Chapter 38: Epoch

The sun had set in the west and dusk transformed into nightfall.

It was time. Time to hunt zombies and hone my skills.

The moon shined brightly and its gaze fell over me, I didn't feel anything special, I had one goal and that was executing as many zombies I could.

If my speculations are right then the eradication of the zombies is going well and almost over so I need to use this time as much I can.

Closing my eyes I spread out my spiritual sense, hoping to find any life energy.

After a few minutes, I finally found life energy.

Expanding my spiritual sense I tried to lock the energy beyond, I would never rush into battle recklessly, it was a habit of mine to be cautious of the environment during combat or even an ambush.

Hmm...

Everything seems fine.

As soon as I got ready to depart as everything seemed normal, something struck my spiritual radar.

-But, this time it was different...

The life energy was depleting at an astonishing rate!

Also, the anomaly was that the life energy was too immense, not something that one should have in the Lower World.

I couldn't help but frown, although the zombies were a priority, I had to check this out.

~Elsewhere~

"Ha... ha.. ha.. ha...."

A woman panted as she was getting surrounded by zombies.

Her body was top class, her hair was as white as snow and her eye was a luminescent pink color. Her waist although small and her chest was average-sized.

Leaving all that aside, she had an air of charisma around her, her eyes glowed in the darkness of the light as she continuously hunted the zombies down.

However.

One eye of hers was glowing in a rather luminescent pink and the glowing eye was golden in color.

Heterochromia.

A feature which was extremely rare in the Celestial and the Godly Realm.

Those born with heterochromia have the ability to access heaven and hell at the same time, the ability to judge any weakness and strike it.

Hence they are also called Ghost Eyes.

And in the entire of the Celestial and Godly plain, the only beings who have the ghost eyes are witches.

Whoever has Ghost Eyes, is a witch.

Even if born in an angel race of a demon or a shapeshifter.

The person will have no features similar to the race they are born from, eg: If born in an Angel Race, they will have no wings or any similarities.

A Witch is an altogether different race.

Their number is very scarce and only women can be witches.

And even in witches, those who have heterochromia are extremely scarce.

Those who have these legendary Ghost Eyes are the 'Cardinal Esthers.' Moreover, in total there are only nine Cardinal Esthers, there have never been more than nine in history for a while now.

And one of these Esthers was currently in the Lower Word.

Why?

"Tsk!"

The woman clicked her tongue as she extracted her daggers and empowered them with magic and kept on killing all the zombies one by one.

"Too many... no time..." She grumbled.

Raising her hands in the sky, a bright flame started to coil around her hand, however, the color of the flame was not normal instead it was deep purple in color.

[The Wretched Flames.]

One of the most horrifying flames ever since the beginning of everything.

Her figure started to float in the air, she raised her head high as if looking at insects.

The flames burned only brighter and brighter, there was no heat flowing out from the flames, it was like as if it was entrapped within the flames.

Now instead of her raised hand, there was only her index finger which was holding the flame as it continued growing into a mini sun.

"May the wrath of the Gods pierce through your very souls, burning them, crippling them, erasing them."

Her golden eyes burned with a blaze as she released a battle cry.
"Retribution!!!"

*SWOOSHHHH!!!!*

All the air in the atmosphere got sucked, a star was born, a star not of hope, a star not of salvation but rather... A Star of Destruction.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!*

Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

All shall burn!!!

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die

All shall suffer!!!

Suffer!!

Suffer!

Suffer!!!!

"This is your retribution."

All the debris blew away, the zombies cried in pain, their wails were the only sound in the still night, the entire land was razed to the ground, and nothing remained.

The entire area was flat! Everything in the area was razed.

Buildings, Restaurants, Mansions, Houses.

The city was a Ghost City and many had already left excluding the Enforcer Department hence fortunately not many people had died.

Yes, along with Zombies even innocents had died.

Regardless, it was normal.

They were fools to not flee, they should have escaped long when the Zombies Apocalypse had started.

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Innocents die whenever there is war.

The Apocalypse was a war in a way.

Killing, Murder, is normal.

As long as the souls are not obliterated it is all fine.

In that way, even ascension marks a person guilty since to ascend to God-Hood one needs soul.

God doesn't ascend alone, he ascends along with the Soul, using them as a source of power.

In this wretched world, there was no time for naivety.

No kindness.

In a world of Demons, Gods, and Entities, only the strong can survive.

If you die, it is because you are weak.

If you win it is either because you are strong or you have luck.

Since Luck is an important factor within itself.

The sky cleared up as the stars continued shining without a shred of guilt, the moon also kept its gaze on the falling figure of the witch.

Amid everything, an enchanting figure was falling.

Under the watch of the glistening figure, a seeming deity from the heavens caught the unconscious woman in his arms as he floated downwards.

The silver-haired man quickly entered his domain and laid the girl down on his lap, as he released a sigh composed of cold breath.

He rested against the tree behind him as he got lost in his own thoughts while looking at the night scenery of his domain.

His domain was quiet, he sighed with relief.

There were no stars nor was there a moon, only a starless night sky.

The Stars can see, and the Moon can see. They are alive, they are spies of the word. Everything is alive, the world itself.

The walls can hear, the wind can talk and the skies, stalk.

Rael was safe from any outside view.

He looked at the sleeping figure of the girl in his lap and closed his eyes, trying to figure out her condition.

His eyes widened as he examined her more!!

Her wounds were beyond what he had expected, she was too damaged, to the point of breaking.

Just how much had she endured??

Rael didn't believe that he could heal her, maybe if it was his teacher, the Moon Goddess.

She would be able to heal her.

At most what Rael could do was provide her relief by using Moonlight Acupuncture Techniques.

Yes, not the fingering ones.

He immediately sat straight as he let the energy of Heaven and Earth, flow in his body, his fingertips had become like as if needles.

Rael closed his eyes as he accumulated his spiritual energy in small points of his fingers, it was not in excess nor was it in lack.

It was the perfect amount.

His control over was it more than amazing, it was enchanting, like as if an elegant display of art.

He slowly brushed his finger on her forehead as he quickly pricked her meridians as fast as he could.

First, he had to stop all flow of mana.

After blocking all the meridians, he sighed a relief, it was quite hard to do this, his spiritual energy was not in excess nor was he at his peak.

This just reminded him that he had to get stronger, stronger than his last self, strong to the point that he could destroy worlds by just looking at them.

Rael also realized something crucial, something ominous and too mysterious.

Something sinister was at work.

The world was changing.

It was heading in a direction he didn't know.

The gears of the world which were at a stop for a long time had started spinning once more.

The workings of the ultimate truth had already started to take shape.

Destruction, salvation, darkness.

The End.

The Ultimate Wrath.

New Heroes, Villains, and Avengers would be born.

A new era had undeniably begun.

Everything Ends.

And Endings give birth to Beginnings.

Every person had been given a role in a script but the fate of the script was not yet decided nor was there a possible fate.

Endless possibilities.

Endless outcomes.

Endless results.

Endless consequences.

Endless effects.

The world was changing.

Rael too had been given a role in the script.

Actually, it is ironic.

In the midst of everything was Rael.

Since he is the main character of the script.

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