Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 120: The Beginning of the End

A few days ago...

On a lonely street some distance away from the shelter, the ground suddenly parted, the pavement rearranging itself to give rise to a large hole.

Out of this hole came two individuals. One of them was a gargantuan man in a cloak and that shielded his features, he glanced at thes street for a moment ensuring that it was safe before unceremoniously dropping the second man to the floor.

The second individual was noticeably smaller, he fell to the ground with a hiss and quickly rose to his feet, holding onto his shoulder tightly to stop the bleeding.

Blood poured from his wound, forming a trail as they both quickly entered into a nearest building.

Once they got into the dark room, the boy fell to his knees and slammed his hand against the floor in frustration.

"Damn that bastard!"

His face was a mask of darkness and crimson, and red orbs appeared in the place of eyes, glowing with murderous intent.

He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on the wound.

"He dares touch me? Me! The faceless man!"

Suddenly his aura exploded outwards with a chilling intensity, the dust around him was unsettled and a wild breeze blew past them.

Like an intense undying darkness, his aura crowded the room. His hatred, his malice, his pain... it all twisted, mixing with his aura to form something dreadful.

"I am the faceless man for fuck’s sake! I’ll fucking kill him!"

A gentle laughter filled the room a second later and a girl walked out of the darkness, twirling her pink hair from underneath her cloak.

"My oh my Ghost, you got your ass beat by a rookie curse bearer didn’t you?"

Ghost glared at her, his anger simmering to the point of eruption.

"Make no mistake, I let him capture me! It would have gone well if not for that girl."

His hands twisted in a fist and he slammed it against the floor once more, but the girl only laughed in response.

And annoying laughter that felt like a file being rubbed against his bones.

"He’s not the one bleeding on the floor is he?"

"Wanna die?"

The shadows in the room began to wrap themselves around Ghost, making him appear like a tall tenebrous shadow.

That was when the mountain of a man lifted his hand to stop him.

"He’s not just any rookie..." the man said. "You should have seen him, he smells like trouble."

"Uhmmmm." The girl cooed.

Suddenly, the room felt a tad colder as another individual walked up to the pink haired girl, standing right next to her.

"Silas..." Ghost immediately withdrew his aura, returning to his human form.

For a moment there was silence.

And then Silas spoke. His voice was calm but it was when he was calm that he was most violent.

"What did you do?"

Ghost stared up at him, meeting his gaze.

"I followed the plan, what else do you want to know?"

Silas’s gaze went over to his arm and then he shook his head slightly.

"If you followed the plan then you wouldn’t be in this state."

Silas stepped a bit closer.

"The girl... Why did you try to kill that curse bearer?"

Ghost let out a dry laugh, he didn’t fear Silas so why would he feel oppressed in his presence?

A dark smile appeared on his mask and he spoke.

"Because I wanted to."

Silas pulled off his cloak, revealing his stark white hair and his intense orange eyes. In his right pupil, what resembled a clock hand was slowly ticking like a morbid stopwatch.

"The plan was simple, create a disturbance and make the people’s faith in the curse bearers wane. Spread rumours about the boy being from the slums to add extra spice, make it look like they had been abandoned by the fourth squad."

"Fill them with so much despair that their mind becomes your playing field, a broken leadership structure is a more efficient weapon than you might think."

Silas paused, a small frown appearing on his face.

"Instead... you went and massacred civilians, acting on your own bloodlust."

For a second, time seemed to freeze as a crazed smile appeared on Silas’ face.

"I guess I should thank you. You’ve brought out his despair."

"... and here I was thinking this was going to be a boring battle."

Silas turned to leave walking back into the darkness when he spoke.

"Get yourself healed, the second phase of the plan starts soon—"

The clock on his eyes finally stopped ticking and then it suddenly felt like time once again flowed freely.

***

At an abandoned district of Lorsine, atop a skyscraper was a gargantuan man sitting at the edge of the building.

He was in full pitch black knightly armour coupled with a helmet that shielded his entire face. The armour glowed softly, signs of an enchantment, and its material was made out of a substance unlike anything that was found on the planet.

He stared down at the city, calmly observing the entire landscape from top.

He let out a sigh.

"What a waste. Who would have known that this city would grow to such heights?"

The man stared down at the area he was sitting and ran an armoured finger atop it.

"Still, praise be to whom praise is due. This is fantastic work..."

Just then, there was a light creeking sound, but after that sound, strangely, no footsteps followed—

No, it was not that no steps followed, rather, they were just so quiet that he could not sense them.

The man turned around to see his acquaintance staring at him from the edge of the room. She still had her cloak on but her hood had been pulled down, showcasing her face.

"Cover yourself up!" The man hissed as though a terrible sin had been committed against him.

"Know your place, never let me see such a disgusting sight again, am I clear?"

There was a moment of hesitation before the girl pulled her cloak back on.

The man looked away from her, deciding to wash his vision with the beautiful view of the city. but alas, his mood had already been ruined.

"Get your things. It’s starting..."

***

The slums— Lorsine...

In the depth of the night, a drunken man stumbled across the streets of Lorsine, one bottle of liquor in one hand and a second bottle of liquor on the other hand.

His beard was overgrown and messy, his grey eyes seemed dull and unlively, and his black hair was tousled and wet.

It was raining rather intensely and yet the man did not care, as long as he had a drink to accompany him through the night, he would be perfectly fine.

He continued this way until he got to his destination, and then he paused.

In front of him was a mess of broken wood, bent iron and shattered cement. Roofing sheets decorated the area and even the floor in front of the building had cracked.

Grey’s eyes widened slightly.

"The bastard destroyed my house!?"

Of course he was talking about General Grey. The general was a rather petty individual, because he could not have his way with Ark, he decided to take it out on him.

"I had to take out a loan to pay for this damn thing!"

He paused and took a large gulp of liquor, his cheeks turning pink from the drunkenness.

"Does that mean I’m homeless now?"

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Grey randomly burst into laughter. He bent forward and laughed to his heart’s content, only stopping when he felt like throwing up.

When he looked back at the house, his expression suddenly twisted into one of grief.

"All my memories of you are now buried underneath the rubble huh? Who knows, maybe this is a sign from the heavens."

A sign that it was time to reevaluate his life, begin anew...

As the rain continued to pour heavily upon him, Grey shook his head and began his slow walk to nowhere.

"It’s too late for me."

"But maybe him— maybe he can be better."

Before Grey could take another step, an intense feeling suddenly flooded his veins. It was as though every single part of his being became on fire, his instincts screaming at him from within.

The moon vanished instantly and replaced by it was the ominous red moon, bathing the word in its terrifying glow.

Once again, the air became unpleasant to breathe...

Grey let out an annoyed sigh and he held onto his bottles tightly, a slight frown on his face.

In front of him, right beside his house, a massive gate had appeared, a gargantuan gate almost the size of half a football field... and he was right in front of it.

He did not move, instead staring down at the fathomless darkness just by his feet. The thin line suddenly pulsed and widened, and then the first beast stepped out from within it.

An abominable beast.

What stood right in front of him was a humanoid beast, it had black skin and milky white eyes. Bulging muscles adorned its naked frame and in its hand was a lance possessing a broad tip.

But its torso was where the human like features ended because the rest of its body was that of a tenebrous steeed.

A centaure.