I didn't know how much time I laid there...watching the place where once my nest was located. Where once I had something what I thought would prepare me for those bastard sentients. Where once I thought that I could get stronger and be safe against my enemies. Clearly I was wrong. For many months I prepared, all it took is a single day for them to destroy all that I have worked so hard for.
On top it all off, they killed Juha too. Whity is right beside me, whimpering as he saw our once humongous nest are now nothing but a huge crater. As time went on, I finally stopped moping. Enough time has passed for me to recover my strength so I can move now without difficulty.
I decided to jump to the giant crater and landed on the bottom with a small thud. It seems that it was not too deep after all. Whity soon jumped as well and landed near me.
I surveyed the surrounding and decided to walk with Whity following me right from behind. I walked and walked and walked...I just...walked. My eyes wandered to my surrounding. Rocks there, another rock here, burnt soil here, another rock here.
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. What is even the point of this? What am I seeking? There's nothing here. Just rocks, soils, rocks, soils, rocks, soils, again and again and again and AGAIN!
I raged. Before I knew it, my hands are suddenly coated in those mysterious flames. I pointed my palms forward and with a loud shout, I fired. Right before my eyes is a huge beam of dark flames. It obliterated the ground with a loud explosion. Whity is already far away from me. He must have sensed my immediate anger before I could let out my flames.
I didn't care. Right now, my mind is a mess. I jumped uphigh with my right leg pointed upwards. I descended with my right foot hitting the ground and soon enough, I made a crater. It fidget stop there though, I punched the ground hard, I kicked, I screamed, I fired my flames. Basically, I'm on a rampage. I just want to destroy everything I see. I just can't help it.
She's gone...
Tears are flowing through my cheeks. I turned to the sky and let out a loud cry. I screamed until my throat hurt. This loss, this sadness, this pain. I will make them pay. I will make them all pay. Especially the Sentient Lord.
With renewed vigor, I stood up and wiped my tears away. The time for mourning is over. Now it's time to get my payment for what they did to me. I turned and walked away with Whity close behind. As we walked, we stumbled upon a box. I went closer to it and realized that is was the one where I stored my unfinished armor. I guess not all is lost, huh?
"I knew you would be here."
We both stopped as we heard the familiar voice. Whity growled near me. I turned around and I could understand why. Even I immediately narrowed my eyes as we stared at the newcomer.
"Garka", I said with venom.
"Heh, did you like it? My Lord sure did quite a unique decoration to your sorry excuse of a nest. Good thing he corrected it himself to save us the trouble of staring at it again."
Right before he finished his sentence, I immediately pounced on him. If he thinks for one second that he will get to mock me after what he and his fellow bastards did. He is in for a rude awakening. Soon enough, he was awakened by my fist hitting him straight in the face. He was sent flying in the air and I put him to the ground with a dual hammer fists. I descended at him quickly with my right foot aimed at him. Unfortunately for me, he was able to dodge in time and tried to get a few distance from me. Oh no you don't. I leaped at him with break neck speed. All around me became a blur until it went back to how it was when I'm finally at his back. I saw his face turn towards me with wide eyes. I could see his disbelief clearly written in his face. I felt a small satisfaction at that then got a bigger satisfaction when I smashed his face in with a brutal right hook. Black blood came out of his mouth before he crashed to ground with a loud boom.
My naked form descended to the ground in a graceful form. Whity went right beside me, ready to attack if needed be. I could see his eagerness however...
"Whity, no. This fight is mine for now."
He sadly nodded and went to a safe distance from us.
"You! How dare you!? You think you can just humiliate me like this!? You are dead, Jerome!"
He then transformed right in front of me. His form turned into a familiar monstrosity from before. I stood on the ground as the strong winds passes through me. I stood at the ground, letting him get stronger. I stood at the ground letting this scum pull up his trump card. My eyes watched him with the same gleam as before.
Pure unimaginable anger.
Let him transform all he wants. Let him think that he can now get a upper hand against me. LET HIM THINK HE CAN NOW WIN AGAINST ME.
All of it will not matter in the end.
He let out a roar before firing multiple beams towards me from his many heads.
"Now you die!"
I avoided every attack he sent in my way. Each one being quite neatly hitting from the last but I remained calm. Since from the start of our battle, I could clearly see the gap of strength between us and clearly...he is now far weaker than me. As the fight drag on, the more I notice how obviously slow he was. How weak he was, how predictable he was, how outclassed he was...and how strong I am. Whatever it was that happened to me, I grateful that it happened. I now right I'm front of him. He took a step back as he noticed how close I was.
"H-how?" He asked in disbelief. I answered him with a clean kick right in the face. He ragdolled to the ground before getting kicked again in his abdomen, sending him up in the air then got hit by a spinning kick right in his neck. I heard an audible cracking sound before he went to the ground like a driller. His body made a canal at the ground as he continues to crash before stopping. His form are now bloodied and bruised. His multiple heads have been snapped by the crash. In short, he is officially screwed.
I slowly walk towards him.
He shakingly tried to stand up again before laying back to the ground.
"You. I did not think that you would become this strong. I thought it was a mere fluke that you killed Horan that day."
I continued my pace. The information is a bit surprising but I maintain my expression.
"I don't u-understand. H-how did you b-became so strong?"
I'm now a few feet away from him. He looked up at me with eyes wide. His mouth is shaking. I know it well. I know it very well.
"It's impossible. Just i-impossible."
He mumbled on and on and on. I just let him. Besides, he knows he is cornered. He knows that there is nowhere to run. He knows his end...is near. However, I have to confirm something first...
"Where are the others?"
That seemed to snap him back. I saw a spark coming back into his eyes. His jaws stopped shaking and it also seems that he regained a little bit of courage because he slowly stand up and punched me in the face. Or at least tried to. I ducked at the punch and delivered a kick in return. I hit his stomach causing him to puke a mouthful of blood. I grasp his neck and held him uphigh. His long body still touching the ground.
"Where are they?"
Noticing another defiance, I had enough. I ripped of his heads, his legs, as well as his arms for good measure. His screams of pain echoed through my ears. His limbs where tossed to the ground. The soil beneath are now covered in black blood and Garka himself are now mutilated beyond belief. His form are all covered in blood. His limbs are gone. All that's left of him now is his head and torso.
"M-monster."
I scoffed at that. Now that's just rich, isn't it?
"I'll ask again. One last time. Where are the rest of your companions?"
He immediately complied. And like a squealing pig, he rapidly told me that he was only alone. The rest of his group had seemed to move back to where they came from.
"P-please, don't k-kill me. I-I already told you everything I know. If y-you release me. I will go okay? I will never go back to serve the Sentient Lord again. I will be completely out of your way. Just please don't kill me."
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