305 Hard choice (1/2)

The next moment, the light vanished from the eyes of the Supreme Neo-Demon as he slipped into unconsciousness, making his body return to his titanic size and fell from the sky.

Pushing his body beyond its limits and performing an attack with such a massive energy output had put his three centers of power under unbelievable stress. The moment his enemy was no longer present, Ezequiel unconsciously relaxed for a second, allowing the backlash from that attack to affect him.

Despite falling from the sky with blood leaking from every orifice on his face, a glorious smile was present in the Supreme Neo-Demon, and all the members of the Daybreak Clan who were seeing him felt an uncontrollable battle intent fill their hearts.

The people in the City of the Sun weren't able to hear most of Ezequiel's speech, but there was one word that reached them, and that would be engraved in their minds until the day their souls vanished.

Invictus.

It is on this day, in a small clan of the Aeternum Empire of the Magi World, that the name that will one day become taboo in a myriad of worlds and that could incite fear even in the most fiendish of races was born.

While the people of the Daybreak Clan saw Ezequiel with eyes full of respect and admiration, one person was looking at him with poisonous envy and immense killing intent.

'Why!. Why does this insignificant brat that came from nowhere possess such a monstrous talent when someone like me, who is the Prince of a great kingdom that contains hundreds of millions of subjects, has to rot away in Rank 4?.' Sirius knew that attacking would doom him, but that fear did not stop a vicious murdering desire from appearing in his heart.

The thought of killing such a monstrous genius was too exciting for him. He even began to consider whether or not it was worth sacrificing what little was left from his life for the chance of taking away such a great genius from the universe.

However, before the Magus could decide what to do, a giant bone hand materialized beneath Ezequiel and carefully supported his body. From the hand, pulses of energy were being released that absorbed the vitality in the sunlight that filled the CIty of the Sun and redirected it to the unconscious Neo-Demon.

Four people surrounded the bone hand. Their eyes were cold as they focused on the man who dared to show killing intent to one of the two most important individuals of the Daybreak Clan.

The last one was a mummified man with eyes full of blue flames. He carried an aura of despair and hopelessness so powerful and dense that manifested itself as a black robe full of screaming faces.

Totto took a couple of steps forward and did not attempt to hide the killing intent in his eyes.

”Did you dare to think of attacking him, you decrepit lizard?”

Sirius trembled when he heard those words and saw the arrival of these four Soul Forging existence. He clearly felt that the difference in power was so great that each of them could kill him easily.

The Magus' face grew pale, and fear appeared in his eyes as he felt that death was just moments away.

Disdain appeared in the eyes of Totto and the rest when they saw the cowardly behavior of Sirius, and just as they were about to restrain him, a voice was heard.

”Enough.”

The voice was calm, and there wasn't any ferocity in it. However, the moment it appeared, the storm that Ezequiel had created vanished, and the entire City of the Sun was covered by a golden membrane due to the Daybreak Magic Tower detecting a powerful entity.

The energy in the Sunshine Cores was redirected to the Sunlight Core, and this one was ready to explode into a blast of energy that could decimate stars.

The moment Totto, Zitra, Nero, and the brutish man detected that powerful presence, they completely forgot about Sirius and focused on the man that appeared in the sky, just outside the Daybreak Magic Tower's range of attack.

The man in the sky appeared to be in his early twenties, with black metallic hair, red eyes, and scales that covered certain parts of his body and released ash. He was very similar in appearance to Sirius, but that was where their similarities ended.

His youthful looks were not due to a spell but due to him possessing a thriving life force that burned with unrestrained power. Even if he had been alive for a long time, it was clear that he had used less than ten percent of his lifespan.

This man released an aura full of ancient draconic savageness, and from every part of his body, an immense physical strength could be felt.

Dragons may not be the most physically powerful race in the universe, but no one would dare to say that their bodies were weak. This man was a Magus, so that meant he could use all kinds of techniques to take advantage of his natural gift and push it to the next level.