Parallel Vol. 3 [LEGACY EDITION]

Chapter 17: Scion of Blood

Zeing glanced at the blood sphere hovering over the arena. "Can't believe that old man actually passed on the blood rites. Is he so confident in that halben? Or is it..." His gaze returned to a section of the wall perpendicular to the chase occurring several miles away. Zeing's brows furrowed when he noticed the direction the duo were headed. "Coincidence?" His gaze once again traveled to the sphere, then down to Rider. "This lad has gained the recognition of the two geezers. This should prove interesting."

His mind made up, Zeing no longer tarried. Even though he was intrigued by what Syèl would eventually emerge as his instincts directed him to award the daeben his attention. His figure seemed to vibrate for a nanosecond then disappeared altogether.

To those beneath his level, this would have seemed like teleportation, but they would have been dead wrong. The true power of Zeing Ashqoj laid not in his unfathomable muscle strength, but his achievements in earth magic. He had reached the realm of being one with the earth itself. What that meant was that within a certain territory, the entire earth and everything within it were under his control. He could merge with and travel instantaneously within the earth to any location he sought.

Within the interrogation room, Zeing's form appeared from within one of the walls. A stone chair protruded from the wall which he then sat on. A smile played on his face as two figures flashed into the chamber above. Within seconds they would be at the stairs that led down to his location.

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"Had enough?" Kashi called as he carefully stepped towards a grimacing Froy. Whatever that thing was that increased the priest's speed so much had come at a heavy cost. Froy threw up several mouthfuls of blood as he backed away from the daeben, his skin pale white from excessive blood loss. Kashi recognized the chamber they were in. This was directly above the torture/interrogation chamber. Was there something here that was worth gambling on? Kashi could not recall anything like that.

Kashi observed Froy's bloodshot eyes, the raging furrows between his brows and the way his teeth gnashed hard against each other. Those were not the eyes of a man driven to despair, but one of desperation. The eyes of the scorned who had only one card left to play, even though it might very well claim their lives. Those were the eyes of a man who wished to drag the opposition into hell with him.

Kashi let out an involuntary sigh. Suzuki had faced eyes like that on a few occasions, Razznik on numerous occasions, and now it seemed he was to witness the same. Maybe it was their destiny to always bring pain to others till they descended to such a state. However, Kashi's eyes shone with a dangerous light as an arrow tore through Froy's calf. Whether or not that was destiny, he would make sure this man fully understood the extremity of his error in touching a member of his guild.

Kashi egged Froy further into desperation with one arrow after the other. Some narrowly missed, others drew a line of blood and few pierced into Froy's body but somehow missed all his vital organs.

For all his faults, Froy was definitely not stupid. He knew the daeben could have killed him at any time, but instead chose to deal him a slow death. He surmised that this was all because of that bard girl. She and the daeben must be an item or something. Damn it! He should have just killed the both of them when he had the chance instead of incurring the wrath of such a man.

But then Froy recalled how easily Kashi had escaped the perdition pit. Did that not mean Kashi could have escaped at any time? Gods, he wanted to get captured! Even worse he willingly submitted himself to torture just to achieve his goals. Froy's pale face became as a sheet of paper as he had finally realized just how terrifying an opponent he had enraged. Froy hated, Hated Kashi to death! If the daeben was so strong, why not just attack up front? At least then he would have had a chance to escape. It was too unfair to pretend to be weak when you were that strong!