Vengeance of the Returner

Now, this was something he didn't expect in the least. So, it was already foreseen by his soul. To be precise Dark Nix, had the ability to foresee this and gambled in order to make a connection.

Sure, they didn't have a good relationship in the past but, this didn't mean he cannot ally with him. He was still in the dark about what happened later on. It was still the beginning stages for Dark Nix was twice weaker than his present.

He can always take care of things firstly he needed to become strong so that he can overpower Grendon as he did in the past.

"Prophesied?"

He questioned staring at Grendon with a poker face. He wasn't surprised about such things anymore. He knew existences who are at the pinnacle have the ability to manipulate the future and such a thing has always been proven.

Heredia has predicted his battle against Grendon. Her purpose of using Nix was pretty much clear.

Grendon is one hell of a mad man. He'd have gone on a rampage if things didn't take his interest. He was loyal to his brother but, he was surely not a man of intelligence. In terms of combat, he sure is an experienced fighter.

But, Nix was doubtful how he got inflicted by the mirror. Indeed that's partly because of Nova energy, but, he didn't understand why he didn't gain any abilities in fact it is true that it was synchronization yet, he was still perplexed about not gaining anything advantageous.

'Perhaps, the absorbed energy was totally used in attacking Grendon?'

He contemplated inwardly.

"Yes, a Prophecy... The bearer of Nova, who'll appear and challenge me. And it happened as prophesied." Grendon replied and rose from his place.

"I see..." 

"I will be leaving then."

Grendon said and walked towards his Sarabam.

He didn't ask where he is going or any sorts he just nodded his head as he nodded.

"Want me to drop you elsewhere?"

Grendon asked as the Sarabam began to flap its wings, slowly levitating from the floor.

"It's fine... I ought to find my comrades." Nix replied looking up.

"Haha, understandable, hope we'll meet soon," Grendon said left.

'Hah, that's it? The war is over...'

He sighed and looked at his surroundings.

The countless corpses and the injured men were carried from the area. The sky has also cleared up yet, there were a few fluffy clouds floating around. The bright yellow hue of the sun fell on the war field. It was a glorious yet, dark scene. If a person from the modern were to witness they'd dare not sleep for days and weeks. 

The corpses were unsightly. Their limbs were scattered whilst some had lost their flesh. Their blood muddled the sand. The people who were barely clinging onto their lives were killed in the name of mercy. 

Nix was quite stunned as well. He just hoped for his members to be alive. He slowly paced through the land. Countless men carried the injured and killed unrecoverable people as he walked.

"For some arbitrary beings, countless people died. This world is beyond the reach of any goodness."

Nix uttered staring at his dagger.

{" "}

There was no reply from Astaroth. Nor he didn't appear.

"Astaroth?"

He called out tapping his dagger. Still, there wasn't any reply. Slowly beads of sweat emerged on his forehead.

"Astaroth come on? Just reply man."

This time Nix called out deliberately standing in his place.

{Hah...Yes?}

"The fuck man? I thought your soul got destroyed since I used you."

{I wouldn't lie... Your usage of that so-called Nova energy shaved off my residue soul. I have to stay in slumber until you sacrifice some souls to fill my existence}

"Hah... Alright," Nix said after leaving a sigh of relief and continued walking. 

Soon, a battered man riding a Krigon appeared before him. His face was swelled up and his armor had several cracks and wounds. 

"Yo man... I'm glad you are alive." Nagendra uttered looking at Nix.

"Thanks, man... I am glad you seem to have survived as well." He replied.

"That's some big wound..."

He said pointing at Nix's shoulder.

Indeed it's a wound that'll need a long time for him to recover. He was rather fortunate to survive such a blow. He could have fainted at any given moment if it isn't for the healing potion he had as a spare in his inventory.

"Everyone's alive?"

"Yes..."

"Then let's go back."

After Nix Mounted on the back of Krigon. The duo began to race towards the remnant soldiers of the battalion he commanded.

