Chapter 7

Assasin Aharon charged up an aura around his sword and body, then leapt into the air. The darkness seemed to close in on Joshua, pushing into him, causing constant damage, and Joshua gasped for breath. With a simple swipe of his blade, Joshua was thrown backwards, and looked down at himself. His arm had a bleeding stump at the end of it, where his hand once was.

"Just because this seems like a dream...it's quite real. Now...do you surrender?"

Joshua got his feet, clutching his arm and shook his head.

"Stubborn to the end...poor fool...Heh...Looks like I'll finish you now..."

With a simple leap, he became doubled. Then, both of the copies multiplied until Joshua was surrounded by millions of Assasin Aharons.

With a simple slash, all of the Assasin Aharons began slashing towards Joshua, hitting him, wounding him severly. Before he fell, a golden aura surrounded him and he vanished.

"(-)...I was close to killing him...No matter...He'll pay later..." Aharon laughed.

As Joshua returned to reality, something was wrong...his hand was no longer there. Aharon was right. All of the wounds he had sustained...were real...

Painfully getting to his feet, he quickly found himself discovered by a dark figure, approaching him.

"D-(-) it..." he said, collapsing into unconciousness.