Chapter 239 – Legend of the Masked Children (IX)

Chapter 239

Legend of the Masked Children (IX)

The world was pretty, Light thought.

The looming pavilions of the city faded like smoke and were instead replaced by a milky-white haze. It was calm and pretty, like a stone garden.

She stepped out onto the stage, as it were, and waited until the shadows, like tendrils, began forming into a figure. One, two, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred…

She couldn’t count past that, growing frustrated and pouting. She’d have to get that silly Master of hers to teach her numbers–what if she got embarrassed like this again?!

There were a lot of them.

So, so, so many of them that they swarmed the entire world.

Why did they come here? That was what she pondered inwardly. It couldn’t be that they came here to die–that would be silly. But there were so many of them–literal thousands swarming the city. She felt them, all of them, but also… not.

She was rather well-versed in seeing Life Qi everywhere–and though they all had it, it was in disarray. Odd. Imperfect. Altered.

But she didn’t think too deeply on it–it was not her place to think. As Senior Brother said, all she had to do was make them go to sleep.

He was silly, too, she giggled–they wouldn’t be going to sleep! They’d die! Dying is very different than going to sleep, after all. She wished her mama and papa went to sleep instead, but… they didn’t.

And neither would anyone here.

She heard them talk, wondering why there was a child. They were relaxed and confused in equal measure, and she loathed it; she loathed her own small body, that it made her seem inconsequential. Whenever someone looked at her silly Master, they knew that the man was dangerous beyond measure! And smart, too! But not when they looked at her.

She had to prove it.

They were all weak. Or, at least, they were all much weaker than Senior Brother.

She tilted her head to the side when she saw one of them walk up to her, taking off his mask.

It was an ugly man–nowhere near as handsome as her Master–with squirmy eyes and a fancy nose and lips so thin they only ever spoke lies. She didn’t like how he kept standing, looking down on her.

“Little girl–” a head blew up just like that into a shower of blood and gore. Fragments of skull flew out like arrowheads, slamming into nearly twenty other figures and killing them on the spot.

“WHO’S THERE?!”

“GET INTO FORMATION!”

Panic set in rapidly as they all corralled together, though, funnily, nobody was looking at her. But… she didn’t find it funny.

She was insulted.

And she was angry.

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Growling, her twilight eyes turned crimson red as she extended her right arm and opened it, palm facing them. A shroud of annihilating colors appeared in the shape of an inferno. It grew until it consumed the world, falling toward them like a tidal wave.

They didn’t think she was capable of hurting them.

They thought she was just a girl.