Guardian's Redemption

Chapter Eighteen

How long has it been? The being asking itself as it stood in front of a pile of wood and dirt. It was staring up at a large puddle that had consumed the shattered home. The sun was hot, beating down upon the desert like terrain. There had been a powerful force here only a few days ago that had wiped out the home and the repulsive dungeon below.

Water out in the middle of the desert like this was completely out of place. The mana that had spawned it keeping the water molecules together, fading. The sun was determined to expire the liquid element into the earth.

The being looking more like a shadow in the middle of the sun shining desert. Those deep green eyes watching every aspect of movement that was transpiring in its vision. Time seem to have almost been slipping by. Months, no, maybe it has been a year or more.

That black hood was pushed back to reveal a head completely wrapped in a black cloth, only the green eyes of death revealing the deadly man behind the mask. His cloak open revealing those wicked unnatural scimitars hanging in their scabbards on his left while an assault rifle gun on the right side of his black jeans. He had been prepared for anything on this hunt and yet the prey continued to elude him.

The being went toward the shattered home. Those eyes taking in every aspect and detail to find what had happened here. It found the trap door open on the broken porch, water dripping slowly down into the dark hole. The being jumped down landing on the balls of its feet like a feather landing on a pillow.

There were bodies everywhere below in the dark. Its nostrils taking in the stench of death and decay. This smell having been here for years. Not a living soul stood out here. Not a light shone to give the being a path and yet it still maneuvered through the chamber with ease, even if the bodies littered the floor. It found a hidden door that was locked from the other side. There was no spot for a lock pick, so the being gave up and slowly moving out back the path it came.

Its prey had come across this place. The bodies upstairs most likely cannibals that had kept a food storage beneath them. The missing and cauterized wound and limbs on the dead giving the assassin this thought. The only explanation was that the prey had killed everyone for an attempt on its own life or rather the other being that it had with it.

It had been a couple of years now tracking the lone criminal until the trail proved that the prey was no longer alone. With a hurried pace it was moving north west.

The world in the distance shook from the power of a Naturalists as the assassin was climbing out of the tomb. Miles away and here the assassin stood. It was as if fate had brought the wolf a scent of its prey. Those green eyes narrowing in the distant direction of the powerful blast of power. The assassin using its own mana to dare and touch the outside effect of that radiant power felt the familiar touch of a Lord.

The creature snarling in disgust at the Lord of the Fire district. A woman so ill-tempered that the assassin had thought it beneficial to execute the woman, but then who would fork up the payment for such a kill. The assassin loved the old quote "if you're good at something, never do it for free", and he was good at killing. There was also the fact that she was quite gorgeous and the assassin had a bit of thing for beautiful women, well most men did.

The scene around him no longer mattered, a simple drop in the memory that would be pushed back into his bank of thoughts. The wind was starting to pickup, whispering into his ear. It gave him the information he needed. In battle with the Lord was his victim, yet there were also two others that seem to be barely stable far in the distance. A weak woman and a man that the assassin immediately recognized.

Scar, third in command of the Fire district's force, lay on the edge of death. A man that the assassin felt disgusted at. For someone as known as Scar, the third in command had gone ahead and joined a group of assassin's that were in direct competition of the dark cloaked figure. The Dark Covenant.

The members of the Dark Covenant were nothing more than a group of wanna be killers trying to get names, in the assassin's opinion. On a couple of occasions, they had sought out their competition, offering a position for this killer. On refusal the Dark Covenant had sent out three of its members that were nothing more than headless corpses when the assassin was done.

Another blast of mana. The prey.

This was finally turning out to be the end of the line. There was excitement in the assassin's blood. "Calm", the being told itself out loud. Rushing into a battle between two powerful beings may prove fatal. The criminal was not meant to be taken lightly and with a Lord of the Sanctum here that would complicate things. The assassin must keep a slight distance but with the victim in view.

Pulling the hood of its cloak back over its head, the assassin began the chase once again. "The Hunter has become the prey."