First Light of a New Age

Chapter 114: The Dark Gathering

A/n: This will be a very long chapter with over 10,000 words. Hope you could read it all and understand every single word not to miss some important details.

Anyways, enjoy the chapter

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Darkness seeped through the cracks of the night.

It deepened, like ink spreading on paper until it consumed the entire city.

And once blackness reigned supreme... the Dark Gathering commenced in full.

The venue was a massive hall separated from the world by a powerful barrier that rendered it both invisible and impenetrable.

It had no windows, yet due to Magic, the entire place was so unnaturally cold that one's breath could nearly be seen just by breathing.

The walls and tiled floors were an oppressive black, broken only by the deep purple carpets that stretched across the room. Overhead, a neon-like chandelier bathed the hall in a hauntingly beautiful light with its gem-like glow casting sharp reflections across the eerie space.

The entire building belonged to none other than Scyllary, and since that was where the Dark Gathering was unanimously agreed to be held, all attendees had no choice but to comply.

Hence, the members of this clandestine assembly arrived.

Lord Bleue, with his lanky appearance and dark skin, walked in with his two bodyguards, the Duo of Death.

Lord Rouge, waddled in moments later, his flabby body was closely guarded by two other guards, each one a respectable member of the Mercenary Gang's most Elite Unit.

Seated before them was Lord Noir, who had apparently been the first to arrive, casually sipping tea at the round table dominating the center of the hall.

By his side stood one of the Deadly Three, as well as another most Elite guard from his own private forces.

This individual was known by many names. The Warrior of Darkness, the Obsidian Blade, The Unstoppable Object, The Immovable Force.

Ladon.

It was said that his skill in combat was unmatched, except by Fenrir, and jet-black shield was forged from a metal surpassing even adamantite, which made him nearly invulnerable.

He served as both a striker and a tank, making him the perfect offensive and defensive individual.

The perfect warrior.

Beside Lord Noir sat the grandest seat of all, which belonged to Scyllary, of course.

To its left was Fenrir, the Apex Predator and leader of the Mercenary Gang. Behind him stood a sinister woman draped in black feathers and a pointed witch hat, the Black Magician, the last surviving member of the Deadly Three.

Everyone in the room already knew what happened to Anukus the Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing representations of the Mercenary Gang's destructive legacy.

If any were to ask for the superior one, it would be difficult to answer.

The Obsidian Blade was much faster and combat adept, and his prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed the former's defenses, hence giving her an edge in their fight.

As a result, it was still a debated issue to date who was the more superior one.

However, the topic that was already settled in the minds of all was the person who could be deemed the strongest in the Mercenary Gang.