The Moonlight Swordsman



"Isn't that Red Mist Azalea?" Zareena asked.

"Yes princess, it seems he has learned a lot from the War Goddess. Using everything in his arsenal for the battle," Madam Evergreen replied.

In the midst of the battlefield, a sense of fear and trepidation permeated the remaining mages as they witnessed the swift demise of the seven mages at the hands of the mysterious flower's deadly emission.

With a burst of fiery propulsion, Aizel soared skyward, his legs ablaze, propelling him upward with incredible speed and agility.

As he went up, he left a line of flames behind him that looked like a rocket shooting through the sky. 

[Many more mages are rushing in our direction, Master]

"Yeah, let's get rid of them first."

Amidst the sky, an array of fiery spears materialized, their vibrant flames illuminating the evening pink sky.

With a wave of his hands, they shot through the air like guided missiles, hurtling toward the mages who stood below with nothing to protect them.

Each spear burned brightly, leaving behind a path of flaming embers as it precisely aimed for its prey.

As the spears hit their targets, the ground shook, and a burning fire spread through the area.

[No one died, Master]

"Yes let's finish..

The powerful claws of a majestic avian that was flying through the sky caught Aizel. Its talons tightly clasped his legs as it soared through the sky.

As he fought against the bird-like mage's strong grip, Aizel's eyes locked with his captor's fierce ones. 

It was unmistakable that this formidable opponent hailed from the Beast Kingdom and was a member of the proud bird race.

"You have done enough now, kid; now it's time for you to say goodbye." The Avaian race member spoke.

Aizel, while struggling in the air, said," And are you the one who is going to kill me? Should I call you a bird or a chicken who can fly?"

In a swift and decisive move, Sekki's transformation took on a new form—a long, piercing nail with chains adorning its edges.

With all his might, he drove the nail into the bird mage's claws. A cry of pain escaped the bird-like creature as its grip weakened, eventually releasing Aizel from its clutches. 

As he plummeted through the sky, the chain connected to Sekki remained attached to the bird's leg, suspending him in mid-air.

"Let me fry you fucking chicken."

*Crackle*

With an electric surge coursing through his veins, Aizel's hands crackled with lightning.

In a show of lightning prowess, he skillfully rerouted the jolting currents along the chain linking him to the winged avian mage.

The lightning danced and arced, snaking its way toward the bird's body, ready to unleash its formidable power.

"Damn this nai...AHHHHHHHHH"

"Now come here," 

As the avian mage hurtled towards him, Aizel's grip tightened on the chain, pulling him closer.

Sekki changed into a shining katana with a blade that shimmered with the desire to kill.

With reactions as fast as lightning, Aizel swung the katana in a quick arc, severing the avian mage's head from his body in one decisive slash.

[What they say in your world, It's Finger Licking Good]

"Gosh Sekki, this bird might look like a chicken, but he ain't one."

[So now 9 down, Master]

"Yeah, let's head to the ground."

The woodland was Aizel's destination, and he flew there with single-minded determination, his keen senses guiding him. 

He could feel that many mages were closing in on him.

As he landed smoothly on a strong tree branch, he reached out with his mana senses, like tendrils, to look around and figure out where his enemies were.

He knew that in the dense cover of the forest, he would have the advantage, giving him the opportunity to eliminate them one by one and gradually whittle down their numbers.

Meanwhile, not so far away from him, a group of 20 mages were heading in his direction.

"Young Master, we have at least 20 mages with us. We can easily make him surrender,"

"Hmph, if only my mother hadn't told me to make him surrender. A man more gorgeous than me can't live in this world," The Young Master replied.

He was the fourth child born into Theodora's royal family. His vibrant red hair stood in sharp spikes, adding a touch of rebelliousness to his appearance.

His eyes, which sparkled like gems, had the same fiery passion as his spirit. 

With his chiseled features, well-toned body, and commanding height, he possessed an undeniable handsomeness that captivated those who laid eyes upon him.

Meanwhile, Aizel's senses finally picked up their movement.

[Master, at least 20]

"Hmm, fighting here all out will attract more mages here,"

[What should we do then, Master? Should we fall back and look out for the small groups?]

"Why should we fall back? Instead, we will rush and kill them quickly."

[Fufu, then I am ready]

"Young Master, someone is coming in our direction."

"Hmm, how many?"

