41 Chapter 41: Fear The Ligh (1/2)

Within an Abandoned factory at the edge of Kuoh town, a woman was crunching next to an injured man and tending to his wounds.

Her beautiful face was full of worry as she carefully but meticulously tended to the injured man.

”Cleria, I'm fine don't worry”, the man spoke helplessly to the woman.

”Nonsense, look at you you can't even stand let alone walk on your own. Now sit still and don't move.” The woman did not pause as she wrapped the man's wounds with some torn fabric, she ripped from the man's clothes.

A magic circle suddenly appeared behind Cleria, its light attracting the two of them's attention, Cleria stood completely alert as she waited, the circle looked the same as the one that transported Mournomon but she couldn't help but be alert as they were in a dangerous situation at this moment.

With a blinding flash, three figures appeared which made Cleria even more ill at ease, after the light faded she could finally clearly see them, there was one little girl in a white robe, one beautiful woman also in a white robe and finally one white-haired old man with a scarred face wearing a black suit.

Cleria moved to take on a defensive position while the injured man, Masaomi had a serious expression on his face while try to stand up.

Halfway through Cleria's movement, she met the white-haired man's eyes, they were a beautiful sky blue that stared at the world with a gentle benevolence, yet it was these gentle eyes that sent a shiver into Cleria's very soul. She felt her soul quiver in fear under those eyes, her skin felt like it was burning and she found that she couldn't even move.

Fear, indescribable fear flooded her mind, it came from the deepest recesses of her soul, a primal fear of facing one's natural enemy, no not enemy but preditor!

Cleria couldn't move she couldn't even think any other thought other than” I'm dead”.

Masaomi quickly found Cleria acting strange and called out to her, ”Cleria, what's wrong Cleria!”, but nothing worked. ”What the hell is happening, why did these three appear and not Mournomon”, he thought.

The white-haired man suddenly spoke as he closed his eyes, ”I apologize”, as his eyes closed it felt to Cleria as if she had just dodged the reaper's scythe. Her mind slowly cleared up but her heartbeat was still beating like a war drum, as she thought to the sensation she just felt.

Luckily she could finally give the old man a mother look over, but this time even more caution was prevalent on her face. Sadly she couldn't find anything although he had quite an impressive stature with broad shoulders and standing two meters tall, there was not a hint of aura or anything on him it was as if she was looking at any other normal human being.