Pleiades City

A dark city named Pleiades the sound of rain hitting the floor was heard. At night Pleiades shined bright with its neon lights that hung onto skyscrapers and dirty streets. Criminals run the streets and the weak died out leaving nothing but the strong.

Nakashiko stood at the top of a skyscraper with a cloak on as it flowed perfectly through the wind. Nakashiko was now 19 years old and had finished his travels around the world finding mythical items and learning about dark magic. Finally gaining the strength he needed to strike the evil that ruined his life.

He now usually wore slick black, combat shoes that enhanced his physical abilities. He also wore thick black pants that were held by a black belt with the shiniest silver metal. He had a white button up shirt with a black tie and his black cloak. His hair had a deep coal like color and it was almost covered his eyes. It was messy with sleek white hairs being mixed in with the rest.

His body was firm and his skin was as white as a ghost leaving a messy look. His eyes were big but sharp and they had this menacing look about them.

Nakashiko stood in front of a crowd of people that were covering his path of leaving. The city of Pleiades had rankings of the criminals and a leader. Most of the criminals maybe even all of them listened too the leader because of the power they held.

The leader ran the city and it was about 2 months ago that Nakashiko had completely destroyed him for position of leader. Their old leader was kind and was loved by most of the city and they stood in front of Nakashiko ready to get their revenge on the person who murdered their friend.

Nakashiko took out a scythe out of his Cloak of Infinity as he got ready to fight. The scythe had a disgusting, gut wrenching aura, and along with that a very depressing one. That blade had certainly not had a good life. Even though that blade had a horrible aura it looked untouched as if an Angels touch was left upon it.

Everyone in the alley looked frightened when he took out the weapon as though he had used it before.

Group battles usually have different departments where each of them contribute in a different way. Usually they are used for dungeon fights or other things but 1 against almost 100 would go completely different. All of those attack departments are aimed straight at the person and thus its almost impossible to win.

Nakashiko stood with no hesitation and fear staring them down as they got prepared to rip him apart.

Some would question Nakashiko and why he was so cold and heartless but really he was just doing what he thought was right. He knew it was a dark and bloody road but he stared it head on knowing why he was doing it.

The crowd ran at Nakashiko a couple yelling to encourage themselves because deep down most of them were scared. Most of the criminals had run away from home because of abusive parents and a lot of them were misunderstood.

Nakashiko stayed firm looking at them head on as they started their battle.

Magic users were placed on the sides of the crowd and most weapon specialists were placed on the front. They had a formation set up that Nakashiko didn't know of.

Balls of fire shot out from the running crowd as Nakashiko simple waved his hand as a black force of what looked like smoke deformed the balls of fire. Using that black force he compressed it into a ball blowing it up creating a smoke bomb. The alley they were fighting was quickly enveloped in smoke letting there eyes to be blocked.

Each member stood in their place wondering when the smoke would clear but it never did even after a minute of waiting. A sharp laughter was heard as blood aching screams were heard all around the alley way as the floor was painted in blood.

Nakashiko flew through the crowd scythe in hand letting the blade soak in blood. He cut one down and quickly flew into a wall as he continued the cycle.

"Idiots."

Nakashiko cut through the smoke with his blade opening up the scene to see no one standing but him. Nakashiko signed as he cleaned the curved blade.

"CHHH"

A gun shot bullet echoed through the alley so loud that Nakashiko's eardrum felt personally attacked. Nakashiko quickly turned to find a gun shot trail left behind and saw that the bullet could have easily hit him. Nakashiko now knew that they had to be a gunsmith team placed on a building.

Waving his hands we filled the air with mysterious black fog making the air seem heavy and the night quiet. The team was placed onto a building high up with snipers aiming through the god trying to find him.

"Activate the thermals!"

Every sniper turned on their thermals to look through the fog and found that he was no where in sight. The black fog disappeared leaving nothing but Nakashikos black cloak on the floor.

Confused, the team decided to jump down there and check out what was happening. Like stated before Nakashiko had left his cloak and had seemingly vanished. A man picked up the cloak and examined looking through it to find a red crystal that had been glowing.

"What is this?"

"I have no idea," a man said as he scratched his head.

"Wait.. th-thats a bom-"

Nakashiko looked on from a distance as a wave of air brushed his hair back. He smiled happily and praised himself as he walked away from an entire collapse of a city.