All of Greg Gareth's horrendous life flashed before his eyes.
A tear falls from his cheek as a smile formed on his face. He is kind of relieved at least his torment would end. So much suffering he had endured.
Finally the blade passed through his neck. His body didn't move as his hand stayed connected to the crystal ball.
boom*
Clouds gathered as his head fell from his body.
They condensed in the sky until it becomes an inky black sea. There is no lightning or thunder to follow just pure darkness.
It unsettled all who looked at it as they could make out barely distinguishable figures moving in the clouds.
The crystal ball also turns a deep black color which shot up a beacon connecting to the center of the swarm of clouds.
The head of Greg Gareth is about to hit the ground but it is stopped a the last second by a hand that reaches out of the shadow his head created.
The hand brings his head up and puts it on his neck. A black line runs across his neck like stitches reattaching it to his body.
Everyone stares in shock as they bare witness to a boy avoid death in the most extravagant way possible.
The burly man took his eyes off the boy to gaze at the crystal ball. What he saw further broke his mind.
"A...A...ASCENSION GRADE POTENTIAL!" The man couldn't help but scream. Every adult was absolutely breathless.
The burly man continues on shouting. "HE"S ALSO A SUMMONER!"
The children have a limited understanding of what ascension grade potential was. Yet they have never heard of a class before.
so hearing this confused them but the looked to Greg in awe, none of the less.
The adults there on the other hand are surprised once again.
Because the common class knowledge was classes only developed enough, to be read at [rank C]. Like elements, the classes were separated into four main branches combat, utility, techniques, and law.
Combat is the branch specialized in fighting and it divided into combat types, such as attack, defense, and support.
Utility is the branch specialized in production, technology, or service. This didn't divide further but many people occupied this category.
Techniques is the branch specialized in ways to strengthen your capabilities with your element. Technique class could develop either the combat and the utility direction.
They can be taught to people without the technique as long as it class branch, and developed and strengthened by another similar technique user. Few could even be taught be people utilizing different elements of no elements at all.
Making it a powerful cultivation class.
Law is the last branch it specialized in command. A law creates a domain where the command is under effect and the more overarching the law then the more powerful.
It is the rarest and strongest class.
For example a law stating "All fire is under my command." Laws can be broken through strength or will.
Another crazy thing Begins as the sky starts to swirl around right above the crystal ball.
The shadows created by the clouds formed a pillar of darkness around the arena. All the darkness in the sky and in the pillar was pulled toward the crystal ball.
After seconds passed a creature appears seemingly from out of nowhere. It was a black lizard around about a foot long.
It sits on the crystal ball and with beady eyes staring at Greg.
This lizard has a mound of scales running down it's back. It's nails were sharp and its tail was long enough to wrap around the crystal ball twice.
"Bare witness to my glory for you have been granted my presence." The lizard spoke directly into Greg's mind.
It had a gruff and evil voice. Its words are arrogant and radiating violence.
'what do you mean? Who are you?' Greg questions confused by the voice in his head. Surprisingly he feels no fear towards the creature who appeared from thin air.
"I'm Gareth Blackwell a king in the abyss. Now I am here to TAKE MY REVENGE!" The voice booms, echoing across his mind as the lizard leaps onto Greg's left shoulder.
"It's time for you to go to the next field." The burly man states apprehensively.
Greg turns to look at him and asked. "why did you people kill my father?"
His eyes are cold as he glares into the man's soul. In his mind, Gareth was constantly releasing hate as he looks through the boy's memories.
This hate and malice is slowly filling his head, making his thoughts race and heart burn!
"You don't have the right to ask me questions right now so go to the field NOW! This is the last time I'm asking you." The burly man commands shakily as the four men in black draw closer.
Suddenly the voice of Gareth chimed in.
"Listen Greg, right now I am not strong enough to break you out of here. Neither are you, so do as they say then when the time comes we will slaughter them all and save your mother." A tear rolls down his face as he silently agrees.
He walks over to the field and waits with the others who have talents. He doesn't talk much nor did he move much.
He is still trying to process the fact that he just died on top of all the other things that happened.
In his head he can hear all of Gareth's malicious thoughts. "KILL, THEY WILL BE GOOD SOURCES OF POWER!"
this is all he repeats and it takes all Greg's focus to stop him from acting on his new partner's urges.
Soon after all of the kids finished the testing. Out of the hundred there are only 70 kids left. The kids all have blank expressions and some take glances at Greg.
they soon turn their attention upwards.
A man is walking on air, leaving a ornate stone banister. he wears a black suit with a silver tie. He has dress shoes on and a black mask over his face, which only had the eye holes silver.
The feeling he gives of is that of a mob boss or politician.
He starts to speak when he sees everyone clearly looking at him. "Now that you are all gathered here, you have another test."
His voice booms across the entire field. "You will fight to the death until 10 of you are left."
The kids open there eyes wide in surprise and begin to look at each other. None of them wants to kill the others that had been captured with them.
But they also didn't want to die. Fear an apprehension sit in their hearts. At the same time some have thoughts of doing whatever it takes to live.
"Now that you have had a moment to realize what I said, it's time to begin." With that said, he walks back to the banister along the wall.
It took a moment for everyone to realize that it had started.
One boy with red wild red hair and a large bulky body balls his fists. Stone covers it as he slammed his fist down on the boy next to him who didn't expect this attack.
His skull immediately caves in as he is thrusted head first into the ground. The boy had died and everyone saw this.
No longer was fear an option if the wished to live.
All out brawl immediately broke out everyone starts attacking each other with the newly found power.
Greg looks over and sees one girl who has a vine element and high-grade potential. she has long green hair with a despondent look on her face.
She is surround by three boys and one girl looking to kill her.
She looks at them as her glare turns cold.
Two use fire, one use earth and the last uses a rare earthquake element. They rushed towards the girl from all directions.
Suddenly a green aura glows from her hands.
Vines rip out from the ground and begin to lash out at the group of kids they are quickly killed by the barrage of attacks.
The girl kept her cold glare as she sit in the middle of the vines curled up in the fetal position.
None dared to approach her.
15 are already killed and Suddenly another 3 kids come towards Greg. They all have air elements with one having a rare tornado element.
He can no longer hold back, as the rage he tried to contain broke out. He steps toward the group as a black shadow circle stretched out from his feet.
His eyes turn black and he was ready to kill!