Becoming Legend

Dashing his way through the horde, a few seconds later, Ned arrived at the scene. Hearing tads of conversation.

"Although my core level—"

The scream of dying ghoul cut the wave of information coming into Ned. Only the mage with that treacherous voice he could recognize.

"What is your goal!"

Surely it was Master Will. Ned knew cause when his Master became serious, his old and hoarse voice was tuned to that of a strong and flat one.

Arriving at the scene, Master Will, with Sir Edwin, the Royal Knight of Griffith Kingdom were breaking a sweat, defending themselves against the mindless beast.

Not far from them was the one-armed mage, still holding his staff - a magical weapon. Although looking pale, the mage still emits a treacherous wave of endless magical aura.

Every time the mage waved his staff, one or two spheres of killing intent energy struck the defending Knight and Master Will.

Judging from the energy they emit, Master Will was emitting a smooth dancing red to orange energy. While the Mage was showing off a dark to a purple aura, the complete opposite of Master Will, rough and edgy. While the Knight was steadying his aura, maintaining a swirl of the sky to the azure aura. Clearly, Master Will was the strongest, out of the three.

Ned was surprised, since the knight was actually a Diamond Level, while the Mage was at Gold. But their movements and magic show otherwise.

Shifting his gaze behind the Mage, Ned saw the Gate. Swirling mass of electric blue energy, it was almost twenty meters in diameter. Around its edge were cracking electric that act as a shield. This electric energy randomly shot out thunderbolts. Hitting nothing but air.

Cutting the horde that tried to slam Ned on the ground, his presence was then caught by Master Will.

"Kid!" He cried. Dropkicking the horde that tried to claw him from behind. Then he waved his sword, which was covered in a blazing hot fire. Looked almost exactly the same that of Gazul, but his Master's were calm and smooth. "Why be here?!"

"Another feast!" the mage cried, and laugh.

Sir Edwin carefully positioned himself beside Master Will, successfully synchronizing their spells. Every time Master Will throw a fireball, he accurately followed up with his wind magic. Waves of wind magic slice two or three ghouls in one swoop. Every time the wind whistled, a ghoul dropped dead.

"I can't leave you alone, Master!" Ned cried. Slicing ghoul one by one as he moves forward to his Master.

For non-magical people, ghouls could be their death. But for Hunters, Ghouls this kind stood at Grade E, Grade D could be the strongest, was an easy monster to kill. But, no matter how weak, if surrounded by hundred of these creatures. One could assure death awaits them. Luckily, Master Will's attack focuses on causing damage with an area of effect.

Although single attacks, Sir Edwin's wind magic does the job by killing ghouls instantly, and rapidly, a second of his wind magic, could kill three to four ghouls. And that's him, without drawing his sword. Ned was now curious if what would happen if he used his sword.

Arriving at the two, Sir Edwin throw a glance at Ned, then continue to slice the incoming wave of ghouls. While Master Will throws a worried smile at him, successfully grabbing the ghoul's head, then release fire magic, making its head explodes midair.

"Use me, Master!" Ned cried. Brandishing the Butterfly once more.

Behind Ned was Sir Edwin, looking at his shoulders he saw the Knight relentlessly killing ghoul after ghoul. His brown hair danced blue from the Gate's light. While his armor clanged peacefully when he raised his hands. A part of his brow arched even higher when he saw an Alghoul entered the field. Two Alghouls, to be precise. But even with the two Grade A Alghouls, he never draws his sword. Instead, he changed his stance, his left foot lifted a step backward while maintaining an equal balance with his right foot in front. He then played with his fingers, then six spheres formed around his hands, three for each. Seconds later the wind sphere emits an electric whizzing sound. It started to revolve around his wrists. Raise both his hands even higher, then throw the wind sphere, synchronizing with his proud shout. "Vis Anima!"

Six spheres, swirling towards the Alghouls, surrounded by a dozen ghouls. The fist's size sphere entered the Alghoul's visions, curious, the Alghoul's met the sphere midair. Making contact with the sphere, the Alghoul's demonically human face peeled to death. With a boom, its head was thrown, followed by its body turned dice to nothingness. Two Alghouls, a dozen ghouls, blown apart. Lifeless.

"What are you doing Knight!" cried the mage. Veins started popping out his forehead, coupled with the dripping raindrops. "We're supposed to be on the same side!" Lifting his staff, the Gate behind him started to hum. Growing bigger and bigger.

"No, you got it all wrong Mage, I told you, I have my plan, you have yours," Sir Edwin said. "But you made things difficult for me."

As a Knight of the Kingdom, Sir Edwin must still uphold his status. His status as a Knight covered his real intention as a spy for the Organization. The plan was simple, kill Othor, and the kid, if necessary, without harming the participants who passed the Selection. But for some unknown reasons, the Gate opened too early before the last Participants leave with the Kingdom's ship.

What are you plans knight, Ned jagged his thoughts. With waves of horde coming, Ned's breathing geared rapidly. His energy was getting low. No mana. And two leap skills left. He knew, with his body, he's at his limit. Fighting longer will only make things worse not for him but with his Master as well.

"Master," Ned said. "We should leave, now."

"You're not going anywhere kid," Sir Edwin stopped Master Will from responding. "Not until we close that Gate."

The Organization's goal was tested, to test the array that was used to open the Gate, forcefully. Now that it was considered a success, their main goal was completed, all left was his own's. But with the Mage stopping him, he had no choice but to close the gate, then stop the rampaging power-obsessed Mage. As long as the gate was open, and he had the staff, the mage will keep on using his power.

"His right kid, we can't, as long as the Gate is open."

"Then how can we close the Gate?"

"The staff," Sir Edwin said. "That's where he kept the array to control the Gate, maybe we can close it from there, and these"—slicing a ghoul with his wind magic—"mindless beasts!"

Gates naturally closed by themselves when they successfully passed their limits. Or no more energy left in the surroundings to siphoned with, then it will crumble. But, judging by the Gates appearance and size, it won't close anytime soon.

For Master Will's, and Sir Edwin, the Gate of O'rriadt was the biggest Gate they have encountered so far.

"Then we close it!" Ned cried.