180 The Boy who Cried

The subtle atmosphere changed; the weather altered. From somber, the clouds intensified in color, lightning and thunder followed. The winds rattled the broken windows, everything around Krigi of old shifted – a loud resonating pulse went throughout the continent. Though barely present, the vibration continued for a few minutes. Animals all-round sensed the looming danger to which instinct took over and all in the vicinity ran.

In the middle of all the brewing chaos, the will of a single man. One who witnessed the death and torture of the one he loved: a premonition, a dream, an illusion, none was the wiser. All around, dense mana, enough to put anyone into a coma, surrounded him. 'IT BURNS,' screams and yelled, the pain in his voice – a demon unleashed. Curses and powers conflicted with one another, 'is this the day I've dreaded for so long,' agony and pain, all shot back and forth. The ears turned red then exploded, the finger-tips opened with blood gushing out.