. Please wait for me, my dear rival.”
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Gazing up at the unfamiliar skies, I heard nothing. There were no screams of children, moans of the dead, only nothing, not even the birds or the wind, sounded...Just nothing. I could feel my arms and legs, but I was empty.
Pushing my weak body up, I could see Oswin with a hollow look. Around him stood his aristocracy as they stared at the ashen city of nothing.
”Ashen Prince,” Duke Vargis said as he held the severed arm of a small child. Tears streaming down his face as he clenched his eyes shut, ”Why... Why... Why... My Grandson... My clan... why?”
I should be sad, but as I gaze at him, all that appeared was her face. Three hundred years, we were together. Three hundred years we laid with one another, three hundred years we spoke of our hopes and dreams. I had hidden her away, allowing only one to meet her. My first and only disciple Damion. And now...
”Where is Greyson,” I asked, feeling something dark and evil rising from the pits of my soul. A cold bloodlust I had long forgot shone like the sun as I turned my gaze to Oswin, ”WHERE IS HE!!!!!!!!!!!”
”OSWIN ANSER ME,” I bellowed, clenching his shirt, ”WHERE IS THAT FUCKER,”
Tears ran from Oswin as he merely laughed, his tears turning to blood as he looked up at the man hovering over the destruction. In his palm held a small image of an ashen-headed boy speaking. A warm smile could be seen as he chuckled.
”ARSENE SNOW!!!”