The sound of the bang came from the roof of the building; it seemed like Amram was directing his attack towards the roof of the building to destroy this place. "Everyone, please move to a safer place." I said I was leading everyone out of the room. Everyone ran hastily from the building towards the Amasius Mountains, an uninhabited place that was safe from conflict between tribes apart from the oasis.
Everyone ran out of the room until there was nothing left apart from the old grandfather's stick that was left behind. I took the stick and looked at it. My memory stirred again, and an image of a dragon-shaped tree flashed in my mind. This staff is an old artifact left by a dragon who was one of the messengers of the primordial gods. How could that old grandfather have it?
When I observed the level of the first dragon tree, a silhouette surprised me. Without thinking, I dodged and entered another room to avoid the arrows that attacked me.
"Change." The sentence was heard, but it seemed that this word was not heard from Yilbegan or Amram. If so, it must be someone else. Is that Abqary?
A sharp piece of iron attacked me again. I firmly lifted the staff from the dragon tree and chanted another prayer to the primordial god.
Possessor of compassion and wisdom
Creator of beginnings and endings
A guide to faith
Praying for him is great.
I was hoping that my prayers would be answered, but unfortunately, the four pieces of iron attacked me faster. I suddenly split them with the old grandfather's stick, which, of course, split into two, which made me inevitably run away again.
Taking this opportunity, I ran towards the desert to meet Yilbegan, who was a wizard who might know something about how to use this wand. Jumping over the hole in the wall, I ran towards the desert, which was still lit by the blue moon.
From a distance, I saw Amram attacking with a fireball and Yilbegan blocking it with his homemade sword. I shouted at him, "YILBEGAN," and that's when he looked at me with wide eyes.
"Stupid, why are you running towards the battlefield?" he scolded me with his annoyed face.
"Fire." A red fire light attacked me. Yilbegan, who looked so annoyed, took off the cloth covering his face to ward off the flames that were attacking towards the southeast.
That's where I could see the silhouette of his face, which was firm and as cold as the moon in the night sky. "Formed." His homemade sword strikes eastward at the sharp iron that continues to be pointed at me.
"Throw the stick to me," he said to me, and I threw the stick as desired.
"Burnt." Amram swiftly burned the stick, which was split in two, before Yilbegan received it.
"You..." Yilbegan attacked Amram again, ending with a sword being thrown at him. He also made a vertical attack from below to throw the sword.
"Formed." Three swords were aimed at Amram's side to stop his movements.
"You think it's that easy." The thrown sword was drawn again and delivered a counterattack.
He then ran towards Yilbegan to break up the long-range fight between the two. Amram attacked from above to cut Amram's defense "burning." The sword, combined with the fire, pulled Amram backwards.
And from behind me, a grain of sand rose up, breaking the gravitational force of "creating," and gradually the grains of sand turned into sharp lumps of iron.
"Alchemy." I said surprised, so Amram is a follower of the first wing.
Several lumps of iron were thrown at me, and I was still shocked by the fact that I received them, whether he was related to me in the past.
I turned my body to the left to avoid the sharp piece of iron, which ended up tearing half of my face.
"You're the master of alchemy." Yilbegan called me, and I couldn't help but look at him, which was a shame. My focus was again divided by the sharp iron being thrown at me.
"Take that stick before it completely burns, and follow my words." I also gave approval in the midst of avoiding attacks from Abqary.
Taking whatever action I could, I continued to dodge in the midst of the never-ending battlefield. When I tried to reach the stick among the piles of desert sand, it formed a body, and Abqary appeared and tried to take the stick, which started to turn black. "Formed." A sword was thrown between the rocks 15 meters from where we were standing, and the body shattered again into grains of sand.
I quickly took the stick while holding back the stinging feeling of the coals from the flames. "I've got it." I shouted in the middle of the fight between Yilbegan and Amram.
"Listen carefully, he who was born from blue fire." Amram then launched an attack to confuse Yilbegan's mind.
"He who was born from fire" I tried to repeat Yilbegan's words in the middle of my palm, which was stinging with intense pain from the previous fight. But the fight between the two men never ended, with Amram continuing to drain Yilbegan's energy.
"Lord of the Blue Night." He gave the next sentence again as his two hands strengthened their grip on the sword to block Amram's attack, which was trying to cut his left shoulder.
"Lord of the Blue Night." When the second sentence was said, the fire turned into a cold blue flame and began to grow new branches between them.
"This will be the last sentence after that. Turn iron into gold." The next sentence was issued when Yilbegan began to get space to attack "part of the four wisdoms of the creator."
Without waiting long for me to repeat this sentence, the blue flame burned the stick from the wooden twig into ashes and left behind an astrological clock.
"Formed." Dozens of swords formed and began to attack Amram one by one, who chose to dodge.
Yilbegan moved closer. "That watch can help you channel your strength and stop enemy attacks."