The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Last lady
The village lay desolate under the dim, oppressive sky. A chilling wind swept through the empty streets, rattling loose shutters and dragging along stray bits of debris. Once a lively haven for merchants and travelers, the settlement now stood as a hollow shell of its former self. The smell of ash and despair hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the chaos that had swept through not long ago. Doors hung ajar, creaking with every gust, and the eerie silence was punctuated only by the occasional howl of the wind.

Three figures trudged through the abandoned village. At first glance, they seemed unremarkable: a young girl, a woman whose aura radiated holy energy—a rare phenomenon in the planes—and two men who carried themselves with an air of quiet dominance. The stark contrast between their appearances and the desolation around them painted a picture of quiet power, enough to make the faint-hearted flee without a second thought.

Jack walked ahead, his boots crunching softly against the dusty ground, alongside Zamazo, the demon overlord. The air around Zamazo seemed to shimmer subtly, bending reality itself as his dormant power seeped into the atmosphere. Behind them, Alisha and Missy followed in uneasy silence.

“I can’t believe your aura affects the world this much,” Jack remarked, glancing at Zamazo from the corner of his eye. His tone carried a faint note of amusement, though his posture remained alert.

“It’s not unusual,” Zamazo replied, his voice calm, almost bored. “This part of the planes is my domain. The land itself reacts to my power. It’s the same for the other demon overlords. I’ve been holding back as much as I can, but even then…” He gestured vaguely at the empty village around them.

Jack nodded, his expression unreadable.

Behind them, Alisha’s heart seethed with frustration. Every step she took felt heavier than the last, not from fatigue but from the weight of her conflicting emotions. Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails biting into her palms.

‘How could I have been so naive?’ she thought bitterly. ‘I trusted him. I let my curiosity override my judgment, and now I’m paying the price.’

She cast a wary glance at Jack’s back. Despite his calm demeanor, she couldn’t shake the memory of the destruction he had wrought. His power was beyond anything she’d ever faced, and she hated the helplessness it made her feel. Yet, part of her couldn’t deny the truth—he had saved her and Missy from Naon. But why? What purpose did they serve in his grand scheme?

Missy clung to Alisha’s side, her small hand clutching the hem of her sister’s robe. The girl’s wide eyes darted nervously between Jack and Zamazo. She sensed Alisha’s turmoil but said nothing, too afraid to break the fragile tension that hung in the air.

Alisha’s frustration reached a boiling point. Her gaze hardened, and a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes. She began channeling her mana with painstaking precision, forming a small dagger of pure light in her hand. The weapon was nearly invisible, designed for stealth and assassination. Even the faintest trace of holy energy was concealed—a technique she had perfected after years of training.

‘This ends now,’ she thought, her resolve steeling.

Just as she prepared to strike, Jack came to an abrupt halt.

“Did you sense it?” Zamazo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jack didn’t answer immediately. He turned his head slightly, his piercing gaze landing on Alisha. “We’re demons,” he said coolly. “Our sense of holy energy shouldn’t be underestimated. Even a speck of it is like a beacon to us.”

Alisha froze, her breath catching in her throat.

Jack sighed, his tone tinged with disappointment. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

The words hit her like a slap. She felt her chest tighten with a mix of anger and humiliation.

“For a moment,” she spat, her voice trembling with fury, “I thought you were different. I thought there was some truth in your words. I followed you here to find answers, to understand what you’re after—but all you’ve done is deceive me!”

She raised the dagger of light, her mana flaring wildly. “I would rather die than stay with you for another second!”

“Alisha, wait!” Missy cried, her voice desperate.

But Alisha didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, her dagger aimed directly at Jack’s heart. Her mind raced with thoughts of revenge, of redemption. Even if her chances were slim, she would fight until her last breath.

To her shock, Jack and Zamazo vanished in an instant, reappearing behind her. The motion was so seamless, so effortless, that it felt almost mocking.

“You know,” Zamazo said, resting a hand on Jack’s shoulder, “the previous lady of light was much smarter than this.”

Alisha froze mid-turn, her heart pounding in her chest. “The… previous lady?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zamazo smirked. “Yes, the one before you. She was powerful, I’ll admit. A formidable opponent. It’s a shame what happened to her.”

Alisha’s blood ran cold. Her grip on the light dagger faltered, and it dissolved into nothingness. The mention of her predecessor, the legendary mage of light who had disappeared without a trace, sent a wave of dread crashing over her. The church had always kept her fate a closely guarded secret, but Alisha had vowed to uncover the truth.

“What do you know about her?” she demanded, her voice trembling. “What happened to her?”

Zamazo’s smirk widened. “Ah, so you’re curious now? Let’s just say… she overstepped her bounds.”

Alisha’s eyes burned with fury and anguish. The crown of light began to form above her head, her mana surging uncontrollably. “Tell me what you did to her!” she screamed.

Jack sighed, his expression unreadable. “Zamazo, what do you think we should do to her if she keeps this up?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

Zamazo chuckled, his scythe appearing in a flash of dark energy. “She’s starting to become a nuisance, we might have to kill her”

Alisha’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the two demons before her. The air around them crackled with power, and for the first time, she truly understood the gap between them. She was outmatched, outclassed—but she refused to back down.

‘I won’t die without a fight,’ she thought, her resolve hardening once more.

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