Three celestial warriors rushed into our line; some walked like humans, and some crawled like beasts. All were equipped with huge weapons that humans could not lift. They were unstoppable and invincible. They broke in, and every swing struck.
Killed more than a dozen people. The Icathians were beaten into pieces by their blades, trampled severely, or torn into bloody strips of cloth.
"Withdraw!" Sejax shouted. "Withdraw to the walls!"
No one could penetrate the armor of the Celestial Warriors. Their brutality and bestiality kept me frozen in place. The spears broke on their steely skin, and their roaring roars drove fear deep into my bones. One of them wore a
It had jagged wings and a vulture-like beak. It made a harsh crow call, jumped into the air, and its sharp claws spurted blue flames. I watched helplessly as my compatriots were burned to ashes, and I could only scream helplessly.
We had been cheering in the illusion of victory and glory just now, but now all our thoughts were shattered like a glass. Instead, there was a premonition of extreme fear and torture, an unimaginable cruel tyrant who would use all possible means.
revenge.
I felt a hand grab my shoulder and subconsciously raised the bloody sword.
"Come on, Aza," Sejax said as he pulled me back. "The battle isn't over yet!"
I was dragged by his strong hand, and could hardly keep up. We retreated to the original formation, and I cried silently. Our line was broken, and we were destined to lose today.
But the gods' warriors stood among the dead bodies everywhere and didn't even bother to pursue them.
"You said we had weapons," I cried. "Why don't we use them?"
"They're starting up," Sejax said. "Look!"
What happened next is beyond my comprehension. No mortal had ever seen anything like it.
Several bright lights erupted from the tent. A huge arc of purple energy tore through the sky and hit the ground like a huge wave. The force of the impact knocked everyone to the ground. I covered my ears with both hands and heard a deafening sound.
The screams seemed to tear the air apart.
I clung to the land burned by the war, and the screams continued to penetrate my head, as if the whole world was howling in terror. I rolled to my side and retched, as if I had been stabbed with a knife in my stomach.
Disgusting. The blue sky that was clear just a moment ago has now turned into the color of a bruise. Unnatural twilight has taken over the sky, and the remaining flickering afterimage is imprinted in the depths of my mind.
Sharp teeth and claws...a bloody mouth...all-seeing eyes...
Such a horrific sight made me sob weakly.
Of all the things that were taken away, this was the only thing I willingly handed over.
The light in the nightmare, an evil and ugly blue-purple color, covered the world, overwhelming it from top to bottom, and at the same time blooming upward from nowhere below. I got up, slowly looked around, and looked at the end of the world.
The Shurimans were all retreating away from the city, scared to death by the power unleashed by our priests. My enemies were being wiped out, and I knew I should be celebrating my victory, but this... this wasn't any sane person.
A victory that will be celebrated.
This is the end.
An abyss flowing with purple blood opened up among the Shuriman people. I saw their ivory-skinned general being tightly entangled with whip-like material strips. She waved her frantic blade to free herself, but we
The power she released was unmatched by her. The pulsating light gradually spread throughout her body, wrapping her up like an ugly cocoon...
I looked around, and saw the same slender ribbons sprouting everywhere around me, even emerging from the air, grabbing mortal bodies, men and women being picked up and wrapped up. I saw a Shuriman on the ground using
His hands crawled, and his body seemed to be dissolved, swallowed up by the tentacles of evil energy.
I began to hope, began to pray that this destruction had been planned.
I saw strange shapes in the flickering light, but I moved too fast to see clearly in Taimou Lake. I saw elongated, swollen limbs made of a tar-like substance. People were lifted up by their legs.
Pulling it apart. I heard the cooing and whining of something that should not exist in this world.
Although today I look like a human being
Hell, but I wonder if this is the price we must pay for the weapons unleashed by our priests. I remember the suffering the Shuriman people have inflicted over the centuries, and I harden my heart for the pain they endured.
I can't find Sejax and Korglin again. But I no longer need their support. I have proven that I am worthy of the name of my ancestors and the brand on my arm.
I'm Khao Ali!
The sky groaned and collapsed, and the sound was like a huge canvas being torn apart by a storm. I ran towards the city and joined the other soldiers. Everyone had the same despair and panic on their faces, and I knew that I
The same goes for his expression.
Did we win? No one knows. The Shurimans are gone, eaten alive by the horrors we unleashed on the world. I have no regrets. The panic has been replaced by peace of mind.
I'd lost my Nimcha scimitar in the frenzy of battle, so I took my recurve bow off my shoulder and pointed it skyward. "Icacia!" I yelled. "Icacia!"
My shouts were echoed by other soldiers around me, and then we stopped and looked at the defeated enemy quietly. The substance that devoured them covered their flesh and blood like a shroud, rising like boiling water.
Bubbled. Its surface undulates, and when the swollen blisters burst, a pool of reflective liquid leaked out, like an animal fetus twisting and stretching in the foaming amniotic fluid.
I heard the loud sound of grinding stones and followed the sound.
The roar echoed, and more and more ravines tore the earth apart. I knelt down as the mountains shook and the earth shook. The walls of Icathia, which had been torn down and rebuilt, were completely shattered amidst the deep groans that tore the earth apart.
.
Sand and smoke were ejected from the city, and I saw people screaming loudly, but their shouts were completely obscured by the collision of falling rocks and the tearing of the earth. The place where the first Wizard King set up the Star Iron Staff, the tower and
The palace was swallowed whole by the gaping mouth of the ground. Only rubble and debris remained of my beloved city, which collapsed into a charred skeleton.
Flames shot into the sky, and the city and its residents fell into bottomless darkness. Their wails of pain were somehow amplified by the canyon, allowing me to hear them clearly.
