The lightning danced on the ground, obliterating anything in its path.
The final lightning strike reduced the entire Nightmare Forest to ashes and eradicated all the zombies within.
Anon collapsed to the ground after his last strike. His body was utterly exhausted from all the mana loss.
“Hahaha… That was diabolical—” Before he could utter another word, his eyes shut, and he fell unconscious on the ground.
*Thud*
His face lay bare, vulnerable in this moment. If someone were to attack him now, he had no defenses; he had exhausted all his mana in overcharging the Tesla coil.
[My mana is too low to maintain my form. I can’t protect you, master. Please forgive me.] Link turned into a streak of light and reverted back to his tattoo form.
Suddenly, a girl with black fur all over her body approached him and touched his face slightly.
This girl was none other than Luna the werewolf herself, her face turned red as she touched anon’s cheek and spoke…
“I knew it. You were alive all along, i have searched for you everywhere.” she said with a smile as she lifted Anon into her arms.
Back on the field, as Anon’s final strike descended upon the human soldiers, their barriers finally shattered. However, before the lightning could fry them to death, Mike appeared in between and casted his most potent defensive array over the soldiers, allowing them to survive the lightning strike without taking any major injuries.
“I can’t thank you enough for saving our soldiers, sir. Thank you,” Grad said as he vigorously shook Mike’s hand without his consent.
“Fuck off! Human, remember one thing: I didn’t save your forces. I saved the ogres on my master’s orders. If you touch me one more time, I will kill you mercilessly,” Mike spoke, his red eyes fixed on Grad.
“A-A vampire?” Grad realized Mike’s true identity, but Mike vanished from the battlefield before he could say more.
“I will take my leave now,” No.300 told Derein as she departed, her ogre army trailing behind her.
The horde of ogres started running towards Anon without delay, to save their master.
“B-But—” Derein began to protest but stopped midway, choosing silence to be the best solution.
‘He knew that i will ask for his help and took a promise from me. I didn’t needed that army of ogres, he was pre-planning to kill all of these zombies from the start.
I was just an injured golden fish that he found in the pool while hunting for the big fishes.
I should’ve seen this coming, i am such a dumbass. Now I don’t know what will he ask me to do. Will he have sex with me ? Or make me his private slave ?’ Naughty things started coming in Derein’s mind.
“That’s the masked man?” Grok and Arthur exclaimed simultaneously as they gazed at Anon’s face while Luna still cradled him.
“Y-Your Majesty,” Luna addressed Arthur, noticing his presence behind her.
“Shouldn’t we call a healer?” Grok inquired.
“Yes, I have already summoned—” Arthur was interrupted.
“HaaaaH. Are they all wiped out?” Anon’s eyes flew open wide, his first question piercing the air.
“Yes, they are all gone. A-Are you all right?” Luna asked.
“Well, I’m all right. And having a cute werewolf girl pick me up just makes it better,” Anon replied with a smile directed at Luna.
“Ugh… Get off.” Luna pushed Anon away, her expression twisted in disgust.
“Oi, be gentle with me. I don’t like girls tossing me around. Only I can do that,” Anon quipped, touching his face and realizing his mask was missing.
“What the hell? My goddamn mask broke?” he exclaimed, looking behind and spotting shattered mask fragments on the ground.
“You!” A loud voice erupted from Arthur’s direction.
Anon turned towards the sound to see the great mother of the Denver house approaching with a large sword in her hand.
“Oh, not a very welcoming sight,” Anon remarked as he watched her advance.
“You must stop.” Grok shouted, but she paid no heed, brandishing her sword directly at Anon.
“I will kill you for forcing my son to consume three doping agents during the kingdom’s Night Run,” the great mother yelled, assuming Anon had emerged from the now-razed Nightmare Forest.
“Anon Agreil… I will kill you.” Before Anon could respond, another voice rang out from behind.
All eyes turned to the source: the leader of the witch house, Marinda, holding her wand emitting a purple glow, as if poised to cast a spell at any moment.
She aimed her wand directly at Anon’s face.
“I will end you for traumatizing my daughter. Any final wishes?” Marinda questioned, her expression filled with pride.
“Yeah, ask him. He’ll tell you my final wish,” Anon pointed towards Arthur.
“Oh, now you’re done. You used ‘he’ to address your majesty? Farewell, Anon Agreil,” both women raised their weapons, and Anon summoned his sickles, ready to strike.
“Wait! Both of you,” Arthur’s voice commanded.
Marinda and the matriarch halted abruptly, turning their attention to Arthur.
“Do you even have the faintest idea who he is?” Arthur spoke with an intense gaze. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘭．𝑜𝘳𝘨
“Yes, your majesty. He’s a commoner named Anon Agreil. His father, also a commoner, is deceased. He participated in the kingdom’s Night Run and inflicted a terrible experience upon my daughter. She hasn’t left her room since that day. I will kill him and present his head to her,” Marinda stated.
“Your majesty, this commoner forced my cutie pie to ingest three doping agents simultaneously. I must punish him; it’s a divine order from the holy god itself,” the great mother declared.
“Cutie- what?” Grok inquired.
“Ren, cutie pie, come forward,” the great mother summoned.
“Y-Yes, mother,” Ren, now clad in full royal knight’s armor, emerged from the crowd. He briefly glanced at Anon, memories of his torture flooding back, causing him to lower his gaze.
“You fools. He isn’t an ordinary commoner. The one you’re pointing your weapons at is none other than the masked gentleman who was just saving us from those zombies moments ago,” Arthur spoke with a stern countenance.
A profound silence fell.