chapter 8 - Strength and its meaning

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It was around 6 o'clock in the great afternoon and although I was a little sweaty and tired from having come from Linas to Lumina, it was truly rewarding to see the small village with red tents. The satisfaction was evident in the man who, with a big, happy and somewhat snobbish smile, stood with his back in front of her.

Even if he was the most honest type and enjoyed some of the privileges that life in a capital brought him, he cannot deny that a carefree life in this type of place had its benefits.

 There were several small villages, I would even say thousands like Lumina, so what draws my attention to this place, because in a way I feel a need for something to be done here?

I was already used to these strangeness in this type of work and life I led, and I knew that there was something behind this strangeness after all. ("-Maybe it's just a feeling!") it was the same feeling as the leaves falling at the end of the great cleft, it was something beautiful and that remained strange for a long time and the reason for it was unknown, but in the end it was just an event that indicated the end of summer.

 Since I acquired this shitty act to the childish and depressing monologues... I think I'm hanging out with Lucas too much and that irritates me in a way. He was exhausted all over, his back hurt and he only thought about the bottom and a single drop of alcohol.

It seemed to me that life in this village was quite comfortable, there were no silly and banal concerns that people had in greater Kalia. He thought if the exchange of this tranquility is equivalent to the ladies and the drink of the great Kalia.... His negative face then swayed to the rhythm of the winds.

´´-Maybe it would be a good place to retire and live! The sad fate of work caused him.

In the end he knew that his end would be in a coffin and that gave him the shivers like a wild, spiky porcupine. I just wish no one would see me in that fragile and cold state, a nebulous and dark comment that he then sighed.

He momentarily got tired of it all, his happiness only returned at the thought that after his mission he could drink his fill at his favorite bar in Kalia. And he would meet Eszera again. Happiness filled his jovial and embarrassed smile.

 He missed some things about the big capital and the main one was beer, he remembered the taste of sweet wheat and pure malt, that alone was enough to satisfy him and especially those breasts.

He slipped off the small hill he was overlooking and continued through the small but sturdy trees. His path was somewhat simple, just a few cicadas passed through his vision suddenly but then returned to the forest.

 He arrived at the entrance to the village and everything seemed abandoned, where were all the inhabitants? Even though it was Godarna, there was already going to be a large concentration of people at this time. ``-Are they at some kind of social event?´´ My hypothesis came up momentarily but it didn't make sense.

Maybe they abandoned this town a long time ago, but then why wasn't the County Inspector informed? he mused silently with his turtleneck flapping in the fast-paced winds.

Maybe Mindy just forgot to transcribe a copy for my folder? Damn, it's just like that damn thing, she'll definitely pay me next time.

His momentary anger was only interrupted by a large explosion, the sound was coming from the other end of the city, whatever it was had considerable power as the ground shook slightly.

 It took barely half a second and I was already running towards a small smoke that reached the dusty skies. It must have been at least 100 meters away from me, which only took a few seconds.

When I turned around I saw what was behind me all the time. There you are, I toasted victoriously... Even though he was only supposed to be in the forest of Genet. Maybe today is my lucky day after all. Then he left the shadows of the trees and walked slowly towards the source of all this searching he had been doing for the last week.

A branch was broken and awakened the creature's senses as it roared impatiently and hysterically against something in front of it.

I didn't see her, but the way she was roaring in anger, she was certainly out of her mind. The creature turned on its back, freeing its vision and making it see a more experienced-looking man lying on the ground injured.

 This in turn went from his torso to the center of his stomach, not even a thought was needed and the small light was already lit in his mind... Maybe he had arrived too late for the poor, miserable man lying there.

A few minutes earlier and he would have stopped the `Resound´, whoever he was at this moment, even if he survived, he would just become a Fragment of the link and nothing more. His soul or what was left of it must have been lost a long time ago. It was a fate even worse than death, he soberly thought to himself.

