Tymon watched closely as the four klevonians dressed in dark clothing circled him. The sunlight overhead made each of them stand out. He wanted to pursue the mysterious woman from before, but now he had to deal with this.
No. Even then, he needed to stay focused on finding Forgeton.
"I knew it! He really is weak!" one of the klevonians mocked.
"But he has an ascension mark..."
Tymon remained stoic.
"What do you want?" he asked them.
"What do you think?" the tallest one stepped forward. He was a medium-sized guy with reddish-brown skin. He was dressed in brown boots, dark pants with a green covering, and green and black forearm covers. He wore a belt with green claw marks embedded on its center piece, no shirt, but a green light jacket that was open to expose his muscular build, and the cuffs of his jacket had grey fur and stopped halfway past his biceps, with dark green and black fur grafted onto its collar. He had black, mane-like hair and a well-trimmed beard, and across his right eye were two scars. This was definitely the leader of the small band of murderers.
The guy smiled confidently.
"We want your power," he stated as they attacked.
Remaining in his hybrid form, Tymon nimbly skipped across the ground with the klevonians in pursuit, quickly catching up to him. He summoned dark clouds to create more shadows, but he noticed the thick presence of astral-e in the atmosphere restricted his full reach of what it would've been on Earth. Instead of spreading for miles, his darkness only went out a few dozen feet.
Still, the klevonians were surprised when they saw his spirit energy had the qualities of darkness. Tymon skidded to a stop, releasing all of his energy.
"This can't be real, he's a sage!" one panicked, coming to a stop as well. "What's he doing out here?"
"They sent a sage!?" another exclaimed.
"Why are you here? Your master sent you here to find us? How'd they know we were here?"
Tymon silently stared them down, oozing an intimidating aura, causing the klevonian to take a step back before regathering his nerve.
Judging from what they're saying, these guys aren't from Pneuma City. Are they from the Klevonian Army then? Tymon thought. If so, then they could help me meet the Ryfa Pakt. First, though, I need to take them down a peg.
"It doesn't matter," he gritted his teeth in resistance. "Guys, he may be a sage, but so is Gahiji. Besides, his power is the lowest I've ever sensed from someone with an ascension mark. We can take him."
Then the klevonian attacked Tymon.
Tymon noted that Gahiji must be the name of the leader. He also noted that the klevonian that attacked was a zero-klevonian, and quickly slashed the guy's chest with a level of Last Breath just potent enough to cripple him without killing him, causing the klevonian to pass out with a slow-decaying wound.
Tymon hovered intimidatingly off the ground so he could have a better overlook of them.
"He can fly!?" One of the remaining klevonians was surprised. "But that means..."
"Damn," the leader, Gahiji, grunted. "Don't be fooled! He's clearly not as much of a pushover as his power suggests. Flank him!"
The remaining three klevonians leaped from the ground and attacked in unison.
As Tymon easily dodged them since they apparently couldn't fly, he deduced that using shadows and Black Out was his best bet, considering the average klevonian was probably much stronger and faster than he was. Even his spirit enhancement was likely too weak compared to theirs.
His current advantage wouldn't last for long. He knew that the only reason he hadn't been overrun yet was because they were skeptical of the nature of his energy. He needed to strike as soon as he saw an opening to.
The klevonians stopped trying to leap after him and stood back as the leader took the center. When he raised his arms toward Tymon, he remembered them saying he was a sage klevonian, too.
What element does he control? Tymon mused as he hovered. Tymon's hair and clothes began to blow in a breeze when his eyes widened in realization.
Suddenly, he was hit from the side with an overwhelming gust of wind that knocked Tymon around. Then, what felt like a tornado twisted on top of his back and forced him to the ground, but Tymon was able to stop himself by melting into the shadows, exit it from a few dozen feet away, and hover a few feet above the ground as he came to a halt.
Tymon felt his back sting from the impact of the tornado. Any longer and it would've torn a hole through him. He had to admit that this guy's wind was even stronger than anything he felt from Wren. He'd even survive what Naomi said Wren used against her the previous year. Yet this guy's simple tornado could seriously injure him.
Guess I'll have to target the leader, then, Tymon thought to himself.
"All of you dogs from Pneuma City are the same," Gahiji spouted as he and the others walked toward Tymon. The wind around them began to howl unnaturally. "And Forgeton isn't any better. They expect every able klevonian who lives there to join their ranks."
So, they're not with the Klevonian Army either. Then who the hell are these guys?
"Huh?" Tymon dodged another blast of wind. Did he say dogs?
"Look at you. You sold your klevonian pride. Your soul! For what!? Eternal life!" Gahiji exclaimed passionately. "Sure, you'll get it, but you'll turn out like many klevonians who got what they wanted only to leave Cindar out of shame—forever stuck with the memory of subjugating themselves for thousands of years. At least the klevonians of Forgeton have kept their pride. Can you say the same?"
"That's not how my mark works," Tymon began, but was cut off.
"We know how they work!" one of the other klevonians yelled.
"Look, I'm not from here. My mark is a little different from the ones here. It doesn't grant me or my friends the ability to evolve since, as you can see, we lack the power to do so." Tymon told them. "So, my natural lifespan is still only a million years, just like yours."
That's not exactly a lie...Tymon thought, referring to his particular type of immortality.
"Then why accept the mark?" Gahiji asked curiously. "And for it to only give you a boost to this level, just how weak were you without it?"
"Let's just say I wasn't born the typical way. I didn't have my own power, so a pneumarian placed the mark on me at birth, giving me a portion of their power," Tymon explained. "Due to the fragility of the inhabitants of the world I was born in, my mark was more so designed as away to restrict my power, not boost it."
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