Karma

"You will not obtain that power!" Edgar shouted at the tall figure in front of him.

Desmon a man with deep black eyes, yet also handsome continued to gaze steadily. The aura he emitted remained the same, dangerous and gripping.

They two had been battling for a long time, causing tremors across the continent. Their powers continued to darken the sky, accompanied by flashes of purple.

As everyone watched, souls and bodies paused, momentarily baffled to assess the situation.

Now there was no need to worry, for their battle had reached its final point. Edgar here was cornered, blood flowing from various wounds he had suffered.

"Why don't you just hand over that energy and I will give you a fitting death!" He said coldly, full of confidence.

Edgar gritted his teeth so hard that his forehead creased deeply. Whatever happened, he would guard the pure energy he had held onto for so long. He had been protecting it for the last 150 years, but now, misfortune, or more precisely, the king of darkness had realized that energy was in his hands.

Desmon a creature greedy for power and strength, could not stay still. The pure energy that would make him stronger had to be acquired, no matter what.

Edgar's body had reached its limit; swinging the energy sword in his hand was a challenge. Previously, he could wield it with the grace of a melody carried by the wind.

A ringing sound echoed from Desmon's dark sword. He pointed it at Edgar with a threatening aura.

"I giving you one more warning, will you surrender that energy and die without regret, or will you let life end pitifully?"

For a moment, Edgar's heart stopped, and his pupils widened dramatically. "Heh..." It's a shame that Edgar didn't falter at all; instead, he wore a joyful smile.

"Do you think after guarding this energy for years, I would pass it to someone like you? Of course not..." His eyes squinted to emphasize the finality of his statement.

Desmon closed his eyes for a few seconds before reopening them again. "Then die right here!"

With a quick movement, Desmon shot toward Edgar. His speed was unreadable, and Edgar could only catch a faint shadow of Desmon's sword movement.

At this moment, Edgar's thoughts grew complicated. "This might be the end for me, but..."

Crash...

His hand attempted to lift the sword, to parry the attack. But it was a futile act; the attack was too powerful, leading to a tragic end.

Edgar's consciousness held on for a moment, his vision spinning. In a few seconds, he realized that he couldn't feel any part of his body anymore.

"Yes, that's how it is! It seems I've reached my limit to live! But, what else can I do? Now I hope that energy falls into the right hands, in the life to come, perhaps we can meet..."

His final words concluded his life, and slowly the once vibrant eyes lost their light.

Desmon continued to glare at Edgar's head, finding it irritating. He had expended a lot of energy just to fight him. He had also sustained some injuries that couldn't be instantly healed by regenerative energy, which was frustrating but also satisfying.

For over 500 years, he had been seeking the pure energy that would enhance his power. Now, it was finally within his grasp.

The energy still emitted light in Edgar's lifeless hand, and Desmon slowly approached it. His fingers twitched impatiently, eager to grasp the pure energy resembling pearls in a black sea.

"I will become powerful! With this, nothing will be able to defeat me..."

As he reached for the energy, the bright light suddenly dimmed. Gradually, it shrank until it disappeared completely.

"No..." Desmon immediately realized this energy was not what he sought. "Where did he hide that energy?"

Using sensing magic, he tried to locate where Edgar had hidden the pure energy. He examined every inch of Edgar's body, even tracing the path of their previous battle, which had extended for thousands of meters. The result was disappointing; he found nothing but emptiness.

"Damn..." His exclamation split the clouds, creating a straight path across the sky. Anyone who heard this cry would die. "Why can't I suddenly reach the energy, I want to? Why is this happening again..."

Hunting for pure energy had consumed Desmon's time and energy; he had even caused damage across various realms. Yet, when his journey was about to end, the energy disappeared from his sight.

Unbeknownst to Desmon, Edgar had planned for this eventuality. He had hidden the energy within a special wind source that would never cease within the world's energy cycle.

Thanks to Edgar's considerable abilities, the energy gradually diminished as it revolved around the continent, finally coming to a halt and falling to a certain location.

The wind guided the energy into a house, entering a newborn baby's basket, and the baby swallowed it.

"Waa..."

The sound of the baby's cries reverberated through the room, startling those present, then hurried to the basket.

The tiny baby shocked everyone; even its mother, who had just given birth, cried tears of amazement.

"It's a miracle!" exclaimed the midwife.

Seeing his child crying incessantly, a man named Edmon tried to lift the baby. He gently raised the baby's hand a few times to provide comfort, and it worked—the tiny baby stopped crying.

"My child, you must grow up to be a great young man!" Edmon muttered.

This small family savored a day filled with gratitude; their newborn baby had safely arrived. Little did they know the first cry echoed that day would resonate in the ears of various creatures.

Those with special abilities saw this as an unexpected surprise. A great power had returned. It didn't feel like a threat, but whether it was a blessing or a curse remained uncertain.

Nine months passed since the baby's birth, and the Edmon family was slightly taken aback by the strangeness that ensued.

Their baby had bright white pupils like glass that reflected the vastness of the sky. This frightened them; typically humans were born with normal, black-and-white pupils.

Today, a trusted and experienced healer examined Zeion, the baby with white eyes.

The healer was at a loss to explain this, continuously captivated by the warmth radiating from the baby's eyes.

"How is it?" Edmon inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.

The healer remained busy observing, cupping his chin to ensure no mistake in his assessment. Then, he turned to face Edmon. "This is a rare case; your baby likely possesses a significant amount of energy..."

__To Be Continued__