Chapter 370 - 370- Festival 101- Raid on a Rainy Night 40

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Chaos. That was the only way to describe what went on in the next few seconds. In its primal, raw and distinctive form, it took control. Unfixed emotions sprawled out like a tube of paint, spraying unglorified horrors onto the walls in cascades of crimson. Shades of Grey cast over their expressions as they twisted in the agony of explosions and eruptions, screams and cries filling the air with an uncanny hue. Like a synchronized choir band, the chaos played, harmony and destruction taking turns in its sadistic pleasures. Students screamed, and students fought, rage, pain and confusion contorting in desperate pleas as they charged into each other. One after the other, their eyes dilated like an abyss, continuously swallowed by a whole entity. Their bodies were taken by the source, consumed with eternal gluttony while their wills were vanquished in a sinking sand. Javier stood at the door in utmost glee. His body shivering at the sight that befell him. Classmates and seniors turned against each other in a sharp curve, like a crescent Saber blade, striking at one another with precision and decisiveness. Not an ounce of caution, realization or even hesitation. Friends turned against friends, factions against factions, blood against blood as the room was filled with the intense clash that ignited like a ball of flames. Javier felt a pang in his chest as he watched the scene unfold, allies he had never known and enemies who proved to be difficult. The distinctive line between those who stood for the Cult without realizing it and those who stood against it, through and through. His gaze swept through the lobby, his gaze flickering with such intensity that it begot madness. A silver glint glowing with a mythical hue in his pupils. One after the other, he recognized them. Allies who had been hidden until now. Fate, utterly taken from them and controlled by his iron hand. His shoulders jerked, as a small chuckle escaped his lips. A mental image played in his head as his lips quivered. A chuckle escaped again and then again before it erupted into a fit of laughter. One that was drowned in the cries of combat that exuded in the space. Around him was a sight to behold, flames erupting into life and water surging from thin air. Flames shot down students, and water blasted them back; whirls of winds and sudden tremors traced the earth. Cracks of spiderwebs spread like cancer as boulders emerged, slamming against students like crushing spiders. Swords and weapons clashed, shields went up, explosions surged, and eruptions of shock waves and energy impulses convulsed. And all forms of attack had been blocked away from him, giving Javier the leeway to observe as much as he pleased. His gaze had been peeled on the scene that unfolded when a figure jumped into his peripheral. He whipped his body in the direction of an explosion of movement, his sword forming from a freckle of silver light as he swung it through the air. A crescent arc traced the edge of the blade as it stopped at the nick of the female's neck, who gasped in shock. "Ja– Javier?" Aurora said with a startled tone, her voice breaking into bits as she shivered, her eyes flickering with intensity as they met his. Fear gripped her heart with a clawed hand, grappling at what little strength that mustered within her. Javier clicked his tongue, pulled his blade away and turned around, while Aurora fell to her knees with a loud gasp, her chest rising and falling from the tension. She glanced up at Javier, her expression twisting. Confusion, expectations, fear, and perhaps hope all mixed in a palette of colours to give her distinctive features. "Sto– Stop this." She said, carefully selecting her words as she did so. Javier remained fixed to his spot, unmoved, unbothered. He seemed confined in his own world, a world that called for him, one that truly sorted the mysteries of his heart. His gaze darted about, watching as students stabbed one another, cast spells against each other and downright wrestled them to the ground. It was an utter, and chaotic sight. Filled with the intense bloodlust that began to fill the air with a scarlet hue. Blood and visceral projected into the air, and crying students with missing limbs crawled their way out of the mess while the emotionless puppets struck on with desperate attempts to get the job done. His jaw clenched and his body pulsed with intense energy. The beating of his heart began to accelerate, escalating far higher than the average man. 'Yes, yes. This is it.' He thought, his skin crawling with excitement as he stood in the mix. The air felt like a firecracker, surging nerve cells into action as his hair stood on end. With a subtle glance to his left, two other familiar figures rushed up to him. Battered and bruised, with panic evident in their gazes. They panted haphazardly, wheezing in between as their chests rose and fell. Yon Duke glanced up first, his face, a distorted mixture of blue and black, swollen bits around the corner of his temples and eyes while blood dribbled down from his lips. Gregory was a lot better in conditions, but his listlessness was evident in his eyes. Tired, confused and afraid, dancing ballet in his expression. "Where's Lucy?" Javier asked with a carefree tone as he glanced away. The scene now was more captivating than the sight of his friends who were alive and well. Aurora glanced around while Gregory and Yon stared at Javier. With a sudden click of the tongue, Yon stood straight and grabbed Javier by his collar, pulling him into the air and slamming him against the door in a swift motion. The others glanced in shock, though, none retaliated. