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256 – The Fury That Cannot Be Stopped
Chapter 256 – The Fury That Cannot Be Stopped
Illana:
I struggled to stand, the world spinning around me as Bernard's voice echoed faintly in the distance, calling my name. My ears throbbed with pain, a relentless reminder of the super scream that kid had unleashed. The sound still reverberated in my skull, like a hammer driving deeper into my torment.
And then the lightning struck. It hit me with a force that felt almost inhuman. My body convulsed under the impact, every nerve alight with an indescribable agony. It felt like my organs were being fried from the inside out, each fiber of my being incinerated. My blood boiled, and a searing pain ran down my spine, as though something was trying to rip its way out of me.
I tried to focus my vision, but everything was blurred. One of my eyes barely worked, maybe from the punches I'd taken or the lightning itself. It felt like my eye had sunk into its socket. My body trembled, every muscle exhausted and unable to bear the weight of the agony consuming me.
Looking down, I saw my left leg, a grotesque sight. Flesh had been torn away, exposing the bone beneath, a horrifying mix of raw tissue and dripping blood. My right ear was no better; it was completely destroyed, leaving an irregular hole where it used to be. I attempted to move the fingers on my right hand, only to realize that some of them were gone.
The stench of burnt flesh and blood filled the air, mingling with the rain as it futilely tried to cleanse the destruction around me. Despite everything, the pain was a brutal reminder that I was still alive, for now.
"Are you okay, Illana?" Bernard asked, his voice heavy with concern.
His chest bore a gruesome wound, and one of his hands was still encased in a stone drill-like armor. His eyes scanned the area,
"Just looking at you makes me angry," the boy said, his voice icy with disdain. "I bet you’ve been serving these nobles for a long time. Maybe if I dig a little deeper, I’ll find out you were one of the mages who hunted me and my mother when I was just five years old."
Bernard’s eyes widened in fear, his expression a silent admission.
"Ah, judging by your reaction, it seems you were involved," the boy crouched down to look Bernard in the eyes. "Perfect."
"Wait! Don’t do anything! I’ll tell you where Nikolaus Wolves is!" Bernard shouted, his voice trembling with panic.
"There’s a small problem. I only need one of you to talk, and there are two of you. So, one of you has to die right now," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Despite the unbearable pain, I forced myself to speak.
"I’ll tell you where he is! Please!" I begged desperately.
"You hear that? Your friend just betrayed you. Just like Nikolaus Wolves betrayed my family. Die knowing how that feels," he said, spinning the axe and bringing it down on Bernard. But he struck with the handle, not the blade.
I turned my face away, unable to watch, but the sounds of the blows were relentless, the nauseating crunch of bones breaking as his skull caved in echoing in the air.
The boy, now drenched in blood, walked toward me, his heavy steps filling the silence.
"Now tell me, where is Nikolaus Wolves?" he demanded, dropping the axe beside me on the ground.
"I'll tell you!" I begged, desperately trying to stop the bleeding from my legs with the mud I conjured.
Consumed by panic, I began to talk. I didn’t wait for him to ask, I spilled everything, every detail, every secret, frantically trying to save myself from a grim end.
He sighed, looking at me with cold indifference, before grabbing me by the neck.
"What are you doing?" I managed to whisper, fear surging like a tidal wave.
"I said I wouldn’t kill the one who told me, at that moment. But that moment has passed. The people I care about most are suffering at home or fighting on that battlefield. What would you do to someone who hurt your family? Would you let them walk away?"
His words froze my heart. Terror consumed me entirely.
"Please!" I begged again, but his hands began to tighten around my face with terrifying strength.
"Please?" he mocked. "In war, a general takes no prisoners. He kills every last enemy. That’s how I was forged. You brought this destruction upon yourselves. Remember this: it was you who summoned the storm. Now endure its fury."
The pressure on my skull grew unbearable.
And then, with a sickening crack!, the pain vanished, and everything went dark forever.