Chapter -2 The birth of the Soul Eater (2/2)
”Is it within my mind… Could it be connected with my soul? Is this the reason I was able to deviate from the gods' plans for me?”
'Checking Status…'
'Class: Soul Eater (Level 10 MAX)'
'Race: Human Ascendant'
'Health: Injured'
'Soul Potential (SP): 10017'
”This… I know I devoured the potential that was in many souls, but Soul Eater? I have a class? Wait, this is similar to the system that the gods created, but I have never heard of this class before. Also, it is impossible for someone to view their class and status without seeking the gods at a church or temple. How am I able to see this? It must be connected somehow to the events that took place at the Tower. It's all too much for me right now. I will have to carefully review this at another time.”
Aleksandros shook his head and cleared his mind. The information continued to process across his retina but he wasn't in any condition to look through it now. He willed it away and the information disappeared from his sight. He realized he could control whether the information was present or not.
”Ugh.. my head is pounding. I feel like someone beat me with a hammer.”
Aleksandros struggled to his feet and finally realized where he was and quickly glanced around is surroundings.
”It's too quiet…”
All of the dragoneers were dead to his surprise but even worse was the state their bodies were in. They were dried husks and decayed corpses.
”What could have done this? Did I do this? I vaguely remember something strange happening. Even the horses are dead…”
Aleksandros stumbled his way around the area inspecting the bodies. The corpses didn't bother him in the least. He had already witnessed countless deaths. After inspecting the bodies he was uncertain what to do, but he knew he had to get as far away as he possibly could. He saw the silhouette of a single rider approaching in the distance. Aleksandros couldn't recognize him at first, but then he realized who it was. It was Brock, and he was riding fast towards Aleks. Once he could clearly see Aleksandros standing there surrounded by corpses, his first reaction was relief and then shock.
”Young master! You're okay! What.. happened here?” He was at a loss for what to say and could only stutter as he spoke.
Aleksandros observed the state that Brock was in. He was visibly ragged with cuts in his uniform in several places. Blood stained the lapels of his uniform and also smeared his chest. He frantically looked around the area with his sword still unsheathed but couldn't find a single enemy or strange occurrence remaining.
”I don't know Brock.. I blacked out, and when I came to, they were already dead.”
Brock looked at Aleksandros for a long time before finally sheathing his sword. He felt like he had truly gotten old.
”Your sister.. I'm sorry I couldn't save her.. And your mother..”
”That's enough, don't say any more.”
It was clear that anger frosted his voice which surprised Brock. He had never seen such emotions of rage in his young master but thinking about what had transpired he could understand. Even though Aleksandros had been one who never showed emotion or care for anything, Brock thought it would be more monstrous of him to not show any at this moment.
”Young master, we should quickly leave this place before more dragoneers come.”
Brock walked his horse over to where his master was struggling to keep on his feet and dismounted. He helped lift him carefully up onto the horse and got on the horse in front of him.
The two rode off into the horizon in search of safety. Neither of them knew what was to come.
”They will pay Brock. I will make them all pay. Every. Last. One.”
Brock could feel the determination in his young master's voice, but he completely misunderstood his words. In his mind, his master was seeking vengeance against the countries that caused the death of his family.
However, this was only part of his intent. It was the gods that he wished vengeance upon within his heart.