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
Well... so much for dze boy
\\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
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
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
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
The sound of metal cracking and breaking into two halves resonated in the air. A glowing dark red palm held on to Onyx’s Red Flame. It took a second for the bandit semi-leader to realize that before him had opened up a magma portal and someone’s hand had just now split his Red Flame legendary sword in half with nothing other than just the grip of their palm. The portal drifted away, as from it the terrifying figure of a man feared by all, so menacing, that none typically moved a muscle when he stood before them. The pumped up chest, and demonic clothing much reminding that of what you would use to describe the devil himself. Beleth Gehenalis had emerged from the magma portal. Onyx startled at the sight, but didn’t waver. Beleth’s deep and terrifyingly low voice
“Dea’n’ha!” Andrey startled at the sorceress. “Y-yes!” She replied in a frail voice. “Can you communicate with this golden-dressed freak!?” Dea’n’ha lowered her head and spoke. “I can only convert information with my Abyssal Crack magic… I can’t really drain the language abilities out of it. It’s like attaining something from the void.” “Tsk.” Andrey clicked his tongue and looked at the buffed, half-naked man, who had only black pants, golden belt, and a golden collar that went all the way from his neck to covering half his back and chest. The ancient human had a golden ring on his left pointing finger, and dark brown leather bracelets with gold imbued in them on both his wrists. Andrey put on a little smile in an attempt to mock the man, who claimed to be greater than them. “Does the superior being deal with conflicts with force or with wisdom? Time we found out, I say.” He expected his taunting words to provoke the being, and at least see an eyebrow get narrowed, but instead Golehanei spoke calmly. “Young Andrey Makiya, when wisdom finds its end, the forces of power take over. Such would seem to be the case, descendant.” A fist coming straight at Andrey’s face was immediately countered as the red-eyed battle-mage deflected the incoming knuckles by punching his opponent’s arm in the triceps with an upper-cut. Although unexpected, suddenly Golehanei forced his arm downwards, overpowering the fist, in an attempt to strike Andrey’s head, as if to slash it with a blade. Makiya 259. Life and Death are one and the same
Besides the sound of an incoming wind torrent, Andrey appeared like a black thunder, piercing through the clouds, right after jumping off from the conjured black-and-white tower. After restoring his vision past the clouds, he immediately navigated at the ancient human, who was patiently waiting in his cradle. Swinging just slightly. A massive barrage of a hundred walls of rock erupted from the ground, creating a mighty shielding to protect Golehanei from the incoming battle-mage. The rumbling noise in addition with the ancient being’s impatience slowly arising worked as proof that Andrey had been passing through his defense effortlessly. A sword landed right next to the ancient’s throat. Stopped not by Andrey’s will, but instead by the incredibly precise and strong grip of Golehanei’s finger tips.