Author's Note: Extreme violence alert. This chapter is not for the squeamish. Please do not hesitate to skip Celina's past written in italics.
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Tyrell's Formation electrocuted the humans, instantly putting them to death. Dead bodies littered in the grassy area, the top layer of the snow slightly melting giving him easy access to let his kinetic power diffuse through. He reached out and picked up a fallen vial containing silvery power from the ground. The beasts were his biggest hurdle, not allowing him to use the powder. Even after getting struck by the bolts of lightning, they returned again and again, solely driven by greed for human blood. Celina, recognizing his problem, at once created the Formation she invented, a swirl of the tornado with spikes. It formed bigger and better than it had ever before. She got involved herself in the fight and with a few continuous flickering of hands, she hurled all the beasts away forcibly making them get stuck in the tempest.
The snowflakes rose in the air, the acid of the beasts poured out, and their screams and cries echoed in the open space of the forest. The unearthly commotion was enough to create a frantic among the people living nearby and the knights patrolling somewhere in the forest. She didn't care if it troubled anyone. The only hurdle was cleared. Nothing was going to stop her from getting closer to him.
Tyrell evened his stance watching the sudden windy atmosphere surrounding them, his expression as though a stale drunk. She was approaching him in a great rush. There was a terrible rage boiling up so quickly, that when got closer...
Smack!
She punched hard on his jaw like the way she had hit Almourah.
Tyrell's face jerked aside with the blow, but he regained his composure quickly wiping a dark crimson off his jaw. He gave a speculative look before breaking into a slow smirk. "Still going strong and feisty, I see, " he said, "Try saying hello next time."
His voice was inaudibly low with the severed beasts revolving around them, yelling and screaming with pain. Panting heavily, she took a step closer, staring up at his lifeless eyes. "There won't be a next time," she said, determined. "We are going back to Sharad and...surrendering."
"Not the time to kid, Hanslay."
"I'll freaking throttle you, Tyrell, I swear," she said, gritting her teeth, losing her patience, "You and I have brought an enormous shame to the country. Hayden aims cleansing. And if it is meant to happen, then it should be a thorough one."
His smirk gradually faded, bringing his face back to being cold and adamant. "That's very considerate of Hayden's aims. Maybe you forgot that anybody can have one."
She scoffed. "And what is yours may I ask?"
"To own the Pride," he said, as if eager to share information. He paused a little when Celina's eyes slightly widened with astonishment, "Had you not failed in the first place, I wouldn't have gone to beg Hayden, Pruthvi, and Leena to attain it."
"I wonder what lead me to fail."
"Feel free to open up."
"None of your business."
"Did you kill Jyran Kerenza?"
Celina was slightly taken aback by the question. She wouldn't know if he was displaying an affectless affection for his father. A dilemma arose. Did she really want to admit? But what was the need to hold back anyway? Thanks to that woman who knowingly or unknowingly led her to Tyrell. Finding him was her final and prime objective of all time. It shouldn't be a matter of concern now. "He deserved it," she said, and heart warmed accepting it.
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