Chapter 416: Yu Jing - That Spear (1/2)
”HELP ME!!!!!”
”HELP ME!!!!!”
”KiLL US!!! YOU MUST KILL US!!!”
”PLEASE, KILL US!!!!”
”Your next, Yu Jing!”
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Snapping my eyes open, I shuttered as cold sweat trickled down my back. Clenching my arm that was trembling, I bit my lips, allowing the tears within my eyes to slither down.
I could feel their torment, hear their wails, but I was blind to them. Every night I would listen to them scream and beg till my ears would bleed. It was as if I was being tormented alongside them for days and weeks.
”Big sis? Did you have a bad dream again?” Little Arkanos muttered, opening her eyes towards me, near the campfire with misty eyes.
”I wasn't sleeping,” I fired off, watching her lower head shivering. I paused, shaking at my foolish reaction, ”Sorry, I'm just... It's just I never experienced anything like that. I could smell the ash within the air, the hellish heat tearing at my flesh, and the touch of that beast as he ripped my eyes from their socket, crackling with laughter.”
Feeling a soft pat upon my head, I turned to Arkanos standing near me, her eyes more tearful than mine,” Big Sis is strong! And a Dream is a Dream!”
I chuckled, wiping the tears I could feel slipping down my eyes. Slightly smiling, I spoke in a warmer tone, ”Head back to sleep. I shall be Ok.”
”K! Night, big sis!' She cheered, heading back to her spot on the bare floor close to the fire.
Shaking my head, I felt a cold chilling stare upon me. I lifted my gaze towards the deep smoldering eyes that gleam with such a Darkness my soul shuttered while he smiled, with a hint of mockery, with a spear upon his lap.
'What?” I barked, watching his smile deepen.
”Truly the words of children, you know,” he whispered, turning his gaze towards Arkanos, who entered a deep slumber the moment her head touched the ground. ”To have a dream while meditating, do you not think it's strange?”
”A dream is just a dream.”
”So you are taking advice from a child? How the princess has fallen, sorry former princess.”
Hearing the crackles of fire echo throughout the forest, I arose, with a stone-cold glint, at that demonic bastard.
Summoning Chaotic Moon, my sword to my side, he merely chuckled, not fearful in the least, ”You cried, you know. Calling their names for help. 'Sitri please,' you screamed, 'noooo Yeshimiel, please save me! I want my mom! Please!'
Hearing the mockery in his voice, I shuttered as the demented memories of what transpired clawed its way from within depts of my soul and into my consciousness. I could smell the ash, the brimstone, all return, as well as the heat. The searing heat, that had me screaming for death.
”Stop,” I weakly muttered, struggling to stand, taking a step back as a flicker of chaotic qi charged through my body, banishing my demons. Chanting my mantra, a semblance of peace I longed for washed over me.
”You still think it's a dream. Then you are more naive than I initially thought. You are what? A false god, yet you think it's a dream. I truly wish to see the look of humiliation on Aiza's face if she heard your words.”