The once-bright Excalibur sword now lay silent, fading into darkness, signifying the depletion of the magical energy that once flowed within it. Amidst the chilling silence, the Pastor slowly revealed his true power, with an astonishing aura enveloping him, creating an atmosphere filled with mystery.
The Pastor was one of the elite knights from the Earth nation, the Zircon tribe, renowned for their moniker, ghostbusters. This tribe, with an extraordinary reputation for exterminating astral creatures, was bestowed with special abilities thanks to the quantum spectrum essential, granting them an advantage in battle. With this power, the Zircon tribe could summon four legendary demon-slaying weapons.
Now, he is determined to unleash those four legendary weapons.
"What makes you so stubborn?" Fitran asked with a challenging glare.
"Your attitude," he replied firmly, emphasizing each word.
"You are the one who created all this chaos," he continued, revealing deep-seated hatred.
"This time, I will not be defeated by you, Fitran!!!" he shouted with blazing enthusiasm.
Then, the pastor resolutely drew a spear from another dimension. The mysterious purple spear had two sharp eyes, while a dry hand clutched tightly at the tip, giving it a menacing aura.
" Spear of Death Ghoul," the pastor said in a deep, echoing voice, as if presenting the feared weapon.
Tap ... tap ... tap!!!
The pastor walked around Fitran with a steady stride. He showed no signs of attack, yet his calm movements heightened the tension. Fitran, with his sharp eyes, observed every motion of the pastor, as though waiting for the opportune moment to surge forward.
Flash!
With surprising speed, Fitran lunged towards the pastor. At the same moment, the pastor deftly snapped his spear in two with a gentle yet assertive motion, then hurled one half of the spear towards his opponent.
"!"
Fitran quickly tilted his body, akin to an arrow soaring through the air to evade the thrown spear. However, as he reached the pastor, a heavy sensation overwhelmed him, as if all his energy had evaporated and his body could no longer move.
"Ugh!" Fitran groaned, gasping for breath, his voice tinged with frustration and a whisper of weakness.
"You won't be going anywhere," the pastor stated firmly, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
As Fitran glanced back, he saw the spear embedded right in his shadow, piercing the ground as if to restrain all his hopes.
"So that's how it is," said Fitran, a faint smile gracing his face, his gaze returning to the pastor who seemed full of cheer.
"I'm impressed with you, Fitran," the pastor said, his voice warm and filled with admiration.
"You really calculate every movement," he added, looking at Fitran with respect.
"If you move just 1 mm more, you'll die," he continued, his tone now serious, adding tension to the air.
"Thank you," Fitran replied, his voice slightly trembling.
"Honestly, I almost acted recklessly," Fitran admitted, acknowledging his mistake with an expression of regret.
"Why do you often speak like that?" the pastor asked, his tone full of curiosity, as if wanting to dig deeper.
"Because I am human, not something else," Fitran replied firmly, voicing his understanding of human limitations.
"That's quite amusing," the pastor said, sharply aiming his spear towards Fitran's face, like a predator bird watching its prey in the air.
Crack...!
Crack... Crack ... Crack
Yellow shards fell from Fitran's face, as if the layer of Chromatieren that protected him was shattering into pieces.
"What do you mean?" Fitran spoke these words with a hint of annoyance, his voice echoing amid the flying debris.
"A predator should not toy with its prey," his opponent replied, emphasizing the injustice felt in his tone.
"Fitran! You don't understand," the pastor said, concern and urgency evident on his face.
"It's not fun to kill a trapped prey," Fitran retorted, his skeptical tone etched in a cold inflection.
"Hehehehe, you're too confident," Fitran added, his laughter creating shadows of tension between them.
In the midst of the debate, Fitran felt a chilling oddity. He tried to move, but there was something unseen, seemingly obstructing him. Each passing second made it harder for him to move, as if he were caught in an invisible web. A constricting pressure gripped his body, leaving red marks on his shoulders, legs, waist, and the back of his neck, proof of the power controlling him.
"You are awake," the pastor said firmly, breaking the stifling silence.
Suddenly, Fitran shifted his focus to the pastor, his eyes filled with confusion as he began to become aware of the presence beside him.
"You are possessed," the pastor said firmly, pointing decisively at the spear embedded in the ground, a clear sign of danger.
"Is that so?" Fitran replied, his voice sounding like a confession, as if he had just realized what had happened to him.
"You must know Velata, right?" the pastor asked, his expression serious and insistent.
"It's one of the types of zombies you've faced before," he added, providing context that made Fitran's heart race.
Fitran then closed his eyes for a moment and opened his sixth sense, feeling an unusual vibration around him.
(Indigo), he whispered to himself, indicating the presence of something invisible and ominous nearby.
Humans are equipped with five captivating senses: eyes to see the beauty of the world, nose to smell aromas, ears to hear sounds, skin to feel touch, and tongue to taste a variety of flavors. These five senses work in harmony, connecting people with one another and facilitating interactions such as speaking, walking, and reproducing. However, there is one more sense that is more mysterious— the sixth sense. This sixth sense arises from a deep curiosity within humans, pushing them beyond the limits of the five senses. It creates a deeper and more complex reality, allowing individuals to perceive the presence of something invisible surrounding them.
