Chapter 10 : Buddha's Words
As the fight wore on, Lyra's strength began to wane. My relentless attacks had taken their toll, her body battered and bruised. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes, her movements slowing.
With a final surge of energy, I struck Lyra with a devastating blow, sending her crashing to the ground. She lay there, her body trembling, her eyes unfocused.
I stood over her, my chest heaving, my fists still clenched. I had won, but at what cost? Lyra's body was broken, her skin torn and bruised.
As I looked down at her, I felt a pang of guilt. Had I gone too far? Had my desire for victory consumed me?
But Lyra's eyes flickered, her gaze locking onto mine. For a moment, I saw a glimmer of hatred, of anger. Then, it was gone, replaced by a look of defeat.
"It's...end," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I nodded, my grip on my fists relaxing. "Yes, it's over."
Lyra's eyes closed, her body going limp. I stood there, my chest still heaving, my mind reeling with the consequences of my actions.
I had won, but at what cost? Lyra, once a formidable foe, now lay defeated at my feet.
As I looked down at Lyra's broken body, I knew that I had crossed a line. I had become the very thing I had once despised - a ruthless, merciless fighter.
And yet, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, of accomplishment. I had won, and I would stop at nothing to claim my prize.
As I raised my hand to deliver the final blow, Lyra looked up at me with a mix of fear and resignation in her eyes. I could sense her acceptance of her fate, her understanding that she was about to meet her end.
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. The mind is everything; what you think, you become. You are the master of your destiny; you are the captain of your soul."
I paused, my hand hovering in mid-air, as I considered the weight of these words. Was I truly the master of my destiny, or was I just a pawn in a larger game? Was I rising above my circumstances, or was I falling into darkness?
Lyra's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a glimmer of hope there, a spark of defiance. And in that moment, I knew that I had a choice to make. Would I be the one to snuff out that spark, or would I be the one to fan it into a flame?
"As I stood there, I knew one thing - that in this world, there is no good or bad, everything is equal. The Buddha's words echoed in my mind: 'Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule.'
Hehehe..With a sense of detachment, I raised my foot and brought it down on Lyra's head. The sound of crunching bone and squelching flesh filled the air as her skull collapsed under the pressure. Brain matter splashed everywhere, a gruesome mixture of gray and red.
I felt no emotion as I gazed down at the lifeless body, no sense of triumph or remorse. It was simply an act, a consequence of the world we lived in. And in that moment, I knew that I had become a part of that world, a world where life and death were equal, where love and hate were mere illusions."
Chapter 11 : Dealing with the After Match
In the depths of the jungle, where the moonlight struggled to penetrate the canopy above, I suspended Lyra's lifeless body from a sturdy tree branch. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole, except for the faint gleam of blood dripping from her head, like a macabre rain.
As I collected the blood in a small vial, as i thought the words of the ancient Greek philosopher "No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."
I gazed up at the tree, its branches like skeletal fingers reaching towards the sky, and wondered if I was still the same man who had started this journey. The jungle seemed to whisper secrets in the wind, secrets of transformation and rebirth.
As I disappeared into the shadows, I knew the caravan members would soon discover Lyra's lifeless body. But I had planned for that. I had made it seem like the work of a rival group, one that had been tracking us for days.
The guards' bodies, found nearby, bore the same marks as Lyra's. It seemed clear that a single, skilled killer had taken them down. The caravan members would be on high alert, but they would never suspect me, one of their own.
I smiled to myself Hehehe
As I disappeared into the jungle, I could hear the sounds of panic and confusion coming from the caravan. They would be searching for me,
I made my way to a small clearing, where I had stashed a change of clothes and a few supplies. I quickly changed, hiding my bloodstained garments in a false rock. I took a moment to catch my breath, listening to the sounds of the jungle.
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted." I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of liberation. I was no longer bound by the rules of society.
But I knew I couldn't stay here for long. The caravan would send out search parties, and I needed to be far away when they found Lyra's body. I took a deep breath, shouldering my pack, and set off into the unknown.
I returned to the caravan, trying to blend in seamlessly with the others. As I entered the quarters, I noticed a few of the members huddled together, whispering. They glanced at me suspiciously, and I knew I needed to deflect their attention.
"Excuse me, friends," I said, approaching them. "I think I saw something strange earlier. A man entering our quarters, lurking around Lyra's tent. I followed him, but he disappeared into the crowd."
One of them raised an eyebrow. "What did he look like?"
I described the man I had followed, leaving out any details that might raise suspicion. "I couldn't see his face clearly, but he seemed suspicious. I thought I'd mention it, in case anyone else saw him."
The group nodded, seeming to accept my story. "Thanks for telling us," one of them said. "We'll keep an eye out."
I smiled, trying to seem concerned. "I just want to make sure everyone is safe. Especially with Lyra... gone."
They nodded in agreement, and the conversation turned to speculation about the identity of the mysterious man. I listened intently, careful not to reveal anything.
As we talked, I noticed that no one suspected me. My life crystal was distroyed, a constant reminder that I was no longer a threat. They saw me as a victim, just like them.
The caravan leaders sent a report to the Denatric family, informing them of Lyra's tragic demise. The news would surely cause an uproar, but I knew I had covered my tracks well.
As the caravan prepared to continue their journey, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was still missing. Had I overlooked something crucial? I thought back to every detail, every step I had taken, but nothing stood
out.
With a deep breath, I pushed the doubts aside and joined the Caravan