Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

The sand under Karyk's feet started turning darker. The freezing winds also came to a sudden stop. The entire place had come to a sudden halt, as if the time itself had

stopped.

Karyk observed the fascination site before his eyes while the King's back was turned towards him.

The King kept chanting a prayer, appearing to be praying to the red sun.

When Karyk looked at the red sun in the sky, he felt a familiar feeling rising from within. It was the same feeling that he felt when he had come to this world.

He was even pushed out of his shadow while his abilities stopped working entirely. His abilities stopped working the same way they didn't work in the future in this realm.

'I thought that the restriction on my abilities was due to some protective mechanism that was left active before the disappearance of the Civilization. It seems I was wrong.'

The disappearance of his abilities had nothing to do with the protective mechanism. Instead, it had everything to do with the red sun and the King's quest for the Divine Will.

Now that Karyk could not hide in the shadows, it was easier to notice him if the King was to just turn around. Fortunately, the King was more immersed in the ceremony. Thanks to that, Karyk could also observe the entire scene much better. He had a better view of the Prince, who was lying on the altar, looking at his father in disbelief.

He clearly wanted to say something, but he was not able to open his mouth. He could not even move his small body that was kept in place on the altar by a mysterious force.

Slowly, multiple cuts started appearing all over his body. From these thousands of cuts, blood trickled out and gathered in the altar.

The King did not spare a second glance to his son, who was pleading for help with his eyes.

The Prince also saw Karyk in the distance, his eyes carrying the same pleading look. He was looking for help. He wanted to be free. It hurts... It hurt too much.

He felt as if multiple sharp needles were being stabbed all over his body. Before he laid on the altar, there was a mask on top of the altar. But now, that same sacrificial mark appeared on his forehead.

His pupils started turning darker while he started losing his vision. For him, the entire world was turning darker and no one was here to help him.

Even Karyk did not help him, who was watching everything like nothing more than a

spectator. For Karyk, this was not the present. These were just the memories of a forgotten past that could never be changed.

Black tears of blood slowly streamed down the young prince's cheeks while the Prince completely lost his vision. He could not even hear the loud chants coming from his father.

He could neither see nor hear. He could not even smell the scent of his blood that had covered his clothes.

After the King finished his chants, he opened his eyes. The entire world went silent the moment he stopped.

He stood up and looked down on his son who was lying on the altar.

A sword came out from the sand next to the Altar. The King grabbed the sword and pulled it out.

"To the Divine Will, I sacrifice my son! Please descend and grace our world with your blessed presence!"

He raised the Sword towards the sky and brought it crashing down to strike his son who could not even see his father's attempt to kill him.

The sword came slashing down, even destroying the space on its path. The sword didn't just sever the space. It severed the cause and effect. It cut through time and space and everything in between.

The sword reached the Prince's throat, but just as it was enough to touch him, the Prince was pulled away.

The Sword struck an empty altar while a metallic sound resounded throughout the place.

The Prince was grabbed by the collar by the person who pulled him away. "Although I know it's not real... I've seen all I had to see. If it's the past, then it's about time to end this past and return to the present."

Karyk held the Prince after saving his life. Even if it was the past, he didn't want to have this illusion end with him watching the Prince's death.

He didn't know what the thief did in the past, but this was enough of being a spectator for him.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"What are you doing here? How dare you interfere in the Ceremony?" The King's disbelief was clearly visible as he stood on the final step.

He had been so close to achieving his ultimate goal, only to have someone disrupt his plans.

"Aren't you his friend? No! You're not from... I see... So this is what they did! Do you even realize the consequences of your actions? Place him back on the altar before it's too late!" The urgency in the King's voice was evident as he commanded Karyk to return the Prince.

In a desperate attempt to reclaim his son, the King lunged forward, reaching out to

snatch the Prince away. However, his efforts were abruptly halted by a resounding thunderclap that reverberated through the sky.

Raising his head, the King saw a crack that had formed in the once-red sun. As the crack widened, mysterious beings emerged from within, resembling humans but adorned with magnificent wings that set them apart from mortal beings. "Archangels?" Karyk muttered, recognising that presence.

"Those bastards! They were just waiting for an opportunity!" The King roared in

rage.

He looked at Karyk with a murderous gaze.

"If you don't want your past, present and future to be destroyed, kill that boy! I will stop the Angels! If you fail, then everything will be gone!"

Karyk had obstructed the King's plan. But still, he told Karyk to end what he began.

He didn't understand why the King even thought that he was going to do it when he stopped him in the first place? And what did he mean by past present and future?

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