Chapter 152 A Mark Of The Shadowalkers

Chapter 152 A Mark Of The Shadowalkers

Zeras looked at the dark robe in his hands, his eyes still shocked from the scene of what happened just a few seconds ago.

"He managed to escape..." Zeras said, slightly surprised.

He could feel at the last minute when he released all the energy into the figure's body, although gravely injured, a technique was activated at the last second which directly caused a spatial crack that immediately dragged the figure into it, leaving only his robes in Zera's hand.

But that wasn't the only thing he left, Zera's eyes looked at the back of his palms where a strange tattoo could be seen.

It was a circular symbol with a strange half-moon drawn within, but what was strange was the color of this moon which was pitch black like Shadow.

Normally, no one would even notice the sign but with his Eyes Of Chaos, he could still see through the marking.

"System, do you know what this is?" Zeras asked.

[Host has been marked with a tracking genetic ability infused with the symbol on his hands.

Most probably, this marking is like a group marking and anyone in the group close to the Host would be able to immediately sense it.]

"Oh, he even put a tracker on me. Tch, probably for revenge..." Zeras muttered under his breath. Judging by the circumstances, he could tell the figure left a mark on him which would enable him to get revenge, but it wasn't so simple as being a group mark.

Then he might have just been an enemy of an entire dark group.

"Nice. It has been a long time since I've ever felt this feeling of slowly crouching danger. If they want revenge, then I'll welcome it in every way possible..."

While his decision to attack the figure might have looked brash, Zeras didn't regret it as he already knew who the figure was with him using his system scan.

[Name: Riama Shadowalk]

[Race: Shadowalkers]

[Cultivation: Restricted. Early Meteor rank stage.]

With this, Zeras knew this wasn't a student of the EIA base nor an instructor, but could only be an infiltrator who restricted his cultivation base to escape the eyes of the EIA officials.

With this figure encroaching on his privacy and lying to him the EIA was well aware of their presence, he knew it was also lying so Zeras instantly went for the kill.

But it seemed he was still too slow in the end. Rather, the enemy was one with the uncountable number of Infiltrating Artifacts.

Zeras pushed the event right behind his mind, Instead focusing on getting his luggage.

He knew since they appeared before him and he refused, they would surely come after him, and doing that would be easy due to the mark they placed on him.

So he didn't need to worry. Since they would be coming, he could at least prepare for their moves.

Packing completely all his necessary items of clothing and pieces of equipment, Zeras grabbed hold of the bag as he headed towards the exit.

Taking one last look at the neatly arranged living room, he took a deep breath in as he slowly closed the door.

"Goodbye room, for now..."

He immediately locked his room door tightly before heading towards the Interdimensional Combat Department Hall.

Since he was already done, then there was no need to wait for the next day.

-- -- --

In the dark area of the second years...

The entire hall was deadly silent, except for the sound of tapping fingers on a throne's armrest.

The doer of the action was a robed figure, with an inhumane height of three meters tall , even though he was sitting while ghostly claws like that of a demon peeked from beneath those robes.

"Hmmm?" The robed figure suddenly felt an intense calling which could only be from one of its minions.

Its claws snaked into the void and with a violent tug, the figure reaped apart the space present and tore out a being from within that space which soon closed up.

The being dropped the figure to the ground and rolled down the steps, leaving splatters of dark blood on the ground.

"How was it?" The malevolent voice which sounded more like a beastly growl echoed out through the hall.

The being on the ground slowly rose to his knees. Its body was covered from up to toe with white bandages but some spots could be seen where the bandages were already torn apart with the majority of the bandages torn apart at the head area and beneath those bandaged spots were shadows steaming out of it with black blood staining the white bandages.

"I've failed you, master..." The figure said causing a growl of anger to reverberate from the figure's throat.

Chapter 152 A Mark Of The Shadowalkers

But it seemed he was still too slow in the end. Rather, the enemy was one with the uncountable number of Infiltrating Artifacts.

Zeras pushed the event right behind his mind, Instead focusing on getting his luggage.

