The last remaining bandit, witnessing the gruesome fate of his comrades, felt all his bravado drain away.His legs gave out beneath him, and he fell to the ground with a thud, landing on his backside.His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with terror as he stared at Oasis, who was now walking towards him.Among the recruits, the girls huddled together, trembling with fear.Toren remained unconscious, while Ronan, though scared, tried to maintain his composure. He mustered the courage to move closer to Oasis, though his legs shook with each step.Oasis stopped just in front of the terrified bandit and crouched down to meet his eye level.The bandit’s face was a mixture of sheer terror and disbelief, as if he couldn’t comprehend whether the person before him was a normal child or a monster in disguise."You have only one painless choice," Oasis began, his voice cold and menacing."Tell me everything about your businesses in Dawnhail—your organization, its power hierarchy. Or, you ca
"Let's get back to Belvan," Oasis said gently, sensing the pain in Ronan's voice.He then moved toward the girls, who were still trembling from the ordeal.He spoke to them softly, offering comforting words to ease their fear, and then gave Toren a light kick to wake him from his unconscious state.After a few breaths, everyone was ready to move.However, Oasis knew he needed to catch up to Garron and his group, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he stayed with the others.!"Ohh... here," Oasis said, handing a scroll to Ronan after a moment of thought."I’ll be moving ahead. This scroll will protect you. Just inject some mana into it if you get into trouble. We’ll meet in town."The scroll was a powerful spell, a piece of his parents' legacy that he always kept with him. Oasis knew it would keep the group safe while he dealt with Garron.Without wasting any more time, Oasis took off, using his Dancing Phoenix footwork technique to move at incredible speed.He darted through the den
Without waiting for an answer, Oasis reached into his storage bracelet and pulled out his sword, Kaze no Kagutsuchi.!!!"That’s definitely a high-grade artifact," Jerek blurted out, his voice betraying a mixture of awe and fear.The others in Garron’s group, upon hearing this, suddenly realized the gravity of their situation.Garron’s earlier confidence began to waver as he reassessed the young man standing before them."Who are you, kid?" Garron asked, his tone no longer as assured as before."Oasis of Lunaris," Oasis replied simply, flicking his wrist casually as he adjusted his grip on the sword."Since it’s come to this, there’s no turning back. Either we die, or you die, kid… unless you decide to join us," Garron said, trying to maintain his composure despite the growing unease."Then, Uncle Garron, and the rest of you," Oasis began, his voice chillingly calm, "I’ll give you a few minutes to write your farewells to your families, because today shall be your last."Garron’s group
As Oasis slid his sword back into his storage bracelet, he took a moment to survey the carnage around him.The bodies of Garron and his group lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless, their blood soaking into the earth.The wind stirred gently, carrying the scent of death, but Oasis's expression remained calm, almost contemplative."I don’t know how you all started down this path or what led you to this life, but you were a thorn in the lives of the parents of the children you abducted," Oasis said, his voice soft but carrying a weight of finality.He looked down at the corpses beneath his feet, his gaze unwavering. "May you help others in your next lives instead of hurting them."With that, Oasis extended his hand, and a surge of his blue flames erupted from his palm.The flames roared to life, intense and unyielding, as they engulfed the bodies of Garron and his fallen comrades.The azure fire danced and crackled, consuming the corpses with relentless ferocity.The air was filled with t
The embrace was soothing. Oasis felt his body relax, the tension melting away as he allowed himself to lean into the warmth of her embrace.It was a simple gesture, but it was exactly what he needed. The tightness in his chest eased, replaced by a sense of calm and comfort.After a moment, she pulled away slightly, looking him at him."Don’t keep it all to yourself," she said softly.Then, with a gentle smile, she left him, closing the door quietly behind her.Oasis stood there for a moment, still feeling the warmth of her embrace.He wanted to thank her, to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.Instead, he just watched as the door clicked shut, feeling at peace.He took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his body dissipate.The air in the room felt lighter, the weight on his shoulders slightly lifted.With a newfound sense of clarity, Oasis sat down in the lotus position on the floor and began to meditate, focusing the flow of energy within him.The events of the day still l
The camp was alive with grim activity as the first light of dawn cast a dim, eerie glow over the valley.Guards moved about with stern expressions, dragging a line of boys and grown men from their tents.Their hands were bound, and their faces were etched with hopelessness as they were herded towards the nearby mine.The camp, it seemed, was not just a hideout for the bandits but a hub for forced labor, where the strong preyed on the weak to extract the valley's riches.The guards pushed and prodded the prisoners, who stumbled forward, their bodies already weakened from previous days of grueling work.The sound of chains clinking and the shuffling of feet filled the air, mingling with the distant clang of pickaxes striking rock from the depths of the mine.The mine's entrance loomed like a mouth ready to swallow them whole, its darkness a stark contrast to the cold morning light.In his tent, Vakar, the Vulture of the Valley, was engaged in a hushed conversation with a man dressed ent
As the man’s hand inched closer to the hilt of his sword, Oasis’s demeanor shifted.The air around him seemed to grow colder, and a faint, ominous aura began to radiate from him, a stark contrast to the calm exterior he had maintained moments ago.The intensity in his eyes pierced through the man, who suddenly felt a chill run down his spine."Is that for threatening or for killing?" Oasis asked, his voice now icy and devoid of any warmth.The man hesitated, his bravado faltering under the weight of Oasis’s aura."We just want the gold, no blood must be spilled, kid," he stammered, his tone now softer, almost pleading, as if he himself wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to back down.Oasis observed the man, noting his sudden change in demeanor."So these people make their earnings by robbing others," Oasis thought, his disdain for the group growing."Don’t even think of screaming. The moment you scream, you die," the man threatened, but there was a noticeable tremor in his voice.His e
As he spoke, something remarkable began to happen. The frailty in his voice started to fade, replaced by a strength that seemed to grow with every word.His posture straightened, his hands steadied, and his eyes, once dull, now gleamed with a sharp vitality.It was as if the very act of speaking his name had breathed new life into him.Before Oasis’s eyes, Cedric transformed from a decrepit beggar into a robust man, his appearance now that of someone in their early forties.His once ragged clothes now seemed almost out of place on his revitalized frame.Oasis, caught off guard by Cedric's name and sudden transformation, felt his heart race and his body tremble.The name "Cedric Sandborn" echoed in his mind like a thunderclap—Cedric Sandborn, known as the Sandstorm, "The Disaster of the East."The realization hit Oasis hard, causing him to choke on his food, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Memories and teachings flashed through Oasis’s mind as he tried to process what was ha