CHAPTER 72: SOMETHING DANGEROUS (2)

Alyssa’s heart skipped a beat.

She stood frozen, her eyes glued to the shadow clone standing before her. His words had her heart sinking.

Although she doesn’t know Frey Blade too well.

The fact that he’s an existence even taught to the younger generations. A figure who spread fear across the ten continents.

Someone only below a Conqueror’s level.

That was the Ungodly Reaper.

He has experienced too many chaos, lived through terrors and understands the aspects of true danger.

If someone like him considers what is about to happen as something vile and perilous.

She knew it’s the plain truth.

Alyssa clenched her fist, she gulped, swallowing her saliva "What do you want me to do?" She asked.

Frey breathed in deeply, he shook his head "For now, I don’t want you to do anything" He answered.

Alyssa’s eyebrows curled up "Huh? But why?" She asked. "Isn’t it far too dangerous?" She added.

Frey nodded with a smile "It’s indeed so, but I’m speaking based on the fact that he’s aware of your existence"

"But he doesn’t know of mine. He considers you a part of his plan, and to him, you are part of the Purples"

"He won’t expect a Blackman in the Purple Continent, and I need it to stay that way" Frey slightly tilted his head.

He faced a certain direction "I’ll only brief you a bit, to make you understand how perilous this situation is"

His lips twitched for a second "There’s a ritual being prepared, a ritual of blood and Qi"

"A summoning ritual crafted from the highest of magics. To summon forth a dread into this world" Frey explained.

Alyssa’s eyes widened in shock, her hands shivered, sweat tricked down her cheeks "An hell demon?" She asked.

Frey nodded, his arms folded "That is correct, now you understand the true dangers, the reason even I, the Ungodly Reaper is cautious"

"I’ve not reported this to the master because I do not want him to get involved" Frey paused, "Atleast not yet" He breathed in deeply.

Alyssa frowned at his words "But why?" She asked, "If the master figures this out, he will surely intervene"

"He’ll surely try to put an end to this madness, compared to the demonic variant humans"

"Demons from the netherworld known as Hell are a terror no man should ever come across"

"Even dormant hell demons are terrifying, not to talk of a noble demon" She complained but Frey smiled instead.

"I understand your worries but I need you to trust me, summoning an hell demon into this world is the most foolish decision anyone could ever make"

"Hell demons aren’t beasts, they could never be subdued or mind controlled, they are savages who kill for the fun of it"

"But they are also intelligent" Frey softly sighed, "This means whichever hell demon is being summoned"

"It has already made a deal with the summoners. We need to figure out what they’re true intentions are"

"Then we’ll make our move" Frey explained.

His words seemed to calm Alyssa a bit, her mind lingered somewhere else "What about your fellow shadow clones?" She asked.

"What are they doing now?" Frey’s smirked at that question.

"Haven’t you heard?" He shrugged, Alyssa frowned at the question, "Heard what?" She asked.

"Recently.....quite the number of Purplemen are going missing from this city"

***

Few hundred kilometers away from the city, away from the Valor Royal Academy.

A cave was hidden under a mountain’s rugged terrains, unknown to the world, undiscovered.

This is where they hid.

Darkness swept through the depths of the cave, snarls and screeches filled the air.

Engraved on the rugged walls of the cave were unknown runes and mysterious drawings, scattered across the Cage.

Sounds of approaching footsteps resounded, with large shadows cast on the runed walls.

"Agrrhh Tagragharin" A loud growl reverberated through the air, emerging from the darkness were demonic variant humans.

Trolls to be precise.

This trolls stood tall, robust in nature, with large potbellies and two long tusks, having two long horns.

With a pair of black bat wings, red skinned, their crimson eyes flickered.

With just a glance, one could tell this weren’t ordinary demonic variant humans.

And that was definitely true.

This were higher-class variant humans, one of the three strongest higher-tier species of the Troll race.

Black Winged Trolls.

They were dozens of them, each of them dragging bodies along, captured victims of their unsual huntings.

This Purplemen were unconscious, with several broken bones, with dozens of bruises scattered across their bodies.

They were unfortunate, but they were still alive.

For this reason. Whatever was happening at the moment was extremely suspicious.

Why?

Because Trolls feast on colored humans, they were known for their temperament. Infamous for eating their kills immediately after killing.

Why would such terrifying creatures bother to keep their prey alive?

Something truly was wrong.

Throwing the unconscious bodies on the ground, the Purplemen piled up together, their numbers beyond fifty.

One of the black winged trolls tilted his head, he exhaled a soft growl "Wh..where is he?" The troll questioned.

Lower-class variant humans were unable to speak the world’s language, only the higher-class had adapted to the natural order.

Even awakening their dormant abilities.

Seconds later, sounds of approaching footsteps echoed through the air, a figure emerged from the darkness.

Draped in a black hooded gown, his face hidden behind a mask but his crimson hair flickered.

The figure’s movements came to a halt, slightly tilting his head. He glanced at the pile of bodies.

Confirming they’re all alive. He nodded "Its good to see you trolls aren’t as dumb as the colored humans consider you to be"

He took a step forward, his hands behind his back He continued "But this numbers still isn’t enough to begin the ritual"

The black winged trolls quietly listened.

"The one whom I intend to summon is your Ancestor after all. So your bloods are necessary to open up the portal"

The figure explained. One of the black winged trolls stepped forward "How many do we need to start the ritual?" The troll questioned.

The mysterious figure paused for a second "Hmmm, let’s see....a total of five hundred, we only have a hundred and ten at the moment"

"We still need hundreds" He answered, the black winged troll scoffed "Shouldn’t we launch a direct attack against the city"

"There are thousands inhabiting the city after all, we could just getting the five hundred and kill the rest" the black winged troll suggested.

But the figure shrugged, he shook his head "That will be exposing our plans to them, to the head chancellor Darius Kincaid"

"That is not the will of the Lord 5th Reaper, we’ll take our time until all five hundred Purplemen have been captured"

"Then the ritual shall begin" the figure stated.

Meanwhile, beneath his shadow, a pair of blue eyes flickered. Unbeknownst to the mysterious crimson haired figure.

His shadow was the home of something else.

Something beyond his imagination.