221 Clarity 1 (1/2)
Chapter 221: Clarity 1
Garen noticed that the runes on the rune blade moves on their own. Flamingo’s was the same, his sword having red runes. It’s not something logic can explain.
Even though the rune blade wasn’t able to deal enough damage to seriously hurt him, it was enough to break his skin. With just that, he didn’t dare to underestimate the white blade.
”White Eagle, can I have a look at your sword?” Garen asked calmly.
White Eagle flinched and looked at Garen, at the same time, he stole a look at Dale Quicksilver and hesitated.
”Sure.”
He handed over his blade to Garen.
Holding it, Garen started to scrutinize the blade.
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Northern Territory
Somewhere deep within the fog
In the middle of the jungle formed with black statues.
Sylphalan half-kneeled on the ground, breathing heavily, one of his hands pressed on the ground while the other on his heart.
Lub-dub! Lub-dub!
His heartbeat, as loud as drums, echoed throughout the jungle of stone statues.
Sylphalan bit his lower lip, the hand on his heart clutching at his shirt and his chest. The drilling heart ache he had was impacting his ability to focus, even his vision started to blur.
”Still okay?” Flamingo walked out from behind a black statue. He wore a set of red clothing, the Sword of the Sprite sheathed by his side. He looked clean, like a ball of pure fire, not even his feet seemed to have any dust on them.
”Yeah…” Sylphalan struggled while standing up, but he managed a murmur. ”Leave if the time comes, I suspect I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”
Flamingo kept quiet.
”Don’t force yourself.”
”I know. But after suppressing it for so long, I really need to let it loose once in awhile.” Sylphalan answered.
”I really can’t tell if your choices then were right or wrong.” Flamingo sighed helplessly then slowly stepped backward into the thick fog until his silhouette was completely gone.
Somewhere out there, footsteps approached hurried.
”He was hiding in here! Sylphalan, this time I will make sure you die!”
”Murderer! I finally can avenge my father today!” ”Be careful of the others from Immortal Palace! Ace, tell everyone to be alert!” ”Yessir!”
Sounds of people were approaching Sylphalan quickly. Numerous valiant auras surrounded Sylphalan.
All these people were elites, among them, at least four to five were able to unleash their Auras that were as strong as some of the top level Grandmasters of Combat, weaker to Duskdune Shura by a little. They were all here to seek revenge from Immortal Palace. Because of his strength, some of them were also trying to eliminate Sylphalan so they can have a chance of grabbing the Black Smoke Pot for themselves.
Lub-dub!
ylphalan palpitated once more. His brows were slowly knitting together, veins popped up on his skin, congregating toward the center of his brows.
Hoof…
Sylphalan stood up, two bumps appearing on his armpits.
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Garen examined the blade carefully. The rune blade in his hands were not very different from normal swords. No flowing runes, no special powers, as if it really was a normal longsword.
”Incredible…” He returned the rune blade to White Eagle. He wasn’t able to see anything, but some of the patterns on the sword was really fascinating.
The sky had already darkened by this point, moonlight spilled down from above, its shape blurred by the layer of fog.
”Mr. Garen.” Dale Quicksilver finally returned to Garen’s side. ”I think I know where the Clown King is.”
”Oh?” Garen looked at him with interest. ”Are you sure?”
”Yes.” Dale Quicksilver nodded.
”Tell me, where is he hiding?” Garen stared at him attentively. He tried sensing everyone here including the Three Major Generals, everyone seemed normal to him.
”Clown King didn’t hide, he disguised.” Dale Quicksilver answered with confidence.
”Disguised?” Si Lan and King of Nightmares moved close to listen to the analysis.
”Yes, his disguise is pretty flawless, normal people wouldn’t be able to tell.” Dale Quicksilver stated calmly. ”Don’t you think the situation here feels a little odd?”
”Oh?” Garen was finally aware, about an hour ago, all the parties looked a little weird, something in them looked strange.
He looked around, focusing on each group as his gaze passed.
The Werewolves gathered around, talking about something inaudible.
The three Weisman Major Generals sat together not far away, eyes closed.
The Demon Hunters were fixing up something, looking busy.
The other smaller teams were also doing their own thing in their corner.
”Can you point him out directly?” Garen turned his attention back to Garen.
”Of course.”
Dale scanned at the other people around, his gaze steady and calm. ”The real Clown King was hiding among the obscure group over there.” He looked at the crowd of unknown people in the corner. ”Gate Master Garen, please take my signal when approaching him, or else he would be able to run away again!”