Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy-Chapter 203 :Who Are You?[2]

For a moment, everything turned dark.

The rays of light that help one to see suddenly vanished as if a heavenly phenomenon was taking place.

In that dark place that struck panic and chaos inside everyone's heart, two red eyes materialized above the horizon drawing everyone's attention.

All the voices ceased to exist except the sound of breathing and beating of heart.

BA DUMP!

BA DUMP!

BA DUMP!

The combined sound of beating hearts from everyone echoed like the drums of war welcoming someone partaking in this glorious moment of Majesty.

It was then that his eyes opened and everyone's vision exploded with crimson colour.

Two huge blood-red pupils appeared in space forcing everyone to stare at it. The piercing, malevolent eyes emerging from the darkness that seemed to flow with an otherworldly intensity, radiated an unsettling crimson light

"Kekekekekekekekekekekekekek!"

Accompanied by an eerie bloody laughter, the world started to distort.

Crimson darkness descended across the place displaying the scene of a battlefield.

Screams and roars of pain from the corpses lying below echoed.

Like a burst of dam, a flood of blood crashed everywhere.

Amidst the eerie silence of a desolate battlefield, there stood a man, an ominous figure, unmoved by the sea of lifeless bodies that surrounded him. His presence was chilling, and his gaze sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to look upon him.

The man's dark, piercing eyes seemed to hold the weight of the world's sorrows. They were windows to a soul tainted by the horrors of war. His face, etched with scars and weariness, bore the marks of countless battles. His demeanour was stoic, his posture unwavering, as if he had become one with the carnage that stretched before him.

He wore a tattered cloak that billowed in the cold, unforgiving wind, adding an aura of malevolence to his already menacing appearance. Bloodstains adorned his armour, evidence of the violence that he had brought to this grim place.

As he surveyed the sea of corpses, his lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile. It was a smile that sent a shudder through the hearts of those who witnessed it, as it hinted at the cruelty of darkness in his heart that ran deeper than the blood-soaked earth beneath his feet.

The man's very presence seemed to command the attention of all who remained, freezing them in their tracks. In his cold, menacing look, he held the power to make even the bravest souls tremble, a reminder that amid the chaos of bloodthirsty war and the death of millions, he had become something more sinister, someone who had gone beyond the reach of humanity's compassion.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Argh!"

Calvin and his men's legs buckled up.

A symphony of thuds echoed in quick succession.

The black-robed men screamed due to an agonizing pain from their eyes which were leaking tears of blood.

Even Abacharu's pupil dilated to the point as he along with everyone felt an invisible force tightening around their throats making it difficult to breathe.

Death!

That was the only thing they could think of now as the two chilling eyes became the focal point of their nightmares, drilling deep into their souls and filling them with a primal fear that threatened to consume them wholly.

Countless images from the future versions of him flooded Abacharu memory.

"No, this isn't possible. How is he here?"

"Do you remember me now?"

A blood-cuddling smile that chills one's heart was reflected on his pupil.

Abacharu whose whole body had frozen like a statue turned his monstrous body towards the girl sitting on the Throne.

For the very first time after he descended, he pondered carefully and observed the girl.

Then he felt something familiar.

As his gaze landed on the white-haired girl, the image of a scar-faced girl with a brunt body overlapped in his vision.

In the brisk moment, a bad premonition rose in his heart. He turned his gaze towards Calvin squatting on the floor.

"Hey!"

Calvin was forced awake by the loud voice reverberating in his ears and immediately bowed his head.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Is she a princess?"

"Uh!"

"Yes, she is."

Calvin stared up with a befuddled gaze wondering what Abacharu meant. 𝚋𝚎ｄ𝚗ｏｖ𝚎𝚕．ｃｏ𝚖

"Is her name...."

Unable to remember it correctly, he took a moment.

"Is it Julian?"

Standing surprised, Calvin just bowed his head and nodded.

"Yes it is, but why?"

This small yet audible voice rang like thunder.

Abacharu's pupil widened as if it was going to burst out as a sudden realization struck him making him scream in disbelief.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!"

A memory, a certain memory that had been buried deep inside his heart and all the celestial creatures resurfaced again.

It wasn't the figure of God or an Immortal being of Primordial times rather it was that of a distant future.

It was the figure of a man who stood beyond God.

He is The Vanquisher Of Three Realms.

The Slayer of Gods.

The Harbinger of Chaos and Destruction.

A symbol of fear for God of Death itself that reaps the soul of even Gods.

He looked like an ordinary feeble guy who might be blown away by a mere breath.

However...

Those eyes...

Those damn bloody red eyes...

The moment those eyes appear, even the world can't stop trembling.

Such a nefarious being that was born carrying the weight of countless chaos.

An exception among millions of timelines that was beyond the world's prediction.

Feeling the crisis of his existence being wiped out, he screamed trying to appease the person's anger first.

"Lord.....I am innocent...I do..."

BOOOOOOOM!

A ripple of air exploded in the air.

Like a surge of tide, waves of air crashed everywhere.

A symphony of crackling glasses echoed one after another due to the sonic blast.

The abyssal body of Abacharu that had managed to stand up was blown apart by an explosion that surpassed even the booming of thunder.

A huge crater appeared out of nowhere forming a huge mushroom-shaped cloud visible to everyone's eyes, Abacharu's body appeared plastered onto the ground.

The huge pupil ruptured from which a dense slimy liquid burst out but it slowly healed.

Abacharu used his tentacles as an anchoring point to stand but just as he was about to lift his huge body, the sight of a man squatting before him reflected in his eyes.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

His body wriggled and pulsated trembling with an unknown emotion that he seemed to have never felt since his birth.

It was a primal emotion of fear that clouded his mind.

He tried to summon his power to counter-attack but at that time he noticed an oddity.

'My power….'

Abacharu's whole body froze as he wasn't able to draw out his mystical power.

"Did you have fun bullying a weak girl?"

"Believe me. I didn't mean that. It was just a misunderstanding."Abacharu spoke hurriedly.

"What a reply? Beating someone and then saying in the court that you didn't mean it?"

"Kekeke!"

He burst into hysterical laughter.

"What a good reason. I like your words so believe me when I say this."

Mana started surging and an intense killing intent dyed the world in red as he stood up.

The boy raised his foot while condensing mana under it forming a reddish circle.

"Believe me. I didn't mean any of this. All of this is a misunderstanding."

"Wait!"

BOOM!

Many bursts of sonic explosion happened one after another like a raging thunder as the abyssal figure of Abacharu was shot back into the sky leaving drops of tears while screaming in his mind.