Murkel had been badly injured by the attack from Raze. It was after all his strongest attack, now a five-star mage, he had unlocked more mana than before. He had used Dark Magic which was the strongest form of magic he had and was based on destruction, combined with the Ten Descending Steps and his Demonic Qi as a beginner middle stage warrior, his attack was devastating.
Even with Murkel's supreme Qi, bringing him close to the pinnacle of the Divine realm, he was unable to stop such a devastating attack, and the state of his body had showed that.
Wounds that were too big to be healed by any physician, a body that was practically sliced in half hanging by a thread. It would be impossible for anyone to recover from such a state.
Even the best Light Magic healers couldn't heal something , and yet everyone was seeing it with their eyes. The blood around Murkel, it was attaching to different parts of his body. It looked like a thick stringy substance that was forming in between one side to the other.
It pulled the body together, and the red blood would then start to grow and change, until it had fully formed full parts of Murkel's body, and the result was now, right in front of them, apart from the cloth of Murkel's clothes that had been ripped and destroyed in the fight, was a perfectly fine Murkel.
"I knew there had to be something else, his confidence was still there, I noticed the smile on his face, even when I had the buildup of Qi." Raze said to himself as he turned around.
"His disgusting look reminds me of the Grand Magus."
Murkel's body looked oddly stiff as it had come back together, and with a few blinks, it was as if his brain had reconnected with his body. He looked at everyone who was looking at him in complete fear.
Up at the stands, there was one Elder of the Light faction in particular, Ricar, whose hands couldn't stop shaking.
"I know this is quite a feat that is beyond warriors' capabilities, but something tells me that you are hung up on something else." Beatrix asked.
A skilled warrior like Ricar, didn't usually show panic despite the situation, and it almost felt like she could hear his heart beating out of his chest.
"I'm sure to all of you, what it looked like was blood that was used to form the body… and there aren't many that will have been around to see what it was like back then… but I assure you, what just joined up that man's body, was not blood." Ricar claimed.
Dame had been badly hurt that he could no longer transform his body, as he moved out of the way for Raze's attack, he had ended up near another fellow member of his group, Mantis, who had stayed on the ground for nearly all of the fight.
However, something odd was happening, Dame's body was hurting. It felt like his own blood was trying to crawl out of his body, and when he looked to the side of him, he could see Mantis was rolling around in pain as well.
"You can feel something is going on as well? Just what is happening, and what is he?" Dame asked.
It wasn't just the two of them though, although Amir was standing still, there was a deep look of concern on his face.
"This can't be." He said to himself. "Surely, we should have known, or had records of this at least, and all the years I've been by him, I never managed to notice?"
It wasn't just those from the Bonum Society that felt like there was a large change. One person in particular could tell something wasn't right.
"What's going on!" Ricktor said as he held onto his arm. His legs were still shaking. Not just from Murkel's power but from the power that was unleashed from Raze not too long ago.
"You… who are you!" Ricktor continued to shout. "I can tell now, I couldn't quite tell before, there was still a look in your eye from before, but now it's different, it's all gone. You, you're not my father are you!"
Everyone knew Ricktor's relationship to Murkel. They could guess that the two of them wouldn't have the closest relationship. Not many Clan Heads did due to the commitments and the care of the clan over their own family.
However, that wasn't true. The memories that Ricktor remembered when he was younger, his father had cared for him, stronger than anyone he had ever felt. Slowly though it had changed bit by bit.
At times, Ricktor thought that he could see aspects of his old father shine through, but now it felt like he couldn't see it at all, and after seeing what had just happened to his body, no longer did Ricktor feel like the man that looked like his father was his father, it was just someone in the same skin as him.
Raze wasn't following up with another attack, if his Ten Descending Steps were unable to finish off Murkel, then small attacks would be useless. What he needed to do now was to recover his own energy as quickly as possible.
Coming over, scooting by his side, almost shuffling, Safa had eventually reached him. She held out her hand and started to use her Light Magic on Raze.
"You have recovered quite quickly to use that." Raze said.
"I can cultivate just by breathing, it's become second nature to me so I recover faster than others, but it looks like you need to restore your mana and Qi as quickly as possible, otherwise I'm afraid we'll all be dead." Safa answered.
Murkel then looked at Ricktor up and down, until a creepy smirk appeared on his face. His mouth almost looked over-stretched as the corners were reaching up, almost touching his eyes.
"You are right, you are not my son, and I am not your father, and I will get rid of all of the Factions on Pagna!" Murkel said, his right eye turning completely red.