A melancholy remained in his mind, it was almost like seeing the past again, in 10 years I haven't changed a bit. Everything was the same as it was ten years ago... That grandeur of not being able to do anything about it all. Anger followed, with force and sharpness.

The creature roared with a step back. Her instincts told her that this person was very different from the easy and banal prey like the other.

Deep down, the strangeness was in the back of his throat, how he realized something was wrong and how he could dodge the blow of his tentacle. This restlessness only made him more visibly strange and uneasy.

Even if it was something different and special it was already too late he was dead and he would devour your soul and dreams like the hundreds before him.

This guy would only be a stepping stone and a small feast in his long life. He stared hungrily almost like a kid in a Wonka candy factory. A morbid sensation of hunger that made him begin to salivate immediately. The little he devoured of his being was enough for his belly to be full and satisfied, but it wasn't enough, he wanted much more from that person... he felt hungry again.

All that melancholy, sadness and especially hatred left him insatiable for more and more. The little he devoured can already feel all those conflicting and tormenting feelings and memories.

That man had everything to be his most sublime prey, but to do so he had to finish off the man in the white shirt and tie in front of him. He had brown hair and a standout physique. In addition to, of course, a modest smile on your face.

He couldn't help but notice on her enviable left arm, there was, in addition to some robust veins, a small red bracelet, on it there was a male figure in a blue cloak. He recognized that figure, he had already seen it in some of his victims, in addition to the fragments he consumed telling him that he was the lord of the sea and the great land.

For a long time he had been feeling in the back of his mind other essences losing and ceasing, almost like chandeliers going out. He knew what it meant, but he didn't care about others like him, as long as none of them used his hunting habitat he didn't care.

Some hypotheses arose as to why they were disappearing little by little, the most likely being that they were being hunted by someone... Maybe even by a group or organization. He thought the creature was already writhing in a grotesque rhythm towards the mysterious man, he reciprocated and walked too.

Its feet took a long, voracious leap towards him, its tentacles twitched and became straight so that it picked up speed and was ready to attack next, almost like a pistol shrimp.

The man didn't care and looked up with banality and carelessness. A few seconds before he was hit with his right hand, he took a small, half-inch book from his pocket. It had an animal leather cover on the front and back, it seemed to not even have 50 pages, plus they were blood red. With his thumb he opened a random sheet, without even looking at what the selected sheet said he whispered in a hoarse and almost lifeless voice. It was so harsh that it entered the black creature's ears like knives and needles in his ear, they began to bleed immediately at his words.

´´-Brite writer!´´ The words came out and deepened with fear and weight throughout the battle scene. In addition to this, the monster was horrified. A mixture of fear and confusion remained on his dark face, as his body did not respond, he was in the air but sank to the ground, it was as if colossal weights had crushed him and the worst... The writhing, tentacles lower legs bent which caused his mouth to fill with strange blood.

He let out a slight cry of pain, his tentacles then his legs folded and his bone seemed not to be there, they seemed to have disappeared. Next were his arms and torso, making him look like just a macabre and hellish origami.

The little bit that was clinging to life still only saw his white leather boot approaching. Then he heard a sword brandish. He didn't want to die, there was still a lot to devour in this world.

His already cold body and ears heard the last words in his entire century of existence. ´´The poet of flowers graces you with a quick death.´´ He wiped the blood that was constantly flowing from his nose and ear with a chic white cloth with gold details that he had taken from his pocket. Blood gushed out like a waterfall.

It hadn't been a real challenge for me, of course it consumed me more than usual. He turned away from the lifeless body of the creature that was already being melted and absorbed by the earth around him, it was a quick and accelerated process. Some gases and odors permeated the air. He closed the other body that there was still a sign of a pulse, as he checked by going to him.

He let out a long sigh. ´´And now... what will I do with you?´´ the whispers of the forest determined, for his happiness, let's see if there is anything left of you.