The Seeker Infinity

Chapter 33 : Cutthroat

The hooded figure calmly walked out of the restaurant, leaving behind a scene of unimaginable horror, their footsteps the only sound in the eerie silence.

Meanwhile Stefan's footsteps echoed ominously in the abandoned alley as he approached the dilapidated house. The air was thick with an unsettling silence, and the shadows seemed to loom menacingly around him.

The neglected building stood as a testament to the passage of time, its crumbling facade hinting at the darkness that lurked within.

As Stefan knocked on the weathered door, a sense of excitement crept up his face. The lack of response only heightened the tension, until finally, the door creaked open, revealing the weathered face of the old man. Melpomene's eyes narrowed, his expression a mixture of wariness and curiosity.

"Hello... What are you doing here?" The old man's voice was laced with a hint of trepidation, as if he could sense the malevolence radiating from Stefan.

Stefan's gaze hardened, his lips curling into a sinister grin. The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening around them, as if the very atmosphere was responding to the darkness within Stefan.

"Hey, old man, are you Melpomene?" Stefan's words were laced with a menacing undertone, his eyes burning with a malicious intent that sent a shiver down Melpomene's spine.

The old man hesitated, his weathered features betraying a growing sense of unease. "I... I am. What do you want from me?"

Stefan's grin widened, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

Melpomene's eyes blazed with a fierce determination as he use the technique Orve, infusing his arm with the essence of his soul. The air seemed to crackle with energy as he unleashed a devastating punch, his fist glowing with an otherworldly intensity.

Stefan's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Melpomene's fist with an uncanny speed. The old man's eyes widened in shock as he realized that his attack had been effortlessly halted by Stefan's unyielding grip.

Stefan's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent amusement. But before Melpomene could react, Stefan's grip tightened, and his arm began to twist in ways that defied human anatomy. The old man's screams echoed through the alley as his bones shattered and reformed, his flesh contorting like paper in Stefan's grasp.

Melpomene's mind reeled in horror as he watched his arm twist and contort, his very flesh seeming to melt and reform under Stefan's unyielding grip. The pain was indescribable, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of the attack. He could feel his bones breaking, his muscles tearing, and his skin stretching to the breaking point.

Stefan's grip remained unyielding, his eyes burning with an unholy intensity as he twisted and contorted Melpomene's arm. The old man's screams grew hoarse, his body wracked with agony as he struggled to comprehend the sheer brutality of the attack. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and sweat, the darkness closing in around them like a shroud.

Melpomene, his body wracked with agony, summoned the full might of his wind powers. His form became a raging tornado, the air around him churning with a deafening roar. Structures crumbled, debris flying in all directions as the old man's desperate attempt to break free unleashed a maelstrom of destruction.

Yet, despite the overwhelming power of the whirlwind, Stefan's grip remained steadfast. His other hand casually tucked into his pocket, he stood unfazed, his eyes gleaming with a twisted amusement as he weathered the storm with effortless ease.

Melpomene's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the futility of his efforts. No matter how much he poured his soul into his wind-infused attacks, Stefan's hold remained unbreakable, as if the very laws of physics bent to his will.

The realization that his most powerful techniques were utterly powerless against this enigmatic foe sent a wave of despair crashing over Melpomene. His wind powers, once a source of strength and pride, now felt like a cruel joke in the face of Stefan's unnatural might.

Stefan's aura radiated a dark, oppressive energy that seemed to smother the very air around them. The shadows deepened, the world itself bending to his will, as if the very fabric of reality was subject to his command.

Just as Melpomene's desperate struggle seemed to reach its climax, Stefan's expression shifted. With a casual flick of his wrist, he delivered a resounding slap to the old man's head, the impact echoing through the devastated alley.

Melpomene's whirlwind of power faltered, the tornado dissipating as his body went limp. The sheer force of the blow had overwhelmed his senses, leaving him utterly defenseless against Stefan's might.

As Melpomene's consciousness slipped away, the last thing he saw was Stefan's twisted grin, a chilling expression that seemed to mock the futility of his resistance.

The old man's eyes widened in a final, desperate attempt to comprehend the true nature of his adversary, but the darkness claimed him, and he knew no more.

To be continued....