Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

The whole area is filled with a red glow.

The streaks of flames continued for more than ten seconds. The flame patterns created quite a view from the top.

But that is not the major purpose of it of course. Out of the three heads of the tridents, two are taken down. They were blown away by the flames and crashed into different spots.

Those two streaks went in two different directions and hit the nodes before they changed direction and went toward the captain in the lead.

The captain who is defending from the other streaks, looked at them coming at him and gritted his teeth. One of the reasons, he didn't just dodge until now is not to break the formation. After all, the charge was majorly dependent on his defense.

The middle is also the main charging force.

If they all dodge at that moment, their formation will be gone. The slow advance they made until then is going to waste and they will all be separated which removes their collective strength.

But now, he doesn't have much choice at the moment.

"Break the formation, defend yourself."

He reluctantly ordered.

All the subordinates broke the formation and threw their attacks at Sam randomly.

Once again, Sam blocked the attacks with the flames. The fireballs hit intercepted the attacks very simply.

The streaks on the other hand were redirected to the nodes since people are not blocking them again.

They moved much faster.

The captain wanted to close in the distance, but within the next half a second, two new streaks of flames hit him from two different sides and both of them are of extreme intensity.

He was targeted and kept in check, while the rest of the streaks, didn't go for the soldiers, instead, they went for the nodes and converged.

The subordinates took this chance to attack Sam and cover the distance.

But all of that is in vain. They were easily blocked and when they tried to go for close combat, their attacks were intercepted by Sam's fireballs.

Not a single attack came close to him and as for the foolish people who wanted close combat, they could only wish to even touch Sam, much less hit him.

And meanwhile, in a fraction of a second, all the other streaks that are not holding the captain off, converged into a single streak. A blood-colored flaming streak went straight for the soldier at the back.

The ranged attacker is constantly shooting arrows at him.

The blood-red flames went straight through him leaving behind a crisp black dead body. As soon as the body hit the ground, it collapsed into ashes leaving behind a brittle skeleton with bone ash.

The red streak of flame didn't stop there, it went to a different node, where it stopped right there. The opponents are completely scared. Scared shitless was never a truer term.

The captain in charge understood that the situation is not in his favor. He wielded his sword and he swung it with all his strength. An icy slash went through the whole area straight toward Sam.

The slash left behind a blizzard in the surroundings. The thick green forest looked like it was hit by a tundra.

Only to last for a moment though. The red-hot flames blazed as they made ice not just melt but evaporate within a moment. The captain wielded a power that could erase the traces of a whole city under the layers of ice, but it felt insignificant in front of the flames that enveloped him from every fibre of the energy blanket Sam laid around him.

He jumped into the air to close the distance and he did so in an instant as he reached Sam.

The blade of the sword almost met Sam, only to be intercepted by the tapestry needle Sam was holding.

The clash between a flaming needle and a frozen sword. The sword might have won if it a matter of pure brute strength. But it couldn't be that easy. The needle has something other than brute force. It has the uncanny trickery Sam possessed.

The streaks of flame that went away from the captain when he moved suddenly hit a node and converged before they caught the threads that are connected to the needle.

They moved along those threads and the captain's sword along with the captain was met with the full force of that attack.

The captain was blown away. All that was left of the handsome blue armor on his body was just a patch of half-molten metal that stuck to his chest.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully ripped that away as he looked at Sam in horror. Before he could swallow the shock and help his subordinates, the flaming streaks kept on doing their job.

One enemy after another started turning into a crisply burnt skeleton surrounded by a pile of ash. And before the captain could even think of escaping, Sam already changed his attention to him. The captain is now the target and all the streaks that were spread into different directions all joined up and this time, not a node.

Instead, they joined in the hands of Sam.

Sam pointed both of his needles at the captain and said.

"Thank you for your time. You did a really good job helping me understand the extent of what my new knowledge can amount to.

It is very interesting and eye-opening. I will never forget your help."

As he finished speaking, the flames appeared at the end of the needles. They are compressed into extremely small sized beads of flames and were shot at the captain.

The beads landed on the young man. And they exploded his body into nothing.

And the last thing that Sam saw in the glow of those flaming beads is the young man's faint smile.

He sighed and turned to Vice.

"Now that that's out of the way, let's get out of here."

Vice stabbed his sword into the vice-captain of the other side and looked at Sam. He was also shocked, but not more than the enemies of course.

"All your worries are for nothing. I told you, I will be fine. It's fun isn't it?"

Brice took out the wheelchair and slowly got on it.

Vice hurriedly ran over and helped him out with moving while he asked.

"Are you really the same young master Brice?"

Sam just smiled and didn't answer.

"When did you learn all of this young master? I honestly thought weaving is your normal hobby. Everyone knows that you only did it because it is something your mother taught you. Who would have ever thought that there is something so dangerous and sinister behind it."

"Whoa, sinister? Really?"

"I am sorry Captain. I always viewed Weaving as a skill that revolves around delicate artistry and refined aesthetics. So, when you used it for killing so many people like that, I involuntarily called it sinister. I apologize."

"Trust me Vice, when you know how to do it, the art of killing is just as beautiful and delicate as the art of weaving. It is just that you have neither done it enough nor seen it enough. You wouldn't understand that. Let's just go back and see what our friends did back at the base.

But after this incident, it is evident that we might have to keep an eye on this particular direction. The young mistress of that clan will be coming for us."

"From what I knew, the young mistress of that clan is a very cunning and cowardly young master. She is blessed in terms of constitution and strength, but she lacks any skill or talent in combat matters.

Her constitution is wasted on her. And this opinion is held by a lot of people. She is not even that good at commanding. Her greatest strength is actually the Vice-captain that you just blew into nothing."

"Well, you will be surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't really know what kind of opinion, I mean the most accurate opinion you had of the young lady. But currently, I am telling you, the young lady that we are going to face is not someone you should dismiss that easily.

She would be a menace even if she doesn't have any constitution supporting her, but now you are saying she is gifted with the constitution, we cannot ask for a worse situation."

"Why do you say that, Captain? You barely even know the woman. What made you say this?"

"There are some things I cannot explain to you Vice. Wait for a few days and I will tell you."

"Okay, Captain. But let's go first. You must have been spent. We need to recover as much as we can. But this is indeed a great start for us. We have the upper hand in both territories and the attacks against our opponents. This will serve really well for us."

"Yeah, it should."