Chapter 328: Defiant Struggle (1/2)

The Last Primal Shaele 35470K 2022-07-23

”Let's play now, shall we?”

At the next moment, the masked figure, Aiden, released the entire might of his aura that he so far kept inside him. A whirlwind of invisible energy began to swirl around him, slowly stretching out, claiming more and more territory to itself and their master.

The captain's body was abruptly flung back as the energy was released, crashing into the duty road a couple of meters behind and tumbling a bit more before he eventually came to halt. His sword was far behind him, his grip loosened the moment he felt the strong tempestuous hit before, it was laying on the far side, the other end of the road.

The thundering invisible storm, the violent energy continued to claim more and more land for itself, soon stretching towards the battling city guards, throwing them towards all direction, putting an abrupt end to the ongoing battle.

Their bodies could be found ubiquitously, all over. A few crashed against the spectating crowd of lined-up people, another body could be found lying unconsciously at the back of the very same merchant's cart that they were looting in the name of 'inspection' just a couple of minutes ago.

Still, while some of them fainted on the spot, most of them were still conscious albeit in tremendous pain, just like their captain. He was flung at the center of the road. He was fuming inwardly, his mind was in great turmoil.

Without as much as touching him, he was clearly, obviously beaten to the ground. He was shamed and humiliated, her proud, respected visage was crushed to smithereens by a single attack from this masked stranger.

This was not something he was willing to accept. No, he was a proud guard captain, soon-to-be promoted to be in the ranks of the true officers, commanding over multiple groups like his. He could have been the commander of an entire platoon even!

Now, however, if word got out of his shameful display and failure to keep order, not just his dream of being promoted to a major or lieutenant were only wishful thinking, but even his current position as Captain of the Guards could come into question. He might even be demoted back to the ranks of these measly guards!

No, that can't happen, that WILL NOT happen! He will show this good-for-nothing masked figure just who Captain Gregory Horst really is!

His mind in a turmoil of rage-induced madness, the captain clenched his hands into fists and used them to slowly but surely push himself up from the dusty ground amidst pain-filled groans.

His eyes, bloodshot with the rage he was feeling, slowly traveled upwards to meet with the unreadable but mystical golden gaze of the masked one. His face contorted into a hideous frown, he forcefully pushed each word out of his closed lips seething with anger.

”You! You! You… will… pay…for this!”

As he spoke, he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, trying his best to stand up, which proved to be much harder than he initially thought. His legs wobbled as his muscles were struggling to keep up with the strenuous pressure they were put under.

In the end, he was successful, he managed to stand still, albeit only through his sheer will to exact his revenge and get back at the mysterious stranger in front of him. For the first time since his obstinate stand against this unimaginable opponent, he felt the lack of metal in his hands; he realized he no longer held his sword!

Shocked and surprised, he did his best to mask his emotions from showing in his face, his eyes swiftly darted from left to right and right to left, trying to scan his immediate surroundings without anybody noticing.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent's senses were much keener than he could have expected. A smirk-filled voice came from under the protective, dark mask, the cloaked figure's right hand stretched out, pointing far behind Captain Gregory's figure.

”It's behind you, in case you still haven't noticed. Don't worry, you can go and grab it, I will wait for you.”

His right arm wandered to his side, pointing at the slithering, long line behind them.

”Not like I have anything better to do currently. The line is still long.”