632 The first time with black (1/2)

”Why did you do it, Sil? Even if you didn't believe that the plan would work, we could have at least tried. I can't believe that you would actually care about something like going to the castle, becoming one of them. You never expressed anything like that, or were they the feelings you had all along?”

The little pain that Vorden did feel in his back had now completely gone, and his vision had faded to nothing. It wasn't like sleeping when one would sleep, they would see the black due to their eyelids covering their vision, but they truly saw nothing when one was dead.

Then, a few seconds later, it had gone to black, it was a sudden change that struck Vorden as weird. He tried lifting his hand, and he could now see it in front of him.

”Wait, I'm alive!” He said, quickly rising to his feet. It was like he was never injured in the first place. He patted his body all over, seeing if it was real. The touch, everything, it felt real, but at the same time a little different.

Trying to grasp where he was, he looked around and around, but there was nothing except darkness. In fact, the only reason why he could even see was because his body was giving off a faint glow.

”Is this heaven, am I turning into an angel?!” Vorden shouted. ”Who am I kidding, those poor ants, I must have killed a whole family that day, of course, I'm going to hell.”

Not knowing what to do and trying to figure out what had happened, Vorden tried to summon his wind ability he had stored earlier, but there was nothing. However, during the process, he felt a connection of something else. Reaching out to that, when he opened his eyes once more, he saw a space in the emptiness that had changed.

In front of him was the outside world. He could see the island, and on the floor was his dead body.

”Why did you kill Vorden!” Raten shouted, he could see and hear through the screen.

”Don't worry, we will all be together,” Sil said.

For some reason, he was able to see everything from the point of view of Sil. It was like his conciseness had been transported.

”Wait, wasn't there an ability like that?” Vorden suddenly remembered. ”It allowed one's consciousness to be transported from one body to another though killing….” He paused for a second.

Now Vorden had an understanding of what might have happened, but he didn't understand why. Had Sil come into contact with one of the Chained in the event, and this was one of the abilities? The ability was pretty much useless for combat, so he didn't understand.

'Is this why Sil chose to kill me?'

With nothing else to do but think, he thought perhaps Sil had a plan of his own. The pain in Vorden's heart began to settle, and all he could do was watch the fight between the two outside.

Touching the floor and then raising his hand. Raten had made a giant earth hand and pushing forward it immediately went to grab Sil.

Repeating the same actions Sil had done the same, only his hand was even bigger. They both went across the ground, and Sil's hand crumpled Raten's.

Charging forward, he was still in a rage. ”Not once Sil, was I ever able to beat you in a sparring match, but today is different, today is important. I have to win. Because I'm carrying the weight of so many lives. Do you know how many people I killed today, and you will be added on to that list.”

He threw out several large wind blades, combining the MC levels and points of all two abilities. They were large and strong, but whatever Raten could do, Sil could do better. For he was currently holding four abilities. There was no need for him to overwrite anything.

The difference between the two attacks was like night and day.

”Yes, perfect Sil!” Hilston cheered, watching through the screen. ”With your power, you shouldn't be able to let anyone get close to you. That is the Blade family's way!”

Raten was more skilled when it came to hand to hand combat and using weapons, but Sil wouldn't even let him get close. He had built up several walls of Earth surrounding him, slowly completing it more and more.

Raten tried to use all his strength, but eventually, it had solidified, tying in his hands and legs. There wasn't any part of his body he could move, apart from his head.

”Why, why you little crap! Crybaby, traitor, pig scum, little man!” Raten continued to scream insults at the top of his lungs, still not understanding what was going on, but he stopped. He saw Sil walking towards him and still had a smile on his face.

”I hope you can carry on making up new insults for me, Raten,” Sil said. ”I'll make this quick.”

A slash of wind flew towards his head. It had been cut so cleanly and was so sharp, that Raten's head remained on its body, even though there was a straight cut through it, not falling over.