'W-What is that...?' A figure can be seen sweating while traversing through the ink black of night.
From the pale expression alongside the fear and shock that are depicted clearly on the figure's face, almost palpable to the eyes, a shocking scene definitely caught her off guard not too long ago. Something unimaginable for the figure to even comprehend, it was a sight of otherworldly existence.
A moment ago, the figure saw a familiar woman kneeling on the ground.
Due to the utter shock that the figure felt at that moment, the figure's entire being gasped in fear.
If not for looking at it with the figure's own two eyes, then the figure wouldn't believe that the woman knelt to this otherworldly existence. There are many reasons why the figure wouldn't trust if the news came from someone, but the figure can't deny it right now.
The woman, Brigitta is kneeling on the ground, completely defeated by the haunting monster.
Without a doubt, this haunting monster standing pridefully in front of the kneeling Brigitta is the newly awakened Executor that president Sebrof was talking about. The Executor's entire presence was akin to a death knell for the entire world.
Something this terrifying shouldn't exist, and yet its evil was once again unleashed on the world.
'Just how strong can that thing be to make Brigitta kneel like that? I was quite a distance away, but that thing doesn't seem to sense me. Considering his strength, there's no way he didn't sense me... does that mean he was not threatened by me at all?' the figure wandered, feeling the fingertips turning cold.
If the figure's suspicion is true, then the Executor is definitely the strongest being currently.
Averting attention away from the thoughts swirling inside the figure's head, the figure's mind was once again interrupted by a powerful blast that seem to shake the entire world. It was devastating, and even the figure was thrown back from the sheer air gushing to the surroundings violently.
Something unimaginable happened, the figure needs to conjure a barrier just to stand properly.
When the powerful blast subsides, the figure looks back to the center of the blast and is unable to find the person that caused it. Even though the figure didn't see it clearly, this powerful blast definitely doesn't come from the Executor.
'Is it Rex's doing...?' the figure thought in disbelief.
But then the figure's eyes caught sight of the Executor who was pushed away by the direct impact of the red-beaming blast, the mighty Executor was actually hurt by that attack. The fragments of his vambrace that crippled to the ground showed that clearly.
'Good, he managed to escape. I can catch up', the figure then trains forward with determination.
Leaping quite a distance one last time, the figure stopped and stand on a spot.
Going to one knee, the figure touched the ground before a mix of two arcane manas swirls around the figure's arm in an undulation motion. Soon enough, a blitzing light travels through the ground and expanded for miles and miles away.
A spark can be seen in the figure's eyes, the figure then heads in a direction.
'Found you...'
Finding the person that the figure was looking for in the Supernatural territory, the figure quickly traverses through the dark green dense forest, heading to the location where a signal from the figure's spell earlier has been found.
Creeping nervousness becomes even more prominent as the figure gets closer to the location.
The figure's heart pounded inside with an increasing rhythm, echoing in the ears like a clap of thunder. Hot blood surged through the figure's veins, igniting an inferno of adrenaline that burned fiercely within. Every instinct screamed at the figure in fear, but the figure braced for an inevitable confrontation, knowing the person could lash out instantly at the figure's sight.
With more ground covered in a few seconds, the figure saw a dark silhouette lying on the ground.
As the figure got closer, the thick sweet iron aroma of blood becomes even stronger. But unlike what the figure expected, the person at the end of the vision was not in his Werewolf form, but rather, in his human form. One of his arms is severed, he chokes on what little blood he has left in his lungs and breathes unevenly. Blood drools endlessly from those severe wounds, and his face was covered in bruises and cuts.
It was a sight to behold, the figure knows clearly how mighty this person really is.
From the last encounter that they had, this person demolished the figure alongside a helper, this clearly shows how powerful and terrifying this person lying on the ground is. But now, he was reduced to this horrifying state, definitely done by the Executor.
But the figure was surprised, her heart jumped when the person sprung up suddenly.
In spite of the deep injuries that are gruesomely uncomfortable to be seen, even though he feels tremendous agony, and even though he has lost much blood and becomes weak, the person fiercely stands up and defends himself in a fighting pose.
Excruciating killing intent seeped out of the person's body, amplifying the thickness of the air.
Although his eyes are only half opened, his mind is not fully aware, the figure can feel her own body reacting to the person's stance. Every fiber of her being twitched in fright, and the terrifying jagged scar that cut through her face throbbed like a furnace in heat.
Despite being on the brink of collapse, the person's body surge with a desperate need to survive.
It reminded her of his potential, despite his current weakened state.
If someone else's consciousness was transplanted into this person's body, the figure believed that it would be impossible to recreate what the figure is doing at this very moment. It takes an enormous amount of strength and willpower to respond as quickly as the person does and be prepared to battle despite his condition.
A hardened skill of terrifyingly strong-minded individuals, the willpower to survive.
Taking quite a moment there, the figure stood there fazed, marveling at the unyielding spirit and indomitable will that this person possesses. The person that the figure drives out personally, 'Rex... even I feel uncomfortable seeing you like this'
Looking at the broken rising star of humanity, the figure wept and unconsciously shed a tear.
But even though the figure's expression was breaking into tears, Rex doesn't seem to realize it, his weakened senses only selectively analyze threats of the figure standing in front of him. Remembering the past that Rex has experienced, the figure can't contain the welling tears inside her eyes.
Covering her own mouth trying to suppress her sob, the figure points her hand to the sky.