As soon as Nix entered the circle of soldiers that were gathered up. They began to cheer him.

"I am sorry... For leaving you when you chose to fight him."

Rosalie uttered.

"It's understandable... You've helped me several times. So, it doesn't matter."

He replied with a smile.

There sure were several injured soldiers. The soldiers who were left behind also gathered up.

"Hey...So, what's next?" Cinzia asked after hugging him tightly.

"Well... let us first gather in Ranrak and join over allies."

He replied.

Soon, they marched towards Ranrak. The king's forces were halved which made it easy for the Outlaws or Regulars to capture the city.

Not that he cared. And just like he expected Ruilo Magore and Transgressors were gathered near Ranrak. Felishia seemed quite perplexed and didn't utter a word.

She didn't help Nix either when he faced Grendon. One cannot take lightly about a man such as Grendon. It was said that he possesses a strength that could even kill gods. A Mere demi god like her cannot do much. Nevertheless, she couldn't even move in his presence akin to all the others that were gathered around him.

One thing was clear to her when Nix faced him. He was an existence that cannot be taken lightly. In fact, a sense of insecurity and fear had engulfed her. She didn't know how to even begin a conversation.

"Felishia... I am glad you are okay."

He said with a smile.

She had forgotten that this young man before had never really cared about hierarchy. He was a simple man who respected people. Simply a man of humbleness.

"Me too..."

She said with a slightly complex expression. Her face showed distress. Nix knew why her face was down as well. 

There were several dead bodies gathered near the members. 

"Vikil, Rafila...And several others have died."

She said and looked at Cinzia whose eyes were already welled up with tears. The reality that hits after the war was quite cruel. This was so, disrupted.

***

One month later,

Lying on his bed with two women laid in his arm, he woke up after a yawn. He carefully retracted his arm, just to make sure he doesn't wake them up.

"Woke up already huh?"

Rosalie said squinting her eyes.

"Yes..." He replied drowsily.

And walked out of his room after wearing his pants.

"Your shirt."

Rosalie said drowsily and threw at him.

"Thanks."

He replied and threw it on his shoulder and continued walking.

He hadn't forgotten anything that has happened to this point. Vikil and a few of Ruilo Magore died along with his few clan members. Losing vikil was certainly the biggest loss for him. The only Prodigy who was able to create complex formulas and made an explosive similar to an atom bomb. He cannot do anything now so, he just stopped brooding over the loss.

He already has his hands full.

The Monsters have become more ferocious that they had begun to intrude into the lands where humans dwell. 

The war has disrupted the balance in monsters. Several of those were killed during the war and as an opposite reaction, the number of monsters has increased. To be much clear they have begun to wander and occupy lands.

Thievery, murders, and other criminal have exponentially increased. The ruling of the Royal dynasties has come to an end. Even the kid king was dethroned. It has been rumored that he had fled from the continent and some rumors say that he committed suicide regardless, the sole royalty of Choas mainland has ceased from existing.

Rebecca was disheartened hearing the news but, there wasn't anything she could have done. Felishia has once again left his side in search of finding traces of remaining relics of the Seven sins.

The two demigods were nowhere to be found. The Nightmare had ascended to the Ether world. It was quite a peaceful time. Even Nix's wounds have been pretty much fully healed up.

Apart from all these, his mind was occupied by the prophecy. He was still wounded. Can he fight two demigods. There isn't anything to back him up like the last time.

The hollow which was created in between Dracton and Ferandel was the location where the pillar was supposed to arise. It seems he borrowed a small portion of energy when it was released. Meaning it wasn't even the true or full power. 

This has given him a slight perception of the power and potential, his soul holds. It can be even possible to fight against the gods if he ever gets the chance to grasp the nova.

He entered the cafeteria and brewed a coffee for himself. It was too early in the morning that none have woken up.

"This might just be the beginning of the storm that's about to come." He uttered Sipping his coffee.

{Indeed, you have a long way to go my boy.} Said Astaroth floating beside him as they peered through the window of the cafeteria.