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Chapter 164: Chapter 85: Before The Battle 2 (Part 2)

Sixteen years ago, when the tragedy caused by Barry that shook the world was yet to happen and Kais was just an ignorant child who had never been touched by the world's darkness, when Ethan Kales was still living as a hollow shell of a human being in an orphanage and when Reid Vezalius Rosevelt was considered the strongest man in the world, an incident happened that changed the supernatural world without most people even realizing.

A 15-year-old boy, who was wandering around an unknown forest looking for something, found something.

However, he was not sure if what he had found was what he was looking for.

That was so because he didn't know what he was looking for in the first place.

That 15-year-old boy with lifeless eyes looked at what he had found, a man with his throat deeply wounded and minutes away from dying.

The dying man, as he noticed the boy, tried to reach him with his hand, a gesture that made it look like he was asking for the boy to come to him.

But,

Boy: "Vermilion!"

The boy said with a a burning hatred.

Boy: "You are from Vermilion, aren't you?"

The dying man's uniform gave him away. He was a Volcano in Vermilion. And just knowing that was enough for the boy to do what needed to be done, what his soul begged him to do.

Boy: "Die!!!"

He shouted as a gust of wind came thrashing towards him from behind the boy and severed him limb-from-limb. The ease with which the Volcano died made it look like a cartoon character being slaughtered.

And yet,

Boy: "W-why!?"

The boy who had so easily killed a Volcano could only still be hurt by that very act of his own.

He had so much power that no Volcano could stand in front of him. Forget a Volcano, it was highly likely that even Hellfires would lose to him. He was just that powerful.

And yet, the one time that he needed this power, where was it?

Boy: "Where are you?!"

Tears would drip from his eyes without him even knowing. The sadness and loss were just that big.

Five years before that day, he had a friend. He had a friend who was almost like a brother to him.

They had promised to be with each other for the rest of their lives, to hold each other up whenever needed, to give a push on the back whenever needed, to give a pull into the light whenever needed.

That boy was blessed with an amazing talent for Psychic abilities and his friend was capable of coming up with cunning ways to make use of them. As such, when teamed up with each other, there was no one who could defeat the two of them.

But, what use was any of that in the end?

When Vermilion came and attacked, he wasn't there to help. And without him, his friend couldn't defeat them.

As such, the place they lived in, it looked less like a place to live in and more like a butcher house.

As such, the people they knew and smiled along with, they looked less like people and more like sandbags lying on the floor covered in the filth of their hide.

As such, the world they had known for forever, it looked less like a familiar and comfortable world and more like a graveyard.

When he came back and saw that sight, he realized how little his power meant.

As he stared at the bloody remains of the Volcano he had just slaughtered, it did nothing but remind him of how different things would have been if he had come back sooner that day.

He realized then - nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing at all.

For all the power he had, he couldn't go back in time. And so, despite all his power, nothing mattered to him, not anymore.

He had lost everything.

His story had a prologue. But it never truly started, because it was ended before it ever could.

For five years, he was looking for the components of his story that had all been torn apart.

For five years, that boy had been wandering around, looking for those he had lost, those he had seen lying on the floor as lifeless husks. And also, those he had not seen lying there.

Not only had Vermilion slaughtered them all for some reason he had no idea about, but they had done it with so much disregard for them that many of their bodies were only recovered in parts. Many were never even found.

The boy had realized that those of Vermilion were a bunch of monsters, and they were beyond redemption.

And so, he had decided that he would lessen the numbers of these monsters whenever he would come across them. Their personal crimes did not matter, just the fact that they were a part of Vermilion was enough of a reason to label them as monsters and kill them.

And just as he had decided to, he had removed one of them from the world just then.

However, not thinking about why that Volcano was already bleeding when he saw him was a stupid thing.

He had not realized that the man he had killed just then was not an actual Volcano, but a prisoner of Vermilion dressed as a Volcano and set there as bait for him. He had taken the bait without thinking about it, and so the Hellfires, on the command of Vaika Smith, were able to easily subdue him right then and there.

With correct timing and skilful teamwork, they had rendered the 15-year-old boy helpless by pinning him down to the ground.

Boy: "Ha!"

At least, that's how it looked at first.

Boy: "Haha!"

But, the combined might of 10 Hellfires was, for the boy,

Boy: "Hahahahaha!!!"

still a laughing matter.

The Hellfires were frozen in place as the boy stood himself up, and looked back on them with a disgusted expression.