"Icacia!" I yelled one last time.
I saw something flash by, flying quickly over my head, and quickly lowered my head. I recognized it as the vulture-headed god warrior from the earlier battle. Its flight was extremely unstable, and it fell from a crack in the ground.
The strange substance protruding from it has destroyed and disintegrated part of its limbs...
It flew towards the tent, flapping its broken wings desperately, and I knew I had to stop it. I ran towards the creature and nocked an obsidian arrow to my bow.
It staggered to the ground, its legs were twisted, and a tentacle was still attached to its back, still devouring it. Feathers and skin peeled off its head, and it crawled over the corpses of the priests, their flesh and blood bubbling.
Something is stirring underneath.
Flames began to appear from the hands of the god warrior, and it was preparing to use its last strength to burn down the tent.
Sejax said that the Sun Emperor has more troops, and if we want to defeat them, we must keep this weapon intact. I drew the bowstring and aimed the obsidian arrow at the god warrior.
I let go of my finger, and the arrow hit without a sound, passing through the substance that dissolved the flesh and blood, and shot into its skull.
It fell to the ground, and the flame in its hand was extinguished. It rolled on its side, and the flesh and blood was falling off its bones - I saw thin strips of pale material forming under the flesh and blood.
The god warrior sensed my presence and turned its vulture-like head towards me. One of its eyes had become cloudy, and its skull was covered with a layer of strange fungus-like substance, which squeezed the eye until it was swollen and bulging.
One eye has my arrow stuck in its socket.
"Do you know...what you...did...stupid...Icathians?" The blind god warrior struggled to squeeze out a sentence. His voice was rough and wet, and his vocal cords were dissolving.
I wanted to respond to it with some powerful words, words that could represent my cruelty in killing a god warrior.
All I could think of was the truth. "We're free," I said.
"You...opened a door...
You should never open the door to..." it hissed. "You... got everyone killed..."
"You're the one who's going to die," I said.
The god warrior wanted to laugh, but what he came out with was a dying whimper. "Death...? No... what follows... is more terrifying than death... equivalent to all of us... never existing..."
I left the arrow in its skull. People began to stagger back from the battlefield, bloody and exhausted, with the same unbelievable horror in their eyes. None of us could truly understand what had just happened.
But the Shurimans died, and that was enough.
Isn't it?
Confused, we walked around aimlessly, no one knew what to say or what to do. The ground in front of the city was distorted by unnatural movements, and the flesh of the Shuriman people had been completely covered in the pale thread-like shape.
The substance covered it. I watched helplessly as its surface gradually darkened, and then turned into some kind of hard carapace and cracked open. Vicious pus flowed out of it, and I felt more and more that this was just the beginning of something worse.
Huge cracks in the ground are still spewing out shimmering light, and weird sounds—a mixture of screams, screams, and crazy howls—are echoing from the distant underground. I can feel the belly of the earth.
The vibrations in the earthquake are becoming more and more obvious, just like the friction of bedrock before an earthquake.
"What's down there?" said a person I didn't know. One of his arms had been wrapped in a translucent fetal membrane, and it was slowly climbing up half of his neck. I doubt he didn't notice it himself. "Listen.
It looks like a nest. Or a nest, or... something."….
I don't know what's ugly down there. And I don't want to know.
I heard a voice calling my name. I looked up and saw Sejax limping towards me. His face had turned into a mask of blood, a zigzag wound.
Open from above the right eye to the chin.
I didn't know Sejax could bleed.
"You're hurt," I said.
"It's more serious than it looks."
"Are you done?" I asked him.
"For Icacia, I'm afraid," he replied, stepping aside and grabbing the reins of a cavalry mount. The beast was frightened, but Sejax grabbed the reins and mounted the saddle.
seat.
"I will do anything to defeat the Shurima," I whispered.
"I'm afraid we did give it our all," Sejax said.
"But... we won."
"The Shurima are dead, but I don't know if we are victorious," Saijax said. "Now it's time for you to find a mount. We must go."
"Let's go? What are you talking about?"
"Icathia is destroyed," he said. "You saw it, didn't you? Not just the city, but our land. See it. This will be our destiny too."
I know he's right, but walking away...? I don't know if I can do it.
"Icathia is my home," I said.
"There is nothing left in Icacia. In a while, there will really be nothing left."
He held out his hand to me, and I took it.
"Aza..." he said, looking back at the terrifying scene. "There is no hope here."
I shook my head and said, "I was born here and I will die here."
"Then take advantage of it now, kid," he said. I could feel his heavy sadness and guilt. "That's all you have left."
Sejax turned and rode away. I never saw him again.
My name is Akzam Wa-Koyin Kauali Aikaser.
Let me think about it... Akzam should be the name of my ancestor. There is a meaning behind it, but I can't remember it.
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An impossibly large pit, rubble, and a crack in the world's matrix.
There was a terrible sense of nothingness before me.
Akzam was once a king, I think it was. I can’t remember where exactly. Is it here? This dilapidated city?
I don't know what Wa and Keyin mean. Aikaser should also have a special meaning to me, but whatever it is, it is gone now. My mind and memory have now become a terrible void.
My name is Akzam Wa-Koyin Khaoali.
Khao Ali?…what is it?
There is a brand on my arm, a sword wrapped in a scroll. Is this the brand of a slave? Am I the property of some conqueror? I remember a girl with green eyes and an opal necklace. She
Who is it? Is it my wife, sister, or daughter? I don’t know, but I remember the fragrance of flowers on her body.
My name is Akzam Wa-Koyin.
I repeated it again and again, clinging to the name as if it would stop the slow dissolution.
I don't want to forget it. It's all I have left.
My name is Akzam.
I'm being wiped out. I know it, but I don't know why or how.
