Chapter 93 - 93. Zealots (1/2)

Mack removed a few drops of sweat from his own face and dropped his own body over the chair behind him.

He was tired.

Not physically, but mentally. He had to focus too much on what he was doing.

Still seated, Mack searched for something in his pockets until he found on the right pocket.

A pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Mack lit one and put on his mouth, slowly dragging the smoke while he appreciated the view in front of him.

A bloody man without a single centimeter of skin over his body, no ears, no eyes, no tongue and with all fingers broken.

The smoke came out of Mack's mouth as he kept looking at the still alive man in front of him.

Only the gods would know what Mack was thinking know.

But if someone paid attention to his eyes, they would see two long lines of tears coming from Mack's eyes.

A silent cry, not for the man in front of him, not for joy, not for pain, a simple cry, a cry to release all those feelings of frustration, cowardice, and fear that made him run for all his life till this day, incapable of getting revenge for his father.

After a few seconds in that same position without moving, Mack raised his bloody right hand and took a long drag of smoke and, using his middle finger, threw the cigarette to the front.

The cigarette fell on the floor a few centimeters away from the scar faced man and the fire on the tip of the cigarette started to slowly increase in size bit by bit.

Not a second later, the fire spread over the floor and moved to the man's feet as if it was a snake with his own will and burned even stronger, involving the man's leg and then moving to the rest of the body, until the man's body could not be seen anymore, only flames.

Amidst the flames, someone could even tell that the man said he was sorry, but no one would ever believe, because the man had no more tongue.

Hearing the crackling sound similar to a bonfire, Mack looked up as if trying to find something and said to himself.

'Its done father, now you can rest in peace.'

After a few minutes, and with the man completely burned to ashes, Mack raised from the chair and slowly walked to the front of the airport.

There thousands of people surrounded the building, curious to know what that anomaly in the airport was, and in front of them, Mack saw hundreds of heavily armed soldiers.

The dissonant figure of Mack quickly got the attention of everyone and dozens of reporters started filming and transmitting live what was happening in that airport to several other news channels.

”Hear me well, Zealots, or should I call you all for what you truly are? Mages.”

Said Mack aloud, seeing he grabbed the attention of everyone.

”I will stay here for three days. If you don't come, I will find you.”

Said Mack, raising his bloody right hand in the air.

”And destroy you all.”

Mack closed his right hand, and the entire airport behind him became an enormous pile of debris.

Seeing this, the soldiers pointed their guns at Mack, but before they could act, Mack jumped to the sky and vanished from everyone's sight.

That day, all over the world, only one subject appeared on the news, while all kinds of media replayed the same footage of the airport being destroyed as if was a giant beer can.