*(In the dirt lay Huba Huba's lifeless torso and his torn demonic skull. Raziq and Haibat stood amidst the silence of death.)*
The thick, heavy air of the night carried the biting chill of death.
Raziq Al-Fajr, the High-Speed Assassin of the Divine Disciples, stood completely motionless, as still as a stone statue.
With absolute style and cold serenity, he swung both of his legendary twin blades—'Saif Al-Rawh'—in a perfect arc through the air.
The black, venomous blood clinging to the edges flicked off and splattered onto the dirt, emitting a faint hissing sound.
Within Raziq's brown eyes lay a chilling calmness, the kind that only settles after a violent storm has passed.
"Perhaps..."
Raziq exhaled a deep breath, sheathing his swords with a sharp metallic clink,
"Death has finally accepted this demonic dog."
But right behind him, the heavy clanking of metallic boots broke the silence.
Exhaling heavily, Haibat placed his massive, rune-engraved warhammer down upon the dirt.
Haibat flexed his broad, fortress-like chest and his bulging muscles.
The beads of sweat on his face radiated the pure, unadulterated arrogance of a conqueror.
"No, you mosquito!"
Haibat roared, letting out a mountainous laugh that echoed into the night,
"Death didn't kill him, I DID!
I am the undisputed Titan of this battlefield, the strongest warrior in this world,
Haibat!
Hahaha!"
Raziq cast a strange, calculating sideways glance at the behemoth of a man.
The cold assassin offered a taunting reply:
"I don't know what kind of fool I'm talking to...
but fine,
yes,
you killed this piece of junk.
The point is,
this demonic skull's game is finally over."
Haibat was still chuckling in celebration of his victory, his golden imperial mustache twitching in the wind. But suddenly, a jarring realization struck his mind.
His glowing blue eyes widened in horror, and his laughter died instantly.
"Wait! There is one last thing left to do...
I have to retrieve that innocent child's eyes from this demon!"
Haibat lunged forward, his heavy footsteps causing the earth to tremble.
He stood directly over Huba Huba's torn, demonic skull. But the moment he peered into the hollow sockets of the skull...
the ground slipped from beneath his feet.
"W-What is this?!"
Haibat's broad chest shuddered with panic.
His jaw dropped wide open.
There were no eyes in there!
The dark magic and blood inside had completely dried up, as if the skull had been hollow for centuries.
"That treacherous bastard...
he escaped!
What will happen to that innocent child now?!"
Raziq's eyes instantly shifted into danger mode.
His calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold, deadly urgency.
"Where is the child?!
Show me the way!"
Haibat pointed his massive finger,
"In that last ruined house...
Zahira is healing him!"
The two warriors sprinted toward the crumbling clay house. Inside,
Zahira,
the Divine Healer,
was desperately trying to heal Omar,
projecting a glowing green shield right above his face using her
'Clover Relic'.
Raziq pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Zahira looked up at the two men with trembling, hopeful eyes.
"Did... did you both find his eyes?"
Haibat stammered,
awkwardly looking away and rubbing his massive hands together,
"Well... the truth is,
Zahira...
his eyes..."
Raziq cut him off, delivering a blunt, emotionless, and cold answer,
"The devil escaped. We didn't get the eyes."
Hearing this, Haibat's face dropped in shame and sorrow.
Zahira instantly tensed up.
Tears began to well up in her beautiful golden eyes.
"No...!"
Zahira's voice trembled.
"If his eyes aren't treated immediately, his inner veins will seal shut!
He will be permanently blind! And even if we find the eyes later...
my life resonance won't work on him anymore!
It will be permanent!"
A heavy, suffocating gloom descended upon the burnt, ruined mud house.
Even a rock-solid warrior like Haibat stared at the floor in grief.
Zahira broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was then that Raziq—whose mind always operated with ruthless practicality on the battlefield—stepped forward.
He uttered a sentence that made the silence in the room even more terrifying:
"Haibat...
the bodies lying out there in the field...
many are burnt by the fire, but some might still be intact.
Can we...
extract someone's eyes from them and transplant them into this child?"**
Hearing this disturbing, gruesome, yet undeniably practical idea,
Haibat was overwhelmed with emotion.
He stepped forward and pulled Raziq into a bone-crushing hug!
"Brother!
Are you trying to kill me, you brute?!"
Raziq snapped,
holding his breath and getting irritated.
Haibat,
crying and laughing simultaneously,
said,
"What a terrifying brain you possess,
my friend!
But it seems you always find a way out of the darkest corners!"
*(Cut scene: Miles away, in a massive valley nestled between the jungle and the mountains)*
This place felt incredibly nostalgic yet deeply terrifying.
A biting, rapid wind howled through the mountains, carrying a chill that could freeze the marrow in one's bones.
The sky was cloaked in darkness and storm clouds, so thick that even the moonlight was afraid to pierce through.
In the dead center of this valley lay a horrific, deadly silence—broken only by the calm, disciplined laughter of an athletic warrior.
He was a 6-foot-2-inch tall warrior—Maazin. He wore royal red and white armor, his blonde hair fluttering wildly in the wind. Behind his glasses lay a profound calmness, the kind that could pacify any storm.
In his hand, he casually twirled his Scimitar sword, its edge crackling with firework energy like deadly sparklers.
Directly across from him stood a colossal figure, entirely draped in black iron and chains of dark magic.
His aura was so vile that the dirt and grass around his feet were burning to ash.
He spoke, his voice heavy, echoing like it was rising from the depths of the abyss:
"Who are you?
Have you come seeking your death in this darkness, insect?"
The smile on Maazin's face only grew more confident.
Laughing with absolute swagger and discipline, he introduced himself:
"My name is Maazin! ,
The Lieutenant Vice Captain of the Divine Disciple Order!"
The massive demon of black iron and chains stared at him with blind, pupilless eyes.
The chains draped across his body scraped against each other, creating a horrifying
*clink-clank*
sound.
For the first time in this world, he announced his name:
"And my name... is Abu Al-Salasil.
Today is the final day of your freedom."
Chapter End