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Javier?! We were captured! They stopped us. We would have died." Javier's gaze shifted from the scene to his friend, his dark, onyx eyes pulsating with primal energy as they stared into the depths of Yon's. It felt like souls were connecting, minds of contracting origin dwelling on a path of consciousness that made peace to both. "But you didn't." He stated. His tone, brief and low. Startling darkness exuded from it. Yon dropped him, a sigh escaping his lips as he took a step back and fell to his knees. The Chaos lingered around him, explosions and cries screeching at his brain through his ears. Uncut displeasure and plees that spooked him. He shivered. "Javier, this is wrong. This is not the way of the Cult. Turning students against each other? That is suicide, massacre. It goes against our beliefs. System users are killing system users." Javier whipped Yon a stare so deep it nearly caused the latter to split in half. His insides churned and his heart missed a beat as dread spread like ink in clear water. His arms folded as he looked around and turned to him. "We are one. Those who are with us will fight with us and those who are not with us are not of us. Just because we share the same goddess, Mayura does not make us one. They chose to follow the path of those....fools, hypocrites, The Bullshit family. They are enemies, just like the rest." His friends glanced at him in utter horror, a mixture of regret and dread laced in uncanny amounts. Unable to settle for one, they were left with none. Only a void that vegan to grow fonder as the walls of the Building shook with the deaths of their fellow students. Unable to speak, unable to give in and yet, unable to step down, the trio stood in silence. Javier scoffed as he glanced away, just when the door behind him opened with a swing and an arm stretched forward and grabbed his shoulder. In startlement, he spun like a loop, longsword surging with intent as it slashed through the air. It stopped, froze, mid-step. Just next to the arm of the man who walked out of the door. Gazes locked, expressions withheld and a single notion at hand. "You've made it, Javier, our hope." "Mister Sylvester. I see you arrived on time. Where is Katherin?" The man's gaze narrowed, his scarlet eyes glowing with a hollow shimmer as Javier pulled his arm away from him. "Don't push it, kid. She is still your master." He scoffed. "What kind of master picks another 'hope'? Where is that bitch anyways? Ruffia Jones has failed to show." "She has better plans. Stop your childish talks and come in. The explosives will set off in thirty seconds. We must leave." "Hah, leave? With whose permission?" A voice permeated through the air, one with familiarity and bearing a foreboding presence. It caused their eyes to bulge open, a sharp, electrifying shock that caused their hair to stand. Their jaws hung open while their bodies froze in motion as their eyes guarded their gazes on the source of the voice. With quivering lips, Javier smirked. "Jane Lucia." He said in a startled tone, his gaze fixed next to the door. There, a few feet away from the door and the group, with his back resting comfortably against the wall, arms folded and golden eyes shimmering, was Jane. A stigma of an ibis bird with a quill's feather on one limb glowed with a primal gold, holiness exuding from it while another glowed on the dorsum of his right hand. A golden serpent wearing a jester mask, one slit in the middle with one side dark, shimmering stars glowing and a demonic frown. The other side was white with fiery comets and an angelic smile. Its contrasting nature easily attracted their gazes, further pestering the confusion that laced their eyes as they simply stared without moving. A tense silence hung between them, adrenaline surging in their system in preparation for the unknown, while Jane remained unbothered by their conducive wariness. He sighed as he shut his eyes closed, a sudden pulse wave erupting into the air as a terrifying silence consumed the space. Chaos ceased, blood froze, movements halted, expressions unmoving and bodies stopped, hooked by time. The group widened their eyes in shock, beads of sweat forming on their forehead as precipitation took its form. Javier licked his lips, his thoughts reeling in. 'shit...what did he do? What did he do? What has he done?! Oh, for fuck sake.' Jane glanced at him at that moment, their eyes meeting at one point, sending a volt of shock down his spine as he took a step back. 'Hah....fuck.' He thought as Jane rested his head on the wall. "See, I was just wondering," Jane said with a raised brow as he glanced at the stigma that burned bright on the back of his palm. "Ever heard of the god, Loki?"

Chapter 370 - 370- Festival 101- Raid on a Rainy Night 40

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