Rey, who had lagged further behind, had no choice but to stop thinking about the behavior of the elders and make his presence known. Sudden flashes of light around him could be seen, followed by the shaking of his fists to wipe away the blood that covered the sharp blades protruding from his forearms.
Rey thought as he saw dents in his sharp blades: "I have struck and cut the bodies of the souls in pain who suffer in the lower circles. Also, those we met on the road, but none of them felt like these bodies. They are more solid, they have blood and flesh that is not decaying. They are definitely like the elders. Coming from the world of the living... the bounty hunters. On the other hand, it seems I'm doomed to use these weapons in a defensive capacity, the thrusts powered by the action mechs, accompanied by the swiftness of my best movement, make for triple the speed, but with consequences for the blades' edge." Looking at the serrations and indentations on the edge of his weapons, he continued, "This is the reason why a weapon should not be obtained so lightly; for now, I must take care not to break them."
On the two most advanced brothers no dead bodies fell, not even dismembered parts, only a great torrent of blood accompanied by dented weapons and pieces of armor. Fifty people were ground to pieces in the blink of an eye.
Jhades, after coughing up the blood of his enemies and wiping his face exclaimed a question:
"What the hell...!"
The vampire thought it must have been one of the elders. Yes, it had to be one of the elders, but when he looked in the direction of the family's unwanted son, he had no choice but to swallow dryly. Dante lowered his head, aghast at such a scene: he could see the blood trickling like water through the roots of the trees. Pieces of fingers, ears, splintered bones, eyes, and flesh were the only solid and identifiable things on the ground. Limbs that caught the gaze of the wolf cub who could not say anything because of the lump forming in his throat. On the other hand, how could he not feel threatened if he didn't know if the hundreds of shadows that surrounded them were allies or enemies, shadows in human form that jumped from one side to the other, spread around the place like guards of Paradise that didn't want to be seen.
The answers came alone to the mind of the one who could no longer maintain a cold and calculating demeanor:
"How many times did you have to cut the same individual to make him look like this?" asked Jhades as he turned his gaze to the last member of the group.
Rey didn't have time to indulge in the luxury of answering his brothers' behavior. It was unwise in the situation, as they had their defenses down and the enemies had detected them.
(Kiinnn, Kinn, Kiinn.) Metal was heard colliding. At the same time, the last of the group disappeared and as soon as the two little ones turned quickly, they saw how their brother had reappeared in front of them while in the air still tinkled the edge of three chaotically spinning daggers. The danger had become eminent: one of the three enemies was declaring his hostile intentions from the clearing. The armor-clad human made ten daggers appear in each hand in one movement. Using his commanding voice, he added the following words to the air:
"Colonel! So there you were!!! Why would you stoop to using weapons when you can employ the defense barrier and the sorcerer grade you used to pass the low circles?".
The white eyes that could be seen from within the darkness of the forest seemed to pay attention to the words of the guy who spoke with a very heavy accent the ancient language. "Why rely on my best skill in a combat? More so when the clan members are watching me," he said to himself.
"Oh, how long has it been since that moment we saw you fall? I guess you'll have to be more powerful and I'll have to tread carefully. But I can't help but tell you my opinion, or our motives... Listen to this human talk, maybe you can learn something."
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Rey De-Heavens (English)
Mystery / ThrillerIn a world already created behind his back, the genuine creator emerges. Among mutant beings, in a full natural space, which offers itself with all its splendor but also with all its danger, Rey must recover his own. Being almost incorporeal, almost...