“Hurry! Let’s head over to the banquet hall!” Hector ordered immediately.
“No need. I’ve taken care of it.” Dustin emerged from the darkness. His white clothes were stained red as some murderous air lingered on him.
“That’s good.” Hector sighed in relief before asking, “Dustin, did you catch sight of the Dark Lord?”
“Not yet?” Dustin shook his head..
“As long as the Dark Lord is alive, our family will be in danger. All members of the Harmon 1
family, listen up! Split yourself into groups of five and root him out!” Hector commanded.
“There’s no need for that. I’m already here.” Just then, a sinister voice spoke out.
Everyone turned and saw a man standing proudly on the gazebo nearby. He wore a black cape and a mask that covered half of his face. The air surrounding the man was so poisonous that the ring. of plants around him had already withered. Even the snow that fell on his body turned black.
“The Dark Lord?” The Harmon family instantly had their guards up and their weapons drawn. The past few years have traumatized them. They couldn’t see or catch him, so they had to be constantly on guard against him since his methods were always baffling. He was skilled in poison, curses, and witchcraft and could easily kill someone undetected. His skills made it extremely difficult to anticipate his next move.
The Harmon family couldn’t help but feel a little scared. They could finally meet this nightmare
in person.
“You’ve finally shown yourself.” Hector narrowed his eyes, his expression grim. Knowing the Dark Lord’s personality, the man must have something up his sleeve if he was willing to show himself
today.
“We should end things now. It’s been a long time coming, after all.” The Dark Lord sniggered. “You have two choices right now. You either hand over your treasure, or your entire family will perish!”
“Our family will perish? Because of you?” Hector humphed. He prepared well just to fight against the Dark Lord. However, dealing with the man would have been difficult if he had been hiding in
the dark. Now that the Dark Lord had shown himself, they could finally take him down!
“I can deal with all of you myself!” The Dark Lord clasped his hands behind his back, his clothes dancing in the air.
“How dare you!”
“Insolent bastard!”
The Harmon family cried out angrily. The Dark Lord was feared for his mystic arts. So, the Harmon family had nothing to fear as long as everything came down to a battle of the fists.
“Move out of the way! I’ll deal with him!” Dylan stood forward and swore, “You’ve harmed our family for years, Dark Lord! Today, you will pay for your sins with your blood!”
“Foolish brat.” The Dark Lord humphed disdainfully
“How dare you look down on me! Go to hell!” Dylan drew his blade and leaped into the air. With a powerful swing, he brought his sword down with all his might.
There was a whistle as the force melted the snow in its path and headed toward the Dark Lord,
“What a powerful swing!” The Harmon family watched the battle animatedly. As the genius of the family, the time Dylan spent on the battlefield completely changed him. His sword was much more powerful than it once was.
“Oh, my genius boy!” Jacob watched his son proudly. Defeating the Dark Lord would make Dylan the family’s hero.
“Tree Flicker.” With a snicker, the Dark Lord struck out with his palm. A shadow phased through Dylan’s sword and planted itself into the young man’s chest.
“Aargh!” Dylan wailed as he collapsed onto the ground. He spurted blood everywhere.
