The Apostle

"Who the hell are you!" Parocly shouts at Rio. His body has begun seeping the dark aura as he approaches Rio.

"He has nothing to do with this. Leave my son alone!" Rhama shouts as she swings towards Parocly who easily catches her hand.

"Son? I've been in this trial for months. You never had a-... Oho, I see what's going on now." Parocly laughs as he looks back and forth between Rio and Rhama. "You must be another apostle just like me! But You can't be a follower of Lord Zenith, or you wouldn't have fought against this war."

Parocly was deep in thought as he threw Rhama to the side. "Well, whoever you belong to doesn't matter. This trial's reward will be mine and there's nothing you can do to stop it. With the powers given to me by my lord, Nothing shall stand in my way ever again."

Parocly then holds his arms up as dark mist envelops the air around him. His body begins to rumble as his hands vanish within the dark cloud. After his rumbling ceases, he

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