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Chapter 6: Clain Family's Special Spell - Emotional Turbulence: Hate

Oliver screamed and black energy, materializing into black flames, began to erupt from his back, forming something similar to wings. A vantablack-colored sword began to appear right in his chest, in front and behind, which, when fully formed, literally pierced through Clain's body, but the pierced man himself did not pay attention to it. Without hesitation, he grabbed the sword by the hilt and pulled it out of his chest, spilling a lot of his blood in the process. The hole in the torso was instantly regenerated – bones, flesh, muscles and skin covered it immediately.

Sean looked at this transformation with an ever-growing smile smile. Shabby, on the other hand, even if she wanted to do anything, she could not – the raw pressure of the energy released by Oliver during this transformation was suppressing her, to the point of her not being able to move a finger. The visitors, even if they wanted to get up and run away, could not do this – if the horned girl took enormous effort just to stand, then ordinary drunken extras were pressed to the floor by this energy, and someone was literally crashed to death, as if by a hydraulic press.

–What... what is going on here?! That enormous power comes from your Turbulence?!

But Oliver didn't answer Shabby's question. Silently, without expressing any emotion on his face, Oliver raised his sword above his head, leaving a quickly disappearing trail of black energy in the air. Sean spread his arms to the sides, as if preparing to take that attack with open arms. Clain rushed from his previous location, pushing off the floor with his feet so hard that the wooden floor and the bar counter next to where he was standing shattered to pieces. But at the same moment, when he instantly appeared in front of Sean and began to lower his sword, his former friend disappeared. But Oliver did not stop and, leaving a black trail in the air behind the blade, cut the air. Whether it was energy or pure kinetic force from the swing, the walls and roof in the direction of the slash shattered into many small pieces and scattered throughout the city.

Immediately, Oliver, without turning around, swung his sword to his right, from bottom to top. He must have clearly felt that Sean was standing right there. A wave of black energy erupted from the blade and flew at speed, hundreds of thousands times faster than sound, straight at the surgeon. However, he stopped time again, now without any breath-ins, and moved. The wave continued its path, cutting through the walls of many houses in its path until it dissipated.

–Tsk-tsk. You shouldn't destroy others' property like this, – Sean said, and then instantly moved again to avoid another wave launched by Oliver. – Although, I don't think you can even hear me in this state of mind... Come on, spray your hatred! All that excess that you release with every attack or even movement... I need it all!

Once again he avoided the energy wave. At this point, there was little to nothing left out of bar, or, rather, out of entire city block it was located in. The panic began in the city, with locals running around in attempts to save their lives. "Did anyone die" is not even a question anymore. Correct question would be "how many have died already".

Sean was now directly behind Shabby and had his hand on her shoulder. The horned girl, only now coming to its senses after a minute without moving, shuddered and waved her hand behind, but Oliver's timelord "friend" was nowhere to be seen. What's even worse is that another deadly wave of Hate energy was already flying towards her, or more precisely at Sean, who just a millisecond ago was behind her. Shabby barely had time to cover herself with her hands, but this was not enough – the hand that took the blow flew away from the body at the point of impact, and the second one, which was behind her, although it stopped the main blow, was clearly broken. At the same time, the girl herself was thrown so far that it was akin to O. Clain's space program.

The traitor was nowhere to be seen, but Oliver felt that he was somewhere nearby. He clearly felt another clot of Hate. Lowering his sword and holding it only with his right hand, Clain walked outside, towards where he could feel Sean. Although, "outside" is a strange word, given there were no longer any traces of walls or roof. Pieces of the stone building, mixed with the blood of the bar's patrons and people in the area, either lay nearby or were scattered across different parts of the city. As soon as Oliver stepped onto the pile of rubble that used to be walls, he saw an entire army of city guards – a couple hundred armored men filling the streets. Or rather, what is left of the streets.