He knew since they appeared before him and he refused, they would surely come after him, and doing that would be easy due to the mark they placed on him.

So he didn't need to worry. Since they would be coming, he could at least prepare for their moves.

Packing completely all his necessary items of clothing and pieces of equipment, Zeras grabbed hold of the bag as he headed towards the exit.

Taking one last look at the neatly arranged living room, he took a deep breath in as he slowly closed the door.

"Goodbye room, for now..."

He immediately locked his room door tightly before heading towards the Interdimensional Combat Department Hall.

Since he was already done, then there was no need to wait for the next day.

-- -- --

In the dark area of the second years...

The entire hall was deadly silent, except for the sound of tapping fingers on a throne's armrest.

The doer of the action was a robed figure, with an inhumane height of three meters tall , even though he was sitting while ghostly claws like that of a demon peeked from beneath those robes.

"Hmmm?" The robed figure suddenly felt an intense calling which could only be from one of its minions.

Its claws snaked into the void and with a violent tug, the figure reaped apart the space present and tore out a being from within that space which soon closed up.

The being dropped the figure to the ground and rolled down the steps, leaving splatters of dark blood on the ground.

"How was it?" The malevolent voice which sounded more like a beastly growl echoed out through the hall.

The being on the ground slowly rose to his knees. Its body was covered from up to toe with white bandages but some spots could be seen where the bandages were already torn apart with the majority of the bandages torn apart at the head area and beneath those bandaged spots were shadows steaming out of it with black blood staining the white bandages.

"I've failed you, master..." The figure said causing a growl of anger to reverberate from the figure's throat.

"Explain to me, just how you failed. Where you discovered by one of the instructors..." The voice growled out.

"No master. I was discovered by him even though I was hidden by the Shadow robe. It seems his perception of our shadow is much greater. Greater than I've ever known.

But that wasn't all, he immediately tried to kill me for breaking into his dorm room but while my escape should be completely guaranteed, he was able to block that by laying out a very weird shadow-like domain that completely paralyzed my movements.

"A restriction-type domain, for a young chap at the star rank stage? " The growl of the figure echoed out, but it didn't doubt the word as the minions can't lie to it.

"Yes. I had no choice but to activate the Shadow portal but before that,t I made sure to place a Shadow Mark on him. At least, we would never lose sight of him again..." The kneeling figure voiced out.

"His combat ability is greatly outstanding, able to even best those at the Early Meteor rank stage.

His sensory ability is so great he could even sense the activated Techno-gama pieces of our concealing artifact.

And now you tell me he already developed a restriction-type domain, all of this only being at the Peak Star rank stage?" The being asked with a voice that reverberated through the entire hall.

"The word "lie" exists not before you, my master..." The figure replied bowing.

"Hmmmmmm...." The being slowly stood up from his seat revealing his actual size to be at five meters, and he slowly descended ten stairs, every step shaking the entire area from the power as the entire structure they were in seemed to sway a little all just from the pressure of his steps.

Finally arrived before the figure, his right hand stretched out grabbing his neck before raising him upward.

"Remind me, what is the 1st rule of the Shadow Walkers..." The being said with a malevolent smirk on his face covered by dark steams of gases.

"The...the word... Failure...exist only for the weak..." The figure struggled to voice out as the ginormous hand strangled his neck.

"And what is the second rule of the shadow Walkers..."

"The weak... deserve... not the right to life.... Master pleas..."

The sickening sound of bones being crushed echoed out as the gigantic being squeezed the head of the figure which exploded, sending splashes of dark blood around the area.

The being slowly brought the figure to his face as he slowly dipped the figure in his mouth, amidst the sickening sound of bone-crushing.

"AHHHHH..." A voice echoed out from his voice looking like that of a person reliving on the most toastiest dishes ever.

"It seems we might have underestimated the kid as this level of talent might even be able to challenge the lowest-ranking genius of the nine families, but this time, we're well aware of it..."

"Thirdrules of the Shadowalker, either you choose to become a shadow or you forever get devoured by it..."