A second later, the ground underneath them cracked from the mighty pressure.
Everyone fell, the enemy - unconscious, in what seemed to be huge underground catacombs.
The height of the columns holding onto this vast space were at least ten meters tall.
After the silence which came after the rumbling rocks seized falling and finally met their last location to rest, a sound of flowing water somewhere in the distance was heard.
Azazel walked next to one of the columns, exploring its surface with the palm of his hands, then revealing the location's nature.
"I believe these are Ictek ruins." His voice sounded deeply in the open space.
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Makiya 251. It’s About Time
Feeling as awkward as he never had before, Andrey stared at everyone, surprised that who they seemed to be bowing before was none other than himself. Exchanging glances with Azazel, Dea’n’ha, and Illien, desperate to know if they possibly had any sort of clue why this is all happening, but to no avail. “Why are they bowing to you!?” Dea’n’ha asked, as she stepped forward. Azazel turned toward her and spoke in a natural voice, “I believe he would be the least one to know the answer” His petrifying gaze fell down on the red dressed curly-haired man, and spoke through teeth, “But I’m beginning to get an idea.” Although nobody heard him. Not that it was his intent. Feeling suddenly relaxed as ‘the enemy’ didn’t seem to
Makiya 252. I am finally dead.
Dea’n’ha’s desperate cry echoed through the underground city’s corners. Having no other choice but to feel alarmed by her unexpected reaction to the bandit leader’s words, Andrey was close to giving up to the rising confusion. “You see, they are purposely holding you back from who you really are. They are trying to chain you down in their own delusional ideals. They don’t like who you really are. They don’t want you. That’s why they are making up stories for you, stories about you. You’re too great for them. They can’t restrict you. You’re a threat.” Onyx spoke, clenching his boot into Andrey’s chest, then twisting it to the left and right. Andrey grabbed Onyx’s leg and tried to push him away, but instead his arms got hit from by the dull sides of the leader’s two swords. “Look at them. They probably are the reas
Makiya 253. Be true to yourself!
\\A little author’s note here for the upcoming dialogue. Text written in Italic and Bold are the words of Andrey whom’s memories are still gone. While text written only in Italic are Andrey with his memories regained #LordRedEye\\ So… This is what death feels like? Like… Nothing? I do have my body still. I can see my hands. There are my legs, too. Hm. So is death like an endless darkness with me by myself? If that were true, then death is nothing other than certain madness. Anyone would go insane by this emptiness. So the end of the road is nothing but a hollow shell for one’s self? Even now… I’m just talking to myself… a
Makiya 254. The end of a legend
Despite Azazel trying hard to hide it, the two members of the Red Eye Organization and their true leader – Lord Red Eye – could spot the fact that his condition was pretty bad due to the fact that the mana residing within him had already become too little. As Azazel’s prisoner cell of black-and-white mana rods slowly withered, setting him free, Andrey spent some more of his magic energy to heal up most of whatever wounds had remained. Although impossible to completely heal, he at least relieved some of the pain and the swollen cheeks, eye, and other places had returned to normal. What bones were cracked or broken, he couldn’t glue together just like that, but could at least hold them in their place, avoiding further dislocations. Such was the extent of Andrey’s abilities of self-maintenance. The ability to control his organs and bone positions purely using hi
Makiya 255. Growth
Azazel lifted his shadowed face to meet Andrey’s glowing eyes. What the light revealed was Azazel’s grin full of excitement. A completely non-typical facial expression none had actually seen before. “Tsk! What’s that confident and arrogant smile of yours for?! You’re done, Azazel! You’ve got no more mana left.” Andrey yelled at The Demon, tipping his shoulder with the dull part of his sword. The red-eyed battle-mage gripped onto the sword strongly, annoyed at the continuous grin of the defeated, although his opponent seemed joyous as if he had won. I can’t sense any mana in him. He should faint the moment he tries to pull out a move. It’s not logical for him to be so overconfident right now. Is he bluffing? It’s kind of annoyin
Makiya 256. Andrey vs Azazel: The Red-Eyed Black Knight
Andrey didn’t reply for a while. He just stood with hair locks waving around in front of his eyes. Body slightly bent forward due to the punch in the gut. Amryr asked Onyx. “Could this really be true? Is Lord Red Eye really out-powered?” Andrey made a clumsy step back, appearing to still be affected by the strike he received. Azazel pulled back his arm that had remained pushed into Andrey’s stomach, and then traced and asked him. “Do we end it here, brother?” “Muhahahaah! AHahahahah! AAAAAAAHAHAHAH!” Andrey laughed maniacally. Azazel didn’t change his expression. He was still serious and cautious. The Demon thought ‘Perhaps he now understands the differe
Makiya 257. Ebh Dah Seton awt miir Golehanei
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Makiya 258. The hunter becomes The hunted
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