Chapter 367: Spear of Noctem (1/2)
My heart was tranquil, as the sea in which I walked upon. My soul, however, was burning with the flames of Hellfire.
Ignoring the ships that surrounded the island, the tranquil ocean of my mind began to boil. How long had it been? How long had it been since she was taken? A billion? A trillion, endless eons? Who the hell can say? I did not remember how long, for all I could remember was her warm smile.
Stepping past the ships that held the sigil of a bleeding sun, their expression did not register within my eyes.
”Lilith,” I whispered to myself, raising my head towards the vague image of a castle surrounded by a heavy mist.
”Arsene?” A familiar voice called, but my steps did not waver. They would not stop. The more I advanced, the stronger my heart began to thunder from my chest.
Opening my left hand, a small milky with orb was handed to me by Anya. ”Please get my master back!” She pitifully muttered with longing.
Overflowing with a rich divinity, I stared at the orb that had drained the divinity for the valkyries for the past nine years. It was searing hot to the touch, shivering to be set free.
”Arsene!”
”Arsene!”
”Arsene!”
Hearing my name repeated by countless people, I did not turn, not now. Not when I could smell her blood in the air. I will not be my uncle! I will not lose her! Not now, not ever!”
Reaching near the shores of Yu'drol, the mist began to clear, and my legs came to a swift halt at the singular tremor that ran through me. I could see Soloman and Sitri upon the balcony, but it was my wife that had captured my attention.
”Sitri!” I bellowed that bastard's name till the skies began to shake, and the mark upon my shoulder started to erupt with a power that caused the very laws to shiver.
”For our Master,” Falis fearfully muttered on one knee, ”It's the Primordial Drew, crafted from our blood. Heal our Master!”
Sending a side glance towards him, the ring of bael sucked in the vail of drew, while the spear sigil took the orb of divinity.
Taking in a deeper breath of air and qi, my eyes shifted into an inferno of flames from the depts of the Hells. As I roared his name so hard, the mark upon my shoulder vanished, causing night once more to descend upon this fucking realm.
”Sitri!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hearing his laughter, he soared towards me as if he was a noble bird. His smile was crooked, and his eyes were shimmering amusement.
”Arsene Snow,” he said, but my attention was upon my wife.
I could hear the air flowing from her neck, which was still spilling blood. She could not even speak as her vocal cords, eyes, nose, skin, hair, and even some fingers were removed. Her bones shattered in various places, yet she stood still, with three large spikes pricing into her two shoulds and another one within her skull.