The drunken person Dorian was after look at him weirdly and said "Go find somewher-"

Dorian hand grasped the back of his head and he smashed it with his augmented arm into the table of the bar breaking it and causing a sudden wave of hostility in the bar

DORIAN POV

"Let me refresh your memory perhaps" as soon as I said that I grabbed the recruiters body on top of my head and threw him on a group of men who stood from their table surely not to have a chat with me. Everyone in the bar stood up and they all gazed at me with their weapons drawn out ready to fight, as if they can stop me I let my self go loose and unleashed mayhem

Without a moment to even blink my sword was in my hand and I pierced it right through the chest of the man that was coming head on to attack me, before anyone else took a step I released a wave of 'energy' putting pressure on all those weak willed a few went unconscious and the rest of the bar froze while I slashed my sword out of the man's body. The people taking a moment to re adjust another one passed like a shadow from beside me and struck me at my side in inhumane speed I hit the wall of the bar, "Damn your gonna regret this" I let myself go and in one fluid motion I dashed the distance of five meters while swinging my sword right at that man who struck me..

I didn't hit him

He dodged

I threw my sword like a spear right at him, it swung past him and hit the wall I dashed forward so fast he couldn't react and I began unleashing a torrent of 'energy' augmented punches right in his abdomen and solar plexus so vigorously, I stopped and grasped his head smashed it into the ground it cracked and he was probably dead. I looked back at the rest of the people and before I picked who to attack next they ran away and existed the bar. I stood their for a moment still frustrated about it all...

How dare they underestimate me or my power

Why did they end their lives so early

I emptied my emotions into the already dead corpse of the man who attacked me.

I kept punching him through his armor I felt is bones breaking, organs getting squished inside his body, and in my last punch I aimed it right at his head...

I broke his skull

Blood oozed out of his eyes and the back of his head

Finally after my rampage I calmed down

It must have taken longer than it seemed The Recruiter isnt here anymore when I looked at the bar... a cracked wall, destroyed floor, two dead bodies... "Sorry for the damages" I told the bartender who seemed to be the owner, but I couldn't care less

I un plugged my sword from the wall and sheathed it back put my hood on and got outside looking for the recruiter I began sensing his 'energy'

At a certain level of mastery over energy the person can unlock supernatural abilities based on what he or she are naturally inclined to, and at even a higher level of mastery you can sense someone's emotion just if you focus right. You can distinguish between different emotions this skill isn't available to all even if someone has complete control over 'energy' they might not still be able to attain this skill.

At this moment I'm thankful to have it, I began trying to sense fear, anxiety, and any emotion someone might feel at the situation The Recruiter is in.. "Found you" I spoke aloud to myself

And as if a invisible force is guiding and pulling me I began following his trail of fear he was not far meaning I didn't rampage for long. Finally I can get some real answers after a year of crap...

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His trail lead me into a isolated alley way in the town

Perfect for what is about to happen

I signaled 'energy' around me and a smirk appeared on my face

One small step at a time, I knew he was hiding behind that wall

"Come on out now..."

"Have you remembered me yet?"

Each small step I relased more 'energy' to intimidate him and soon it felt like we were in a different realm from how much 'energy' I was letting out

"Come on recruiter... I wont hurt you"

"I just... have some questions for you"

"No need to hide, we wont resolve to violent means... I mean unless your not helping out my cause out here"

A fumbeled moan came out from behind the wall, after it a man on his knees on the ground struggling to remain stable appeared infront me, as if he's begging for me to stop

I even released more 'energy' to almost near cripple him to the ground...

I reached down put my hand on his neck, lifted him up and smashed him into the wall at the end of the alley...

I controlled back my 'energy' outputs and stopped radiating my intent focusing on the person in front of me The Recruiter powerless on the ground against the wall, helpless, weak

"Remember me now?" I asked him gazing right through him

"Ye- Yes I DO.. I do yes" The recruiter responded to me hesitantly in fear "I remember now-.. yo- your Dorian yes.." I crouched down to meet him at eye level "You you were one of them th.. the mercenary group back then a year ago, your the only one who survived the battle" he paused for a moment "People called you the survivor... of Devils Strait battle.. but I thought they were rumors.. until now"

"Well I'm here real, existing, living, breathing the same air as you..." I exhaled reliving some of the stress on my face "Listen you have one chance to tell me everything, what happened after the battle with the Blackwoods and what they are doing now" I told The Recruiter almost reaffirming him in some way I didn't mean to

"Yes I will... well after the gruesome battle Thronvale took a big hit and almost looked like they are on the loosing side, many supporting houses and families were hesitant whether to continue on or not with the Thornes, after that battle they stayed on the defensive and surprisingly regained their hand on the battle around eight months after the battle so not very far from now they just started equalizing.." he took a pause again "as for the Blackwoods" I tensed as he finally reached the good part "they left the war five months ago under the excuse they are exhausted logistically and spent too much capital supporting the loosing side but from sources I'm not sure if its true or not... that they got access to some sort of treasure I'm not sure of..."

"Treasure?" I asked

"Some people say this was staged because some old treasure was discovered, it would give whoever gets it capital and influence"

"So the Blackwoods played along in that war and sacrificed many lives just for this treasure?"

He nodded in response

What kind of treasure would make someone risk his entire money and soldiers on... that doesn't make any sense but it clears what I fought for in the past... It was all a setup...maybe?

"Where are the Blackwoods residing right now?" I asked him

"I- I-.. They ar- " he struggled as he gasped for air to breathe on as if he is internally screaming in agony

What the hell is going on? Its obvious he isn't faking it.. I can feel the 'energy' turbulence

What kind of sorcery is this?