Chapter - 84

Leo dropped his mental wall.

"Aiva, lead the goat to slaughter."

And in an instant, Elder Baez felt the resistance break.

His mind dived into the opening like a starving man grabbing for a piece of bread.

He expected to find the brain of some cocky young human. He expected to see a Level 30 or 35 fighter. He dove deep, thinking he was the one in charge of this mental fuckery.

Instead, he fell straight into a godless nightmare.

The shitty stone outpost was gone. The fire and the forest were wiped away.

Baez was now standing on a flat plain of black glass, but he could barely see the ground because it was buried under a thick, sticky lake of fresh blood.

The sky above was disgusting red, looking like someone had ripped it open with a dull, jagged blade. It was raining green, magical fire that hissed as it hit the ground, smelling like rotten eggs.

The air was heavy with the stench of what felt like a million dead bodies. Everywhere he looked, there were fucking mountains of corpses.

Piles of rotting flesh, severed limbs, and spilled guts were stacked so high they looked like jagged, fleshy hills.

It was an entire world made of slaughter and gore. Baez felt like a tiny, pathetic insect standing in an ocean of death.

The ground was slick with shit, piss, and blood, making it hard to keep his footing.

In the middle of the piles of dead bodies stood a lone figure.

He was a giant of a man, wearing black armour that looked like it was made from the night itself. Red engravings all over the metal armour glowed like hot fire, giving off a pressure that felt heavy enough to flatten a city.

He held a sword that was longer than a full grown man. But the closer he looked, the blade wasn't steel. It was a piece of the void, covered in black flames that whispered of eternal pain.

He wasn't fighting a small group. He was facing a massive army.

Ten thousand knights in gold armor ran across the bloody ground. Behind them, giants as tall as towers used tree trunks as clubs. In the red sky, ancient dragons flew in circles, breathing gold fire and freezing ice.

Baez watched, frozen in the mindscape like a helpless spectator. The dark warrior moved. It wasn't a battle. It was a slaughter.

The figure swung the black blade one time. A wave of dark energy flew out. It was a mile-wide curve of total destruction.

It hit the front of the gold army. There was total silence for a moment. Then, a thousand knights just fell apart. Armor, flesh, and bone were cut through instantly. A cloud of red mist exploded, turning the ground into a swamp of blood and guts.

The warrior didn't stop. He moved faster than anyone could see. He vanished and showed up high in the air.

A dragon roared and tried to bite him. The warrior landed right on the beast's head. He didn't even use his sword. He just stomped his foot down.

The hit shattered the dragon's skull. The massive beast fell from the sky, dead before it reached the dirt. The warrior rode the body down like a falling mountain. The impact crushed a whole battalion of giants into a wet, red paste.

The black-armored warrior raised a metal hand. He spoke one word that made the whole world shake.

"METEOR SHOWER."

The sky turned a deep, blood red. The clouds caught fire and vanished. Huge, burning rocks as big as castles fell from the sky and smashed into the earth.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Entire armies were turned into ash instantly. Mountains were flattened into dust. The screams of the dying men were so loud they started to tear at Baez's mind. This wasn't just a high-level fighter. This was a monster that killed worlds.

The warrior stood in the middle of the fire and the ruins. He turned around slowly. His eyes locked onto Baez. They weren't human. They were glowing white circles of ancient, scary power.

He let out a killing pressure so heavy that Baez felt his soul starting to break. It felt like a mountain was sitting on his chest. The warrior walked toward the shaking Goat. The ground rattled with every step he took.

He loomed over Baez. He raised a hand that was wet with dragon blood.

"Did you enjoy it, little lamb?" the warrior's voice sounded like a planet breaking apart.

His hand closed over Baez's eyes, squeezing hard. Baez let out a silent, mental scream as his mind started to rip.

'Aiva,' Leo's voice was cold and bored, 'Cut the fucking cord.'

SNAP.

The connection broke with a violent jerk. It felt like being pulled out of deep water by a sharp hook.

Back in the outpost, Elder Baez gasped.

"HUUUUUUUH!"

It was a nasty, wet sound, like a man who had been underwater for too long.

Baez stumbled back. His wooden staff hit the stone floor with a loud clatter. He clutched his head with both hands, his claws digging deep into his own fur.

"Elder?" Korg barked, stepping forward, "What the hell is wrong?"

Vesper drew her daggers, scanning the room for a threat she couldn't see.

Baez fell to his knees. His body shook uncontrollably. His eyes were wide and black, staring at horrors that weren't there.

"No..." Baez whimpered, "No... the fire... the sky is burning..."

Dark blood leaked from his nose. A drop fell from the corner of his eye, tracking down his fur like a black tear. A stream of red came from his lips. He coughed, splattering blood onto the dusty floor.

He looked up at Leo. The arrogant look was gone. Now there was only pure, raw terror. He looked at Leo as if he were a demon wearing a human skin suit. He looked at him like he was the end of the world.

"Gods, boiy!" Grendel hissed from the dirt, "The goat is fucking leaking from his eyes!"

He sat by the fire, calm and relaxed. He took another slice of the steak and popped it into his mouth. He chewed slowly and swallowed.

"Curiosity kills the cat, Elder," Leo said softly. His voice echoed in the silent room. He took a sip of water.

"Or in this case... it chopped the fucking goat."

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