92 His Soul. (1/2)
”Disappointing. This Mission was rather exciting for Him, yet you failed. Saddening, it is. Truly. Hm. He is rather interested in this 'guard'. He said that it was rather exceptional when the thing severed His connection with the boy. But it's unfortunate that it seems to be the servant of the person you speak of... Truly.”
An unusual aura seemed to encompass the blackened silhouette as the sect master got the shivers. He coughed, then bowing, he spoke.
”Chang Hui was the only disciple that would do such... Actions. I'm sorry that he wasn't able to complete the job, and... I'll at least try to capture the guard. If that appeases Him.”
The figure didn't respond as it glanced towards an inconspicuous spot of the sect with a rare light. This was the Strength Pavilion!
*Wanggg*
The aura around the two seemed to tighten as that same distraught voice mumbled.
”A word of advice. Don't approach the Strength Pavilion.”
The Sect Master paused as confusion overtook him, but he didn't get a chance to confirm his thoughts as that figure dissipated like fog. His eyes narrowed as he turned around and stared at the pavilion in the distance, but he found nothing strange about it.
Though, a certain thought did enter his head...
'Could the Dragon be awakening?'
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Atop rugged dirt in a broken world, a frightening black figure and a worn golden-haired man relaxed on two wooden chairs. They didn't speak as they stared at the blurred distance; the only sound resounding being the grating blades of black wind in the sky.
The black figure had his eyes shut as he snored, and the golden-haired man seemed bored and disgruntled. Though, with a jerk, the black figure seemed to see something as his shining white eyes cracked open and blazed a weary light.
His face lifted into an amusing grin as he laughed and roared, startling the golden-haired man.
”HAHAHA!! Su Min, this is hilarious!”
Su Min looked around and found nothing that would indicate why the figure was giggling. He didn't feel confused though, as he had always thought that this beast was senile.
But, with the same blank look, he still asked.
”What is it?”
His voice was a little irritable as he spoke, though the figure seemed to take this without any heed as he chuckled. His eyes gleamed still as if they were watching something far away.
”The gal, pfft! Her fucking hand man! This stuff is great!”
Su Min seemed to tremble a little as he heard such obscure terms, but he could tell that the figure was enjoying something. Whatever it was, Su Min knows that whatever is enjoyable to the figure wouldn't be enjoyable for him.
His face darkened, and he asked once more.
”What has happened?”
The figure didn't seem to hear him as he coughed from his own laughter and stood up. He waved his hand, and like he was awaiting something from Su Min, he grinned ever more.
*Wanggg*
Su Min's eyes quivered as he stared at the sudden image being presented to him. It was a gruesome image, one of a pale girl and a devil-Esche face peering at her.
He attempted to say something, but he could only murmur a single word.
”This...”
The figure seemed to take pleasure from this expression as he giggled and shook his hand once more. The light screen scattered, and Su Min stared on with an absent mind.
*Thud*
Then, with a sit, the figure reclined on the chair and yawned.
”...Who knew, the slut might die. PFFT!”
Su Min arms twitched as his eyes went and glared at the figure, who didn't seem to care. Thus, with his seething eyes, he grumbled with a sense of urgency.