Chapter 15: The ck Forest (6)


    "Damn... Hart!"


    With a loud crash, Ragnod deflected the massive dark hand shooting towards him.


    Only moments before, Hart and another member of their team had disappeared into the morphing forest. The sinister hands rose up immediately, preventing them from going after theirpanions.


    "I can''t believe that shorty was the one who disappeared with him."


    "Hey, pay attention!"


    Thinking of Zion, Ka yelled at the distracted Ragnod, her magic continuing to ze forth.


    With a massive eruption, her mes burst forth, proving the public opinion correct - her magical prowess was indeed on par with Chilgeol. Her fierce mes scorched everything around them, even incinerating the dark hands reaching towards them.


    Her fire was more potent than the pale mes she had conjured earlier.


    Ignis Chain.


    Her hands sent out another stream of mes, extending like a whip and wrapping around the massive hand of darkness.


    The hand twisted and squirmed, releasing a pained screech andshing against the fiery chain.


    But, their team wouldn''t just stand there watching.


    A woman with a noticeable scar moved with the graceful agility of a fairy, darting to the rear of the dark hand. In an odd angle, she thrust her sword deep into the creature''s skin, tougher than any steel.


    At the same time, Lian and a middle-aged knight charged forward, as if they had nned it beforehand.


    With a loud grunt, they swung their weapons, each slicing off a leg of the dark hand.


    Unable to keep its bnce, the hand of darkness toppled backward. And as it fell, the figure of Rain, who had leaped high into the air, appeared in its sight.


    Her hand pulled back, holding a spear that zed not with blue but white-hot lightning.


    Thunder Dragon sh.


    In the instant Rain''s arm propelled forward, a bolt of lightning came crashing down from the sky. Without resistance, the lightning bolt sted through the dark hand''s head, burrowing into the ground.


    With a resounding thud, the now headless body of the dark hand hit the ground.


    Rainnded next to the defeated hand, quietly contemting as he stared at the lifeless form.


    "What a nuisance."


    With a grunt, Ragnod, now standing next to Rain, gave the fallen monster a frustrated kick. He then turned to Rain.


    "What''s the n? Should we go after them?"


    Even though he didn''t specify who he was talking about, everyone present understood his question.


    Rain shook her head in silence.


    "No, we need to keep moving forward."


    Her fists tightened at her own words. She wanted to search for the missing members, but wandering aimlessly in the forest would likely result in all of them getting lost - or worse.


    They could only hope that the separated members would survive until they could regroup.


    ''And if Hart is with Zion... they might have a chance.''


    Remembering Zion''s unusual ability to absorb the malice, Rain held onto this thought. She chose not to ask Zion about his power, aware of the traitor among them and not wanting to reveal her suspicion.


    Rain believed that Zion''s power might be the opposite of the malice infesting the forest.


    "Alright. I understand."


    Recognizing the difficulty of Rain''s decision, the others didn''t challenge her. They started tending to their wounds and preparing to move forward.


    Rain''s gaze lingered on herpanions, filled with uncertainty.


    ''None of them could be the traitor.''


    Ever since the attack on the lord''s castle, suspicion had tainted her trust in those around her.


    Yet, she couldn''t help but dismiss these doubts. Lian had been like family to her since childhood, and Ragnod, Ka, and Hart were old friends.


    She refused to believe any of them could betray her.


    ''I have to think positively.''


    With that resolve, Rain began to trudge deeper into the Sechaman Forest.


    Hart of Chilgeol, known as one of the rising stars of the northern empire and the second son of the Sidmael family - a noble house that ruled the north alongside the Dranir family.


    But there was another, unknown aspect to his identity.


    He was a high-ranking member of the Purification Sect, serving the ''Evil'' of the ck Forest.


    "No... how?"


    The usual easy-going demeanor of Hart turned somber.


    He didn''t deny his association with the Purification Sect. The moment he looked into Zion''s eyes, he knew his secret was out.


    "Who else knows?"


    Hart quickly shifted the topic, deeming the ''how'' irrelevant at this point.


    "Only me, for now."


    Zion met Hart''s eyes, his own gaze rxed yet intense.


    "Is that so? Are you shrewd or just reckless?"


    Even with his secretid bare, Hart maintained his calm demeanor, continuing his walk through the forest.


    Uncovering Hart''s hidden identity, which had eluded everyone else, was indeed sharp. Yet revealing it here, alone in the forest with him, seemed like folly.


    "Do you not fear I might kill you? Or perhaps..."


    A hint of incredulous amusement colored Hart''s expression.


    "Do you think you can escape from me?"


    The notion of Zion confronting him directly hadn''t crossed Hart''s mind.


    Zion remained silent in response to Hart''s queries.


    Drawing closer to Zion, Hart continued his discourse.


    "Do you know this? The ''One'' we serve was not originally dubbed ''evil''."


    He was merely superior to others, wielding a power beyond theirprehension.


    "But humans, in their ignorance, branded the ''One'' as evil, banishing him to this forest, simply because his power was beyond their grasp."


    Zion knew this was not the truth.


    The entity they worshipped had gathered more than its share of ill repute.


    Yet Zion was uncertain if they genuinely held such a belief.


    "We await the day when ''He'' will break his seal and cleanse this world."


