The journey ahead was fraught with danger, exacerbated by the darkness of night and the ongoing war surrounding them. Despite Lessly's directions, navigating to the medical unit proved challenging due to the limited visibility and the chaos of the battlefield.
Aayam then spotted light moving towards him from a distance. The moment he was close enough, he realized the lights that were coming his way were human soldiers holding torches. The human also spotted Aayam coming their way. However Aayam did not have a light source like the soldiers do, all they saw was a horse native to this world that the demons used to ride. Thinking that it was a demon the human soldiers quickly went into action making a defensive wall, three of the soldiers pulled out the bow then shot their arrows at Aayam.
As Aayam approached the human soldiers he noticed that they were about to attack him, he quickly realized that they were attacking him because the horse he was riding was different then the ones they use.
As the arrows flew towards him, he leaned low on the horse's back, dodging the projectiles. The arrows whizzed past him, missing their mark by mere inches.
Seizing the opportunity, Aayam skillfully steered the horse, guiding it precisely through the gaps between the soldiers. The horse moved swiftly and gracefully, carrying Aayam safely past the soldiers before they could ready another volley of arrows. By the time they could aim their arrows, Aayam had already faded into the darkness.
As Aayam rode swiftly into the forest where his friend Lilith and the medical unit were stationed, the situation's urgency weighed heavily on his mind. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor as he pressed on, determined to reach his destination.
Just as he was about to break through the trees into the clearing where the medical unit was located, a sudden twang echoed through the night air. A sharp, searing pain shot through Aayam's leg as an arrow found its mark, piercing through the flank of the horse beneath him.
With a startled neigh, the horse stumbled, its powerful legs buckling beneath the weight of the injury. Aayam's heart raced as he fought to keep his balance, knowing he was running out of time. The sounds of commotion reached his ears as the soldiers closed in, their torches casting flickering light on the scene.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Aayam leaped from the falling horse, rolling to the forest floor as the wounded animal collapsed beside him. Ignoring his injuries, he scrambled to his feet, determination blazing in his eyes as he faced another group of soldiers that was close by.
"Lilith! I need to reach Lilith!" Aayam's voice rang out, filled with urgency and desperation.
"Got him!"
"Well done, Jons! Let's move in!"
"Hoorah!"
With no time to spare and danger closing in, Aayam knew he had to act quickly to reach his friend and warn her of the impending conflict. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he pushed forward into the forest's darkness, his resolve unwavering as he raced against time to find Lilith and ensure their safety in the face of the looming threat.
"Over here!"
"Is he here?"
"No, he's gone."
"Damn it! You fools are losing him. Track him down and kill him."
"Yes, sir!"
The group moved in a different direction, unaware of Aayam perched high in a tree. Seizing the opportunity, Aayam descended swiftly as soon as they were out of sight.
As Aayam cautiously surveyed his surroundings, he inched toward Lilith, only to collapse from his injury. Determined to press on despite the pain, he struggled to move forward, fueled by the thought of reuniting with Lilith.
Barely able to keep himself upright, Aayam's memories flooded back. From his challenging past on Earth to finding solace in Carne village, where he experienced peace and acceptance among friendly villagers, especially the welcoming Elira's family. Recalling Lilith, the girl who rescued him and captured his heart, he whispered, "Lilith, please stay safe."
Arriving at the designated location, Aayam was met not by an acceptable and safe medical unit but by piles of corpses. Silent and stubborn, he navigated through the grim scene, passing by demons of various tribes with animalistic features. The bodies, a mix of men, women, young, and old, bore signs of fatal wounds inflicted by arrows and blades, with demons seemingly the primary victims. Few human casualties were evident, suggesting a one-sided conflict.
"Lilith! Lilith! Where are you, Lilith?" Aayam's desperation echoed through the sad scene as he called out for her, consumed by the singular purpose of finding her.
Among the scattered corpses, Aayam noticed a group standing apart, their bodies adorned with sword wounds from their final stand against the enemy. As he drew closer, one figure in particular captivated him, prompting him to approach with an inexplicable fascination.
As Aayam knelt beside the fallen Lilith, a sense of profound loss enveloped him, shattering his world into a million pieces. The weight of grief pressed down on his chest, making it hard to breathe as he cradled her lifeless form in his arms. The necklace he had given her for her birthday lay cold against her skin, a cruel reminder of the happiness that had once filled their lives.
"Lilith, please... wake up," Aayam whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. The forest seemed to echo with his plea, the darkness closing in around them as if mourning alongside him. But there was no response, no flutter of eyelids or reassuring smile to break the silence.
In that moment of stillness, as sorrow threatened to consume him whole, something stirred within Aayam. A primal fury, born from a place deep within his being, began to kindle and grow. It was a fire fueled by loss, betrayal, and the cruel hand fate had dealt him.
As the anger surged through him, Aayam's grief transformed into rage. The warmth that enveloped him was not of this world—it was a power that surged from his very soul and demanded action and retribution.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
With a heart-wrenching cry that echoed through the darkened forest, Aayam unleashed his anguish and rage into the night sky. The sound reverberated through the trees, a primal roar of a soul torn asunder and a spirit awakening to a new purpose. At that moment, Aayam's attachment to being human vanishes. Vowing to honor Lilith's memory and confront the ones who took her away from him, Aayam will annihilate all of humanity.
As if in response to his anguished cry, a dazzling pillar of light erupted from Aayam, soaring into the night sky and capturing the attention of all who beheld its brilliance for miles around. The luminous display held spectators spellbound, its radiance casting a celestial glow over the land.
A momentous event unfurled before the eyes of all who watched—a colossal sigil adorned with cryptic markings of ancient origin materialized in the air. At first, appearing small and intricate, the sigil swiftly expanded, its intricate patterns stretching across the vast expanse of the world like a tapestry woven from the threads of destiny.
Witnesses from every corner of existence, whether human or demon, rich or poor, stood united in awe as they bore witness to this extraordinary occurrence. Many interpreted the phenomenon as a divine message, a symbol of hope and reassurance in tumultuous times. Yet, a secretive faction, shrouded in mystery and ambition, recognized the true significance of the sigil and embarked on a quest to unveil its enigmatic creator.
As the circle of symbols completed its expansion, a radiant glow intensified at its center, seeming to gather energy with purpose and intent. When the luminous display reached its zenith, the gathered energy surged back to the planet in a breathtaking beam of light, converging directly upon Aayam with pinpoint precision.
At the culmination of this cosmic communion, the beam dissipated, leaving Aayam standing unscathed but forever altered. His attire had transformed into a celestial trench coat that shimmered like the starry expanse of the night sky, while his hands radiated a pure white luminescence, pulsing with otherworldly power. The pallid hue extended over his entire being, veiling him in an aura of mystery and majesty, rendering him a faceless enigma until his eyes slowly opened, revealing galaxies within their depths.
The ethereal light had not only bestowed power upon Aayam but had also reshaped his very essence, infusing him with a cosmic aura that set him apart from his former self. Transformed and reborn, he stood as a beacon of light and hope in a world veiled in darkness, his destiny intertwined with the celestial forces that had chosen him for a purpose greater than anyone could fathom.