Chapitre 106: Possessed

The fight was over.

The Grandmaster was on the ground, without a left arm and bleeding from the wound. The Saint was frozen on place with half of his body destroyed.

Zane looked at the scene before him in amazement.

"What did you do!?" Myron glared at Zane before crawling towards the Grandmaster. He stopped in front of the Grandmaster and tore off his robe, making a torniquet and stopping the bleeding.

" I just saved him. He was about to be killed." Zane scoffed. He looked at the waxed finger and saw it was cracking. Throwing the finger on the ground, he looked at Slem. "Slem, can you go and heal the Grandmaster again?"

"Okay brother." Slem walked towards the Grandmaster and Myron. He looked around the ground for something before turning to the two again. "I can't see his arm anywhere!" He knelt down and his hands turned into green slime. The slime moved towards the Grandmaster and covered the area where his arm was supposed to be. "He won't have an arm now. Okay?"

Myron looked at Slem and clenched his teeth. He was about to say something but the Grandmaster turned towards Slem and nodded his head. Slem began healing the Grandmaster slowly, causing a stump to appear in place of his wound.

If Slem had found the Grandmaster's arm, he could have joined the arm and healed him. But his arm had disintegrated into nothing, so there was no choice.

Zane looked at them for some time and after deciding everything was going okay, he approached the Saint from behind slowly. The Saint was still frozen, just staring into nothingness while Zane walked towards him. Zane stopped near the Saint and circled him slowly, checking if it was safe to get close. Seeing that the Saint was still frozen and not reacting to anything, Zane walked up to him and stood face to face.

He examined the frozen Saint from head to toe. He shivered at the sight of the deformed Saint who looked like half-human and half-monster. Zane felt nauseated when looking closely at some of the Saint's features like his hair, which was half made from his brain, his face which looked like a monster's and the wound on his body, from where blood kept gushing out like from a tap.

Controlling his emotions, Zane looked down below at the Saint's shadow. With a greedy look, he moved his shadow towards the Saint's and his shadow opened it's mouth. When his shadow bit down on the Saint's shadow, Zane felt a shock throughout his body, like he had just chomped down on a piece of metal. The shadow's teeth could not bite down on the Saint's shadow.

'So I can't feed on the essence if there is a huge difference in our realms...'

He felt sad that he couldn't feed on such a powerful essence, but he recovered quickly and happily moved his hand towards the Saint's robe, shifting it to the side. His eyes sparkled when he saw the diary tucked on the Saint's belt. He moved his hand towards the diary like lightning and grabbed it. Pulling the diary towards him, Zane began checking the exterior of the diary.

"Haah..." He heaved a sigh of relief when he found the diary was just how he remembered and was not harmed in any way. "Haha.. Will Szal write something now?" He chuckled and opened the diary. He frowned when he saw the page mostly empty with only one word written on it.

[Run.]

He widened his eyes and backed away, but it was too late. The Saint had already moved his hand towards Zane and caught on to his right hand. Zane tried to break free, but the strength of the Saint's arm gripping onto his hand was absurd.

Zane suddenly stopped trying to break free from the grip when he felt the atmosphere in front of him change. He could hear his own heart thump and his back was drenched with cold sweat. He rose his head slowly and looked at the Saint in front of him.

Zane had felt the Saint's aura when he was sane and he felt then how powerful a Saint was. But it was nothing compared to the aura the Saint was emitting right now. Cracks started appearing on the Saint's body like veins, and underneath the crack, hot red magma flowed. His body slowly turned red, and his face turned from a monster's to that of a human's again.

A charred but muscular hand slowly emerged from the huge wound on the right side of his body. Zane could not even move an inch from the pressure, and was left staring at the Saint in dread.

When the charred hand was fully out, the closed eyes and mouth of the Saint opened wide and stared at Zane. His teeth were still sharp like that of a demon, and an extra vertical eye had appeared on his forehead. His three eyes didn't have any irises and they glowed red.

As soon as the three eyes stared at Zane, the charred hand moved and grabbed Zane's throat, choking him. Grabbing Zane into a chokehold, the Saint disappeared from the ground and appeared above, in the skies of Arcturus.

Once they were on the sky, the Saint looked at Zane with all three of his eyes and moved his mouth. But when he moved his mouth, Zane suddenly felt a familiar sensation and heard a voice in his head.

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His head started ringing and he felt like he was about to lose his consciousness. But he was actually thankful for the voice in his head this time, as he looked at the Saint in horror. He was sure if he heard what the Saint said just now, he would have died on the spot.

'A God...?' Zane stared at the Saint with fear in his eyes. He didn't know why, but he felt like the Saint was possessed by a god.

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