Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 89: Taken by the darkness

The golden beam of energy tore through the building, destroying the entire wall and charging right at the goblin. The light reflected in the goblin’s yellow eyes just before the energy tore into it, obliterating its body and reducing it to ash. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

At the same time, the thunderbolt slammed into the room, electric sparks tore through all directions, buzzing as the room exploded.

Ark had his sword right in front of him and so the lightning crashed right into it. His vision exploded in a myriad of colours, he could feel the sword pushing a giant lightning bolt with everything it had.

His muscles tensed, and his hands pulsed as he pushed the gigantic stream of lightning.

Tzzzzzzz!

The lightning pulsed violently, multiple tiny branches emerged out of the huge steam, tearing the room apart and burning his skin wherever they made contact.

Ark let out a guttural scream as he drove his sword forward, warm sweat dripping down his grim-filled body.

And yet, it was not enough. The lightning exploded forward, knocking him back with violent intensity.

His body tore through the building, and out into the open, completely flying past the entire compound and crashing into a building at the other end of the street.

The last bits of lighting danced around the blade as well as his skin, buzzing slightly before dissipating.

A light voice whispered in his ear:

[You have Slain a Profane Goblin King]

A golden light shot forward from the distance and flew right into his chest.

[Pendant of Ashkew Obtained]

He had received an artifact and he had no clue, all Ark could see was darkness and waves of light dancing in his vision.

But soon even those light waves were gone, leaving him in an all encompassing darkness

Cold wind blew against his skin and soon, something wet fell against his cheek.

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[a/n] note that they and their are used in the following story because at this point in the story, the person’s gender has not been revealed.

A body was being dragged down the lonesome street. Covered in scars and burns, the person was a mess, teetering at the edge of death and yet the individual dragging him didn’t seem to care.

Shrouded in a dark cloak that obscured every single part of their body, it was impossible to tell who or what they were.

Ark’s body was being roughly pulled across the street by a single leg, there was a cloth placed behind his head but apart from that his body was left exposed.

His leather armour scratched against the hard pavement and yet there was not a single scratch formed on it from that alone.

But that wasn’t to say the armour was spotless, his run-in with the goblin had left the armour in an appalling state.

His armour seemed badly burned and was missing a lot of patches, revealing burned skin below it. It was regenerating but the regeneration had become painfully slow.

As for the figure pulling him, although rather petite, the individual still managed to drag Ark through the street.

The streets were desolate due to the surge of apocalypse beasts, houses were in shambles and once in a while, they would come across a body...

A human that had not made it to the shelter on time. Usually, the body would be left in a terrible state, if there was anything left of it in the first place.

Soon, they arrived at their first blockade. In front of them was a large group of skeletons, each one staring at the road ahead of them like mannequins.

It was expected since after the surge of the apocalypse multiple gates had opened all around the city, without a commander, there were groups like these so simply waited to sense anything living.

Once they heard their approach the skeletons they all turned, their necks making scratching sounds as they made their approach.

There were over fifty skeletons crowding the street, a migrating horde that had probably emerged from a gate not too long ago.

White skulls took on a tint of red underneath the crimson moon, making them appear even more ominous than they were, their dark eyeless sockets had a strange light in the very depths of them, gleaming softly as they watched.

Their swords were held tightly in their body hands, ready to swing into action at a moment’s notice, and yet—

They did nothing, they simply stood still, their eye sockets locked on the two of them.

The cloaked figure did not seem the slightest bit concerned, they walked right into their midst, dragging Ark’s body behind them.

Their body brushed against that of the skeletons, as they made their way through their tight formations, Ark’s body rubbing against their bony legs.

When they went past them, the skeletons all locked their gazes on the two for some time, watching as they continued onward into the lonely street ahead, just before turning back to face the street behind them.

The dragging went on for what seemed to be hours before the individual finally stopped and stared up at the clouds.

The sky had darkened slightly, obscuring the crimson moon and with it came a flood of water.

The rain fell with an intensity unbecoming of the season, it was to be expected though since the city seemed to work in a rather strange way.

It was practically impossible to predict the weather. The cloaked individual clicked their tongue as they stared up at the clouds.

Grrrrrrr!

A low rumble filled the air.

Initially, the Individual thought it was thunder but soon they realized what it was—

Behind the individual, the boy who was lying on his back was the sole source of the alarming sound. The shrouded figure tilted their head slightly and stared around, their eyes landing on a building not too far away.

They began heading towards the building instead, and when they arrived, the individual pushed the doors of the building open.

Soon, a small fire was burning in the center of the room, illuminating the small space. The windows were open to allow some air in and there was a peasant scent of roasting meat.

The cloaked figure let out a breath, slender arms emerging from the cloak and pulling off the garments, revealing grey skin.

They walked forward to where Ark lay, close to the fire and sat beside him.

A silver plate was soon procured from the cloak, and then they brought their forearm to their teeth, revealing bestial canines.

Their fangs dug into their skin and soon, dark red blood began to drip into the silver plate, filling it to the brim with blood.

The individual then crept closer to Ark...