Chapter 27. Draco vs Darth

It was Darth Lancelot again, who kept appearing whenever Hera needed help and never failed to protect her against danger.

"It's you again," Hera said, still in awe after he'd just saved her.

He nodded.

Before time could even pass between them, he brought Hera to a spot far from the crowd surrounding her, placed her on the grass, then stood by her side and watched.

"Stay here. I'll be back," he told her. After looking around himself for any other signs that might betray the presence of an ambush until he vanished into thin air once more, leaving her alone.

Darth returned to where the battle had been raging earlier; Draco was standing with a wide grin plastered across his face.

"Who are you? Who created you?" Draco strode slowly, stopping only a few feet away from Darth.

"You're asking me the wrong question," he replied without skipping a beat or faltering his confident pace. "The right one is, why do you keep slaying numberless humans?"

"And why do you keep intruding? Who are you to intervene with us?" Draco stopped only a few feet away from Darth.

"They're too innocent to obtain this cruelty. This is too much," Darth stated, not bothering to keep the anger out of his voice anymore as he gazed upon the carnage before him. "A power with violence is like a flaming sword forged with fire. It's nonsense."

"You need not greatly care. They never ask for your help. You can just go and let them die." Draco glared at him, but he didn't seem to mind. "And even the girl you saved doesn't truly deserve mercy because the salvation you gave was undeserved!"

"Why so eager to get that girl considering she was just nothing but a human?" Darth inquired, eyes bulged in enraging.

"She wasn't human. She was different," Draco said defiantly. "Don't tell me you had no idea about her? What's the sense of your power if you can't even recognize those who are different from not?"

Darth stayed motionless, striving not to make a reckless move, although he wanted to slay this man internally.

"If I were you, I would not preserve the mortal world, not even that girl, because saving means embracing demise."

Darth's face contorted with indignation. "Don't dare to make threats. You're giving me another reason to take you all out of this world."

In an instant, Darth took off, flying through the air and vanishing from sight without further delay and appeared in the center where greedy werewolves and dragons mercilessly killed innocent people with no remorse, tearing and ripping apart the helpless bodies and leaving their blood everywhere on the land.

With his flaming words, he made his presence known by unleashing hellfire all over those werewolves and dragons, eradicating them with brutal efficiency and reducing them to ash in no time. He hurled his sword in the air, letting it pivot, and plunged into the chest of all the enemy before returning to his hands.

No enemies remained after his onslaught, and with the last breath, the world seemed to have fallen to absolute silence. But this is still considered tragic because numerous people died, and all that had left behind was a pool of blood scattered on the ground; people who survived yet cried in misery and pain while suffering from wounds.

That scenario caused him to feel sickened at heart because he knew better that this was just a prelude and that the war would begin again with the return of that beast to wreak havoc among all the humans again.

"You proved me right!" a loud voice came out of nowhere, startling him to his core.

Draco again seemed satisfied with watching the chaos unfold from afar, with a look of triumph etched on his countenance. And when he caught sight of Darth's expression, he grinned playfully and said, "You are the Red Wolgan."

Darth paid no attention to what Draco had said and walked forward; his footsteps echoed by the heavy sound of his boots as he stepped over dead bodies.

Before he could stop walking further, another presence came out of nowhere. Some wore long coats made of leather with hoods; the rest wore black tunics. They glared at him with a dark and threatening glint in their eyes. When he finally recognized their identity, he continued walking until he stopped in front of them.

"I warned you more than once you shouldn't meddle with the mortal world, but you seemed to enjoy transgressing my words," Darth said with venom.

"It's your fault! You kept on intruding in our mission which supposes to succeed!" the girl clad in a long coat yelled. With that outburst, she transformed into a wolf form and attempted to attack, but Darth quickly let the robust wind catch her midair, flung her far into the distance, and fell to the ground.

"I am not responsible for the actions of mortals. But I am not aimless to watch them die because of a futile outburst of creatures who couldn't fulfill their stupid desire without disseminating terror."

The other two men shifted into a wolf form to take down Darth, but before they could reach him, he released a strong gust of wind, blowing all of them far away. The breeze dissipated, but the astonishment on their faces was evident.

"Enough!" Draco shouted, clearly infuriated. "Your goal is to bring chaos upon our lands. Don't deny the truth." he stepped close to Darth and continued in a menacing voice, "I want you to give me that girl, and don't try to oppose me. Don't be complacent about what you've done because I won't hesitate to kill you... that's the pledge I evilly meant, Magnus Conri."

Darth should feel terrified that Draco knew his identity already. But all he could feel was anger. His eyes flickered from Draco to the three wolves and back to Draco before he articulated his response— a word that offered them a taste of his true courage.