Chapter 250 Reappearance of Mark

"Die!"

Just as the man with the ax ran toward the eerie thick black smoke.

A thin black needle shoots out of the smoke.

Huh!

The man gasped for air and halted on his track with wide eyes.

He gasped for air, falling on his knee. A crack appeared on his face and quickly spread throughout his body.

Thud!

He fell flat to the ground and withered at an extreme speed visible to the naked eye.

Rapidly, the man was left with nothing but a pile of bones.

With the pile of bones remaining, black smoke wriggled out of his bones, making an ominous cry before flying toward the smoke.

All this happened in under five seconds. Therefore, the remaining survival still escaping were still expecting the man to hold on for a couple of minutes, historical

Unfortunately, their prayer was not answered.

In a heart-pounding race for their lives, Marco and five others fled through a desolate and ominous landscape.

Behind them, the eerie black smoke churned and billowed, an ominous manifestation of the malevolence pursuing them.

The smoke seemed to have a life of its own, closing in on them with relentless speed.

Their lungs burned with each breath as they pushed themselves to the limit, their eyes wide with terror as they dared not look back.

In addition, the ground beneath their feet trembled with each step, as if the very earth itself trembled in fear of the encroaching darkness.

In the midst of their frenzied escape, Marco and the five others were suddenly confronted by five ominous weapons of death.

Eerie black scythes materialized from the darkness.

Time seemed to slow as the realization of their impending doom washed over them.

There was no escape from these malevolent weapons and the realization left them paralyzed with terror.

With chilling precision, the black scythes swung through the air, seeking their marks.

One by one, the five companions were caught in the deadly trajectory of the scythes.

Their bodies were sliced into pieces with terrifying ease, their agonizing cries silenced by the swift and merciless blows.

In the blink of an eye, their once vibrant and full-of-life bodies turned into lifeless skeletons, scattered upon the ground like discarded remnants.

The black smoke feeds on their essence, absorbing their energy and leaving behind an eerie silence that hangs heavy in the air.

Marco's heart pounded in his chest, his breaths ragged and shallow.

Fear clawed at him, threatening to consume him entirely.

Yet, he could not afford to falter; his life still hung in the balance.

With renewed desperation, he tore his gaze from the grim scene behind him and focused on the path ahead.

He pushed his body beyond its limits, the adrenaline surging through his veins like a torrential river.

As Marco sprinted through the dense forest, desperation etched into every fiber of his being, the eerie darkness descended like a suffocating shroud, enveloping him and leaving no room for escape.

Panic surged through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized he was trapped, caught in the clutches of the malevolent force that had been relentlessly pursuing him.

'If I had known this was the type of danger the Goddess was talking about, I wouldn't have dared question her authority.' He cried in heart, regret gnashing on his very soul.

'What type of power is this?' He couldn't help but wonder.

'This power can't be from a beast or human!'

'This must be the power from the gods!'

Facing death, many various conflicted thoughts run through his mind.

On the brink of despair, just when it seemed there was no hope left, the ominous darkness vanished as abruptly as it had appeared.

Marco's wide eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the sudden change, and that's when he saw him – a man standing before him, an otherworldly figure bathed in an ethereal glow.

The man bore bat-like wings on his back, their leathery membranes stretching out like an ominous embrace.

Two twisted horns adorned his head, and eerie smoke seemed to seep from his very being, shrouding him in an aura of malevolence.

This was Mark – the fallen human.

Fear mingled with curiosity as Marco gazed at the enigmatic figure.

There was something hauntingly familiar about Mark as if he held a connection to the very shadows that had been chasing Marco through the forest.

"Who are you?" Marco's voice trembled, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the mysterious being before him.

"Do you know where she is?" He ignored and asked with a deep voice that sent deep chills down Marco's spine.

"W-Who?" He blinked his eyes with sweat dripping from the corner of his head.

"If you don't know, then there is no reason for keeping you..." He raised his hand and the ominous darkness crept out of his hand like a living life form.

Seeing this, Marco took a couple of steps back subconsciously fear gripped his heart.

"D-Don't kill me... I know which direction she went, "he said quickly.

Hmm!

He stopped his action and raised the corner of his eyebrow.

"Lead the way" He commanded.

"Yes! Yes!" He responded quickly with his voice laced with happiness.

In this cruel world, betrayal was the least of humanity's dark side.

Therefore, Marco didn't see anything wrong with him betraying Eira after she had saved him countless times in the past.

'As long as I can keep my life... I can do anything.' he muttered deep in his heart.

'Eira, you can't blame me...'

With that, Marco leads Mark the fallen in the direction of Eira and her group.

....

After a couple of hours, Justin arrived at the edge of the once vibrant forest, now reduced to a desolate landscape of destruction.

His eyes scanned the barren terrain, and a slight frown creased his face, mirroring the devastation that lay before him.

There was no sign of life – no chirping of birds, no rustling of leaves, and no gentle sway of branches.

The forest, once teeming with flora and fauna, now lay in ruin, a stark contrast to the beauty it had once held.

With each step he took, the weight of the scene settled deeper in his heart.

He had come to this place with a sense of urgency, and the sight before him only intensified his concern.

"I hope I'm not too late," Justin whispered to himself, a sense of determination taking root amidst the devastation.

He knew that every second counted, and the lives of the carrier of light depended on it.