The storm came, blasting the town with its blinding lighting and shocking thunder showing the mortals below its unbounded might.

Its heavy rain fell among the houses, not sparing even the incomplete and lonely mansion where a group of prisoners rest.

When the lightning streaked in the lightless night it lit up the surroundings of the big house there shadows of people carrying their weapons encircling the place.

As soon as the thunder followed they took another step, closing in towards the house.

Unlucky for them the storm came all of a sudden and they couldn't use their arrows or their destructive flame spells. It was different from their plans but they don't have any other choice as the group might already have seeds of doubt taking roots in their hearts and before it could blossom into suspicions they needed to remove it fast.

They were bandits so they are cautious bunch, bandits don't survive long if they are not meticulous enough but their numbers gave them courage like how pack of beast could fight an monster, confidence that stems from numbers not their own power and the greed that seemed inherent as bandits made them want to hunt the group that has smaller number than them.

The beasts was already started fantasizing their prey's meat and salivating at it.

In the middle of stormy night blood will be washed away by the rain, screams would be drowned by the thunder, and all of it where hidden in the darkness created by those murky clouds.

Step by step they neared the house, the few magicians prepared their magic spells mostly water or wind magic, their shining magic circle created tiny lights in this dreadful night.

All what's left to do is for the one leading the attack to lower his hand and all of them would charge towards the house.

Slowly the man's raised hands lowered but before it reached enough height to be considered the signal a bright blinding light came from the sky as a bolt of lightning suddenly fall at the assailants head.

In a blink of an eye burnt bodies fell in the front of the house it was then followed by deafening thunders.

But before the bandits from the other sides could take their hearing back they we're plunged towards the sky by a tornado that appeared after a big magic circle tearing them pieces by pieces until their colors mixed with the wind.

Meanwhile at the other side they were being pummeled by the fist of the goliath, it was both fast and strong resulting in menacing strikes that blew their minds literally those who we're lucky was those head were soft while those with harder ones writhed in pain before closing their eyes if they have one.

But compared to the sides the one at the back of the house seemed lackluster yet seemed more entertaining and harrowing as the bandits face contorted into different wonderful expression of fear while being slowly dragged down the ground where they will meet their ends, their shouts of surrender was glossed over by the thunders.

A place supposed to be their trap became their grave.

In this dark stormy night only occasional lightning would illuminate how the incomplete mansion swallowed down batches of shadows seemingly aiding it into its completion.

The rain then washed away what's little evidence of what happened next, it was as if all of that was just a dream yet the glistening weapon tells you that its not.

…

Lance took his gazed away when he saw the forest of lightning descend followed by a series of deafening thunderclaps.

“They started let's go.” Lance said under his hood.

“Roger!”

Their voices might have been drowned by the sound of nature yet Ezekiel still shouted like he was trying to fight it before blending in the shadow of the night.

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The gates that leads mayor's house then flew away as Lance and Heretic let themselves inside the garden without an invitation.

Due to the storm their action didn't cause any commotion but just as they about to get closer to the door of the mansion magic circles suddenly appeared surrounding them followed by bombardment of different kind of spells which was mostly fire, in this weather it was useless the only somewhat effective were the spikes that suddenly appeared at their feet making them jump back, then the Heretic summoned a shield made of golden light blocking the other spells that are impervious to the rain.

Lance unsheathed the sword hidden in his robe before running pass Heretic.

He was about to reach the door but it suddenly opened as a man in leather armor went out to checked why the traps activated but after taking a step outside what greeted him was a blade of Lance's sword.

When the second man at the back saw his colleague's head had been set free by a blade he was momentarily shocked but his instincts made him draw his sword.

Clang!

The sound of clashing of steels echoed inside the quiet mansion it came from the door where a sudden bright light made the second person staggered into taking a step back due to the brief blindness and confusion which resulted in his end yet he didn't saw how he died but he could guess from the cold thing that pierced his chest.

Lance then charged towards the incoming ball of fire, he faced it using the second goon's body that Lance's dragged with him.

The warm blood splattered to his arm when he pulled his sword back from the man's body, he then held the collar of the man's clothe with his left hand before hurling it towards another goon that is standing on top of the stairs before he could cast another spell.

The corpse that became a weapon flew straight towards the third goon throwing him towards the wall on top of the stairs and before he could even slide down or fall Lance who suddenly burst in speed arrived in front of him, Lance then used his sword to perfectly nail a painting of the struggling man in the desolate wall.

The man tried to say his last words before dying but Lance did not even cared for it he slashed the body taking out his sword from his chest it made the man's body to not be fully cut by half, a person who cares about symmetry might want to slice him off.

Lance shook off the blood from his sword as climbed the stairs on the right which will lead him towards the boss room.

…

Meanwhile outside a film of gold colored dome covered the mansion making everyone trapped in the place, those who were lacking courage and noticed that something was wrong hurriedly jumped down from the windows only to be greeted by a barrier.

They attacked the amiable Heretic together but their number was less than ten and none of them was magician, so after couple of bashing from the light golden mace they all returned to the lord's embrace

Heretic who transformed from his paladin mode back to the priestly one clasped his hands and seriously prayed for their unrested soul.

“May the Lord bless your poor souls so that you will be welcomed to his kingdom.”

…

Inside the mansion Lance was just about to reach and open the door when he suddenly jumped away from it.

Bang!

A fist obliterated the door into splinters as a man that fits Ezekiel's description of the leader of the bandits made his appearance, two of his wrist has something worn in it the most notable was the glowing bronze bracer on his right and the left wore a bangle made of something that look like a dried blackened skin it gave off a harrowing aura.

“Who are you!?” The man roared, it was as loud as thunder.

But Lance did not answer instead he held the sword in his right hand tightly, it then suddenly brightened before he slashed it horizontally the bright sword then emitted a slash of light that traveled before the boss could blink his eyes.

The light bloomed in the spot, when Lance saw that he was unscathed despite not being able to blocked his slash he was not surprised instead he glanced at the black bangle in his left wrist which became unnoticeably thinner.

Lanced then changed his grip and held the handle of his sword with both hands before striking the floor with the tip of its blade.

“World of Light.”

Then from the floor where his sword was pointing a light yellow magic circle spread which then transformed the whole hallway into what Lance had just said, a world of light.

The boss was forced to closed his eyes again just as he was about to opened it due to the brightness brought by Lance's spell then he heard the cold voice of his enemy once more.

“Gather.....Fire.”

Something suddenly hit the boss sending him flying back in the room he just exited from he only stopped due to the wooden desk catching his back.

“Fire.”

The cold voice rang again and the bangle became much thinner noticeably that the boss felt that it will most likely only help him survive one more attack, fear then started gripping hid heart.

“Fire.”

The desk that was barely holding after his back was finally destroyed and he was sent flying to the wall fitting with it.

“Surren—!”

“Fire.”

When Lance's voice sounded for the last time the boss died his eyes was closed but instead of darkness he could only see light, in death the only thing he will remember was that:

It was too bright.

The condensed light shoot straight to the head of the boss it then passed through the wall flying straight to the sky, in the dark night even something the size of a finger would stood out if its bright, the laser made of light then shot through the stormy cloud like it was poking it and through that finger sized hole a little bit of moonlight shone.

The former captain of the royal knights of Mayden Empire, feared and revered by many, now on a mission all could say was impossible, Lance Bright blew the smoke coming out of his fingertip.

“Done.”