CHAPTER 28: MINOTAUR’S RAGE

Silva was about to take the final evaluation, which would be to see him use his ability and then get him his new rank, when suddenly his phone buzzed.

He pulled it out of his pocket. It was Peter. He picked up the call.

"Hello, bro," Silva spoke.

(Silva, have you seen the news?) Peter asked. There was panic in his voice.

"No, what happened?" Silva asked.

(There was a gate break, the gate close to your sister’s school. I’m headed there now, I don’t know when I’ll reach there.) Peter said.

As Silva heard that, he lowered the phone slowly. He looked at the examiner. "I’m sorry, I have to go," he said without another word and dashed out.

He moved so fast he would put his last record of sprinting to shame. He got out, and rather than use the elevator, he found the stairs, leaping from the second floor and landing on the first.

He ran out of the building and immediately got into a taxi. He looked at the driver. "Go fast, please." The driver didn’t say anything else and floored it. He could see the panic in the young man’s eyes, so he knew that it was an emergency.

Silva told him where they were headed, and immediately the man looked back at him. "There was a gate break there, I can’t take you there," he said.

"My sister is in the academy close to the gate," Silva said, and the man understood right away.

"I’ll get you as close as possible," he said.

[....]

The Minotaur drove its fist, headed right for Ella’s stomach. A tear dropped from her eyes and fell to the ground.

As it was about to hit the ground, the glass shattered. Silva came in, arms crossed, eyes glowing. He turned, his gaze locked on the orc.

He spotted Ella in the hand of the orc, his face twisted into rage. He spun around in the air.

Whoosh. BAM!

His foot slammed into the head of the orc, a kick so powerful it sent it slamming into a wall. The orc let go of her. Silva landed and dove forward, grabbing her before she hit the ground.

"Ella! Are you alright?" he asked, scanning her body. She looked him right in the eye, tears forming. She hugged him tight, sobbing, all her calmness vanishing when he arrived.

Silva sensed the orc getting back up, so he pulled her off him. He patted her head. "Sis, take them and stay away, I’ll handle this," he said and stood up. He put on the gauntlets and faced the orc.

Ella looked at the back of her brother, and somehow he seemed bigger than usual. He turned his head and smiled at her. "I’ll handle it," he said again.

She nodded, got up on her feet, and helped Amber and the other girl. They moved away from the place, but they watched from a distance.

Silva faced the orc. He swallowed hard. This was no hobgoblin; it was several times stronger. Its destructive power wasn’t something he could keep up with.

’I’ll use Minotaur’s rage. I’m not here to hunt down orcs, I’m here to take down this orc and save my sister, that’s all,’ Silva thought.

The orc rushed toward him, attacking with a powerful swing. Silva dodged the attack. He pushed back a few steps and then activated Minotaur’s rage.

His power spiked, reaching double. The countdown started. He launched forward at the orc. It attacked with another punch, but Silva dodged, and at close range he used Claw Strike. The five purple arcs were lethal at that range, ripping through the thick skin of the orc.

Roaaaaar!

It let out a deafening roar of pain and lashed out with its other arm. Silva dodged. He waited for another opening and landed another attack, knocking the orc back.

But orcs had a high healing factor. Its wounds started healing up. If Silva was going to kill it, he would need to take the head off clean.

With that plan in mind, he lunged forward again. The orc roared, its massive frame shaking the ground as it charged. Silva’s eyes glowed with a sharp glint, his body lighter, faster, his fists clenched. He dashed forward, every step exploding with force.

The orc swung a fist the size of Silva’s torso, the air splitting with the raw power behind it. Silva ducked under, sliding low across the ground, then sprang upward with a brutal uppercut to the creature’s jaw. The impact rattled the orc’s head back, but it barely stumbled.

Silva didn’t wait. He twisted mid-air, his foot cutting across the orc’s cheek with a whip-like kick. BAM! The sound cracked out, the beast’s head jerking to the side.

The orc growled, grabbing for him, but Silva was already gone, moving faster than the eye could track. He circled, closing distance from the side, his claws glowing with that faint purple arc.

"Claw Strike!"

His arm ripped through the air, five vicious slashes tearing deep across the beast’s chest. Blood sprayed, the wounds wide and raw, but the orc staggered back only for a second before the muscles began knitting.

"Tch... it heals too fast," Silva muttered, sweat stinging his eyes. He had less than a minute.

The orc bellowed and lunged, swinging both arms like clubs. Silva blocked one with his gauntlet, the sheer force pushing him back several meters. His arms trembled from the impact, but he gritted his teeth, darted in, and smashed a fist into the beast’s ribs. The shockwave echoed.

Silva’s gaze sharpened. "I’ll end it."

He leapt, spinning mid-air, both claws igniting at once. He crashed down with a dual strike, slashing across the orc’s neck. The orc staggered, blood bursting from the cut. It howled, clutching its throat, but the wound twitched, starting to close.

"Not enough..."