Mors exited the Sacred Temple embassy, noticing the two guards he met earlier were now staring into the sky, watching massive plumes of thick, black smoke that was billowing into the heavens.

The guard on the left took a few steps back before both turned around and ran inside. "We need to alert the High Executioner."

Shaking his head at how easily the guards left their post, Mos hesitated for a second before continuing to walk towards the Cathedral's spire, rising high above the rooftops. -"Fuck, I really liked that helmet, I am sick of all the medieval European armour, and its eye slits were really intimidating."

When he was not more than a dozen feet away, a deafening explosion erupted behind him as the upper floors of the embassy he had just exited exploded outwards in a wall of flame, the resulting shock wave shattering the windows of the nearby buildings, raining glass down on the people below.

The explosions continued to erupt as Mors's plate boots crunched on the floor that was now covered in glass and debris, visions of similar experiences from his past lives, flashing in his mind.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Mors listened to the explosions in the distance. -"Looks like the delayed scroll are working a treat but I didn't expect so many explosions..."

Screams resounded around him as people, many bloodied or injured, ran in every direction, trying to reach their loved ones or escape to a place of safety causing him to slow his pace as he sidestepped the panicked people.

Black smoke occasionally rolled down the streets, carried by the wind or high into the sky where it was beginning to block out the sun causing Mors to frown. "I didn't think it would spread this quickly; I guess the packages left at the adventurers guild and barracks were more successful than I expected they would be."

Mors repressed the urge to go find Kara as his mind began to clear after extracting the first part of his vengeance and he realised just how dangerous the city would become, starting regretting his decisions. -"If I had known it would have been this easy to kill the angels or my methods would be this effective, I wouldn't have been so reckless. The best case scenario at the moment is that she has been captured and locked away in the City Lord's fortress... I don't know what I would do if I accidentally killed her..."

Being a world of magic, that had been built upon such principles of survival of the fittest and the strong dominating the weak, Mors had expected that most of his plans would have been thwarted or at least the damage mitigated. Even using the mana cores was a backup plan so that he could barter with the angels, using an imaginary cure, to escape if he was put in a disadvantageous situation.

Looking around, Mors realised that he had completely overestimated the city and its defences, the smoke filling the sky indicating that his bombs had started a city-wide inferno that was spreading rapidly and the lack of soldiers and adventures on the streets, that his explosives at their rally points had been devastating. -"Looks like I actually might wipe this city off the map, I just wanted to ensure my escape route by creating a little chaos after killing the City Lord and his son..., What is with this fucked up world? They hunt dragons and demons for fuck sake yet can't stop a small fire."

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Mors approached the Cathedral and noticed that the sides of the streets had become littered with people wailing, clustered around corpses that spewed vibrant, toxic looking liquids from every orifice, contorted into gruesome shapes indicating just how painful their deaths were.

Mors shook his head as he calmly walked forward. "I guess I must be pretty lucky. When I ate my first core, it was completely on impulse, and I didn't even think of the consequences?"

Shaking him from this thoughts, a group of mages, led by a few high ranked soldiers burst from around a corner and charged down the street, abruptly shoving people out of their way. Their bright blue and white robes fluttering in the wind as what appeared to be their captain shouted out. "Embassy Road has been hit; we need to get there now and ensure the envoys are safe."

As the captain was about to shoulder Mors to the side, his arm passed through the shadow that was once Mors's body, only for him to appear behind them, continuing to walk without even breaking his stride.

The group faltered before slowly coming to a stop.

Blood violently erupted from them, dyeing the surroundings red as the bodies fell to the floor twitching. A few seconds later, screams filled Mors' ears as the people, who momentarily stood in stunned silence, began fleeing in all directions.

With each step that he took, Mors felt the dark mana in the air increase as it flowed into his body like a raging river. His gaunt features slowly filling out to his original appearance and his muscles bulged and contracted as they were continuously broken down and rebuilt, becoming stronger and more powerful with each iteration.

Mors turned down the street that the group had come from, only to spot five men, wearing a mismatch of pillaged armour, standing over the bodies of two guards. Noticing the red armbands, Mors revealed a grim smile as he continued to approach the group.

Enraged eyes locked onto his before instantly dropping to the floor, as the men realised who was approaching them. Falling to one knee, they continued to stare downwards in silence, not daring to make a sound.

This behaviour was not due to the fact that Mors had freed them the during the night, but because they had witnessed first hand the extent of the devastation he had brought to the city. Ignoring Mors' personal strength, they believed that anyone with the audacity to do this to a city must have a tremendously powerful organisation backing them, or be a complete lunatic. Either way, he was someone that they did not want to anger even in the slightest and so displayed the utmost deference.

Mors advanced past them without stopping and walked into a wall of smoke, his voice trailing behind him. "If you're hunting the group of mages that just passed for their teleportation scrolls, I left their corpses around the corner. You better hurry before the blood soaks into them."

Shivering at the Mors icy, almost dead like tone, the men silently nodded. Although they had been chasing the group of mages, they knew they were no match for them in a fair fight and were going to wait until the group split up before picking them off one by one.

The fact that they had seen them disappear around the corner less than thirty seconds ago, and were now dead made the men sweat as they nervously glanced at Mors back.

After watching Mors's figure fade into the rolling smoke, blowing down the adjacent street, a grizzled looking man with a large scar running down his cheek stood up and spat onto the floor. "Remember this day my brothers, for only a few can say that Death literally passed them by."

Breathing a sigh of relief the man turned around. "By the looks of it, he has just started. Let's get the scrolls and leave this cursed city."

Stepping out into a large street, Mors was engulfed into a throng of people pushing their way towards the Cathedral, those not looking for safety were carrying the injured and poisoned, hoping that the cities healers would be able to save them but all wore a grim expression, terror dancing in their eyes.