Turning Point -2

The ground trembled beneath their feet, and a chilling breeze swept through the arena, stinging like a warning. The air grew dense, thick with a pressure that weighed down on everyone present, as a figure cloaked in blood-red fabric descended from the sky. His presence was suffocating, the very atmosphere bending to his will as he floated toward the center of the arena, the dark sky swirling around him like a storm.

His voice rang out, unnervingly calm and confident, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Ah, foolish mortals! Do you see? Your so-called deity, the one you clung to with trembling hands, has abandoned you. In the face of the abyss, he turned away, powerless, unable to endure the infinite weight of his own falsehood. And now? Now this forsaken earth, this wretched sphere of suffering, belongs to us-the worshippers of sin! We, who embrace what your fragile hearts recoil from, who revel in the depths where light dares not tread. Your prayers? They are but whispers lost in a void that never listens. Look around you it's despair, for this is the truth, and it is ours!

Amon stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. He stared at the figure, the feeling of dread gnawing at him. It wasn't just the power emanating from the cloaked figure; it was the sheer malevolent aura that suffused the arena, making everything feel wrong.

Leeon's voice trembled beside him, breaking the stunned silence. "What kind of aura is this?!" His eyes widened in disbelief. "It... surpasses even an Elder Deity's."

Amon's body burned with rage, his fists clenched. He couldn't just stand there, not after what had happened to Elder Wei. He pushed past his fear, his voice breaking the silence like a storm. "How dare you kill Elder Wei?!" he shouted, his chest heaving. "I'll fucking kill you! I'll kill you, you piece of shit!"

Before Amon could take a step forward, Ying Yue's hand shot out, grabbing his arm with surprising force. Her grip was firm, yet the coldness in her voice was even more so. "No," she said, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze. "He's way out of your league. You'll get yourself killed."

Amon froze, his anger still bubbling just beneath the surface. He could feel the heat of his resolve, but Ying Yue's words struck him like a reality check."Dammmit"

Leeon, who had already moved to drag Zhao Wei to his feet, shouted urgently. "We don't have a chance against him, Amon. Do you even know what that aura means? An Elder Deity is considered the strongest being on this planet, but that " He gestured frantically, pulling Zhao Wei toward the exit. "That is something else. His power, his presence it's beyond anything we've ever faced. We need to leave, now!"

Amon hesitated, the weight of the situation sinking in. He knew Leeon was right. They were outclassed. But the anger still burned in him, the desire for vengeance still simmering under the surface.

He barely registered Leeon's next words. "Amon! Use the wind amulet I gave you! Fly! Take Ying Yue with you. We need to get out of here!"

Without thinking, Amon grabbed the amulet around his neck, feeling the familiar surge of wind magic fill him. It lifted him off the ground, the gusts pulling him into the air. He quickly grabbed Ying Yue's arm, pulling her with him as they began to fly toward the edge of the arena.

But as they neared the exit, the cloaked figure's voice cut through the chaos, filled with venom. "Pesky mortals," he sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

Amon's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't thought they were in the clear, but hearing that voice again made him realize this was only the beginning.

The wind around them howled, but even as they flew, the sense of dread grew heavier. Amon couldn't shake the feeling that the true battle was just starting, and he was already in over his head.