"Tell your cunning little queen… if she wants to parley, she can crawl her royal ass to me and beg for the privilege, when I deem my time ready for her"
Malone said with a firm voice, as he continued to express his message.
"I'll send the invitation when I feel like it. As for you meat puppets, die here, suffer, scream, I couldn't care less. I already gave you mercy once… by letting you know what to do next, leave this place, and don't worry about me."
Right after, his focus switch to back to his clothes, they were old smelling, but they will do.
"... This is much better."
Malone said, as he behold his new fit.
During the transformation process, he outgrew and ripped out of his former clothes off his form, and it was also disintegrated from the lightning.
However his new fit was much for comfortable, and fit him perfectly.
At this moment he wore a long black coat that hung from his frame, it was worn open, its fabric thick but flowing.
Underneath, a dark leather vest clung to his torso, sleeveless, snug, and reinforced along the ribs and spine with thin metal threading, just enough to hint at armor without looking like it.
His pants were skin fitted, comfortable, and practical, jet-black with faint red stitching along the seams, tucked into tall boots that rose to mid-shin.
The boots were old-fashioned buckled and steel-capped, but clean. As it was unscuffed. Like they'd never stepped in blood.
A belt crossed his waist, holding nothing but two small pouches and a strange, silver emblem shaped like a broken crown.
To his side was a well crafted claymore.
The blade itself sharp, and would cut through flesh easily.
On that note however, Vael, veins bulged with annoyance. His dear friend was gone, now this asshole had the audacity to come here, after all, they have been through just to receive him at the cathedral altar.
"You arrogant bastard!"
Her voice cracked through the silence, sharp and raw.
"Do you even care? How many died here today?"
"How many good and willing man bled just to get you here? Just so the prince could hand you his body and beg to be your vessel to save the world! And this...and this...this is how you treat us!?"
She took another step forward, her fists clenched, eyes burning, at this point she was already unsheathing her blade.
A red color long sword.
"Vael... Just calm down a minute I am su...
"No, Princess!"
Vael:s voice was ice over fire.
"He didn't just spit on the prince's sacrifice....HEEE....HEEEE outright mocked it. And worse, he insulted our Queen. The mother of a great man. A woman who gave everything to make this mission happen."
Her knuckles were white now, fists trembling at her sides, with her sword now present.
"She left half the kingdom exposed, defenseless just so we could summon this O so benevolent Wonder?"
Veins on her head, began to twitch, as wrathful aura escape her being, even Saren felt the tension, and was too afraid to act.
"But benevolent? No. He is nothing more but a spoiled godling in a stolen body."
"Now listen here, you low-level bastard, you're coming with us, honoring that body and the blood it cost, and you'll show the Queen her due, even if I have to cut off your damn limbs and drag your divine ass there myself, you will come at the queens castle with or without your consent."
Malone on the other, placing on a pair of leather gloves, did not respond.
There was absolutely no need to, rather he gave a subtle warning.
Starting off with an insulting sneer and laugh.
"Heh... Heheheh....
"What's funny, do you see a smile on my face!?"
"No, nooo...
Malone replied, clearly amused by this woman's threath.
But what he said next send fear down fear down the spines of all those who were present here.
"To your blunt attempt of a threat…I say on to you... Just try it."
His voice was quiet.
No utterly flat and indifferent.
"See how far you get before your head hits the floor... Or maybe I should cut off your limbs, and make your team mates drag what remains back to your queen."
He didn't even look at her, while saying this. He already got what he wanted from the tutorial grounds anyways.
As such he just kept walking, leaving the group behind.
"You're and nothing more than a loud, Knight. But loud doesn't mean important human woman."
At these words Malone see notification popped up infront of him a she feels new found power surge's through him.
Each level up feel like an unmatched high that was hard to explain. Like getting an unhealthy amount of dopamine in the body.
[✦ PRIDE GAUGE: Maxed | Divine Essence absorbed]
→ Level Up!
[✦ WRATH GAUGE: Maxed | Divine Essence absorbed]
→ Level 3 Achieved
[+21 Stat Points Earned]
→ FOCUS: +12 (Passive Bonus Applied)
[+6 Ability Points Gained]
→ Use AP to unlock new abilities or upgrade existing ones
On the other hand Vael watch Malone walked away.
And this was the last straw.
"Remember, you did this to yourself you ungrateful bastard."
A single breath escaped Vael's lips. That was all she gave herself.
Then she like speeding car she moved forward, her blade held firmly in her hands as she prepare to attack Malone.
She gave no warning in her quick approach.
Her rage honed by years of slaughter take over the reason in this moment.
Her boots barely touched stone before she was behind him, sword reversed, blade poised to skewer straight through his spine.
She would cripple him, and use the maiden tears to heal him later.
However Malone didn't bother to turn.
Nor did he blinked in fear, rather he sighed and said.
"Sigh... Ravager's are such a pain."
Then... In that moment, Malone activated his natrual skill.
[✦ Active Skil: Eyes of Possibility]
Time slowed.
No rather it split into many outcomes.
In a split second, Malone saw five futures fracture and collapse in his mind like broken mirrors.
Option 1: Step left. Take the hit.
Option 2: Parry wrong. Die.
Option 3: Duck low. Still grazed.
Option 4: Turn. Perfect parry.
Option 5: Don't move at all. Let it happen.
He chose four.
Malone's hand shot to the claymore on his hip, with great mastery, as his blade move as if he had countless years of experience using it.
The moment his fingers wrapped the hilt, something clicked in his bones.
Like the sword had always been there. Like his muscles remembered before he ever learned.
The Crest of Victory answered with silent triumph.
And then a clean, high note across the ruined cathedral.
Vael's blade was caught mid-thrust, parried flat with effortless grace. The force of the blow sang down Malone's arm, but he didn't flinch.
He shifted his stance like a seasoned duelist, rolling his shoulder into the motion, stepping inside her guard.
"Wha...
Her eyes widened.
He was already in her space.
A pivot.
The claymore reversed, and hilted upwards.
He struck, not with the blade, but with the guard, slamming it into her temple with precise, and humiliating control.
She staggered, stumbled, and snarled in pain all at the same time.
Malone didn't press any further than this.
He stood with the weapon relaxed at his side, as if bored of her already.
"Let that be a warning woman... Your a human I am Demi-God, do the maths will yah."