Eryth cast a side-long look at the chief of the village before turning in the direction the Collectors were announced to be coming. He slipped his sword into its scabbard and exhaled softly.
A cold chill streaked down his spine, but not from fear nor was it from anticipation. He could feel the energy swirling through his veins and knew all the techniques he needed to use these energies. They felt like something he'd also known but yet just learnt, that was what sent chills down his spine.
Multiple footsteps filled the air as the men marched into the village. There were five of them with one, a little fat with tattoos all over his bald head, a few steps ahead of the others, Eeor.
"Oohoo," Eeor exclaimed.
"Would you look at that boys, they've prepared a welcome party for us."
The men burst into laughter. "Well, I hope they have my favourite meal available." The five men stopped a few steps in front of Gal with smiles on their faces.
"Gal, my dearest, I've come to collect," he said.
Gal's eyes shifted to Eryth who placed his hand on the handle of his sword.
"Unfortunately," Eryth chipped.
"We have nothing more to give you. I believe we've given you enough these past days, so— turn around and leave, let these torches be your guiding light out of here."
Eeor moved his eyes from Gal to Eryth, his smile, slowly faded into a frown. "And you are?"
"The name's Eryth, consider me a spoiler to yours and your master's plans," he said, mocking them more.
"You know you talk and act big for a guy that works for someone else."
"What?"
"I know you aren't in on this yourself, there must be someone else pulling the strings and ordering you around like the little pussy you are, so who is it?" He took a step forward.
"Tell me so that I can send your head back to them."
"Oh, would you look at that boys, he's got words, the pretty boy has got a sharp tongue. I don't have time for this, get my goods now Gal."
Eryth closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again, revealing his now darkened brown eyes. "That wasn't just a mere comment, I meant every word I just said, so I'll ask again—"
"Who do you work for, so I can send them your head back to them when I'm done with you?"
Eeor's hands dropped to his side. He turned his full attention to Eryth and his eyes glowed bright green.
"The Green Eyes," Eryth mumbled.
"Tsk… if only your energy were as much as your mouth and brain work, you would have at least been worth my time."
"Oh this isn't my energy level, I am actively holding it down because I do not wish to show off, but if you want to see it, very well then."
A powerful gust of wind swept through, snuffing out the torch flames and drawing stunned gazes from the Collectors. Unlike Eeor and the physician, who possess the Green Eyes, the others—Collectors and villagers alike could only feel the raw energy radiating from Eryth, leaving them speechless and slack-jawed.
"This energy!"
Eeor groaned and carried his axe from behind his back. "You must also be an Illusion Act user. I'll just kill you and find out how much energy you truly have… kill him, men."
The other members of the Collectors pulled out their weapons and charged at Eryth, he skillfully parried every attack they threw at him before sending one of them back with a punch that easily knocked him out.
Rune markings appeared around Eryth's wrist and his sword turned black. He bolted towards another member and stabbed the sword into his collarbone, he pulled the sword to the side, leaving the head with no force to hold it up.
Eryth slid on the ground and severed another's leg before finally charging at Eeor.
Eeor groaned and gripped his axe tightly. He waited until Eryth was seconds away from hitting him with his sword before teleporting behind Eryth. The bald man grinned wickedly and swung his axe at Eryth's back but the latter managed to turn and parry the attack in time.
Eeor continued to use his trick, disappearing when Eryth is a second away from striking then lunging his attack.
"What's wrong pretty boy? Have you lost your voice?"
Eryth pulled out his dagger and made his battle stance.
"I will tear you apart, limb by…"
Eryth didn't wait for his opponent to finish his words. Rune markings appeared on his dagger as he threw it high up into the air. He then tightened the grip on his sword and bolted forward.
Eeor grinned and also got ready for the attack, but instead of appearing behind Eryth like he normally does, the bald man disappeared and reappeared just after Eryth's sword had passed his location.
"Hah!"
He raised his axe and swung it at Eryth to split his skull into two, but Eryth also disappeared from his location and appeared where the dagger was with the said dagger in his hand.
"What the…" The Teleportation Act user looked up just in time to catch sight of Eryth tossing his sword at him.
"You'll need to try harder," he hit the sword away only to see the golden dagger with rune markings surrounding it.
The bald man imagined Eryth appearing where the dagger was like he had been doing and took precautions by moving to the side, letting the dagger harmlessly fly past.
Eryth grinned as he faded into the air. The bald man raced towards the dagger, ready to attack immediately Eryth appeared as he had thought the dagger was the means of Eryth's teleportation, but nothing happened.
While running towards the dagger, his eyes widened in shock as he finally grasped what had happened. He stopped to turn, but it was too late, Eryth's sword plunged through his chest.
"Got you."
Eeor coughed out blood as Eryth pulled his sword out. He kicked the back of Eeor's knee, forcing him down before severing his head from its neck.
Eryth picked up the bald head and walked up to the last remaining collector whom he had only cut off his leg. The man groaned in pain as Eryth tossed his Master's head into his hand.
He curbed down to his level and sighed.
"Whoever you work for, tell them to stay away from this village. Or I, Eryth, will bring to them a wrath worse than any they've seen."
"Now go."
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