Silva walked through the forest, his mind set on one person, and that was Quin. Quin was developing a legacy inside of him, and it seemed it had something to do with a lot of things that would be happening in this world.
So Silva wanted to grow his brother as much as possible. He needed to be ready for whatever was coming.
When Silva arrived at where Quin was, he could hear the sound of a blade ripping through flesh. He went in closer and saw Quin fighting a horde of abominations.
His sword skills were swift and very refined; it showed how long he had been fighting. As Silva stood there, he realized that his plans and everything had stood in the way of Quin getting married.
Their marriage had been put off for so long now, and it made Silva feel a little guilty for it, so he made a mental note to actually make the wedding happen.
Quin finally finished off the abominations, and he did that with ease.
“That was quite impressive, Quin. It seems your swordsmanship hasn’t withered at all,” Silva said.
Quin immediately got into a stance when he saw Silva. He knew Silva was not here for chit-chat.
“To think I’ll get beat up by my little brother here,” Quin said.
“You should have more faith in your strength,” Silva said and vanished.
Quin could not follow the movements at all. He looked around to see if he could find Silva, but he couldn’t see Silva at all.
He only felt danger when Silva’s blade was about to touch his neck. Quin leapt back as fast as he could, avoiding the attack, but Silva was like a flowing wind.
He pushed forward even after missing his strike and then sent a punch into Quin’s gut. Quin arched back from the impact, saliva flew from his mouth, and his eyes rolled back a little.
But he managed to keep himself from fainting. He grabbed onto Silva’s arm and pushed himself back. He landed on one knee and immediately got up.
“I won’t be able to stand my ground if I fight you normally. My legacy is not fully formed yet, but it’s more than nothing,” Quin said.
Dark fumes began emitting from his body, his eyes glowed red, and his power started increasing. This was the first time Silva had ever seen Quin use his power.
Quin shot towards Silva like a bullet. He slashed for Silva’s throat. Silva blocked the attack, and his hand was actually pushed back.
Sure, he didn’t put his full strength in it, but for his brother to actually be able to push his hand back, it showed how much power his brother had.
“Since you are this strong, there is no need for me to hold back. I’ll have to beat into you the difference in power,” Silva said and added some strength into his push. He immediately dominated and pushed Quin back.
Silva went in for a punch that was too fast for Quin to follow. The punch connected with so much force that Quin was forced out of his legacy state.
But Silva didn’t stop there. He grabbed Quin by the hand and threw him straight into a tree, then ran to grab him again.
Quin tried to fight back, but Silva was too fast for him to do anything. Silva grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
“Tell me, is this all you have to offer? Is this the best your sword can do?” Silva asked and then brought out his wings and shot into the sky.
He then turned mid-air and flew down with Quin facing the ground. He slammed Quin into the ground, and a massive crater was formed.
Silva walked away, feeling that would be enough to deal with his brother, but he was actually wrong. Quin got back up. He took his sword and charged at Silva.
His entire body was covered in blood, but he still kept moving. Silva looked at him and smiled. He was happy—happy that Quin didn’t stay down.
“It’s nice to see that your spirit is as strong as it gets, but you’ll have to stop here for now,” Silva said and moved for a last attack. He didn’t use his sword, nor did he use a punch.
He only used his palm to hit the back of Quin’s neck to knock him out.
“He was pretty good, seeing he went against you,” Drake spoke from a tree.
“He actually did good. I thought he would give up after I ran him into the ground. But he held up pretty well,” Silva said and walked away with Drake following him.
“So what’s the plan after we beat them up?” Drake asked.
“Well, they will probably think of ways to better themselves with the knowledge of the fight they experienced.
We have a week to frustrate them and make them force growth, and that is what we want. We want to push all of them to their breaking point.
If they can succeed to grow using this exercise, then that’s the best outcome,” Silva said.
They left there and headed in the direction of Gallan.
“Gallan should have evolved long ago. He was supposed to have evolved by now, so he is slacking off.
For his own, I want the two of us to handle him, make his training more torturous.”
When they arrived at Gallan’s, he was struggling with a horde of massive abominations. The fight seemed to be going nowhere.
The abominations were fast and powerful. It seemed like Silva had gathered all the stronger ones to take on Gallan, and Gallan was seriously struggling.
Some of the abominations were about ten feet tall and held immense power, but Gallan was able to hold his ground against them.
With his dual blade technique, it was as though two people were fighting at the same time, and they were both good at it.
When Silva saw that the abominations were about to lose, he decided it was time to step in.