The Earth After Rebirth

He quickly surmised that the ability was his wife's. She had hidden hers and he'd read every power they had in their world. There was nothing that could take them by surprise but this one...

For a second it looked as thought he'd split himself into at least a thousand of himself. But it only lasted for a few seconds, an illusion that had the enemy shaking in their boots.

That was also the queue for the rest of Percival's men to attack and so they did. While the man himself chased off his wife.

She suddenly stopped in front of a tilted, falling building. And out of nowhere a tail materialised out of nowhere. Percival was past the point of talking and asking questions.

So he went straight for her heart with his sword, which the tail easily parried. Shooting her pointed sharp tail straight for the eye. He put his sword where his eye was and tilted his head to the side to avoid the impact.

The tail pierced through his hand, moving past his face. That was the plan, as he wrapped the tail around his wrist and yanking his wife closer. She was resisting, so he jumped up, holding the tail tightly, he began to smash her from side to side.

He wasn't happy, he wasn't crying. He instead had a face of anguish. It was painted in his eyes and all over his face. He took the job of being leader prepared to do anything to save humanity.

Percival felt like a massive failure. To not have seen his own wife betraying humanity. The betrayal was huge, it was bare, it disgusted him to the core.

Blakeson on the other couldn't hope to come any closer. He was surrounded by many, most of his comrades died from Percival's bloodlust.

"Wait, wait." Helena said, her face bloodied up. She was sure she'd die if he kept this up. "Honey, my husband, I'm so sorry. I was manipulated. I was lied to and forced to do this." She said in the most sincere voice she could muster.

Percival had obviously stopped to hear her out. The moment he heard her voice, it was like poison. The words made him feel good, made him feel like he was making the biggest mistake of his life.

"You know baby, I love you. Let's get this done and go back to our kids." She smiled widely.

He brought her closer slowly. She was waiting apprehensively, making sure she didn't make any sudden movements. She didn't want to alarm him.

Them she felt it, something cold driving straight through her neck. She didn't say anything — she couldn't — she could only feel it. Even she knew it was too late to do anything else, her eyes were wide with shock.

"W-why?" She asked with much difficulty.

Tears were streaming down Percival's face now. He knelt where she was, holding her hand tight and kissing it. The sword was still buried in her neck.

"I know baby I know, I love you too. Shhh." He said between sobs. "Rest now. I'll bare the humiliation."

He thought watching humanity end was painful. But what he was feeling couldn't be described, any language on earth lacked the depth of expressing the sadness he was feeling.

He'd just killed the love of his life.

Like a man possessed, he sobbed over her body as she took her last breath. He didn't want to let her go, as if that meant losing her a second time.

He was in the middle of a battlefield but nobody dared to go closer to him. That was a wounded animal, a man with nothing to lose, nobody had the guts to attack him while he was down.

His screams of anguish were muffled however when the Ancient One walked into view. He smiled seeing the chaos before him, but also extremely disgusted at how weak humans were.

He'd given them only fifteen minutes to finish this up but they were far from it. Instead it looked like his servants were the ones dwindling.

"My, I should really choose my servants with more care." He stretched his arms, looking at the woman who had just died. "That's a pity, I liked her. Something about her eyes that me want her."

Kiro watched his grand ancestor enter some kind of insanity mode. He could more or less feel the energy eating at his sanity, little by little. But the man didn't seem to care he had a goal, and it was in front of him.

"Is that, his berserk mode?"

Chronos nodded. He had a sour expression on his face. Kiro knew exactly what that meant, whatever mode a human can achieve, the gods were always a thousand times stronger.

Sure enough, none of his attacks landed. He instead picked a strand of grass from the ground and parried every single sword strike with it.

"I know he's fighting my predecessor but that is just so badass. What a showoff!" Kiro was utterly impressed.

Chronos laughed, glad the kid could find humour where there was none. Because Percival was getting absolutely destroyed.

He was against someone who could shift the very particles in his world, the atoms in his body. He stood no chance and he knew it but he'd be damned if he gave up.

He released his bloodlust once again, and disappeared from where he was. Only to bounce back and be pushed violently into a building. Everyone else was either choking on their own blood, or they'd died from fear alone.

Percival was the only human still putting up a fight.

"I'm not using my full power but your resilience is astonishing. Come, be my puppet. I'll treat you better than this world has treated you." The ancient one made his offer.

A being that was very prideful, impressed with his fighting spirit. To the point of offering him servantship. Kiro got goosebumps.

"Me? Your lackey?" He smiled from ear to ear, despite the agony he was in, the smile reached his eyes. "I'm Percival Waynworth, human from earth. You will never break me." He spat, pointing his sword right at the being.