Chapter 755 More Enemies
"Very well, Lady Farah. I'll take this burden upon myself. But you should stop persecuting the Dark Arts Practitioners from now on... I don't like the meaningless war that your church is directing towards the Darkness Path." Kyle suddenly said.
"You want me to stop the war against them?" Lady Farah repeated, not expecting such a request. She thought Kyle didn't care about the Darkness Path at all.
After all, she knew the method of the Vermont Academy. They wouldn't mind killing a lot of innocent people just to obtain students. Furthermore, they would also take the shadows of their students to ensure that they would be loyal to the Darkness Path.
She knew that Kyle was aware of this really well, especially after he was targeted by Evanescent Vessels.
"Yes... Even if some organizations or people were using the Dark Arts to commit evil acts, it doesn't mean that all the Dark Arts Practitioners are evil or that the Path itself is evil. If I'm going to select an evil path, that would probably be the Psychic Arts, which target the minds of other people."
Kyle replied after noticing Lady Farah's expression.
This made the latter pause for a moment to consider his words.
Then, with a solemn nod, Lady Farah agreed.
"You're right about that. But you still didn't know the whole story about this war against the Dark Arts Practitioner. However, that's not important right now. I need your cooperation, so I will agree, Shadow Immortal."
Lady Farah then placed her hands on her chest and continued.
"You have my vow, Kyle Marshall. We will only defend ourselves if the Dark Arts Practitioners attacked us first. For now, the Holy City shall remain a sanctuary... Even if you send Dark Arts Practitioners here, they will not be harmed."
As the pact was sealed, Kyle stood up, his form beginning to fade into the shadows.
"Then I shall begin. The Demon Lord will find that even in the darkest corners of this Realm, he is not beyond reach."
And with that, Kyle Marshall, the Shadow Immortal, vanished from the coffee shop, leaving Lady Farah to her solitary vigil.
She sat there, seemingly at a loss. However, her mind was already weaving the threads of fate that would guide her followers through the coming storm.
***
In the bustling town that lay just beyond the Holy City's protective embrace, a figure materialized, his presence as unassuming as the gentle breeze that swept through the streets.
This was Kyle, the Shadow Immortal, now donning the visage of a middle-aged man. His hair, peppered with gray, was cut to a modest length, and his attire—a simple tunic and trousers—blended seamlessly with the townsfolk's garb. His eyes, once piercing, now held a softness that invited no scrutiny, a stark contrast to the calculating gaze that lay beneath.
Kyle's arrival in this town was no mere coincidence. He was actually planning to visit the place where Sage Merlin was currently at.
Well, Sage Merlin was being chased by a few Demon Generals right now, and he was planning to rescue the poor old man. Then, supposedly, he would chase the Demon Lord.
To be honest, his hate for this woman had long faded after he had become an Immortal and had become busy getting stronger to prepare for the Invasion. After all, he was already on a level that she could never reach... There was simply no fun for him killing an ant. In his perspective, she wasn't even at the level of a half-immortal, so it would be difficult to feel a sense of satisfaction defeating her.
Although she was strong, she still needed to summon a strong being from another realm to at least get a very small chance of hurting him.
'Well, it would still be satisfying if I make her mine...' Kyle thought as he decided that it was time to get revenge on this woman just for the sake of his old self and those others whom she killed during the recruitment...
Those others were the first corpses that he had also extracted, so he was still quite thankful to them, although he had no idea who they were.
Even if Lesley was simply ordered by the Academy's officials, she didn't even show any signs of compassion by explaining to him what happened!
"Alright..."
Kyle followed them discreetly, weaving through the crowd with the ease of a specter.
Lesley and Gareth seemed to be on a mission, their steps purposeful as they navigated the town's winding streets. They paused occasionally to confer with each other, their conversation hushed and urgent.
The town was actually unharmed by the Invasion as they were probably a very small target, and the Demons couldn't be bothered.
Anyway, it still displayed a busy life; its market square was still filled with people, and the workers were coming and going.
Merchants hawked their wares with boisterous calls, children darted between stalls in games of chase, and the scent of fresh bread and spices filled the air.
Yet, amidst this ordinary scene, the extraordinary lingered just beneath the surface.
Kyle suddenly felt something off with these two.
As he trailed the pair, his instincts were triggered. As a Shadow Immortal with incredible senses, he noticed an anomaly in their behavior.
'They're not here for leisure,' Kyle thought, his suspicion growing with each step they took. It was then that he noticed the subtle signs—a glance here, a gesture there—Lesley and Gareth were signaling someone, or something, hidden from plain sight.
It was a fragment of conversation, carried on the wind, that first drew his attention—a mention of "the Wrathful One's decree" that caused his ears to prick up...
'Wrathful One?' He repeated in his mind.
Because Lesley and Gareth had traces of Divinity around them, he was being too careful. However, it seemed that he had to take the risk.
He edged closer, using his abilities to remain undetected, as the cloaked figures spoke in hushed, reverent tones. "The Sin of Wrath has commanded..." one of them murmured, "that we expand our influence during this invasion, to prepare for the arrival of the other Sins."
Another voice, laced with fervor, responded, "The Seven Sins shall rise, and Wrath will lead the vanguard. Our enemies will cower before our might."
The words were like pieces of a puzzle falling into place for Kyle.