The Vigilant Yaksha

Chapter 68

That wound looked nasty. There's no way he isn't in excruciating pain.

Vena had been mentally fighting herself ever since he'd left, going back and forth with trying to convince herself that he was a Yaksha and could handle anything the world threw at him, but then remembering that he was the last standing Yaksha, and that meant he wasn't invincible either.

He has a limit too, and one day, he'll reach it.

Anxiety churning deep within her stomach, she tossed the blankets off of her body and stood to her feet, ignoring the screaming pain now throbbing across her entire body as she went to find where he had put her shoes.

He was poisoned, his wounds looked to be getting worse instead of healing slowly like they usually did, and he had to be exhausted after all that fighting and bloodshed he'd had to participate in already, yet here he was, determined to take on another round all by himself.

I don't know the full effects of Scaramouche's toxins either.

A new determination began to coarse through her veins, fueling her, helping her ignore the pain surging throughout her body.

"You don't have to take on everything alone, you know..?" Vena muttered aloud, her tone sad, knowing deep down, that's what it mostly was.

Xiao had been forced to grow up early on, having to fend for himself, so it was only natural he remained the same, unable to trust others also for fear of his own karmic debt hurting them.

Azure eyes closed gently, focusing every fiber of her being on Xiao, on his eyes, his scent, the sound of his voice, the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.

Slowly, her senses heightened, almost like an urge in her own mind, her intuition speaking to her, guiding her to him.

Her sword had been left by the door, still covered in dried blood and dirt. On her way out, she easily picked up the weapon, ready for whatever the night may bring.

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The pain was excruciating, yet the Yaksha carried on.

It was obvious his movements were slowing, his swings getting sloppier, more sluggish.

The rain did a great job of washing away the blood, yet the metallic stench remained, yet another reminder of what he really is deep down- of what he's done- of the monster he truly is.

Screams and cries echoed within in his mind as he tirelessly continued to carry out his duty despite his injuries, despite the pain, the blood he'd lost.

The edges of his vision began to blur, getting darker, fading in and out as he desperately tried to hold on.

How many more had he killed and cleansed so far? At least a hundred, judging by the bodies, at least what he could see.

His arm had been giving him trouble, making it much more difficult to fight and swing his spear.

Feeling as if he was seconds from fainting, he swung one last time, falling down on one knee after, his lungs clenching painfully in his chest as the exhaustion finally began to take its toll. Even for a being like Xiao, he still had his limits. He'd been fighting for hours, poisoned with Archons knows what, and had lost far too much blood.

His hearing began to dull, a familiar ring setting in his ears as he could barely make out the sounds of more footsteps approaching, knowing he was as good as dead if he didn't get to his feet and continue fighting.

Long had he tried ignoring it, but the darkness had been creeping in again, trying to desperately claw its way into his mind and consume him. In his weakened state, he couldn't fight it. The odds were stacked heavily against him and he just couldn't take it anymore. His body was at its limit, even if his mind was still hanging on by a thread.