Re:Immortal

Back on the mortal plane, Silas's figure left a trail of light in the sky as he made his way towards his destination, the Knowledge Keeper's sect. Although the war was won, and the mortal realm seemed to have sustained no damage, Silas was still worried, he was the current sect master after all.

Soon, he flew over the familiar giant cliff and into the mountain range before reaching the small secluded village. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he glanced at the unscathed village.

As soon as he landed, a group of disciples rushed forward to greet him as they quickly dropped to their knees in respect and called out.

"We greet the esteemed Grandmaster!" Their voice joined together as they yelled.

A small satisfied smile made its way unto Silas's face as he nodded. A young brown-haired disciple who was leading the other disciples looked up at Silas with sparkling eyes as he asked.

"Did we win the war Grandmaster?" Hearing his question, the other disciple's ears perked up as they stared at Silas with awe-filled eyes.

Silas smiled as he looked at Hann, the brown-haired disciple. He then gave a slight nod of confirmation before speaking.

"It's a bit more complicated than that, we won the battle but not the war." He said causing the others to widen their eyes in shock as they descended to silence.

Hann was the one to break the silence as he asked. "So it isn't over yet?"

Shaking his head, Silas ruffled Hann's hair before speaking. "You shouldn't worry too much about such stuff, even if the sky were to fall I'd still carry it on my shoulders, so you guys should focus on your cultivation and work hard."

Hearing his words, the disciples were extremely moved as they bowed their heads even lower their foreheads touching the ground as they kowtowed.

"We will definitely work hard to not disappoint you, Grandmaster!" Yelled out Hann, the disciples behind him soon followed suit.

"We will definitely work hard to not disappoint the Grandmaster!"

"Good. I see that Dina already huddled back inside her pagoda." Nodded Silas before turning to glance at the pagoda which stood at the edge of the village.

"About that, the miss seemed to have a lot on her mind, she ignored everyone and hasn't gone out in the past days." Said Hann with an awkward expression.

"Hmm? Where's Mace?" He asked.

"Master Mace should be standing guard outside of the miss's pagoda."

“En.” Nodding, Silas then gradually made his way towards the pagoda with unhurried steps. He waved his hand to dismiss his disciples including Hann, before continuing.

As soon as he reached the pagoda now standing in the outskirts of the village, the figure of a drunken swordsman came into his view. Mace had his eyes closed as he practiced his sportsmanship in front of the pagoda.

His footsteps seemed strong yet unsteady as he gracefully moved with surprising nimbleness. As he stood a distance away, Silas came to a stop and watched the beautiful sword dance in Mace’s hands.

It was safe to say, that currently, there was no one with better sportsmanship than him amongst the ‘Immortals’ and perhaps even across the entire planes. Though he had his flaws, Mace always carried out his tasks with diligence, which was why he was trusted enough by Tizzy since he had never disappointed him.

Mace continued ‘dancing’ with his sword, seemingly not noticing Silas’s presence, or perhaps simply not bothered to do anything. And Silas continued watching fascinated by the beautiful display of skills.

If one were to look closely, countless sword qi swirled around Mace, as they danced in the air surrounding him, each one capable of eradicating even Golden Immortals.

Sucking a deep breath of air, Silas nodded in approval. ‘No wonder Tizzy trusts him so much to keep Dina safe.’

Soon with a loud voice, Mace’s eyes shot open as he cried out. His gaze to that of blades as he guided his sword strike towards the sky causing all of the sword qi in his surroundings to merge into a giant one that shot towards the sky in a dazzling arc that seemed to be capable of decapitating Gods and Demons alike.

After that, Mace’s eyes slowly turned foggy as he moved his sword back into its scabbard. His eyes then glanced at Silas who was standing a distance away before his face broke out into a goofy wild grin.

“Master Silas, what a surprise to see that you’re already back.” He said as he grabbed the gourd of wine that hang from his hips and shook it lightly before tilting his head back as he took a large swing from it. The alcohol aroma soon wafted into the air.

“Not as good as Ron’s but still better than nothing.” Mumbled Mace with a distant gaze before quickly shaking his head.

Looking back at him, Silas had his hands behind his back as he stepped forward towards the pagoda alongside Mace. “What’s Dina been up to?” He asked.

Hearing his question, Macd shook his head with a shrug of his shoulders, indicating he himself wasn’t quite sure, “I have no idea, she kept mumbling something to herself about the ‘Hunter’ corpses like she was possessed, so I just left her to her own.” He said.

Silas frowned after listening to what Mace had said, it seems like Dina had found something already. ‘No wonder Tizzy valued her so much’, he nodded, even going to the lengths of keeping Mace as her bodyguard instead of using his battle prowess in the previous fight.

As soon as the duo made their way towards the Pagoda, Mace moved to sit down at a table in the middle of the first floor as he put his wine gourd in front of him.

“You go, I have no interest in whatever research she’s conducting, I'm only good at hacking enemies into pieces not using my brains,” Said Mace causing a slight chuckle to escape Sila’s lips.

Soon he found himself inside her workshop, he tried to control his emotions and not let his gaze wander, yet his eyes still ended up falling on the container that held his lover's dead body.

A complicated feeling arose in his chest before he forced himself to look away, on the other side of the workshop, a group of ‘Hunter’ corpses was laid down neatly next to each other, Dina had gloves on as she pushed her hand In the middle of a dead man’s open chest, a serious expression on her face.