The Earth After Rebirth

"Hey! Matt, what's wrong?"

He realised when Matthew fell on his chest that he was still holding onto his shoulder. He quickly laid him down.

"Healer! I need a healer here. Brace yourselves, we're under attack. I repeat, we're under attack from an unknown and unseen enemy." He didn't have a microphone but his voice carried throughout the battlefield.

Four to five healers were already by his side. Checking for anything that could've been wrong with the kid, Matthew.

Everyone else scrambled, getting into position. Rounding up the teams they were originally assigned to. As exhausted as they were, they could still put the fatigue aside to fight for what was theirs.

"You'll be okay buddy, just keep breathing, keep breathing." He spoke to him, holding his blood stained hand.

Every time he'd cough, a mouthful of it would come out. Letting them know of the internal damage he suffered from an unknown attack.

"Captain Waynworth, we don't know, we can't see anything. His vitals are—"

"Then what's wrong with him?" He shouted, not able to control his anger.

They managed to get this far without a single casuality. For proof you only needed to look at the road that was only covered in black blood, but now, with Matthew, the red was threatening something that made his chest tighten.

At his peripheral, he could see a group of people walking towards them. They were wearing all black, they seemed to be human too — not the monsters they were fighting, definitely not.

He got up from where the healers were desperately trying to revive Matthew. There was a strange ringing in his ears, making his sense of hearing dull and unfocused. The noise he made out was muffled, as he walked forward.

Percival saw people he knew. People he shared meals and drinks with, people he didn't consider friends but they were far from being enemies. But their demeanor was very different, they looked at their own people like they were some kind of disgusting worms.

"What are you guys doing?" He asked spotting Blakeson from the crowd. He couldn't even hear his own voice, the ringing was getting worse.

He hit the side of his head to get rid of it. But nothing was working.

"Our god given right you could say." He answered honestly.

Percival only read his lips as he said. His eyes fell on another, a woman. If he was shocked before, this was something else entirely. His heart practically jumped out of his chest. What was she doing here?

"Helena—you—the kids—"

Helena's smile was wide and unnatural. "Don't worry darling, they're okay. They're fine, for now." She laughed.

"Blakeson!!!.What did you do?" He saw red, before he knew it he was releasing bloodlust on the people who've come to disrupt their victory.

Kiro had never seen mana act so violently before. The properties of this energy were very much similar to that of Kaos. Its violent nature told him that much.

The bloodlust was a physical manifestation that was nothing but anger, the people who were now seen as enemies were dropping one by one like flies.

Those weaker simply couldn't handle themselves, the energy was too dense, robbing them of breathable air.

He ran straight for Blakeson, blaming him for turning his wife into a maniac. His travelling technique was a little different from blink, his body could be seen but his feet made it clear how fast he was moving by how invisible they became.

Arriving at his destination. He swung his sword, which Blakeson tried to block with his finger. Instead the sword cut through bone like it was butter.

His calculations were slightly off because Percival entered a mode they knew nothing about. Not even the person himself knew. If it was regular old Percival he could've been able to block it, but this was very different, it was very dangerous.

"Fuuuuuck!" He cried, as a group of healers from their side quickly stopped the bleeding.

Percival had his wife facing him, she quickly took Blakeson's spot. She was still smiling, licking her lips. Whatever mode this was, he clearly hadn't lost his mind.

"Helena, go back to our children. Leave this to me." The pleading and hurt in his voice couldn't be concealed.

He wanted to believe that his wife was doing this, all of it under coercion. Otherwise how could he have been fooled, all this time?

"You were always quite the protector. Don't beat yourself up about this, I've always just been that good at pretending." She smiled, her arm half raised, she was chanting something.

Percival started to feel prickles from within. They were uncomfortable, but he held his sword forward and continued to walk towards her.

She was putting her all into squashing his insides, but the physically manifested energy was healing him faster than she was doing any real damage.

"Blakeson, how long are you planning to stay down there? Our Lord isn't going to be happy if we can't finish them off."

She wanted to be the one to kill her husband but he was simply too strong. It would've been greater if she could've been the one cutting the ties.

Kiro was burning hot where he stood. He couldn't believe the nerve of this woman, betrayed her entire family, for what. He felt digusted that her blood coursed through his veins.

Chronos didn't have any words to comfort him. He was who he was because of what was unfolding before him, even without telling him that, he was sure he knew that much.

"So you're the one who did that to Matthew?" He wasn't shouting, his voice was calm and agony plagued it.

He knew what he had to do, grabbing the tilt of his sword tightly, he fell deeper into enemy soldiers. Cutting them as he chased his wife, he had to be the one to take her down. He blamed himself for not seeing it sooner.

Something that never happened to him occurred, he was missing about fifty percent of his targets.

He never missed before.