"Run, Gerald!" his guardian, Thomas, roared.
Gerald and his guardian Thomas were inside a burning castle. Flames blazed everywhere, and a mysterious seven-petal flower symbol was formed from the flames. The stench of dead bodies was everywhere. Silhouettes surrounded the castle, riding on gigantic monsters that seemed to encompass the world.
How did it come to this? Gerald thought, rage clouding his mind. Why are we being chased like this? What sin have we committed? Why are the heavens punishing us so?
For as long as he could remember, Gerald and his guardian Thomas were constantly chased by these figures. Scenery after scenery flashed by Gerald's mind, memories of the places that had been utterly ravaged by their pursuers.
Now in this castle, they were entirely trapped, with no hope of escape out of their situation.
Despair flashed past Thomas's mind. But it was gone immediately. A trace of determination filled his face.
I may perish, but the Young Master must survive, he thought to himself.
He looked at the shaking child in his arms. "You are our last remaining hope," he whispered, caressing the boy's soft tender cheeks. "Brother Cyrus has entrusted me with your survive. It is of the utmost importance."
Then thinking to himself, It seems I can only use that now.
He took out an ancient, battered-looking book and carefully placed it in the boy's arms. He took a talisman and pressed it to the boy.
"I will send you off now," he said. "We will never meet again."
"B-but what about you, Thomas?" the boy's wide, shining eyes filled with tears.
"The talisman will keep your traces secret and send you to a location millions of light-years away. You will be free from your pursuers, but this comes at the cost of permanently sealing the invincible powers you had with you since birth," Thomas said, ignoring the boy's question. "I have left a message for you in your mind when you get stronger. Farewell, Young Master."
He pressed the talisman, and the boy vanished instantly.
The emotions in Thomas's eyes disappeared. A look of ultimate hatred and fury crossed his face.
"You Ulkatomi Guard f****** have been chasing me and Young Master for long enough. Let me send you on your way to the underworld!" Thomas snarled, an incomparably twisted expression appearing on his formerly handsome, jade-like features.
"Forbidden Lionheart Family Art, Kami's Blaze, activate!" Thomas roared. "My life ends after a single activation of this technique, but I will take all of you down with me!"
His body became as massive as a planet and started blazing with flames. His originally youthful look changed from an elegant scholar's to an old and weary man with wrinkles quickly appearing.
He rushed forward, slamming his fists. Pursuer after pursuer perished, burning into ashes.
His remaining pursuers stopped, hesitating about whether they should attack him or defend themselves until the effects of the technique wore off and Thomas perished. Then, a man pushed his way forward.
"As expected. You were hiding here, Thomas. Dumaran Castle, the greatest and most ancient place of relics in the entire Waran Galaxy. The castle itself can withstand the bombardment of a thousand men at the half-step Sky Emperor stage. A good choice for defense. Unfortunately, I, the captain of the Ulkatomi Guards, am here. It ends now, " the man leered.
His features were handsome enough, his nose sharp and pointed. His long dark hair draped over his shoulders. His smooth skin was almost like a baby's. His pale, thin, slender hands carried a sword in each of them. Just looking at him would have caused any woman to turn red, but for one thing. His eyes. They had no iris in them. He was not human.
Thomas stopped his attacks. "Bobby Farfetcher," he said. "The Reaper. However, you people have come too late. The Young Master is gone."
"So?" Bobby Farfetcher sneered. "We will find him. He will not escape his fate. As for you, you are a traitor, wanted across the worlds, and to be executed at the earliest opportunity, which is now. Goodbye Thomas, nice knowing you."
He slashed his sword once. The attack was so great that Thomas did not even have time to resist. Thomas's head was lopped off. Bobby grabbed it and placed it in his bag.
"Inform Him that the traitor was executed. The other One has escaped, but his days are numbered. Start the search!" So saying this, Bobby's features changed, twisting and turning into a multitude of different figures. "He cannot escape. Find him!"