Chaos' Heir

Chapter 1392: Slash

It didn’t take a genius to understand the Scarlet Eyes’ battle tactic.

The second river George had split into four parts began to show features from the same creature he had killed earlier as the smoke started to disperse.

Two more of those four-armed, two-headed, faceless creatures were inside the second tide that had tried to fill George’s street. His invisible attack had killed them, but their sole presence partially confirmed his initial guess.

The Scarlet Eyes were truly using those beings with bloated backs to spread the True Chaos. They were a mindless vanguard in a suicidal attack, meaning that the opposite side had to host the leaders behind it.

Of course, the opposite side featured none other than the cloud’s main body, which had finished descending the city’s defensive wall without leaving it, expanding to create a rising pillar of smoke in the distance.

That landmark couldn’t have been clearer, so George shot through the cavity he had dug through the second river, keeping his sword on his shoulder as he rushed through the dispersing smoke around him.

Actually, George did more than rushing, or rather, his run wasn’t exactly normal. His body performed all the movements proper to that gesture, but his existence changed the action’s nature.

George’s steps made no sound as they landed on the metal street, propelling him forward. His high speed didn’t make him face any friction force, either. His figure seemed to cut through the world, as if he were no different than a sword seamlessly slashing through the air.

The sole noise George’s advance released highlighted that impression. He wasn’t running. He was whistling forward, causing a high-pitched sound that grew louder as he accumulated momentum.

That rushed advance proved part of George’s initial conjectures wrong. The faceless creatures in charge of spreading the True Chaos seemed mindless, but the whistling noise George released eventually became loud enough to cover entire city blocks, attracting their attention.

The rivers that had stretched into different streets suddenly changed direction, attracted by the whistling noise’s source. The black smoke took sharp turns around the blocks, occasionally climbing over their tall buildings, too, and even more came out from the cloud’s central body.

The black smoke in George’s path had grown thicker after he crossed his last attack’s edge, but his body had kept cutting through it on its own, creating a safe path through it by severing it.

However, waves of that debilitating energy soon appeared all around George, surrounding him. He found a new, taller tide rushing at him from ahead. Two had merged and were advancing toward him from behind, and several more were flowing from nearby intersections or cascading from buildings to converge on his location.

George had continued sharpening his mindset during his advance, eventually affecting his senses, enabling him to pierce that black smoke. He could feel the smoke-generating monsters inside those darker-than-black tides now. There were seven of those converging on his position, but his stance didn’t change.

The first river to arrive came from the top of a nearby building, accelerated by Earth’s gravity while guided by one of those bloated-backed creatures.

A tide of smoke cascaded toward George, ready to submerge him in its annihilating influence. The impact looked unavoidable. Except it never happened.

As soon as the black cascade entered the range of the silver aura around George, the smoke split open, as if it were a mere piece of paper that had landed on the sharpest item in the world.

Part of the waterfall of True Chaos disappeared, its fabric dispersing. Meanwhile, the rest of that falling river split into two parts, landing on the street and expanding over the area without ever getting close to George.

It almost seemed the black smoke was sliding over something invisible but insurmountable that protected George, saving him from being submerged by that energy.

The event didn’t only affect the black waterfall. One of those bloated-backed creatures was leading its advance. Still, the two pieces of its severed body followed the smoke behavior, sliding over that invisible, sharp barrier around George before crashing onto the street.

George didn’t stop even once during the crash. Black smoke surrounded him and invaded the street, intensifying the debilitating influence in the area, but his figure kept advancing, seemingly unaware and unbothered by that event.

Similar scenes unfolded when the other rivers reached George. Each of those waves had one monstrous creature leading it, but everything split when it entered George’s aura’s range.

The smoke began to disperse every time one of those monstrous creatures died, but there was too much of it after a while.

The world became black. True Chaos washed over the streets and pieces of the city’s blocks, growing thicker near the defensive walls, but a silver dot kept cutting through it, approaching the cloud’s main body.

Despite the senses sharpened beyond reason, the smoke became too thick for George. He lost his sense of direction but kept treading on his initial path, cutting straight through the True Chaos, knowing where it would lead.

Then, George suddenly sensed it. His perception didn’t grow any sharper, but something too massive and heavy to ignore had appeared before him, weighing over his very sense of self, trying to obliterate it.

The vicinity with such a heavy presence put George’s training to the test. Pieces of his sharp spirit finally started to disappear, adding energy to the surrounding smoke. He was being consumed by mere external influence, but his sharpness skyrocketed at that point.

George tightened his grasp on the silver sword on his shoulder while his whole figure relaxed. He slowly lowered the blade, making its sharp edge slide over his body. His white shirt remained intact, but the world didn’t when he performed a swift upward swing.

Another dark-silver light flashed but didn’t disappear this time. A bright slash cut through the thick smoke in front of George, pushing it away to clear the streets and rising into the air, eventually revealing the city’s defensive wall.

More monstrous figures became visible as the cloud’s central body opened, but George only looked for the source of the heavy aura, discovering there were three of those.

Two humanoid black aliens with long, pointy ears, completely black eyes, and a single, small horn on the left side of their foreheads hovered next to a figure sitting on a throne of smoke.

The sitting alien looked similar to the other two. Except that he had a horn on both sides of his forehead, and his eyes weren’t fully black. A white sclera stood between his eyelids, as well as red irises that fell toward George.