Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The Huntsman truly was an intelligent creature. First, it lulled Atlan into a false sense of security by making sure that the arrow wasn't too fast for him to react to. This gave Atlan a chance to get used to its timing.

Atlan should have found it weird from the very beginning. After all, the Huntsman was more than capable of producing an arrow that seemed as fast as light speed. But it didn't. It only produced a speed fast enough to keep up with Atlan's slow jog.

Once he was used to the timing, the Huntsman quickly changed the arrow's objective and targeted him instead.

This was an unexpected development that forced Atlan to use all the wits he had in a fraction of a second and think up a solution to survive. Thankfully, he was able to find a way to deflect the full-powered arrow by the Huntsman.

This made Atlan extremely wary of the arrow piercing through his heart. He became worried at the possibility of another full-powered arrow coming towards him when he least expected it.

But once again, the Huntsman changed his tactics. He controlled the arrow to hunt the original objective in the first place: the boar's heart.

Atlan's nerves were on thin ice. He readied his mind for another attack coming towards him. He already thought up a way to get out of the arrow's way faster than he did before.

But that was all moot. Once it targeted the boar's heart, Atlan's plans went out the window.

The Huntsman's full-powered arrow was too fast for Atlan to react to. He had to predict it. Unfortunately, he thought that the Huntsman would come after him first. He didn't expect it to target the boar's heart.

He tried to move it out of harm's way, but his arms were too slow.

Is this the end?

He watched as the arrow pierced through the air and was only moments away from piercing the boar's heart in his hands.

All that effort to get this piece of meat would turn out for nothing.

Do I have to use my Angel Wings?

His shoulder blades started to turn numb and prickly.

But just as he was about to manifest his Angel Wings, somebody suddenly appeared right next to Atlan. The person was so fast that Atlan couldn't even react properly at first.

He thought that it was an enemy. But then, he looked at the person's attire. It was a green battle suit. And his face was someone he recognized.

It was the main Tank of the group.

He put himself between the arrow and Atlan, and used his shield LifeSkill. A brick wall manifested in front of him and prevented the arrow from going any further.

It tried to pierce through the wall, but the Tank reinforced his original LifeSkill with more bricks behind it.

"Do you think I'm a Tank for nothing?" he asked the arrow.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

In response, the arrow's tip suddenly glowed in a mix of red, green, and blue as all kinds of elements diffused outwards.

Electric energy tried to fry the brick walls into a char. Explosive energy reinforced the electric field by exploding cement lines, hoping that it would lead to the wall's collapse. And if that wasn't enough, wind energy contained all that power in one place.

The arrow's efforts were able to yield a large crack in the brick wall. But that was it.

"Come back with your real body, then maybe you can stand a chance."

The Tank swung his hand, and the wall followed his movements.

The arrow was unable to fight against the Tank's power and lost all the energy it was trying to build up.

It bounced off the wall and arched backward, turning limp and slow. It no longer had any of the intimidating pressure and aura it had before.

Once it landed on the ground, it dispersed into mere particles that disappeared in the air.

It was finally over. The Huntsman lost.

And it was all thanks to the main Tank that suddenly appeared at the perfect time.

"Thanks!" said Atlan.

The Tank rubbed his head, embarrassed. "No need to thank me. I only did what I should have done in the first place. I should have helped you."

"By the way, how did you get here?"

From what Atlan remembered, the Tank was blown away by the Canzers they were fighting and disappeared into the fog.

"Once I came to my senses, I was deep into the fog. I tried to return to the team, but I found myself running in circles.

Honestly, it was terrifying. I thought I would get lost in the Remedium forever. But nothing is more painful than the fact that I left my team to fend for themselves.

I kept walking in hopes that I would stumble into the team, when all of a sudden, I sensed a fight nearby. And then, I saw you.

You were lucky, Star Porter. We both are."

"I guess so…"

If it wasn't for the Tank, the boar's heart would have been pierced and Atlan would have lost the only thing that prevented the Huntsman from killing him.

"What happened to the team? Where are they?" His face was full of worry.

"I don't know. I left them because I had a different job. Ninth stayed behind to protect the team and keep the Canzers at bay while I tried to deal with the root cause."

The Tank winced. "Damn it…this wouldn't have happened if I had just listened to you. I'm sorry."

Atlan consoled the Tank's sunken shoulders. "It's fine. You can still go to them. Just follow the cobblestone road back, and you'll end up back on the team.

"Really?" The Tank was filled with hope. But before he turned around, he asked Atlan, "But what about you? Should I accompany you?"

Atlan shook his head. "No need. I have to do this by myself."

The Tank nodded and left to find the cobblestone road.

Atlan looked at the boar's heart in his hands and stored it in his toolbelt.

"Great job, Star Porter. Now, the only thing we have to do is to find the White Canzer!"

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