Chapter 92: Twin Axes vs. Blood Parasite (1)

Daniel, with a confused look, saw the place filled with shattered glass and a cocoon of flesh that seemed to have a pulse.

“Disgusting… what the hell happened here?” the boy asked. His voice sounded half-asleep and half-annoyed, still carrying the clumsy expression of someone who hadn’t fully woken up yet.

Then he looked at the apparent culprit: a man dressed in black wearing a plague doctor mask. Though, for the eyes of a boy barely conscious through his drowsiness, reality was a bit more complicated.

“A crow man? What’s a crow man doing here? I heard Ebony’s voice! Where is she?” Daniel asked angrily. He tightened his grip on his axes and stepped forward, ready to smash the man’s face before hearing any explanations.

“(What the hell is this guy doing here? Weren’t they supposed to be sedated with the other one?)” the masked assassin thought with concern. For the first time that night, something wasn’t following the order he had expected.

“Alright, calm down, lower those axes. I’m not your enemy, I came to help take care of—”

The lie came out fast, improvised and poorly assembled, as if the man only wanted to buy a second to understand the boy.

With a leap, Daniel closed the distance and raised his axes, bringing them down with force. He didn’t hesitate for even a moment, attacking with the simple logic that the crow man talked far too much for someone innocent.

The assassin had to dodge the attack quickly and stepped several paces away. The blade passed so close that even he realized the half-asleep boy wasn’t playing around at all.

He pointed his hands at the boy and cast his spell. His fingers tensed instantly, and the magic gathered in them with the same sickening speed Ebony had already seen before.

“Flow.”

{{Water Magic: Rock-Devouring Torrent}}

A magic circle appeared in front of the assassin’s hands. It shone with an intense blue light and released a column of water spinning like a tornado, swallowing the boy’s body. The pressure dragged him in without giving him any footing.

Daniel, his mind still heavy with sleep, tried to hold his breath, but rocks and pieces of broken furniture began crashing against his body, cutting his flesh due to the speed of the current. Inside that spinning mass, everything struck him as if trying to tear him apart.

Until suddenly his body was hurled across the yard and slammed into a tree in the middle of the courtyard, the impact splitting the trunk in two. The crash sounded horrible and dry, and even the tree shook from the force.

“Ahh… bastard… that was interesting, I’ll admit…” Daniel said as he stood up from the wet ground, coughing up the water that had filled his lungs. He spat several times before straightening up, soaked, bleeding, and still holding his axes.

“(Still alive… some people would’ve died from that alone. I guess he has considerable endurance for someone so young. And he didn’t drop his weapons either)” the assassin thought. He didn’t like that idea at all.

“Hey, crow man… thanks for the water, now I feel more awake.”

The boy stood up, cracking his neck and gripping his weapons while a grin spread across his face. His eyes shone with the strange excitement of someone who had finally woken up.

Daniel rushed forward and, filling his axes with yellowish and dark magic, shouted loudly. This time his charge was steadier, clearer, as if the blow and the water had snapped his mind back into place.

“Sharpen!”

{{Warrior Art: Magic Edge}}

Magic began to wrap around the boy’s axes, giving them an extended edge. The blades shone brighter than normal, stretching outward with a cutting aura that promised to slice far deeper than steel alone could.

The assassin didn’t react at all. That spell was the most basic one for any user of bladed weapons. He saw nothing special there, just a kid with decent strength using a technique far too simple.

He underestimated the boy so much that he waited until Daniel was close and casually dodged the first axe strike. It was a short, clean movement, stepping aside just enough while still thinking everything was under control.

The second strike was even easier to avoid, and he thought clearly to himself:

“(This isn’t fun anymore. This boy is too weak… but he has a good physique, so I’ll keep him for a while.)”

The assassin touched Daniel’s shoulder mid-dodge and injected his reddish magic into him. He didn’t need to stab or wound him, only brush him slightly to begin pushing his power into the boy’s body.

For blood magic, the ability to inject your own magic into others is essential, because through it you can influence the flesh of your victim.

The more magic you inject, the easier it becomes to control a living being. But once the victim is already dead, it becomes even easier to control them. Of course, the body eventually rots, so it’s not very pleasant in the long term.

So the assassin, without hurting Daniel, began touching him at every opportunity he had, injecting more and more red magic into his body.

However, no matter how much magic he injected, the boy didn’t seem to worsen. On the contrary, he was improving.

His speed was increasing, his awareness sharpening, and even his strength seemed to grow.

“What the hell? How are you still standing?” the assassin shouted, stepping away from the boy, now worried about the boy’s identity.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but your little touches helped me feel stronger. Thanks, idiot! Now I feel like I could even take Lucian!” Daniel said with a grin while his heart pumped furiously.

Neither of them understood what was happening, but inside Daniel, his unwanted half was doing what an undead does best: devouring.

The red magic wasn’t controlling him—it was being eaten from within.

{{Passive Skill: Dark Magic: Necrotic Magic: Sin Devourer}}

Daniel, unaware of what was happening, only felt his strength growing more and more while his muscles began to swell slightly, because his ability allowed him to devour any foreign magic that entered his body.

That was why every touch from the assassin only fed him more.

“Now then, crow man! Let’s keep going!”

With a burst of even greater speed, the boy rushed toward the assassin so fast that the masked man couldn’t react.

With a precise movement of his axes, the boy carved an X into the clothing and flesh of his enemy before he could even blink.

“You… I admit it… I shouldn’t have underestimated you…” the assassin said while touching his wound and feeling the warmth of his blood before falling face-first onto the grass, staining it red.

Daniel then ran toward the cocoon. He didn’t know who was inside, but he knew he had to help.

“Coagulate…” the assassin said with a tired voice, struggling not to lose consciousness.

{{Blood Magic: Flesh Weaving}}

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