The Pale Rider [Black World Arc]

Reality was a cruel thing, survival was the only thing that matter. His frame walked, no scent, no sound not even a hint of spiritual pressure. In this place that normally would indicate death, but not for this arrival. No for those walking around him as he arrived in the Chaya Nation, they'd already fallen victim. They wouldn't get in the way of his survival. He wouldn't allow it, he needed to survive no matter what. Something tugged at him and he could feel his killer intent almost ready to break free. But he kept it under wraps for now walking,  he stepped right past people. Going with a current and flow, but leaving no impression. The true assassin had arrived, for what purpose that was unknown to him. But as he walked past them, their lives began to flicker out like lights. They hadn't even realized they died yet, his movements were subtle and quiet. He continued walking and moving forward, this was the only answer.

Everything needed to die, no mercy could be shown. They needed to cease existing and they would do just that.  Behold what is seen a ashen horse had arrived and he who was upon his back was Death.  This was going to be a deadly outcome for those who were in the area. He needed no name as he calmly walked through the crowd and people. Killing them all one by one, taking out the lights of those around. They would of most likely noticed by now, so he put his hands together. Winds began to churn and cut everything around him into pieces, the killer cyclone was active.  

It was time for the world to pay in blood, lightning churned within those winds and people began to die. His eyes stared empty and cold at the location he spawned the deadly cyclone. It charged faster from normal as the sandstorm of lightning and death charged from his very presence. Ripping energy from the structure of defenses and other things to grow large. If allowed to continue growing the vortex would sooner or later engulf the entire demon world. The damage would be major and over time, though most people wouldn't let that happen.

He knew this full well, as the energy built in the deadly object. Chaya nation was going to be a graveyard soon. This place would be blinked out of existence for once and for all, their was something off about the feeling he gave off. Tsubasa Unabara stood here, the Pale Rider but something was off. No emotions and a cold ruthless nature that saw these people as expendable. They were mere pawns at his finger tips, simple candle lights waiting to be extinguished.  Every flickering flame of life would be put out before he saw it complete. Slowly the sound of his sword being drawn could be heard, the sheath hissing as the blade was free. But the man couldn't b e seen from who the sound came.

This entire Nation would lose every single soul within it. And with a step far faster  then most could fathom, but something was strange. No presence could be detected, no energy was used. And his silent blade moved through the flesh of demons. Death had begun the crusade and was going to cut through this entire nation.  No need to hold back, he began a dance of death within the tornado of lightning and moving objects within. People were dying in this nation on a scale unlike anything before. This nation would be left with scars, things that perhaps would never heal. Those who sat safe within the Kingdom would get a visit soon, but for now all those who lived outside were dying.

The growing storm of death was huge, bodies began flying at the kingdom of Chaya Nation. The battle had begun and the cold ruthless fighting style of his began to show. If not stopped soon thousands would die in minutes, if not stopped in hours the count would be in the millions. And no one would be the wiser for his actions that came out of the shadow of the perfect storm. Bodies with blade cuts were being throw into the city as were rocks and other things. Metal was generated into the storm causing those who got curious to get cut to ribbons by the shocking metal blades.

But the problems would only mount all those he passed on his stroll, they'd been killed by a unseen method. Their bodies had been disfigured and damaged beyond repair. The damage wouldn't be complete till he saw fit, radar pinged through the area. His focus and intent on killing this entire nation were set. Survival was the answer to this entire world, if one couldn't exist with another in his way. They needed simply destroy everything within their path, he kept the blade drawn. Giving the weapon a flick sending blood off the blade. Tsubasa Unabara had shown up with intent of death, this was going to be the end of this Nation as it was known. The city was being attacked by objectives flying towards it through the Cyclone.

The damage here wouldn't be forgotten easily and the loss of life to Shadow's Fall would only grow into numbers unseen. No perhaps only this dangerous nation needed to be slain, he looked on with a crimson icy stare. This wasn't the end but merely the beginning, the rest of this would need to be dealt with a dark intent. Why did he come here, that question could be asked. Plenty existed within the other place for him to reap till the end of days. No something about that place felt like a cage so he ripped himself a door open, making an exit for this place. Sadly those who would face him here found out the hard way where it lead. He flicked more blood from his blade, a response would come from someone. For now he walked to find himself a place to sit and be comfortable, his eyes stared on with an empty gaze.

The place was an abyss of corpses and bodies laying everywhere. The Pale Rider had arrived, this was the world as it was. He felt a tug at his heart from Tsubaki, if only she'd not been killed by monsters such as him. Perhaps his destiny would of gone a different route, perhaps he could of been saved. But it was far to late to save the assassin anymore, he was to far gone now. Beyond redemption, beyond all things except one single task. Survival and killing all things that he felt were dangerous. His instincts were raw so almost anything felt dangerous to him.


How long had it been since he started wielding this blade in the name of killing. How long had it been since he took his first life, a puzzling thought. He began the process of thinking it over, soon someone would come. Soon the battle would truly begin, this was after all an opening event. Everything in this world needed to die, he felt a tug towards something. Something told him that he wasn't the real him, or rather someone else similar to him existed somewhere. He'd been here before, so before anything else he would kill everyone here and find answers. His eyes coldly looked towards the city, he was prepared for a war and would wage it alone if need be.

The others weren't alive anymore anyways, he'd killed his entire family. Nothing remained for him but death, to perfect the role of being the embodiment of death he killed everyone. All things that held him back from being the perfect assassin. This was after all merely a stepping stone, becoming the greatest killer was all that mattered. He needed no family no anything, he was Tsubasa Unabara and the walking killing machine. His blade was stained with the blood of this nation and soon it would taste that of the Queen.