Twelve hours and we have made up for what we have lost to the Grimms’ strategy. We are reaping the lives of Grimms, dominating them.

I don’t know why they haven’t retreated yet. If I had been leading the army, I would have retreated, but Grimms aren’t. 

The Grimms aren’t this stupid stubborn. At least the Grimms of my native world aren’t, but these seemed so or maybe there is something else.

I have been feeling something strange for the past two hours. Maybe it is my imagination, but I did not think so. It is real, whatever I am feeling, and it is dangerous.

It is why I have become a lot more careful in the battles; spreading my soul sense further than I had, even mixing more rule-bending power, but I found nothing.

Still, I am trying, because if these bustards are planning something. Only by knowing it, will I be able to survive.

“Die, you filthy thing,” said Tigerman as it attacked me fast with its twin blades. It is powerful, but not enough for me to take it to water and kill it with the illusion.

That trick hasn’t failed yet. It couldn’t help but make me wonder.

“Tell me, why aren’t you guys retreating? There are so many of you dying every minute, if I had been in your place, I would have retreated already,” I said and raging anger appeared in its eyes, along with some questions, which it quickly suppressed.

“Shut up! We will not leave till we wiped every single one of you,” it shouted and launched another flurry of attacks.

I responded while a frown appeared on my face. It did not know; it seemed like whatever they were planning; they did not tell general Grimms.

The question is whether I should tell the higher-ups what I am feeling. I have been debating that, especially in the past few minutes, where this feeling is getting steadily stronger.

‘Hell with it!’ I said and sent small packages of soul energies toward the Sovereigns fighting above.

I did not form a direct connection; I did not want to do anything that will draw suspicion at me. The anonymous way is too fine; they will not be able to discover me, especially when they are fighting.

As I sent the packages above; I kept an eye on them.

For the first minutes, there was nothing and I thought they did not believe me. Which kind of disappointed me as I am still feeling it and the feeling is getting stronger for the minute.

A minute and a half later, something begin to happen. The native Sovereigns begin to move; they started to position themselves toward the exit.

The Grimms suspected something and tried to stop it, but their effort got little success. While the condition of the Grimms above is better, but not enough to force the native, like at the beginning of the battle.

A few minutes passed and Sovereigns spread into a formation, with most focused toward the exit.

“To Exit!” 

Shouted all the natives Sovereigns together, surprising not only the natives below but also all the Grimms.

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“Stop The Natives!” ordered all the Grimms Sovereigns together and the Grimms kind of expecting it as all the Sovereigns reacted immediately.

“Its time to send you to the underworld human!” said the Tigerman with a grin and the small power it was hiding burst out of its body as it came at me.

I did not move; I let it come closer to me when it was only a meter away. I used the power I had been hiding while it was lower than that of the Tigerman, I know how to use it efficiently.

Most importantly, I know its limit and its combat style. I could effectively use everything I have at 100% efficiency.

I moved, and it looked like I was moving directly toward its blade, but get cut into it, before halfway there, I increased my speed and changed my direction faintly.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

It adjusted its blades toward my changing direction but found itself too slow.

Puch!

I appeared in front of it, with its blades at my heels, when I pierced my sword inside it, destroying all its defenses. 

Its blade touched me and pierced a little more than an inch before they had frozen like the rest of its body. A moment later, it disappeared, and I moved toward the exit in this utter chaos.

In less than five seconds, the whole battlefield had changed.

Now, every Primary native is moving toward the exit, while Grimms is trying to stop it. Though they are not very successful, their numbers are now more than natives, and with zeal to get off this ruin.

The natives have gone wild, killing anything and everything that came their way, including me.

Within two seconds, I had killed three Grimms, all of them in my storage.

I am using everything I have and even debating the possibility of burning my blood, which I have done even once in this battle, but I am seriously considering it.

The most dangerous Grimms, the Sovereigns, have stopped. They have gathered together and now watching the natives moving to the exit. Some even have mirth in their eyes, which seriously spooked me.

I was thinking about it when the feeling I had been sensing for hours churned. From calm, it turned to boiling.

“Grand Curse of Maleilas Ther, Arose!” said the Sovereign Grimms leader together and my eyes widened in shock.

I don’t have a fucking idea what maleilas ther means, but the feeling I am sensing had exploded from boiling and its power had made all the hair on my body stand up.

For a second, there was nothing, but soon a volcano of red mist exploded from the ground, covering the entire area.

Curse!

This freak of red energy is nothing other than a curse. A powerful curse that only Sovereign could defend against it, while Primary-III, could only hope they would reach the exit before the curse consume them.

Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh

The mournful screams begin to ring out around me as the natives screamed as the curse seeped inside them.

It is powerful that it had started to burn them from the inside out. They started to activate their defensive abilities, and anti-curse abilities, and drink the potion and other things, but it is slowing it down.

“Kill the natives; not a single one of them should escape,” screamed the Sovereign Grimms and moved to fight against the natives.

Those who are defending against the curse now must face the Grimms, who are fine under the curse. 

It is not affecting them, as it is not affecting me.

The curse is powerful without a doubt, but I am fine. I have a constitution that makes me resistant and developed too many methods against it to do anything to me.

To others, it is terror, and I have asked my clones to do something that will slow it down.

A cure will take time.

They have to do it, while taking no help from the Rule-bending power; it is important that no forbidden power is used.

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