456 Cleaning the Kingdom of Sylphs, Facing a Disaster by Creating Another Disaster (1/2)

Day ▋▋ - ▋▋:▋▋ ▋▋ - Sylph Kingdom, Dead Territory, Central-Eastern Mountains

The powerful gusts of wind blew as the devastating tornado started to form. The already dried soil of the area began to fly around, making the vision below thickly obscured.

It was as if a sand storm was about to rage cause chaos and devastation.

At the center of the spiraling gusts of wind in the sky, Mark flew. He was looking at the scene below.

This kind of scene was something you could see in disaster movies where a tornado coming from the sky was about to touch the ground. Mark did not expect this kind of thing to happen either.

He already thought of this before and concluded that this blanket of pulsating flesh was an intelligent kind of infected. The fact that it was able to keep all the Sylphs it had infected around it to serve as protection was the evidence.

When the Sylphs divided into two groups, with one to deal with Mark and the other to protect, it proved his suspicions further.

And one last thing, this [Leader Type Alpha] was intelligent and perceptive enough to consider him as a threat. Or else, why would it resort to an attack of a catastrophic scale.

Unfortunately, it was just what Mark wanted.

He already found a way to strengthen Amihan and Aephelia. However, he could not neglect himself either. The was quite unlucky that most of the infected they encountered yesterday gave a very meager amount of Magical Energy for him to absorb.

This time, however, it was surely in the same scale of that Mutated Whale before. He would not pass this opportunity.

And thus...

”All this is mine!”

Mark exclaimed, as a thick cloud of Miasma, exploded on his surroundings. The terrifyingly looking black clouds spread fast, engulfing the tornado in its entirety along with the majority of the Infected Sylphs raging about.

Their growls, roars, and moans were swallowed and vanished into the darkness as their bodies slowly turned to dust.

As the black cloud traveled down to the ground, it started to spin and took slowly took the shape of the tornado.

The Miasma did not just swallow the tornado, it slowly became the tornado itself, swallowing every bit of Magical Energy present in the surroundings.

However, that was not enough.

Mark, inside the black tornado, closed his eyes. He concentrated on sensing any magical fluctuation in his surroundings. Specifically, he was aiming for the magical fluctuation of the Infected Sylphs that was not swallowed by the cloud of Miasma.

One by one, he started to feel them.

The infected Sylphs were somehow staying out of the tornado. It seemed that the carpet of pulsating flesh below detected danger and was trying to keep its protectors alive.

As if Mark would let that go just like that.

Unfortunately for them, while they could fly fast, the surges of Miasma moved faster. After all, not only that the infected Sylphs already used up the majority of their energy, but the [Leader Type Alpha] was not a Sylph and could not utilize their abilities effectively.

One after another, the retreating infected Sylphs turned to dust after their bodies were swallowed by the exploding surges of Miasma.

Quite a distance away, Danaya was watching the whole ordeal. She was shocked beyond compare because of the scale of the disastrous scene before her. It was also not wrong to say that she was afraid. Even if she used up all of her energy and sacrificed her existence, she doubted that she would be able to contend with what was happening right now.

”It was no wonder I can't measure his abilities...”

Danaya subconsciously said, as her wide eyes stared at the black tornado.

She had been measuring Mark ever since she saw him. And she realized early on, while she could tell that he was not human, she could not tell how strong he was.

Miasma was kind of a silent killer. It might cause strong fluctuations when being used, especially when it clashed with other energies. But when dormant or purely alone, it was undetectable. Only those races that had more powerful sensing abilities and demonic races that could control Miasma would be able to distinguish it in that state.

This was one of the things that made existences that could control Miasma unpredictable.

What she could not fathom, however, was how Mark was able to control Miasma while having a mortal body. Only the beings that were able to use Miasma were formless demons, demons born of Miasmic Energy, and those that had been corrupted by Miasma.

That was when she remembered Mark's answer when she asked him yesterday about what he was. She concluded that he was half-human and half-demon while neglecting the third choice. He was also something else different from the two.

An Unknown Existence. Something unfathomable that it could break the balance of the plane of existence. He was something that should not exist, and yet, he was existing.

Mark was an Enigma, an Anomaly, and an unfathomable being for Mortals, Demons, and Spirits.

Danaya felt shivers on her back. It was lucky that she was not rash when she arrived yesterday and when she questioned him. She now realized how close to death she might have been.

In the sky, the one-sided battle was still ongoing.

The more than two thousand infected Sylphs were now reduced to about five hundred. And for some reason, the surges of Miasma seemed to avoid a few Sylphs while it targeted others without mercy.

Below, the cloud of mixed sand, dry soil, and dust of dead Sylphs started to calm down. Even the gusts of wind were disappearing. Without the Magical Energy controlling the wind to support its creation, the tornado slowly vanished.

In its place, the tall tower of Miasma stood instead. And slowly, even the Miasma started to gather and shirk into one place.

It did not take too long before Mark and Aephelia could be seen once more. He had both his hands stretched forwards as the Miasma spiraled towards his palms.

Seeing that, Danaya was even more shocked. She could not fathom as to how Mark's mortal body was able to handle such a vast amount of Miasma. Furthermore, what he was absorbing right now was about half more than what he had released.

Mark smiled, feeling the newly absorbed energy in his body. He got quite a harvest. As for the remaining Sylphs that he deliberately allowed to live, it was now their turn.

From his experience yesterday, Spirit Races could give him varying sizes of Crystals even though they came from the same race. And those with larger magical capacity would give the largest ones. That was why he left those for last and would turn them into what he called [Energy Crystals].