"One,"

"Hmph, who is bold enough to come my way? Is this the same guy we need to make him submit?"

Suddenly, their eyes were fixed on Aizel, who was perched on a strong branch of one of the tall trees. 

"Are you here to surrender yourself?" One of the mages yelled.

"What are you? Retarted?" Aizel asked instead.

"So you are the one who has captured my mother's attention. You are handsome, but not more than me," The Young Master stepped forward.

"Hmm.. mother... so you are the son of the Queen?"

"Yes, that's right. My Name is Kelvin Theodora, the fourth ch..

"I didn't ask your name." Aizel interrupted.

"You... how dare you..

"Listen, spiky bastard, I will ask just one thing. Does killing you make the Queen enrage more?"

Kelvin looked confused, and with his brows raised, he asked, "Why did you ask?"

"Because it will depend on your answer, should I kill you or should I just beat you to death?"

"KILLL THIS ASSHOLE!" Kelvin yelled.

"Hehe," 

Aizel watched 20 mages rush toward him altogether.

[Master, that guy is simply observing us]

Hmm," 

Aizel took out his dragon fang dagger and stabbed it into the tree trunk.

With a swift and agile leap, Aizel descended from the tree, hurtling towards the ground with purpose. 

As he neared the approaching group of twenty mages, his eyes gleamed with determination. 

Out of the shadow of Aizel came a figure that fits right in with the darkness. 

The mysterious mage leaped forward with deadly accuracy, his dagger ready to stab Aizel with malicious intent. 

Time seemed to slow as Aizel's instincts kicked in, his senses heightened. 

With a swift twist of his body, he evaded the oncoming attack, narrowly escaping the piercing dagger.

When Aizel saw the mage attempting to retreat into the shadows once more, his mind raced, calculating the most effective strategy.

With a swift motion, he summoned a flask containing a peculiar blue bug, its body crackling with electrifying energy.

The veil flask shattered upon impact with the ground, unleashing a surge of lightning that enveloped the area.

The crackling field had made the mage partly immobile.

Sensing an opportunity, Aizel unleashed a powerful kick, his strike connecting with such force that the mage's head exploded into a gruesome display of mess and lump.

[10 down]

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gust of wind whirled beneath Aizel's feet, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

As he ascended, small cuts appeared on his body, a testament to the intense energy surrounding him.

At that moment, his sharp reflexes took over, and he quickly switched places with his dagger, which was firmly stuck in the trunk of a nearby tree.

Kelvin, who had been watching the fight with full focus, suddenly turned his attention to the dagger's amazing ability.

In a quick and well-planned move, two mages appeared on the tree trunk, their bodies crackling with lightning.

Devoid of any weapons, their focused intent was evident as they simultaneously launched a powerful kick towards Aizel.

Aizel's eyes narrowed in concentration as he anticipated the incoming kicks. With swift reflexes, he raised his forearms to block the powerful strikes, feeling the impact reverberate through his body. 

The force behind the kicks propelled him backward, causing him to collide with another sturdy tree.

Thick, sticky webs shot forth from the surrounding, catching Aizel and tying him tightly to the tree. 

The threads stuck to his body, making it hard for him to move and trapping him in the complex web.

[Master, Spider-Man is also here]

In response to the webs' suffocating hold, Aizel used his elemental powers and conjured flames that consumed his entire body.

The intense heat of the fire quickly incinerated the webs, reducing them to ashes.

Aizel's senses became sharper as he carefully watched the mage move. Anticipating the impending attack, he swiftly harnessed the power of lightning, allowing it to course through his body. 

In a split second, he disappeared from where he was and showed up right next to the mage, who was still casting the webs.

As Aizel swiftly evaded the webs, his senses alerted him to another impending danger. Before he could react, the mage wielding a hammer swung it with great force toward his face.

Aizel threw a small box container into the webcasting mage's face in a last-ditch effort. 

As the hammer collided with his face, the impact sent him hurtling through the air like a projectile. 

The container busted open at the same time, letting out a small red flower that released a poisonous gas.

The poisonous fumes quickly surrounded both the mage with the hammer and the webcasting person.

When Aizel finally came to a stop on the ground, he found both mages lying motionless, their eyes wide open and tinged with a reddish hue.

[12 down]

"Let's get rid of them quickly, we still have a small area boss waiting for us," He said, while fixing his dislocated jaw.