*GASP*
Silas let out a loud gasp as he dropped to his knees.
He could see his shadow creeping down his arms and legs and returning to the ground.
For some reason, it felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Everything was still hazy, but his vision was slowly returning to him.
His hands were on his throat, and after a while, he let out another gasp and felt like he could breathe again.
He could feel something on his back, retracting back into his body, but by the time he looked around, there was nothing there.
‘What the hell just happened…’ Silas thought as a weird feeling crept up his spine again.
He quickly scanned his body to see if he had all his body parts attached to his body, but to his surprise, he was completely fine…
It wasn’t just that.
His body felt different.
His hands were a little bigger, but not by too much. No, that was the case with the rest of his body too.
‘Did I get… Bigger?’ Silas thought before creating an ice mirror in front of him.
However, that’s when he saw another surprise.
All of his clothes were… Normal? Not a single rip or tear. Hell, the clothes weren’t even the ones he wore before his fight with the assassins.
They looked a little more modern…
He was wearing a long coat made out of leather. It had no runes on it, but for some reason, Silas could tell that it was extremely tough and wouldn’t rip easily.
Under that, he seemed to be wearing a formal shirt underneath his long coat, as well as a normal pair of black pants.
However, despite all that, what shook him more was the fact that his hair hadn’t remained the same.
It was black again. No… One could argue that it was a little blacker than before. It was also a little longer, reaching down to his eyes compared to before where it would only reach down to his eyebrows.
His sides seemed to be cut even though he hadn’t cut them in over two months, and even then, the haircut was modern, unlike the ones his parents made him have.
“Holy shit… How long has it been… where am I? Where the hell-” Silas’ words died in his throat the moment he turned the ice mirror back to the water.
Behind it, he could see the man that had killed him before… Or almost killed him.
That man was laying on the ground as blood pooled under him. His face was frozen into the last expression he ever made. It was one filled with horror. Filled with absolute terror.
“No…” Silas took a step back.
“Fuck no…”
The man’s body was beyond mutilated, and he seemed to have been alive until the very last moment of that mutilating when a hole had been drilled through his head.
His gust and organs could be seen all around his corpse, some of them having been thrown several meters away, while others seemed like they were simply spilling out of the hole in his body.
He was scared.
And this time, he was scared of himself.
“No no no no no no no no no no.” Silas turns around. He didn’t know where he was going to run, but he just wanted to get away from the corpse.
After all, he couldn’t run from himself.
Yet, the moment he turned around, he froze again…
Because the scene before him was one straight out of his nightmares.
The misty forest… Well, if people could even call it that anymore.
Not only was it not misty anymore, but Silas wasn’t sure if it could even qualify as a forest.
Trees could be seen all around, collapsed or destroyed.
The body of beasts and monsters seemed to have been destroyed without discrimination, and in the very middle of this devastation, Silas could see a mistwalker looking at him and shivering in fear.
“What the hell did I do…” Silas muttered under his breath.
He had hoped that it wouldn’t happen in this world.
He hoped that maybe, just maybe, that part of him was dead.
“Shit… Okay… Okay… Silas, breathe. Just breathe. I have to think. I have to make sure no one saw me. Did anyone see me? If they did, are they all dead… They wouldn’t have survived this, right? There’s no way they would survive this, right?” Silas asked himself while rubbing his temples.
There were so many things wrong with the current situation.
He should have taken precautions before this. It was stupid to think that it wouldn’t have happened again. He now had magic and bloodlines. He was a lot more dangerous than he ever was on Earth, excluding the atomic bombs he owned.
[You have awakened a cursed blessing]
[Deathlock]
[Deathlock: Ensures your enemies can never escape you. If your enemy attempts to escape, they are cursed with the “Deathlock” curse that allows you to know their position at all times. This curse is not applied to those you deem allies and those you give mercy to.
If you choose to run away from a battle, you will be cursed as well, halving the strength of all your bloodlines, abilities, mana, etc.]
‘Shit… Okay. That doesn’t matter right now.’ Silas sighed, but suddenly felt something.
It was hard to explain. It was as if his head had been hit with a hammer, but when the feeling of pain finally disappeared, he felt like he knew the location of all the people who had run away from his battle with the dead mana on the ground.
‘Some of them are too far away… I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep for, but it’s at the very least 2 days.’ Silas thought before looking at the mistwalker in the distance.
‘I have to make it think I’m still a threat… I’m currently in my peak condition… Hell, I actually feel a little strong. When I created that ice mirror, my spell casting was definitely faster that it would normally be.’ He quickly clenched and unclenched his hand before-
*Fwoohm*
Silas released the full extent of his killing intent, but now that it was out, he could tell that it was a lot stronger than it was before.
‘Now… I need a plan.’
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