70 Chapter 70 - Journeys end (1/2)
Jack tapped his foot as he waited beneath the light of the crescent moon. The Flower Knight stood concerned beside him, not having ceased to peer into the dark ever since they had arrived.
”We shouldn't be here, we need to leave. The flowers whisper betrayal,” the Flower Knight whispered.
”You think Kenji would betray me now? I've fought and drunk with the man, he might be a mimic, but his also a damn hero. Have a little faith,” Jack laughed, but truth be told this whole situation concerned him too.
Was Kenji really leaving them? After only just having begun to set up the Hero Guild?
Through the dark came three lanterns. Kenji, Violet and Tenko wound their way through the winding trail and into the secluded area they were to meet.
”Kenji, Violet and Tenko! It saddens me you've asked to meet under the cover of darkness, do the people not deserve to say their goodbyes before you leave?” Jack said, knowingly full well that dozens of those in Warden Company at least would be furious they could not wish their idols the best of luck.
Kenji had to get quite a bit closer before Jack could discern the confusion in those golden eyes and the frown on his youthful face.
”What do you mean Jack? You're the one that invited me here,” Kenji said, Violet immediately beginning the summoning of her crystal knight while Tenko transformed into her giant wolf form.
Both collapsed to the ground sound asleep before they could finishing doing either, Jack barely managing to activate [Bountyheart] to withstand the effect himself.
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”It's a trap,” the Flower Knight hissed, although quite unaffected by the sudden debuff. Casting [Golenheart] thrice more, Jack awakened his friends from their forced slumber. Yet in that tiny timeframe the landscape erupted, zombies with golden eyes meeting his own while Ghouls with pristine white hair and holy auras approached in overwhelming numbers.
”Come with me Jack, or see these heretics burned alive,” announced Phillip, moving forward with a flash of speed to place the ancient silver knife at Kenji's neck.
Patting himself down, Jack paled as he only just realised the knife had vanished. With everything going on Jack had never even thought of the blade, only just understanding it might have been taken from him as long a time ago as when he and Phillip last fought.
From the sky descended Dana, although now with pristine white wings and a body bound in corruption. Her eyes were pus white pools filled with bright golden pupils, her skin sallow and smooth yet barely restraining horrible black veins that slithered just beneath the surface. Smiling white and pure, she seemed pleased to see Kenji's horror as beneath hher church vestments leaked a sour mixture of necromantic and holy magic that snapped and crackled at each other like angry hounds.
”You are supposed to be dead,” Jack spat, having drawn his blade. Yet as he did so Phillip pressed his own remorselessly into Kenji's throat, a streak of grey goo dribbling free even as Kenji dissolved back down into his old man form.
”Through the work of the Undead God, and the Everseeing I have been reborn. The first Corrupt Saint, they are calling it. By continuing the service to the Everseeing I fulfill my purpose in life, but with every spell I also bring the Undead God's resurrection closer. A...win-win as they call it,” Dana's shining smile sickened Jack to his core, feeling absolutely certain this was not what the church was about. Where was the purity in this?
What was even the point?