A sealed iron door bursts open. External damage dispels surrounding enchantments and scrolls.
*BOOOM!!*
I glance inside and furrow my brow. It's another stranger.
"Tch..."
I'm already reaching the bottom, this is the last cell on the chamber's wall.
"Kill those who resist!"
*BOOOM!!!*
*BAMMM!!*
"Arghh!!"
"Die!"
Above me screams the disastrous battle between security personnel and captives I released. The prisoners are doing a decent job holding back those knights.
I jump down the cell to the floor. One last cell remains rooted deep beneath the chamber. A small hole with iron bars lies in the middle of the ground.
I run to it and finally find my father chained in the small room beyond the bars.
!!
But...why is his cell in such a solitary position?
"Stop."
A voice rumbles in my ears. Loud and clear. The disturbance from above vanishes as a barrier of mana appears. A sense of chill runs down my spine.
A silhouette reveals his presence in the shadows, a bald old man wearing a blue coat and pants, his uniform adorned with priceless gems and gold lining.
!!!!
What the fuck...? Why is he here?
His calm and distinct aura sets him apart from many grandmaster swordsmen, he is the Warden of The Royal Prison, Darilyus Natuilles.
The tension on the eastern frontlines between Darto and Icaris should have deployed Darilyus there!
"Are you committing Desertion?" I say.
"...What?" He raises his brow.
Shit...The future changed again?!
Darilyus draws his sword. His gaze fixated on my hilt.
"Surrender yourself," Darilyus says. I sense no killing intent.
...
According to statistics, an ordinary person can become a Master Swordsman if they dedicates their entire life to training. However, the Grandmaster realm is a different classification. One Grandmaster can decide an entire war and win against hundreds of Masters.
The requirements to be acknowledged as a grandmaster are rather vague for many reasons but every grandmaster has one thing in common. Their aura is dense enough to disrupt the mana around them.
A cerulean blue aura naturally appears from his sword, completely replacing the colour of the blade. His aura seeps out from the edge and dances in the atmosphere.
The mana in my body trembles; My instinct screams to run. I grip the handle of my sword tighter. The sound of a drumming heartbeat numbs my ears.
My sight catches his aura that spreads across the area. It's different from a Master's domain where the aura is blasted out, Darilyus has full control of his dissipated aura.
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Darilyus Natuilles
Fate: 10902
Role: Minor Character
Talents:
-Sword Tier 11
-Mana Control Tier 2
-Speed Tier 8
-Cooking Tier 2
-Alchemist Tier 2
Attributes:
-Water Tier 1
Skills:
-Unbreakable Fortitude
-Sage Insight
-Lighting Reaction
-Battle Foresight
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A Background Character's Fate
Fantasy"In war, commoners are the victims in victory or defeat." Struck by poverty amidst a long and devastating war, an ordinary mercenary dies among the countless corpses on a snowy battlefield. Yet by a stroke of luck, he regressed to his younger self...