    Swish-


    Hart''s twin swords, slightly curved at their tips, smoothly slid out of their sheaths.


    "Our duty as members of the Purification Sect is to eliminate any vermin obstructing ''His'' path."


    His words came to an end.


    With a swift kick off the ground, Hart vanished from his spot, reappearing before Zion in an instant.


    Then,


    Swish, swish, swish!


    A flurry of silver shes filled the air.


    Hart was known as the sh Sword, a moniker bestowed due to his blindingly swift de, so quick that his opponents failed to see iting.


    By the time the silver sh had urred, his opponent''s life was typically at its end.


    This rule seemed to hold true in this instance.


    No, it was wless.


    The unique charge that triggered mana to explode from the soles of his feet was even more satisfying than usual.


    The strike he unleashed towards Zion, who stood still seemingly oblivious to his movements, was impably executed.


    And yet, why?


    Why on earth?


    Crack!


    Hart could notprehend why his own arm was now soaring through the air.


    Thud!


    His right arm, still clutching the sword, hit the ground with a thud.


    Perhaps it was the sheer unexpectedness of this situation.


    "This is..."


    As Hart stared in shock at his severed arm, Zion''s calm voice wafted through the silence.


    "You made two mistakes."


    Only as he unconsciously turned towards Zion did Hart trulyprehend.


    "First, you assumed that I am weaker than you."


    Why hadn''t he realized sooner?


    Those eyes, appearing dull, as if veiled in fog.


    "Secondly, you held back, failing to strike me with your full strength from the onset."


    It finally dawned on him that thosenguid eyes were, in fact, the gaze of a being looking down upon everything from an untouchable height.


    Step by step.


    As Zion leisurely made his way toward Hart, the twirling ck Star began to flicker in his eyes.


    It was true that Zion, in his current state, couldn''t be entirely certain of victory against Hart of Chilgeol, but that didn''t mean he was without a fighting chance.


    Especially against an adversary who was this unprepared.


    "This..."


    A chill ran down Hart''s spine, the unsettling sensation growing stronger, like darkness emanating from Zion.


    "You... wretched bastard!"


    Finally sumbing to the oppressive aura, Hart charged toward Zion, his fearpelling him to attack first.


    Escape was futile.


    Hart''s instincts screamed at him, leaving him with one path to follow.


    Bang!


    The air exploded as Hart hurtled toward Zion, faster than ever before.


    Screech!


    His remaining sword glowed with a lethal aura, sharp enough to tear the fabric of space itself.


    One gleaming arc of light shot towards Zion.


    Moonlight.


    A technique passed down through the Sidmael family, fabled to have once cleaved the moon itself. As the secret twin-sword technique, only the family''s sessor could wield it.


    ''With this...''


    They say a crisis triggers evolution.


    As Moonlight unfurled, more perfectly executed than any other stroke he had previously dealt, a glimmer of desperate hope lit up Hart''s face.


    However,


    "One more mistake."


    Zion''s hand leisurely extended towards the radiant arc.


    Ink me.


    Darkness poured forth from Zion''s hand, kindling into me. The moment it made contact with Hart''s sword, it consumed the condensed moonlight entirely.


    "!!!!!!!"


    Shock seared through Hart at the sight unfolding before him, leaving him at a loss for words.


    Boom!


    With ease, Zion knocked aside Hart''s sword, now reduced to mere steel, and closed the distance to his adversary in a heartbeat.


    "You should have fled immediately."


    The next blow was swift and lethal.


    Zion''s other hand, already drawn back, plunged into Hart''s chest, shattering his heart.


    Crack!


    "Ah...."


    Blood-tinged breath escaped Hart''s lips as he gazed at his own skewered chest.


    His body began to topple backward.


    Victory was Zion''s from the moment Hart lost his arm.


    Even though the attack had exceeded his usual skill, Hart was limited by the execution of a dual-sword technique with only one hand. Zion wasn''t going to miss such a ring weakness.


    "Cough! Heh… You really had me fooled."


    As death encroached and blood spewed from his mouth, Hart managed an emptyugh, locking eyes with Zion looming over him.


    "But... you can''t stop us. There''s still…"


    "Another one, you say?"


    ".....!"


    Hart''s eyes widened in rm at Zion''s indifferent murmur.


    "I already know."


    "How could…!"


    Crack!


    Before Hart could finish his sentence, Zion silenced him permanently, crushing his head.


    Zion briefly surveyed Hart''s lifeless form, his gaze void of any discernible emotion.


    With one of the Chilgeol and a Purification Sect executive eliminated, Zion lifted his gaze to the sky.


    ''I must act swiftly.''


    Zion gazed up, his eyes piercing through the evil cover of the ck Forest. What met his sight was a night sky that had silently taken hold.


    By this time, Rain would have advanced closer to the heart of the forest.


    Before she confronted the ''evil'' awaiting there, there was something he had to do.


    ''Is it this direction?''


    Based on his knowledge from the ancient chronicles and the celestial cues he had just observed, Zion set his course.


    The Grey Marsnds.


    Zion''s current destination was a solitary ''true'' sealed area concealed within the forest.


    It was here where the hero and the ''evil'' first shed many centuries ago.


    And it was here where the key resided, the key that would grant Zion the power to wee a new ally.


    ***


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