Swoosh!
A condensed ball of water shoot and burst through the branches and dark leaves of the trees, tearing a hole big enough for the moonlight to penetrate and bathe Rex's entire body. The figure knows that he's a Werewolf and he's hurt, moonlight would definitely help him heal.
Just as expected, the killing intent slowly dispersed when Rex's body got hit by the moonlight.
Slowly his instincts were soothed by the moonlight's caressing fingers. At first, his body was in battle mode, ready to fight anything while also disregarding anything of a hindrance. But now, his body slowly loses that survival instinct and becomes weak.
It was naught but a moment, the figure quickly dashes towards him and caught his falling body.
An undetermined amount of time has passed, and his body is healed enough.
Most of the gruesome wounds are still there and bleeding, but their conditions were not as bad as before. Rex groaned painfully, feeling his entire body is numb and hurting, the adrenaline is already long gone and he was feeling everything.
As his body gets better, his consciousness also started to come back to him.
For a moment his eyelids trembled as he tries to open his eyes, he was greeted by the lunar blessing that is shining upon him. 'Eughh... did I pass out?' Rex thought, trying to recollect his memory before he blacked out.
Looking up to the ink black of the sky, he determined that he hasn't passed out for too long.
Knowing that he was in dire need of healing his own body, he quickly asks the system for any item that can amplify the healing blessing from the moonlight. As expected, the system recommended an item called Favored Lunar Healing that costs 20,000 Gold.
It was an item that would give amplify the healing properties provided by the moonlight four times.
Rex takes out the Favored Lunar Healing from the inventory which is a blue parchment before he ripped it in two. Blue glittering particles then surrounded his body before they seeped into his skin and make alterations to his cells.
<Favored Lunar Healing is in effect!>
<1:59:58 remaining until the effect from the Favored Lunar Healing dispersed!>
With the Favored Lunar Healing taking effect, Rex slowly sits up, a light groan seeped out of his gritted teeth. Right now is definitely the worst condition he has ever been in, he can't really do anything without making a groaning sound.
Bringing his body to a tree in difficulty, he leans and rested his body for a moment.
Just then he catches sight of a glowing blue energy covering his blood-soaked torn chest and also his severed left arm, and this puts a frown on his face as he can feel that this is not the Favored Lunar Blessing's effect.
It's definitely arcane mana, there's no mistaking it. Rex is already familiar enough with arcane mana.
'Hmm...? Is this Water Arcane Mana?' Rex thought, his eyebrows knitted into a frown.
As soon as he thought of that, a feminine voice seeped into his ears as a figure came out from the dark, "Don't cancel it yet, it would stop the bleeding until you are fully healed or healed enough for the bleeding to stop"
Rex was stunned when he heard this, his body froze and his breaths stopped.
With slow motion he glanced to the side and find a figure emerging from the dark, it was a woman with light blue hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was emitting an aura of an expert, equivalent to a ninth-rank realm. Many would consider her very beautiful if not for the gruesome scar crossing her face.
It was the scar that Rex left behind on her, a reminder that he was always on her back.
The moment he realized the woman who is standing at the side with a mutated animal over her shoulder, an insurmountable hatred and anger welled up inside of him like erupting inferno. Even his eyes bulged fiercely as he glared at the woman.
"Giana!!" Rex roared with a hate-filled voice as he intends to lunge forward.
But the moment he wanted to activate his kingly energy and kill this person that causes his parents' death, Rex crouches on the ground before he started vomiting blood profusely. Each cough was filled with pain and blood, draining his strength away.
Looking at this, Giana's expression didn't waver, "Don't move too much, you're still weak"
Not putting Rex's hateful glare on her heart, Giana went over to neatly stack dry logs of wood before she sat beside it. With a point of her finger, she zapped the logs and started a blazing fire to shield them from the coldness of the night.
Then, she flicked her hand and float the mutated animal that she caught above the bonfire.
Just like that the cackling sound of fire filled the silent night in the forest with Rex's rough angry breathing on her back, wanting to tear her limbs from limbs but can't due to his condition. "You should've killed me when you had the chance, you made a huge mistake by letting me live. I will avenge my parents by sacrificing you for them!"
"We have a huge problem, and you have the highest chance to end it. I'm not making a mistake"
From her answer alone, Rex knows what she was talking about.
But even so, he was unwilling to even be near this sly and filthy person that arranged his parents' death just to get to him much less work together with her. If she wants to work together, then she would need to work with his dead body.
As he was dwelling inside his thoughts, grinding his teeth in anger, Giana attract his attention back.
"Say, why did you come to the Great Barricade if not for me? I thought you were done with humans and Supernaturals" Giana asked while poking the bonfire with a stick, facing away from Rex's hateful glare.
Upon hearing this, Rex becomes even angrier, "Don't play the fool, you know why I'm here..."
"If that's the case then you're wrong" Giana quickly replied nonchalantly.
Rex frowned, every word that came out of Giana's mouth angers him to no end, "What?!"
"If you're here for Kyran then you're wrong, we never thought of keeping Kyran hostage. Brigitta did the right thing as per Edward's intention, she let Kyran go in the hope of not worsening the relationship between you and the entire humanity" Giana added, she then slowly turns her head and gaze at Rex firmly.
For a moment there, Rex's mind grasp what Giana said to him before his eyebrows lifted.
'Wait, what...?'
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