Remnants of a soul Vol. 1 Series Discontinued/Up for adoption PM _Chrisco_

First Impressions?

SoC's POV: 

I stood, poised for battle, my coil blade in my right hand and my left-hand clenched. The foes before me seemed to be dark creatures of the Abyss,  they had the form of large wolves with bone coloured pieces of armour spread randomly around their bodies and masks covering their faces, only red eyes visible. While the Abyss wasn't my forte, it seemed I was going to have to slay these little pests.

The first wolf to move was surprisingly fast, considering its size, but who was I to judge a targets speed by its size? I moved and, in the blink of an eye, sliced the creature of the abyss in two. Strangely, it turned to dust and yet, it provided me with no souls. I paid this no heed and turned to the remaining beasts.

I noticed how they were all bunched up and decided to swap out my weapons. In a large swing from my chest and a *CLANG* my weapon changed into spear form. I pulled it to my side and put on foot back. WIth a large wind up I ran forward and spun around. I seemed like a whirlwind (A/N: BEYBLADEEEEE) of fire and cinders as I spun through the group of black beasts. 

I stopped and the wind around me blasted outwards. Turning around, I admired my handiwork. Almost all of the beasts were now disintegrating, and still, I received no souls. perhaps they are soulless? I thought. Whilst I was distracted with this thought, a wolf that seemed slightly larger and more armoured swung its claw at me. 

I swiftly jumped back from the attacker. In another transformation of my weapon, I once again held my straight sword. I stepped forward and stabbed through the beast's heart, its armour incapable of stopping the incredible strength behind the thrust. I turned from the stream of water and began walking away from the bodies of the creatures from the abyss. 

No one's POV: 

High in the tower of a certain academy, a man sat back in his chair, sipping an endless cup of coffee. He had just recently witnessed a teenaged boy slaughter a large group of Beowolves through his camera. To say he was shocked how easily this boy had dispatched the creatures was... correct. 

But, the boy had made the dispatching of humanity's greatest enemy seem like child's play. To top off the strangeness of how easily he did, was the fact that he was wearing warped and charred armour and a sword that changed into a spear instead of a gun? How did that work anyway? It seemed like it did it through fire. Perhaps his semblance? no, for some reason, that didn't seem grand enough for the boy's figure. 

Even though he seemed only about 17 he had a massive stature, and he looked like someone who demanded respect, even though the camera feed. This was slightly worrying though. The man didn't know much and immediately began speculating, his last thought escaped his mouth in a hushed, almost fearful tone, "what if he's with her?"

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A/N: sorry for the really short chapter, I'll try and make the next one longer. I just thought this felt like a really good place for it to end off and for the next chapter to start, BYEee.