The blood accumulated between the steps of the arena and the high wall separating the square where the fights were held was bubbling. Strange things were happening in the pool of blood; contrary to the rain falling shortly after, blood droplets began to lift into the air.
"You said I couldn't surpass your shoddy weapons, didn't you?"
When she raised her hands to the air, the droplets rising from the pool of blood were waiting above Astute in the shape of a large dome. The sunlight blocked by clouds was completely erased from around the lord.
While the droplets were slowly changing shape, bloody tears began to flow from Nafız's eyes. Due to the image of the orc in front of him and the countless blood arrows appearing above her, the lord fell into terror.
"You, an orc! How can you manipulate blood like this?"
When Astute found the answer to the question he asked, the expression on his face changed dramatically, but it was too late. With the order of Nafız lowering her hands, the downpour formed would rain on the lord for sixty breaths.
As the arrows hit the souls in the shield, a thin moan mixed into the air; it was as if what remained of the victims was finding peace. In the face of the majestic scene, those in the arena didn't have a single word to say; they were just watching what was happening.
"Niko, come down. Your revenge awaits you!"
Nafız called out to the head of the Partheni family to keep her promise. The perpetrator of his wife's death and the pain his daughter suffered was lying motionless on the ground.
In a short time, Niko, Fernandez, and his son Marcos came to the head of Astute, who had a blood arrow stuck in every muscle. Since the arrow entering his throat tore apart his vocal cords and stopped before reaching his windpipe, Astute couldn't speak; he was only looking at the people around him with pleading eyes.
"Take the dagger and finish the job!"
When Nafız extended one of the coal-black daggers to him, the gray-haired man stood motionless. His last view of his wife and the words she said for her revenge came to his mind. The same thoughts were gnawing at Fernandez's brain too.
Since both men saw Maria's last words as a legacy, even though they wanted to very much, their hands didn't go to the weapon. The situation annoyed Nafız very much; just as she was about to close her palm and make her move, a hand lunged forward and thrust the dagger into the City Lord's forehead.
"I have no promise given to anyone!"
Marcos pulled the plug. Unlike the men in front of him, he finished the job coldly without showing hesitation for even a second. Whether you call it the excitement given by youth or say Maria didn't mean much to him, do not fall into the negligence of not appreciating this determination.
"Very good, now I have no doubts left in my mind regarding you!"
Nafız looked at the young man's face at the moment of killing and was exceedingly pleased with the expression she saw.
"All of you will continue to act in line with the orders given; now everyone out!"
After putting things in order in the arena, Alyon directed the soldiers to completely subdue the rest of the city. Although key points were held, there was a danger of the public, learning what happened, getting riled up.
Following the last person leaving, Nafız started to stumble slightly. While walking towards the pool of blood with slow steps, she spoke without looking at her friend.
"Due to my master's memory, I cannot gain benefit from these people, but this doesn't mean you can't benefit either. I am sure their hearts are rotten, but they can be useful for your development."
Nafız didn't want her friend to miss such a good opportunity because of her personal caprices; she encouraged him before letting herself into the blood still preserving its warmth.
What followed was the part requiring the intense efforts of the three noble families. Using their influence, they were obliged to put what happened into a reasonable cover. The members of the Black Harbor Unit, caught red-handed, had become confessors in front of the public, and Niko had even explained the incident of his daughter and wife to soften hearts.
No matter what was done, the public would not forget the massacre and would pass it down from generation to generation. This was the place where the foundation of Blood God Nafız's notoriety was laid. Although Alyon gave the order, the public had only heard her name.
The gates of the city were closed; only soldiers coming from Nikonya and Alyon's orc warriors could enter. The situation would disrupt Parthenia's balance in a short time; life needed to return to its normal flow urgently.
Servants of the noble families decorated the four corners of the city with flyers. The flyer stated that the new City Lord would be announced three days later. A festival where the public could throw off their accumulated troubles would be organized, and the port and customs gates would start working again.
The news was welcomed with joy; since discussions about who the new lord would be continued in every corner, the gloomy weather suddenly dispersed. Even though people always carried and hid their pains inside, they were only more talented than a fish regarding remembering them.
Alyon didn't feel the need to change his residence address. Only now he was staying in the buildings above ground at the school, together with other gladiators. Today he gathered them all in one place; he had questions to ask them.
"Thank you all for listening to my word and staying alive. Now, I will offer you a proposal!"
The eyes of the warriors gathered in a large hall were on the hulking orc speaking.
"I give you the chance to become part of an army that will rule all Orc Steppes!"
The environment started boiling at that moment. The voices of people discussing among themselves in whispers were combining to create a great noise.
"Silence!"
Alyon couldn't restrain himself and shouted with his booming voice.
"From this moment on, you are free men. Those who do not accept my offer can leave here whenever they want!"
The news created a great indignation. Gladiators, thinking their owners had changed, couldn't believe what they heard. In the face of the picture of happiness he saw, Alyon would announce his final decision too.
"Arena wars will continue; you will be able to fight on behalf of schools again. The doors of this place are open to those who want to participate in the matches alone too! While fighting in the venue you see as sacred, you will no longer be slaves but glorious and honorable warriors!"
The crowd got riled up; hugging each other, they started celebrating the terrific news. Drink flowed like water; roses had bloomed on the faces of types who would cause pregnant women to miscarry with their harsh temperaments until today.
"What will you do, instructor?"
"You said it with your own mouth what I will do!"
Alyon, after completing his words, walked slowly to Morrison's side. Actually, he was the only person who attracted his interest among all of them.
"We are almost done here; soon we will make the Orc Tribe bow too. We will need an instructor to train our warriors!"
Morrison was laughing. The orc he threw into the dungeon the day he arrived was offering him a job.
"I won't become a member of the tribe. If you accept, I'm in!"
No matter how obedient he was, this man was a personality who acted on his own within himself.
"I accept your condition. I am sure you will change your mind after spending some time!"
The training of warriors was a very important issue for the tribe. Alyon, handing the job over to the expert, headed upstairs rubbing his hands.
At the other end of the city, faces were smiling in the Partheni mansion too. Eftelya, who started walking on her own, opened the door and slowly entered the hall where the meeting would be held.