10 Energy Slash (1/2)

Lazar had just spent the most intense 5 hours of his life.

As he tried to fall asleep on the driver seat which he had just inclined, a lot of questions were polluting his mind.

This apocalypse simply didn't make sense for him.

'It's impossible to predict what will happen.'

The announcement of the end of the world by the horn of Heimdall of Nordic mythology.

Hermes from Greek mythology as a messenger of the gods and his allusion to the seven seals of the Apocalypse which are in the New Testament.

And finally his meeting with a monster from Inuit folklore.

'By taking one by one the events that have just occurred, it seems that everything has been mixed between the different prophetic texts on the end of the world that I know. Fortunately, I have read books that talk about these subjects several times, I wouldn't have to break into a library...'

The study of mythologies and theology was one of the rare non-practical readings that Lazar allowed himself.

Why?

Because it is only in this kind of texts that we can rationalize the fact that the Earth would have been born from the corpse of a giant, itself born from the collision between a world of ice and fire.

From there, how can we not find it exciting? Besides, this knowledge is proving useful today.

Another thing that bothers him is energy.

Thanks to the points he had invested in this statistic, he was gradually starting to feel it circulate in him.

'It could be compared to the circulation of my blood throughout my body. It's still weak but I can feel it moving inside me when I focus on it.'

He had to go to Boston as soon as possible, but he was taking into account what Lana had said.

If the situation was as shitty as it had been on the highway with the flame column, then he had to enter the city either fully prepared or not at all.

Therefore, at dawn, he would train to be able to use the Energy Slash.

It became his prerequisite for going to Boston.

If he found himself making the crossing that he undertook in a city infested with monsters, he must have all his assets ready to be used.

...

The Moonlight was important enough to see that Lazar's watch indicated 4:34 a.m.

He was supposed to sleep 7 hours ago, but he couldn't get to sleep until 1 a.m.

It was only in his sleep that he looked peaceful... Vulnerable...

Although, even then, his right hand was on the handle of his blade.

But none of his precautions had prepared him for his peaceful sleep to be interrupted by a brick of stone that passed through his windshield and ended its course right in his forehead.

When he understood what had just happened... The first thing he felt wasn't the pain although the brick had left a large bruise on his forehead and blood was already starting to trickle from a wound.

It was pure anger.

Whoever it was, or whatever it was, this thing was going to die!

Hardly had he had time to regain his senses, that he saw something on the hood of his car.

Normally he should have felt that it had gotten on his car, but the brick blow he had taken prevented it.

Thanks to the moonlight he saw very distinctly a very small silhouette handling a large spear that was going to hit him.

”GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD!”

He was surprised to understand what had just been said to him and he was convinced when he saw the silhouette that it wasn't human.

That didn't stop him from estimating the best thing to do in less than a second.

Such a ridiculously frail creature shouldn't have had such a spear as a weapon, it seemed to use it with difficulty. Its spear swing wasn't executed quickly enough to cause Lazar a problem.

'You don't deserve it if that's all you can do.'

Having not let go of the handle of his blade, he drew it and stopped the spear in full swing.

”What?!”

It didn't hide its astonishment.

Lazar wasn't done with it, he was going to take his time.

He straightened up in his seat and although he couldn't see the creature well, it seemed to start to panic.

With a blow of his blade, he managed to make fly the spear from the hands of the creature which had no chance to measure itself to the strength of Lazar with its skinny arms.

He went on with a kick into the creature's rib cage.

He felt ribs break under his sole and sent it flying almost as far as the spear.

With his rib cage in such a state, no chance it could get up right away.

But Lazar still hastened to get out of the car.

This creature was endowed with speech and he intended to demand explanations.

...

As soon as he opened the door, he saw it crawl about fifteen yards from the car in the direction of its weapon.

'A very thin hope.'

He advanced towards him and gave him a second kick in the same place, to let off steam and so that his back is facing the grass.

He wanted to see what his attacker looked like.