That night, the desert land was calmer than the previous nights. Amram, enjoying the tranquility, let his thoughts drift, and the desert winds swept away any debris left by the battle. The smell of burning wood and the blood of human remains entered his sense of smell.
After hearing the Creator's chatter, his body still lay there. Even after he saw the judgment weapon directly, he honestly didn't think he would survive the disaster of the divine weapon descending.
"Haha.." After seeing everything in front of him, he chuckled, as if the curiosity in his heart had been answered. "Hahaha." The laughter became garbled because of emotions that couldn't be expressed after a long time. "So this is what the elders kept secret." Amram just returned to silence.
From a distance, a horse's hooves approached him. It was Abqary, who had just arrived after observing the battle from a distance; his body was so straight on the horse, with his white robe blending so perfectly with his copper skin. Showing the authority of his ideology, which was so upright even though his homeland had been burned to the ground, he said, "Wake up, how long will you be one with the corpses around you?"
"The smell of corpses is the only thing that keeps me alive." Amram's body remained there, not wanting to leave the land of Oasis.
"Then stand up; we still have work to do." He just left, as if nothing big had happened on the land.
Amram just returned to silence and woke up his body, which had just finished healing itself.
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Like on other nights, the plain in the desert was illuminated by perfect blue moonlight, and the land was so quiet with the ruins of abandoned buildings that no one wandered around the settlement.
Zahab, who had just woken up, looked in all directions and found out that the master swordsman was there. His gaze looked out of the desert, only to find silence in that place.
The pain in his body was felt again with the addition of bandages on his head and arms. "It looks like you are conscious; stand up; there is something I want to show you." The tall man led the way through the hallway lit by blue flames.
The place has a building structure made up of river rocks that seem to come from the flow of the Fidel River, which stretches from the northern part of the Amasius Mountains. This indicates that he is currently close to the Pyramid of the Primordial God.
Without any resistance, he just silently followed the steps of the person in front of him. At first, he thought that he would be taken to the enemy's camp and interrogated about things he didn't know. Thank goodness that didn't happen, the expectations were so excessive. Isn't the person in front of him quite good too? That person even wants to heal the wound, even though that person is also the one who caused the wound? Let's consider it a form of responsibility.
"By the way, if I may know what you are fighting for," The master swordsman glanced briefly as if trying to confirm something; that's when he thought he was asking the wrong question.
"That was a long time ago." He stopped his words and took a breath, ready to tell a tough story. "Fighting has become part of the basic nature of living creatures."
"Do you know the cause of the war between the nobles?" Zahab was silent for a moment; he was confused about how to answer the question. He didn't understand that his question would be answered by other questions too.
He was silent and thought about giving his best answer, but what came out of his mouth was only deep honesty. "I don't know..."
The swordsman flinched for a moment when he heard such a simple answer; for a moment, he expected a slightly impressive answer from his interlocutor. "How could an alchemist like you not know that?" Zahab could only give a very wide smile: 'Sir, I have just experienced memory loss and found myself in the middle of a conflict. Knowing that my body is still alive today is a feeling of gratitude.
"You speak as if you know me better." I can only smile as a response from myself, who still upholds politeness.
"Forget it." The master swordsman finally changed the topic to "Warfare on this land has existed since the 3rd century."
"Ah, you mean the dark ages." The master swordsman glanced at me, slightly irritated, when I was able to respond to what he said.
"Didn't you say you didn't know?" I just kept quiet with a smiling face and shrugged my shoulders in response in the middle of our steps.
The tall man led the way. He took another deep breath, tired of seeing me, who seemed to know a lot of things but didn't know anything at all. "This war will continue until the gods return."
"Then what is your kidnapping plan for his resurrection?" The swordsman stopped in his tracks and looked at me with a very serious face. No, it's more like a confused facial expression.
"Kidnapping you, they were the ones taking advantage of you from the start." Wait a minute; Amram is taking advantage of me. It sounded reasonable for him to want to escape from the Oasis; he took advantage of this chaos so he could be free from the responsibility of the leader and search for the whereabouts of the Primordial God.
But is that all he said about revenge? I don't know more details about that plan. If I think more deeply, I will pull out this thread with him kidnapping and using me so that he is free and can carry out his revenge. If I am on their side, victory is absolute, so they can resurrect the primordial god.
"Come here; we have arrived." At that moment, the master swordsman drew the curtain covering the room, which was lit using a blue flame torch. creating a faint light that was enough to dispel the cold desert night wind that came in through the gaps.
Zahab followed the steps into the room, his head bowing slightly as his hand parted the curtain that covered the room. That's when his eyes saw dozens of people who had survived a disease he didn't know about.
His thoughts flashed back to the land of Oasis. Life in the desert was crueler than he had imagined. He wanted to ask what caused the outbreak, but a whisper in his brain said to prevent that.
"Did you not know, or did you just completely forget?" At that time, Mr. the sword master studied me with a very stern face. the hallway lit by blue flames.