A large tunnel through a series of mountains was what separated the Dark Faction from the Demonic Faction. It was the easiest route to get from one side to the other unless someone wanted to travel through the rough terrain.
At the moment, in the Dark Faction at the end of one of those tunnels, a large-scale fight was taking place.
The sound of clashing swords, techniques, and the smell of blood filled the air, as several people were fighting with everything they had.
Bargo, the vice head of the Moon Shield Clan, was at the center of it all. Swinging his sword, he deflected an attack from the enemy, and then stabbed him right through the chest.
With the sword through the body, Bargo charged forward with a roaring scream before he punched the boy with a fist full of Qi, sending the body flying off his sword and crashing into another group of attackers.
"This situation isn't good at all," Bargo said as he took a look around. They were few in number defending the place.
They had a number of around twenty, while the enemy was at least fifty in number.
Not only that, but those who were defending were nearly all wanderers. Some of them had even run off not wishing to risk their lives as soon as they saw the attack occur.
Others stayed, having taken the gold, they were honoring their duty. However, it didn't matter so much.
Because they were a group of wanderers rather than a clan, it was difficult for them to work together. While the Demonic Faction members attacking weren't really working together, they were wild in their attacks and quite strong compared to the wanderers.
"I need to help them!" Bargo said, moving forward. As he took two steps, a curved blade came right for his face.
Bargo lifted his sword in time, fending off the attack but waves of large Qi were occurring. Bargo looked at his attacker, whose face was covered in scars and had white bandages wrapped around his head.
Immediately from the single confrontation, he could tell this person was a cut above the rest.
"Is it you, are you the one in charge of this attack? Which clan are you from, the Lost Clan, the Behemoth Clan?" Bargo asked.
"Oh, a person who can stop my attack and isn't afraid to talk." The man said, licking his lips. "You must be the person who made the Lethal Bite Clan fall. It seems there has been a lot of civil distrust among your group lately.
"But you fool, if you think I was acting on behalf of any of those clans then you would be dead wrong!"
The man pulled his large curved weapon away and charged forward, delivering a strong diagonal slash. The ground tore up as Bargo was pushed against the ground.
"I am Slicer! The head of the Flesh Clan! And taking over and increasing the territory of the Demonic Faction will put our name as a clan not to be messed with!" Slicer exclaimed.
This was one of the worries that Bargo had, which was why he had stayed to help Harbour with matters. Although maybe the big clans that controlled the Demonic Faction were smart enough not to act, the same couldn't be said for the smaller clans. Slicer was from a smaller clan, a person trying to prove themselves. Seeing this as an easy opportunity.
They weren't thinking of the consequences or how the Dark Faction would react. Either way, with the state they were in at the moment, it was quite likely that they would all perish if this continued on.
After getting the news from Harbour, Raze and the others were already heading to the location of where the trouble was coming from.
They had decided to take somewhat of an alternative route as they had entered a large building with stained glass windows.
Raze remembered this place well since it was one of the first areas he had come to when he had first entered the city.
"Wait, what are we going to do?" Charlotte asked, rushing in front of them. "We need to think about this, remember we are part of Alter, we are not part of this clan or any faction."
"If we keep involving ourselves in this clan mess, we're going to make enemies of everyone. The Dark Faction, the Demonic Faction, Crimson Crane, the wanderers."
"If too many people are on our back, Alter might just abandon us, or worse decide it's better for them to try and get rid of us!"
Charlotte felt somewhat guilty because they were the cause of all the mess that had occurred, but now they were getting in too deep, and Anna seemed like she was just going with the flow.
She was the current leader while Himmy was away so she needed to think for the rest of the group.
"She's right," Harbour said. "I didn't inform you guys of what was happening because I expected you to help, it was so you could leave this city."
"I already told you before, I gave you my life, and you saved my life. You have already granted my wish, saving this city that is already doomed is not part of my wish."
Harbour said, but he was frustrated. He knew if no one stopped these people, a lot of the citizens that he looked after in the city would perish.
"You thought I was doing this for you?" Raze stated. "You have to understand, ultimately I do things for my own purpose, if there is no benefit in it for me, or it puts me in a worse situation, I would never act."
Right there and then, Raze started to draw something on the ground, Charlotte realized what it was, it was a magic circle, but when reading it she had a raised eyebrow.
This wasn't magic cast for combat, this was simple magic that was used by merchants, factories, and so on, why would Raze be doing something like this.
"You're right, I made a mistake before, now we don't know who is after the Lux Sword, but I have a plan. With what I'm going to do, we can get those people who want the sword to come after me, and stop the attack of the Demonic Faction."
Casting his magic, the magic circle underneath his feet started to light up. From the bottom, a change started to occur to his blazer.
It changed in front of their eyes as it went from black with a white trim, turning into different shades of yellow. The main focus of the color looked a lot like those from the Rylon Religion.
After that, Raze lifted his hand and the iron mask was put on his face along with his black hair, and he then extended out his hand and the Lux Sword was with him once again.
"I've realized being in this world of Pagna, that the warriors like to make legends. Legends are what draws people, and as a tactic to make them stay away.
"So today, let's make a new legend, of the Sun warrior." Raze said, letting the Lux Sword glow.
