Catalyst System

Dark Knight's

    The red sky was dotted with a sea of fire ready to be thrown at the targeted enemy. In a large area, a red pseudo-orange color colors the barren land with Veroa as the center. A few minutes passed, their preparations finally finished and now ready to be released.

    Veroa as the target of the attack is still silent on the spot, waiting for the right time to try to avoid the attack directly, although it is quite impossible if it is said to avoid direct contact. But, he thought, at least his attack did not hit a vital area.

    The monster – monster did not release its magic attacks simultaneously, but the first to attack was a monster that attacked using fire magic, fire ball. They seemed to know of Veroa's plan to avoid his attack. So, with the launch of fire ball magic first, in addition to disrupting the target's view, it also interferes with the sense of smell that increases the use of energy, because of difficulty breathing.

    When the fireballs of several monsters hit the ground that was previously stepped on by Veroa, an explosion occurred and dust now filled the barren land. Veroa who was in it found it difficult to breathe and see the direction of the enemy's next attack.

    Only then, fire arrow released in a row on the area covered by the grain of land where Veroa rested.

    Inside the dust-covered ground, arrows made from fire as a whole came from various directions randomly. He can dodge some, but most of the – arrows of fire hit his armor. Even so, his armor made of a conductor material that is effective for heat transfer made his skin blisters and in some parts have suffered serious burns. But, he who had suffered even more terrible torment, such heavy injuries were like light wounds alone in his view. Fortunately, the fire arrows that hit his armor did not hit much on the vital area, but still it disrupted his movements.

    Next to his eyes had been burned, one hand had been difficult to control, let alone his two legs which had been trembling withstanding fatigue and injuries. But, he remained standing and tried to dodge the subsequent fire arrow attack. His heartbeat had been pumping very quickly and he felt that one organ had been working too hard. His lungs tried hard to keep the air he inhaled throughout the body as a supply to restore his strength. However, his energy never filled, because his employer did not decide to rest his body even for a moment.

    Not far from the one-way attack battle area, in the sky was an area surrounded by negative aura that had been neutralized into dark energy being absorbed by something that was at the center of rotation. Something that was trying to evolve into an extraordinary individual. He is Zaldot, a magic force that was previously in the form of humanoid pure magic energy. After his Master gave his name in the final seconds that he was about to disappear, he finally got the chance to evolve into a superior individual.

    The Dark Knight had just been born in an Abandoned World! The process of evolution had been completed, the aura of darkness had been completely absorbed and now a black figure like a shadow with a three-dimensional appearance floated there. Intimidating red eyes stared at the area filled with earth grains, he felt the increasingly weakened presence of his Master there which became the center of the monsters' attacks. Having just finished evolving, he felt happy and proud of himself, as it could be more useful to his Master, but was soon plagued with sickening scenery.

    He screamed in anger. His shout was like it was aimed at the – flying monsters that were attacking his Master. The sound waves in the form of high-frequency ultrasonics are given dark energy in his voice that makes the psychic energy of the monster – monster is chaotic, making those who are mindless creatures, increasingly made senseless. Suddenly, they attacked each other violently, regardless of whether they were friends or opponents.

    Zaldot immediately flew up, darting towards his Master. He was very worried about the condition of his master whose existence was weakening. By the time he would soon be there, his Master's whereabouts could no longer be felt. He panicked, so panicked, he who had no mouth and only self-desire was the image of a creature, shouted his Master.

    “Master!!” he said he screamed unconscious. Upon his arrival, the airflow he carried blew away the dust grains that were still scattered.

    Veroa seemed to be standing up gallantly, but he did not make any movement. He was like a statue with a high aesthetic, but his eyes still emitted a resolute look as usual. His body had lost the energy of life. Hence, Zaldot did not feel the aura of his Master's existence. That is, whoever he is that has lost the energy of life, he is dead. But, Zaldot has not realized that he has not disappeared. However, if the Master dies, the contracted spirit will die, as well as the summoned creature.

    The soul of Veroa is still there and has not left its body. It was just that, even though he was still there and fused with his body, this case was like someone who had run out of energy and was unable to move his body, but his consciousness was still there. However, the level experienced by Veroa is higher and involves life and death. Life energy is like body stamina which is the link between motor nerves and central nerves. No stamina, no matter how much power he has, he will not be able to move his body.

    Veroa's consciousness was still floating within his subconscious. This phenomenon was actually a rare phenomenon and only those with high soul power could do so. That is, those with soul power who are qualified to happen like the case of Veroa, before his body is destroyed, he can stay alive, if his life energy is fully recovered.

    Actually, the voice above them was very noisy with the sound of a fire explosion in the sky, but, both Veroa whose life energy had been depleted could not hear or did not know the condition outside his body, but, as for Zaldot, he felt useless as a summoned creature and his feelings raged, having no motivation to live. He simply stood in front of his Master's body with a blank look.

    In the sky, there had been many fallen monsters hit by his friend. Some were seriously injured, some were burned. Their minds were still muddled and only knew that they had to attack with fire magic while flying in the sky. It was an absolute order from his Master, but their aim of attacking had been lost to the sound waves issued by Zaldot.

    Time passed, no one knows for sure, but the monster – monster from which originally numbered in the thousands, is now thinning and reaches hundreds only.