Chapter 20 A Warriors Res (1/2)

Fell spend another hour there, deepening his relationship with Moha. Having felt the pain of losing someone for the first time, he promised himself to take care of his close one.

”Take care of yourself old man,” said Fell while leaving the room.

On his face was a carefree smile, he left the small apartment and went in the direction of Gladiator's Heaven. He soon arrived in front of the eccentric construct, he swiftly stepped inside, his steps walking towards of his room.

His steps echoing in the quiet building, he quickly arrived in his room and swiftly stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he sighed from exhaustion before throwing himself in his bed. He soundlessly fell asleep; his body and mind were utterly worn from today's experience.

The next morning, every single inhabitant of the slums noticed a strange detail. DarkSun completely disappeared from New Casablanca, no member was present in the Slums' streets. The homeless that noticed last night's scene were horrified and quickly left the scene, afraid of being hurt in a crossfire during Fell's entrance in the manor. Soon, the first few courageous youngsters stepped inside, smiting their senses in shambles.

First was the deadly silence that made their heart pound, followed by a horrendous smell. Then came the view, in front of the citizens was a long trail of dismembered corpses, bathing in a pool of blood and innards.

Jake was a homeless beggar from the slums, he lived in the long street close to the DarkSun's manor. He was here when the black-haired swordsman began his assault, he came back to check the place where the action happened. He didn't expect the horrifying scene that was in front of him.

”Oh my…” a grunt followed from his lips, his throat contracted preventing him from finishing his sentence. Nausea clawed at his throat, he tried to contain himself as much as he could, but it was just too much to take. He threw up, chunks of his meager breakfast escaped from his lips. He cleaned his face and coughed up in disgust before he left the scene.

Not long after that, the news of DarkSun's demise spread in the New Casablanca Slums. One of the city's most virulent cancer was swiftly dealt with in a single night. Their reign of tyranny on New Casablanca's underworld was ended by a mysterious black-haired swordsman. Some spectators of Gladiator's Heaven connected him with the rising stars of the Master Rank Fell Pluck, making his name spread thought New Casablanca's city. His figure soon was associated with last night's assailant, making Gladiator's Heaven crowded with people wanting to know the truth.

For the first time in a long time, Fell skipped his morning routine. The sun was already at its highest, everyone in the city was talking about his feats. But, he was still in his bed, quietly recovering in his sleep. Last night took a tremendous toll to his mind, leaving him physically and mentally profoundly worn.

His body was gradually changing, having been put in a situation of intense stress. It was smoothly achieving a breakthrough, advancing in the Mid Level Physique Molding realm. Strangely, small sparks were running through his veins, the lightning energy residues were swiftly being absorbed by his Body, firmly consolidating his foundation.

Strangely, as he continued absorbing the lightning residue in his body, a microscopic arc of light bloomed close to his navel. The arc of light started running through his body, carving energy pathways through his flesh. As it continued in its road, it started absorbing the energy it encountered, quickly growing into a small string of lightning energy.

The small lightning string began competing with Fell's body, both of them absorbing the leftover lightning based energy that was dispersed in Fell's body.