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Chapter 11 - Don't Talk While You Kill

The screams were deafening.

The once-lively town had descended into chaos. Lanterns that had lit the cobblestone streets now flickered weakly, casting long, dancing shadows over the massacre. Merchants' stalls lay overturned, goods scattered and trampled beneath fleeing feet. Blood stained the streets, dark pools spreading under the bodies of the fallen.

Alulu Bostie stood in the heart of it, his breath steady despite the adrenaline surging through his veins. The blue aura surrounding him pulsed faintly, his energy held in reserve for what was coming next. The cloaked attackers moved like ghosts, silent but deadly, blending seamlessly with the darkened alleys. Their blades gleamed in the faint light, poised to strike.

Alulu tightened his grip. The first one came at him, swift and silent, the blade slicing through the air toward his throat. Alulu didn't flinch. His hand shot out, and in an instant, a weapon materialized—a katana, its edge shimmering with blue energy.

The katana wasn't just a weapon. It was precision incarnate, perfect for dealing with the agile and elusive. The blade thrummed softly, feeding Alulu information, showing him the trajectory of the next attack before it even came.

He sidestepped the strike, his body moving fluidly as he parried the follow-up with ease. The attacker barely had time to react before Alulu's blade sliced cleanly through their chest, the energy searing through flesh and bone. The figure collapsed, a strangled gasp escaping their lips before silence claimed them.

Another came from the side, faster, more aggressive. But the katana whispered to Alulu, showing him the exact angle of the next strike. He twisted, the blade flickering as it traced a deadly arc, cutting through the second attacker with surgical precision.

Two down. More to go.

The remaining figures began to circle him, their movements growing more cautious. Alulu's eyes narrowed. He could sense their intent, the way they tested his defenses, looking for a weakness. They wouldn't find one.

He dismissed the katana, the weapon dissolving into blue particles as his hands shifted. The air around him pulsed, and a new weapon emerged—a scythe, its long, curved blade gleaming with an eerie blue light. At the tip of the scythe, white chains coiled and writhed, waiting to be unleashed.

The scythe wasn't just for killing. It was for control, for keeping the chaos at bay. The chains at its tip moved like living things, extending toward the nearest attacker. They wrapped around the figure's legs, tightening with a sinister grace. The more they grasped, the stronger they became, sapping the figure's strength until they were paralyzed, unable to move.

Alulu tugged sharply, pulling the attacker off their feet and slamming them into the ground with a sickening thud. The chains retreated, ready to ensnare the next unfortunate soul.

Two more attackers rushed him from opposite sides, hoping to catch him off guard. Alulu spun the scythe in a wide arc, the blade slicing through the air as the chains lashed out again, grasping one of the attackers and yanking them into the path of the other. They collided, their weapons clattering to the ground as they fell in a tangled heap.

Alulu didn't stop. He couldn't afford to.

The scythe dissolved as he moved, replaced by a massive war hammer that materialized in his hands with a heavy, resounding thud. The hammer pulsed with power, its ability unique and terrifying. It didn't just strike—it sent the force of the impact rippling through the entire body, no matter where the blow landed.

An attacker lunged at him, their blade aiming for his midsection. Alulu swung the hammer low, catching the figure's leg. The hammer's power exploded outward, the force traveling up through their body. The attacker screamed, clutching their chest as though the blow had struck them there instead of their leg.

Another swung at him, but Alulu's hammer was already moving, the weight of it crashing into their side. The attacker was thrown backward, their body wracked with pain as the force of the impact spread through every limb.

The crowd thinned, but the attackers were relentless, driven by something darker than simple violence. Alulu knew he had to end this before the tide turned against him.

He dismissed the hammer, summoning his final weapon—a bow, sleek and deadly, the string thrumming with energy as he pulled it back. The arrow that formed was pure blue light, crackling with power. He released it, and the arrow shot through the air, curving unnaturally as it homed in on the nearest attacker.

The figure tried to dodge, but the arrow adjusted its course mid-flight, striking them square in the chest. They crumpled instantly, the light fading from their eyes.

Alulu drew again, loosing arrow after arrow, each one seeking out its target with unerring accuracy. The attackers fell one by one, their bodies littering the cobblestones.

And then, just like that, it was over.

The last of the cloaked figures collapsed, the life draining from them as the blue energy dissipated into the night. Alulu stood amidst the carnage, his breath heavy, his aura dimming as he allowed himself a moment of reprieve.

The town was silent now, save for the distant cries of those who had survived. Alulu knew this wasn't the end. There was something more behind this attack, something that had driven these creatures to slaughter innocent people.

He tightened his grip on the bow, the blue light flickering faintly in the darkness.

Whatever it was, he would find it. And he would end it.

Because no one else would have to die tonight.

Not while he was still standing.