With a mere twist of his fingers, he was able to send two of the Hellfires flying. The others either attacked him straight on or backed away as fast as they could. Those who mindlessly attacked got their bones shattered and were left without enough willpower to use Psychic for the time being. Those who tried to run away were all chased down and beaten to a pulp.

The following one hour was a brutal celebration of loss.

Maybe it was because the boy had actively destroyed a lot of Vermilion's property or maybe because he had killed important members of the organization but, after five years, at long last, the boy had gained the opportunity to meet all the Hellfires at once.

And so, at that moment, the anger and frustration building up for five long years had all burst out into flames that engulfed the entire forest in its rage.

The ten most powerful Psychics right after the Phoenix, the ten people who were given the glorious title of 'Hellfire', were all annihilated by one 15-year-old boy.

Six of them were killed. Four of them survived but needed immediate healing. But, none of them could put a scratch on the boy.

And that was when the Phoenix showed himself.

Phoenix: "..."

Staring at the Hellfires lying there defeated and the forest torn apart, the Phoenix said nothing but turned to the boy and showed him a smile.

For that man, seeing that boy was like a revitalization of a belief, the belief that he was not standing at the top of the world alone, that there was someone else better than him.

But, for that boy, seeing that man was nothing but a revitalization of the hatred that was burned out a little because of the rage-filled past hour.

Boy: "You … are the reason … for everything!"

He said, and without waiting for anything, attacked the Phoenix. The Phoenix had no intention of backing down either.

And so, the 15-year-old Psychic and Reid Vezalius Rosevelt went head-to-head.

For the boy who had spent the past five years without any purpose but that of taking revenge on Vermilion, that battle should have been the last. Whether he won and finished his revenge or lost and died, that battle should have been the last.

The story with nothing but a mere prologue to speak for it should have ended right then and there.

But, it didn't.

Boy: "Why!?"

One hour had passed.

Two hours had passed.

Five hours had passed.

But, the battle just didn't seem to be coming to an end.

By no means was it a close battle. Just like was the case with the Hellfires, the boy was overpowering the Phoenix without a problem. But, no matter how many times he killed the Phoenix, the man just wouldn't die.

And so,

Boy: "WHY!?"

He asked with a rage-filled cry.

In response though, the Phoenix laughed a little and said without any pride,

Rosevelt: "I am the Phoenix, an eternal bird shining vermilion. You cannot kill me, Walter Schmidt."

It continued.

And so, another hour passed.

Another two hours passed.

Another five hours passed.

But, Rosevelt never died. Or rather, he never stayed dead.

After coming all this way, after easily defeating all his opponents, Walter Schmidt had found the last man he had to take revenge from, but he just couldn't finish the job. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't kill the Phoenix, he just couldn't dim the sun.

The fruitless battle continued.

Somewhere along the line, Walter had realized that the fruitlessness of that battle was the only thing giving him a reason to breathe.

Somewhere along the line, Rosevelt had realized that the boy would make a great Hellfire and offered him to join Vermilion.

Somewhere along the line, Walter had considered his offer.

Somewhere along the line, Walter had agreed to his offer.

There was no other reason to agree to it than to find a reason to live, or rather, a reason to not die.

Sixteen years have passed. Walter Schmidt has been a Hellfire for sixteen years.

And now, the war the Phoenix had told him about all those years ago is finally happening.

All the pieces of the puzzle are fitting in and a giant game of chess is reaching its unravelling stage.

However, for him who isn't a piece in this puzzle, what should he even do?

He is still asking himself.

He is still lost in the forest of his mind, a dark and dense forest that holds his humanity at bay

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Chapter 165: Chapter 86: Before The Battle 3 (Part 1)

After having kept watch on the third faction and their rival Aural group Heise for a fair amount of time, Angela Holystone and Baise have a good enough idea of what they are planning to do next.

To be honest, they aren't even trying to keep their plans a secret as they have been openly arming themselves with weapons and defence mechanisms to use against supernaturals, especially Psychics.

Considering what's going on with the state of the war currently, it is obvious that preparing to go to battle with Psychics means they are going to Kesley.

So, their pursuers are not missing the opportunity to get ready to leave either.

That all said and done, the problem remains what it was before.

Angela and Baise are doing nothing but keeping an eye on them. Keeping a close eye on them in fact, but they aren't doing anything past that.

They aren't going in for the kill because there's a high possibility they would fail. In which case, they would have to come up with strategies to beat them, and that is a task quite hard to do when your opponent has enough diversity to have two Psychics, really capable Aurals, a brilliant Spirit-user, an anomaly of a supernatural, and someone with two legendary eyes and a conniving big brain.

