Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

WELCOME TO VOLUME SIX!

Confusion spread across the group of survivors, everyone wondering what had become of the archmage and the cultists.

"Did the archmage succeed in landing the finishing blow? He was just a few seconds away from finishing off the last evil cultist when that strange darkness enveloped everywhere."

"What really happened? The darkness this time was unlike the one that appeared when those bastards first appeared. Could it be that there was another portal? And both the archmage and the cultist left through the portal?"

"Are they dead?"

Different assumptions spread across the group as everyone tried to come up with an answer to their current situation.

Dragun was even confused. Despite his knowledge about the activities of the cult of ember justice, he had never experienced such devastating darkness before.

He had no clue about anything that happened.

The spy knights, just like the other survivors were extremely worried and confused about the situation.

"D'andre is alive."

Rowan spoke out, causing everyone to turn their eyes in his direction, wondering how he knew.

"Why do you say so?"

The spy knights asked Rowan.

Rowan shrugged, "My hearing sense is pretty advanced, I heard the sound of someone tearing a magic slip. Only D'andre could possess such an artifact in a place like this."

Rowan lied.

Telling them that he saw the archmage disappear was a better action to take a point like this. But that would only draw unwanted attention to himself.

What if these people start asking about what happened to the bodies of the cultists?

What if the masked figure gets to learn that he actually saw him and starts sending cultists to get him?

He could not risk his life and that of his territory by telling the truth so he simply lied.

"Even if you have great hearing sense, hearing from such a distance is still impossible."

As expected, the spy knights did not believe him.

"What is he saying? How can we even believe him?"

"Strong hearing sense my foot. He is the weakest amongst us and his senses should be weaker than ours."

The other survivors also doubted his words.

Even Eliman did not believe that his friend was telling the truth.

Riela and Dragun wanted to believe but they failed to do so, knowing how impossible such a feat was.

Rowan felt no obligation to explain to them at this point.

The more he tries to prove his point, the more the chances of him drawing unwanted attention to himself, grows.

Thankfully, the truth revealed itself.

"Look over there, the archmage, he is alive."

Eliman drew the attention of the crowd to the sky where D'andre had just appeared.

Everyone turned their heads in that direction right away.

Seeing the archmage, collective sighs of reliefs escaped their mouths. They began discussing happily amongst themselves.

The appearance of the archmage reignited their hope.

Meanwhile, the archmage stood and observed everywhere calmly.

Then he disappeared.

The next moment, a strong wind pressure appeared above the group and the figure of the archmage appeared above them.

D'andre was still dressed in a neat white robe. There wasn't a single stain of blood or dirt on his clothes. It was as though he never fought.

He had a calm expression on his face as he stared down at the survivors.

"The cultists are gone, you're safe now."

His gentle voice settled amongst the survivors and they exploded into jubilation right away.

Hugging each other and jumping around, they celebrated the great news. Some even fell down on the ground and cried tears of joy.

"We survived."

Riela cried out happily and hugged Rowan who stood silently and watched the others celebrating, he had no reaction to the news as though he didn't believe that he was finally free.

He was quickly distracted from his conflicting thoughts by the hug of his wife. He reciprocated the hug and perked his wife on the forehead lovingly with a faint smile on his face.

Riela was so overjoyed with the assurance of freedom that she failed to notice the fake smile her husband displayed to hide his thoughts.

D'andre stared down at the group of survivors with a calm expression. On one side of his mind, he felt accomplished seeing the joyful expression but at the same time, he felt really bad knowing that he had just lied to them.

'That presence I felt before teleporting away. It took the corpse of the two brothers.'

That was the sad reality.

D'andre was not certain if the dark blood brothers are actually dead.

He had managed to kill Xandros and was about to finish off the other one when that powerful presence appeared.

But the owner of that powerful presence he felt had taken both of them away from the battlefield.

'If they could raise those powerful inhuman soldiers, they could possibly raise those two brothers back from the dead.'

D'andre knew this very well — The cult of ember justice are capable of every impossible thing you could ever think of.

If he told these people the truth, they would not be celebrating right now — They would be thinking of a way to end it all instead.

He made up his mind — Before those bastards returned to the surface again, he would strive hard to be stronger than he is currently.

Both D'andre and Rowan shared the same affirmation in their heart.

Both have experienced true power, both have felt the dread of true powers and both of them wanted that power for themselves.

D'andre heaved a long sigh and descended to the ground.

"Gather around, I will activate a teleportation formation that would send all of you to the castle of might. From there on, you'll be taken to your home."

He said.

Everyone nodded and maintained themselves while D'andre drew a complex teleportation formation on the ground with special chalk. It only took the archmage about five minutes to complete the drawing despite how complex it was.

The survivors stood inside the teleportation formation and d'andre chanted.

The magic formation glowed intensely for a few seconds and then the next seconds, everyone found themselves at the castle of might.