“What are you guys looking at?”
“The private dock of the Strand family was brutalized; we’re trying to look at the aftermath.”
A voice closer to the ‘action’ sounded.
“Are you sure you want to? It’s quite gruesome. Dozens upon dozens of dead bodies, split into hundreds of pieces. Arms, legs, heads, you name it, spread throughout the entire area. I don’t know what kind of grudge the perpetrators have against the Strand family, but it runs deep. There was only one survivor, the head of the branch, Calvin. However, although he is fine physically, the mental trauma he has suffered has left him no better than any common vegetable. It’s quite unfortunate. I have known him for decades already. I know of his personality and mental fortitude. Whatever he was forced to experience must have been something so sinister that even the most holy of minds would turn depraved from witnessing. Now, all he keeps muttering is ‘make it stop’ and counting to a higher number every minute or so. He started at 786, and now he is at 843. We don’t know what it means, but his mind is fading more and more the higher the number goes.”
“How depraved does a person have to be to do this?”
“That is not for us to know, but it was done in the name of revenge. On the inside of the gate, written in blood are the runes symbolizing revenge and justice. How this can be justice remains a mystery.”
“I feel so sorry for them. I think it is best we don’t attempt to get a better view. I still need piece of mind in my life.”
Blood is all that can sate the drought of revenge. That is what Samuel thought upon arriving in Stargate Port. He quickly found out that the ‘honorable’ Calvin was the one who leaked his information, and as such he decided to torment him for an eternity, an technique he quickly thought up based on the Withering Wave. Every minute, his mind would experience 100,000 times the passage of time. But it was not a normal passage of time, it was an excruciating one. Caught in the memories of Samuel dismembering his friends and coworkers, repeatedly, as well as he experiences the pain they felt as they died, time passed way slower. Realistically, one can say the enhancement might even have reached 1,000,000 times. This would continue until Calvin lost all emotions, and with nothing tying down his soul, it would detach from the mind to protect itself, allowing him to finally rest.
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People might call this cruel, and it was, but Samuel found it appropriate. He had to suffer the pain of three months amplified by 10,000, then Calvin had to suffer at least ten times what he did. The time sphere is a good energy boost, yet it is an enhancement of the passage of time for the mind. The mind is attached to the body, and the pain would be transmitted continuously to his mind as he was developing his Portal skill. As for the others, their deaths might look painful, but in all reality, they weren’t. He erased their minds before ‘torturing’ them in front of Calvin. Another reason he did this was to prove to the Strand family and consequently the Runemaster Guild that he was not someone to be trifled with.
Now standing on top of an enormous tower, Samuel removed the new blindfold he had just made, and opened his eyes. Instantly, space around him froze and the area he looked at disappeared within a singularity, akin to a black hole. His eyes continued to improve at a rapid rate, with its ability now able to cause damage superior to before. The rune on the right temple of his soul was no longer as dim. Instead, it was glowing with a bright silver glow, with a few specs of gold inside.
The building targeted by Samuels otherworldly attack soon disappeared in its entirety. Nothing, no person, item or even energy was left in the area where it once stood. Another stronghold of the Black Lotus gone, never to return. Three level eight true cultivation stage cultivators, five level seven and countless more below, perished within mere instants. And this was only the beginning. Samuel closed his eyes and vanished into a covert spatial tear that appeared underneath his feat. When he reappeared, his eyes opened once again, and the same scene played out. Over and over this scene took place, only after every single stronghold, other than the headquarters, was erased from existence, did he stop.
However, unlike the last time he used his eyes similarly to this, he was completely fine. No headache, no pain in his eyes, barely any drain on his qi. He felt great. He felt free. Ridding the ‘world’ of those that wronged him and countless others was a very addicting feeling. Samuel didn’t allow himself to grow complacent though. He still had one last place he needed to attack.
The headquarters had more than seven peak level true cultivation stage experts and many, many more at lower levels. It’s also protected by impressive formations and weaponry, not at all comparable to the strongholds. Meaning it won’t be as simple as opening his eyes to annihilate it. He would need to plan, he would need to be covert, he would need to be careful. Then, and only then would this end in his favor.
“The northwest area has the lowest number of patrols, seemingly because that is where certain powerhouses reside, but they’re not many in numbers and also lacking in strength. I’ll enter through a special tear there, disabling all of them, before proceeding to sneak into the center, where the true battle will take place!”