As such, Angela has decided to stick close and watch them for longer and go in only when they get a good chance. Her mistake is in not realizing that the Phoenix has sent in other Hellfires after her very target and that if she delays too much, her prey might be stolen.

However, as much of a possibility as that is, it is also a possibility that while targeting Abgere, they will involuntarily open a path where she and Baise can sneak in for the kill. After all, the Phoenix told her to 'kill Abgere', not necessarily 'defeat him'. That means even if she steals someone else's kill, it still counts. And to be fair, with the Phoenix's personality in mind, doing that might just be a better way to impress him.

Still, all that happening depends heavily on chance, and Angela isn't even aware of the most important part of the problem.

So, things are not in her favour.

Still, as the third faction and the Aural group Heise leaves for Kesley, she and Baise prepare to do so as well.

One way or another, things will come to a conflict, and what exactly will happen there can only be speculated or fantasized before, the only real answer will come when the conflict actually begins.

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Ethan: "So, how much longer until we are there?"

Sneha: "I am not sure but it certainly wouldn't take long provided you keep your mouth shut."

Answering in an irritated voice, the Aural keeps walking ahead of all of us, leading the way as none of us know it.

If only the six of us were going back to Kesley, then we would have taken the jet. And, if only a Psychic like Gabriel was going back along with one or two others, he would have just teleported back there. But, this time, the six of us are joined by an Aural group large enough to be called a mini-platoon. Plus, we are going to a place we are highly likely to get into battles with.

Thus, we are doing as much preparation as we can instead of just using the fastest method that we can use, and so this method we are using now happens to be through an underground tunnel through to a place 100 kilometres away from Kesley.

This place we will end up at after exiting the tunnel is basically a shrine that Heise used to be in, a place where they have 'weapons' stored that may help us in the upcoming endeavours. There, we will also be able to take a faster transportation method like cars or the like to get to Kesley.

It is the most effective method of getting to Kesley. That said though, it is certainly not the safest.

Because of their aversion to sunlight, the Vampires have been making bases underground for a long time. This tunnel we are in right now is a path that they created that would lead to many of these bases. In other words, this tunnel is their territory, and we are trespassing.

Hence, Mr Eyes of Truth has had to keep using his eyes continuously so he can detect any traps set by Vampires for intruders like us.

Ethan: "Seriously, why does this tunnel have to be so damn long?"

Thus, his impatience has reared its head in front of us.

Sneha: "Actually, most of the times Aurals use this place, they just use their abilities to speedrun through it. But, since we have on our side a human incompetent enough that he can't even do that, we can't do that."

She says, only partially sarcastically.

Ethan: "I see. So, when you Aurals use this route generally, you just run straight into and through any traps like a bunch of bulls chasing a guy that angered them while blowing steam off their noses. Interesting."

Of course, when it comes to sarcasm, our Aural friend has much to learn before she can compete with this guy.

Sona: "I don't mean to be a bother but Sneha, we really could use a serious answer to the question he has been asking for the past hour."

True enough. We have been in this place for so long that it feels like we haven't seen the light of the sun in days.

So, I too am starting to wonder how much longer will it take?

Sneha: "Hang on for a little while longer. It won't take more than half an hour for us to be there if we continue at our current pace."

Hmm. That's good to know.

It means that in some hours from now, we will be in Kesley.

We will be confronting the Phoenix.

I have no idea what is in store for us there, and I have no idea how everyone around me is feeling about this.

I know Ethan has a fair bit of excitement welling up within him and I know Sona's caution has grown a lot ever since confronting the Phoenix became our objective. But, that's all I know.

I have noticed a few things though.

I have noticed that Abgere and Gabriel have been keeping quiet for a long time. Well, they were never very talkative, not with us anyway, but now it seems that both of them have become mute or something.

Aside from that, I have also noticed that Sneha and Abgere have been glancing at Gabriel from time-to-time. Those glances have been filled to a certain degree with suspicion but not severe enough that I should confront them about it right now.

As for the members of Heise, those who are tasked with keeping important supplies, medical professionals and the non-combatants like Trisha safe seem to be less nervous compared to those who are walking alongside us, as they know more than anyone else that a battle with the world's second most powerful man is a possibility.

All in all, the third faction and its allies seem to be … tense.

It's like we know something big is going to happen.

The anxiety of that something big happening is enveloping all of us. I realize that not sharing our anxieties is a dangerous path to take, especially right now. And, I think everyone knows that. Still, I don't think any of us will be taking any other path.

And so, we continue marching on with dangerous worries and unyielding weakness in our hearts.

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