While they were still a distance away from crashing to the ground, Darlean proceeded to conjure a strong blast of wind to raise themselves back to the skies and help his pet regain its flight capability as it kicks off the ground to launch itself up again. With his quick thinking skills, Darlean made his Qaztuur fly over the villagers' head to blow them with the flaps of its wings and prevent them from throwing their spears at the two. Thanks to that the bird were then able to reclaim an even higher altitude than previously in the sky, away from the looming threats of their projectile weapons.
By this point the only one who can effectively hurt Darlean is perhaps Zahndis himself with his super strength and supersonic scream, yet the man knows that this is not the battlefield he should be in, as he has a more important fight waiting for him in the depths of the forest. As if it's flying on top of a war torn area littered with corpses, they both then circled the sky around the village as is the nature with the carrion-eating Qaztuurs, except the brat definitely commanded his pet to do it to send the message that they are standing on their own grave. Every moment this young leader makes is so intentional and calculated that it's almost scary, although for the man it's mostly just infuriating.
"I admit that was a big one to reveal, but I think you all know me enough to guess I still have more tricks up my sleeve, and you would be right. But what you must know the most is which ground you should stand on now, then consider where you would ideally be. The return of our days of glory is near, but it's never too late to join us, I will always offer an open hand and welcome all of you to my family. Even if this endless cycle of violence persisted until only one of each of us are left, I would never give up on any of you. So please, open your eyes to the truth!" Preached Darlean as he raised both his hands and staff up to the air, his pet Qaztuur squawking as if in response to its master's spirit.
"That maddened spawn of an Abomination. He never change, doesn't he? It's like he only hikes up the mountains of madness and without ever bothering to look back. At that pace the brat might just reach the Seven False Heights soon!" Qizel spewed with an edge to her voice that accompanied the amused smirk on her face, matched by how her eyes glare daggers at Darlean and the strength of her grip on her machete. It's like she's itching to kill him.
"Qizel, can I trust you and Lezroz to take care of things here? We can't afford to divide our forces anymore, but more than that we can't afford to waste more time and possibly let that Alterealist escape. Now that it came to this, I am forced to hunt him alone. So I trust you can handle them without me here."
"Oh, don't worry, Zahndis. You can always depend on us. Sure, we have never faced one to this level of severity before, yet it's not like we have never encountered similar crises in the past. This is what we were born, raised, and trained by you for, to become great warriors who could cleanse the world of the sins of our ancestors. We got this, believe me. So give your all in your hunt with no distractions."
"I suppose you are right, I might even be worried over nothing. I should know the most how far your people have come. So I shall depart with the outmost focus, then return to celebrate both of our victories."
Zahndis bit farewell briefly, sparing no time to turn facing the burning forest and leaping towards it with his Metarealism boosted leg muscles, advancing him by a great distance with just a single leap. If he were to make another one, he would have entered the forest in a matter of seconds, but alas Darlean who noticed his action decided to stop him from doing so. Gigantic black feathers as sharp as steel blades then rained down from the sky to block his path, which he could dodge easily in his transformed state.
"Now, now, Prealtor. Where do you intend on going? Our welcoming ceremony have just started, it would be quite improper of you to leave in the middle of it. Why am I the one reminding you of this? I thought we were supposed to be the uncultured savages here." Taunted the young man as his mocking laugh echoed through the area.
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Isekai Alterealist: The Boy Shaped by Reality
FantasíaDiantara Surgabumi was a peace loving boy born and grown in a remote village in the mountains, but that all changed when he got shoved into the chaos of another world by a mysterious figure who kidnapped him, forcing him to live as an Alterealist -p...
