239 Cold (2/2)
No reply.
Iblis had given him no answer.
Master, he insisted.
Silence.
Why didn't Iblis answer?
Helial was used to not receiving exhaustive answers from the Devil, but Iblis used to liquidate him at least with a ”shithead”.
Something was different that day. It was as if the Devil had disappeared from his Soul.
A strange feeling of cold and adrenaline made its way into Helial's body.
He too had started have cold sweat.
He was beginning to realize something, illogical and rambunctious thoughts had begun to crowd in his mind and to place themselves clearly and linearly.
What frightened him most was Iblis's silence.
Helial was seized by a twinge of terror.
Master? Master?
An unnatural sense of fear ran over his stomach, leaving him breathless. His bowels began to twist and knot, while his skin became wet with cold sweat.
Just then, the words that the Devil had said to him two years before, when the boy had scolded him for not saving Vidio, came to Helial's mind: ”I am not your wet nurse, but your master. I will not intervene in your problems and I will ask you nothing but what has already been granted.”
These had been his exact words and this was what Iblis had always done.
And Iblis had the bad habit of ignoring Helial in the most critical moments of his life.
Helial deduced that this was one of those critical moments and he couldn't do much more to change the situation. If only he had been more careful! If he had asked Iblis for help even a few minutes before! He would certainly have had more time to think of a solution.
In a split second, Helial began to shout his new orders before he even realized it: ”Ranks! Ranks! Formation! Circe and Snowflake on the left. Frankenstein, Lumia, Lulu and Vlad on the right! ”
His friends and the Goblins were taken aback and gave each other confused looks.
”Come on, don't stand there! Get in position!” A terrible feeling of terror now ran through Helial's entire body. Only then did the fighters carry out his orders, still sceptical.
Helial could not have known, but the intuitions he had just had were the result of a dark and unknown power, much darker and more unknown than that of Life and Destruction.
That was a premonition given to him by Time. The Time that Alexander had given him was responsible for the looming feeling of danger and terror that now enveloped him in a steel vice.
Someone was still stunned by the heat and not completely sure about what to do. A Goblin approached Helial hesitantly to ask him what was happening, but the boy immediately kicked his sternum, throwing him into the middle of the rear guard.
”NOW! GET IN POSITION NOW!” he yelled, amplifying his voice with his Mana.
He gritted his teeth and felt a sudden urge to vomit. It was as if terror had taken hold of him and was trying to corrupt him in every way it could. It was tangible, as real as a piece of marble striking a fragile human body.
Finally, a cold feeling coming from the corridor from which his enemies were to arrive warned them that the opponents were coming.
They couldn't have chosen a worse time.
A frosty, deadly Aura took possession of the Colosseum.
Something terrible was about to happen.
Aure and Cesar looked up and saw the barrier set up for the fight to begin to descend on the arena. This meant that the hundred enemy warriors were coming.
Helial looked up at the barrier, its lock worsening the ominous premonition that was dominating his mind. His eyes were bloodshot.
He no longer had the hilt of Curse of the Demon to tighten up to give himself courage.
No more flames, no more demonic Meridians, no more indestructible constitution.
Helial had only his own hands, only Life and Destruction.
Snowflake screamed from the right flank: ”What the hell is this cold now?!”
Helial did not answer. They'd find out soon.
His eyes were fixed on the corridor from which the enemies would arrive.
He breathed nervously.
If death had approached him, he was ready to take it by the throat with both hands and slowly suffocate it.