"Don't mention it. I told you I'd get you your justice, didn't I? You work for me, and I can't let you get hurt." Back at the office, Damon crawled to his feet as the wound on the back of his head healed automatically. "I think you've got a death wish, you old geezer." Damon had taken advantage of Kyra, but he did not think that it was his fault. If anything, Kyra was the one in the wrong. The Scarlet Leaf Faction was nowhere near as powerful as she had made them out to be, and Damon would not have been tormented to such an extent had it not been for her. His assistant rushed over. "Please calm down, Mister Damon. Paul is from the Scarlet Leaf Faction, and you'd be offending them if you messed with him. That puts us in a lot of danger." "Is the Green Leaf Faction that weak? This is Green Leaf territory, and Paul just assaulted someone here! Does Greensource Corp even care about their pride? Damon fumed as he returned to his desk. He was about to file a report to the higher-up
Wilbur was about to respond when Paul was sent flying over before crashing against the windshield of the car they were in. "Ahh! Mister Paul!" Kyra flung the door open and rushed over. Paul got off the hood of the car, stopping Kyra from helping him up as blood trickled out of his mouth. "You should leave, Kyra. This isn't the Damon you knew." Damon sneered. "None of you are leaving today." He made his way over when Wilbur got out of the car. "You sure talk a pretty big talk." Damon stopped abruptly in his tracks. "Wilbur Penn?" "Fancy running into you, Mister Damon. I can't believe I'm seeing you here," said Wilbur. Damon paused for a beat before his expression turned cold. "Well, I'll kill you too, then!" Wilbur sneered. "I guess Greensource Corp does not intend to let me go. Well, I'm more than happy to oblige." All of a sudden, a thought seemed to hit Damon as he pointed at Kyra. "Hang on. Wilbur, do you know that this woman you're protecting has tried to kill you
"Hahahaha! Swallow them whole, O' Mighty Lord of the Darkness!" "Wilbur!" Tina rushed over at the sight before her at once. A chain came out of the black ball then, wrapping itself around Tina and yanking her into the ball. "Tina!" Kyra screamed as she was sucked into the black ball as well. Yet right after that happened, the black ball let off a dull rumble before it disappeared, followed by Wilbur and the others appearing in front of Damon once more. "You!" Wilbur licked his lips. "That's some strong power of destruction. What a pity that it's all mine now!" Wilbur exploded with a spiritual aura the next second, summoning the thunder cleaver. The next second, Wilbur soared forward and swung the cleaver against Damon. The wall of black miasma appeared once more, and the cleaver's attack containing the power of destruction struck it. The wall cracked open, and the blade aura from the cleaver was absorbed fully, becoming one with the wall. Damon stared at Wilbur before l
Tina widened her eyes in shock at the sea of knights outside of the ball of light. "Is… Is this going to work?" Paul glanced at Wilbur. "It seems like the Light Warrior has found his fated match. Well then, let me help you out." The ball of light was swallowed by the black miasma, becoming smaller and smaller. Just as it was about to crack, Paul reached out and held the ball of light up with his hands. Following that, he radiated a powerful white light that made the ball of light begin to grow in size. However, the growth quickly came to a halt as the knights in the tornado began pouring in their attacks. Kyra looked at the howling knights, looking at Paul worriedly. "How much longer can we hold on for, Mister Paul?" "Don't worry. You'll be fine as long as I'm here, Kyra." Paul was a hardy man who took his responsibilities seriously. Just as the power of light in his body was about to run out, he turned to look at Wilbur kneeling on the ground and an idea came to him. It
"None of you are leaving since you're all here! Just you wait, Wilbur Penn. I'm going to make you pay tenfold!" As he spoke, the man in the black robes leaped off the gigantic snake. The snake seemed to be under the man's control, growing furious all of a sudden and opening its mouth before pouncing on Wilbur. Wilbur waved the thunder cleaver in his grasp, charging toward the snake. The cleaver struck the snake with a deafening blow, and the snake turned into a cloud of black miasma as a wild gust of wind kicked up. By the time the black miasma had disappeared, there was no sign of Damon or the man in the black robes at all. "F*ck, they got away!" Wilbur cursed. Paul said, "Thank you so much, Mister Penn. Had it not been for you, neither Kyra nor I would have been able to escape. You're a friend of ours starting from now." The thunder cleaver disappeared as Wilbur turned to look at Paul. "Thank you." Upon returning home, Paul instructed Kyra to take Tina to get some rest
"They both come from a middle dimension, so of course they know its laws and how to wield them. The Light Warrior passed this knowledge down to someone from this dimension, and it has reached me after many generations." Wilbur was rather excited at Paul's words. After all, if he learned the laws of the middle dimension, he would be able to borrow an endless amount of the power of light and the power of destruction. That way, his power would be improved to another level as well. Paul could see what Wilbur was thinking, and said, "You might have saved me, but I won't just pass down the laws of middle dimensions to you like that. You should know that the middle dimensions are relative to both the upper and lower dimensions. Also, there is a severe backlash that comes from borrowing power through the laws of dimension. I'm worried that might happen to you, and that might make you another enemy of ours on top of the Dark Lord." Paul's words disappointed Wilbur greatly, but upon second
Wilbur felt like he might not have won the battle last night if he had gone against Damon on his own and could have even lost to the guy. Despite the fact that the Light Gloves could convert the power of destruction to the power of light, the power of destruction in Damon's body was far too powerful. It was extremely difficult to completely control such an amount of power of destruction flowing in his body. Even if Wilbur had not lost to Damon, he would have suffered serious internal injuries. The thought made Wilbur heave a sigh of relief, but he also reflected on his boldness last night. Despite the fact that Wilbur had been borrowing the power of light, both the power of light and the power of destruction were interchangeable, and Wilbur had not fully learnt to control the two yet. Thus, he would suffer severe backlash from the power of destruction while he was using the power of light. It seemed like learning and mastering the similarities between the two powers was the only
Ralph could tell what Paul was thinking. "Paul, you should know how terrifying the virus is. The kid might be innocent, but if we don't kill him he's going to kill others and more innocent people will die." "We can't afford to go easy on the virus." Paul nodded, furrowing his brows all of a sudden. "Is it possible for us to co-exist with the virus? As long as he doesn't kill others, we won't kill him. Can we do that?" Ralph stared at Paul for a beat, before shaking his head. "The virus isn't the same as us. It might have been an artifact left behind from a different time, or it could be an alien from a different planet altogether. Either way, it's not the same as we are. Do you understand?" "But…" "Listen to me, Paul. The virus operates in a completely different culture than us. We share none of its values and thoughts. If we keep it around, it might see us the way robbers view a bank safe. That's terrible for all of the human race." "Alright. I know what to do." Paul was