Currently, Fitran is striving to awaken his sixth sense with a deep desire. In his quest, he hopes to tap into the dual powers of his five senses. His eyes, serving as a window to the past, future, and present, have been enhanced with abilities such as precognition, retrocognition, and clairvoyance. With these abilities, Fitran can foresee upcoming events and revisit past occurrences. He is capable of witnessing activities happening elsewhere with an accuracy rate of 90%. Furthermore, he can observe changes in temperature within a field and differentiate color spectrums, ultimately forming a picture of the astral beings surrounding him.
His ears possess the ability of psychometry, allowing Fitran to access information in his environment. With extraordinary sensitivity, he can discern the content, composition, and weaknesses of the objects he observes, interpreting them through the sound waves, electrical signals, and moving air around him. Every whisper, every vibration seems to unveil hidden secrets.
His tongue also exhibited the skill of psychometry. By extending it, he could interpret every vibration that passed through the air. The principle was similar to that of a swift snake's tongue. His ears could detect wavelengths of 1 lambda or more, while his tongue captured vibrations of ½ lambda and below, as if diving into an unseen world.
His sense of smell became 500 times sharper. At that moment, rapid cell division occurred in his nasal cavity, creating millions of new cells per second. Nevertheless, this activity did not disrupt other cells, as the volume of cells remained constant; only their capacity increased. Not only did it enhance his sense of smell, but his sixth senses also enabled him to detect shifts in mood and emotions, fostering a profound sense of connection.
Fitran's skin vibrated with striking intensity, serving as a medium that facilitated static communication. In other words, he radiated vibrations from the tips of his hair, acting as a channel for unspoken information.
"(1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5)," Fitran's voice was clear as he counted with intense focus.
Not far from him, two velata gently held him; one grasped his ankle while the other embraced his right waist. One remained fixated on his left shoulder, while the last one stroked his neck. Fitran carefully observed every detail of the velata, feeling an unusual closeness.
"(4 red, 1 blue)," Fitran remarked, inspired by the sensations he was experiencing.
"(These 4 velata have a high warmth level)," he added, his voice now filled with emphasis.
Fitran's corneas sharply processed the colors he perceived, quickly relaying them to his brain. A flash of processing occurred within his mind, transforming the input into a vivid recording. This recording consisted of the enchanting faces of the velata, etched into his memory.
"(All of them are female)," Fitran murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.
Despite having only a few seconds, Fitran felt trapped in an endless moment. With great effort, he tried to free himself from the invisible grip that bound him. His telekinetic ability struggled to shift the spear a few centimeters, but the risk to his already weakened physical state felt very real. The battles against Rinoa, Hernandez, Elbert, Markuez, and Asmodeous had drained his strength completely; his muscles experienced extreme fatigue, rendering his body incapable of contracting efficiently. Every muscle fiber in Fitran was filled with lactic acid, producing a disturbing burning sensation, and his concentration on the tension was drastically reduced—leaving him unable to execute his usual quick maneuver, the flash step.
The strength of the spear of death ghoul possesses two terrifying aspects. The first is shadow possession, which operates in darkness. If the spear's tip strikes the target's shadow, that shadow becomes ensnared, preventing any movement from that point onward. Although it does not completely immobilize the target, if the shadow exceeds its elasticity limit and breaks, half of its existing power will be lost. The remaining severed shadow is absorbed into the spear, transforming it into a source of dreadful strength. The second power is ghoul possession, which activates when shadow possession fails. In this state, the souls trapped within the spear will emerge and possess the target's body through its shadow, instilling horror in anyone who becomes a target.
However, Fitran possesses psychometry, a capability that allows him to communicate with the four velata that carry a high warmth level. This elevated warmth results in the information conveyed by the caster arriving more slowly than that from velata with lower warmth levels, creating a tension that haunts every interaction.
"Jleb ....!" The haunting sound that shattered the silence indicated a profound power and emptiness, signaling a shift in the surrounding atmosphere.
However, before the communication process with velata was complete, a sharp knife struck into Fitran's right chest, sending a wave of pain that spread through his body in an instant. In that fleeting moment, the world around him trembled, suspended briefly in a somber silence.
"Fitran! Your game is over," the pastor said, his voice resonating with a piercing authority.
"What is this?!" Fitran exclaimed, his voice trembling as he struggled to grasp the harsh reality unfolding before him.
"It feels like my blood is being drained completely," he continued, each word heavy with the despair that accompanied him.
"That is the Red Knife of Blood Eye," the pastor said, his voice calm yet chilling, delivering news that seemed to carry a dire threat.
"Damn," Fitran growled, indicating just how profoundly helpless he felt.
Red Knife of Blood Eye is one of the four weapons of the Zoin tribe, a shimmering red knife with sharp serrations that make it appear terrifying. At the center of the knife, there is a closed eye, which adds to its mysterious and menacing aura. The serrations of the knife are not merely decorative; they are designed to absorb blood using the principle of fluid mechanics. Inside, there is an empty cavity where blood acts as the fluid that will flow when there is a change in pressure. The lower the pressure within the knife, the faster the blood will be drawn in. As blood continues to flow in, the eye of the knife will open, and if that happens, the victim's heart will explode due to the excessive pressure building up within their body.