?Within just a few days, Kyle's words spread like wildfire, and a lot of individuals came together to form teams. It didn't matter what race they belonged to because survival was everyone's priority.
At first, there were conflicts over sharing resources, but when faced with a common threat, they put aside their disputes and united to fight back.
The initial panic and chaos caused by the Dark race started to subside. Moreover, the ones who had lost friends or suffered at the hands of the winged creatures were even brave enough to go after the lone individuals from the dark race.
Despite everyone's initial doubts, many decided to follow Kyle's words and started heading towards the east, because whenever anyone heard that the words were spoken by a 'silver-haired' youth. They could not help but remember the silver-haired youth who caused a big commotion in front of the realm gate.
In the end, they realized they had no other choice but to trust the silver-haired youth who spread the word. After all, the supposed person was rumored to be the strongest because he had a legendary fire phoenix by his side.
Unaware of the big uproar he caused, Kyle was busy searching for Emion and the group of individuals from the dark race who were after the divine essence. However, even after a few days, he was not able to find them. In the end, he secretly followed behind one of the winged men and found their base.
Kyle's eyes narrowed as he cautiously peeked through the branches of the huge tree he was sitting on.
A wide structure surrounded by many towering walls reflected in his eyes. He did not see any fortress around the uneven buildings built inside the structure but the walls were strangely adorned with hundreds of dark symbols. A few winged men were flying in and out of the structure.
"Hmm, I found this place quite easily but should I enter or not?"
The air around the base was thick with an eerie energy as if the very atmosphere was tainted by the wickedness that resides there. Kyle breathed out and jumped down from the tree to slowly land on the ground.
His eyes turned cold when he heard an agonizing cry in the distance. The voice unmistakably belonged to a female. Instantly, he looked up but narrowed his eyes because the person who was dragging the female was not a man but a woman. However, a familiar pair of dark wings and horns adorned her figure.
''So, they don't lack women in their race."
Kyle closed his eyes to calm his troubled thoughts. He couldn't possibly reveal himself in front of so many enemies. With caution, he inched closer to the towering walls and traced one of the strange symbols.
'Is this an Array?'
'I don't really want to test it out.'
He shook his head and used instant teleportation to directly teleport to the other side of the walls. A curse slipped out from his mouth because he appeared just mere inches away from a sharp blade protruding out from the ground.
Kyle wiped his forehead and slowly grabbed the tip of the blade and moved it away from his face. He looked around, many similar blades were fixed in front of the walls, probably to kill those who dared to jump inside the structure.
He gazed at the many buildings and slowly started moving. The space around him was quiet except for a few individuals of the dark race flying in the air. Maybe because almost everyone was out to harm the ones who entered the realm.
The moment, Kyle stepped in another direction, a winged man walked out from one of the buildings. The man's hands were bloodied as he wiped them with a cloth and tossed it away with a click of his tongue.
"Tsk..tsk he died already? I thought I could send him to the execution chamber to get some reward but too weak."
He spat out and spread his wings to fly but a cold hand grabbed his mouth from behind and dragged him toward a corner. Kyle eyed the struggling man in his grip. He was not strong, barely (B+)-Rank.
"Don't make noise or else I am going to slit your throat."
The moment Kyle's words fell, a painful sensation spread across the man's neck. Shivers ran down the man's spine and he immediately ceased his struggle, because he could feel the sharp edge of the weapon pressing against his neck.
Slowly, Kyle lowered his hand from his mouth.
"What is the 'execution chamber' and where is it?"
The man trembled as the blade pressed further into his throat. He cried out.
"It's.. the place where we kill.. the outsiders. It's in the.. center of the base..."
However, before he could finish his words Kyle swiftly slashed his throat. Blood dripped down Kyle's sword as he coldly glanced at the lifeless body lying on the ground.
"Execution chamber. Huh? What an ominous name."
With a blink, he vanished from his spot, heading straight toward the center of the base. Another person from the dark race appeared in front of him. However, he quietly silenced the man and ran toward the center of the base.
"Why am I having a bad feeling about this?"
Meanwhile, in the center of the dark race base. A large platform engraved with black symbols was built. Dozens of people from the dark race were gathered in front of the platform as they watched with glee when the many captured outsiders were dragged to the platform. A few muffled cries rang out when one of the winged men mercilessly pushed them onto the platform.
Opposite the platform, a chair was floating mid-air. Sitting atop the chair was none other than Emion. He chuckled when one of the captured youths glared at him with bloody eyes.
Emion raised his hand to hush the excited crowd. He stared back at the youth. The blue-haired boy was truly handsome. Still, what a pity he was a man.
"I praise your confidence. You are the first person who attacked me out of nowhere. I would have probably suffered a lot of injuries if you were stronger."
He laughed out when the anger in the youth's eyes increased. On the platform, from behind the angry youth, a disheveled golden-haired boy whispers slowly.
"Alec please calm down. Or else we are probably going to die today."
