While the sound waves were cutting through the light attacks covering the entire sky, they were also taking the corpses separated into dozens of pieces along with them.
Alyon's resounding voice was like a bloody sword shattering the attacks, which had turned into a dazzling work of art; currently, a deadly silence roamed in the village square, which had expanded to twice its normal size with the falling of the surrounding trees.
"Brother, we must use it!"
"This orc must not remain alive!"
While the twins were deciding on the attack they would make, a pair of jet-black eyes was also watching them; no one, including himself, was aware of the change occurring in the grey-haired orc's body.
"Ainle, did you finish gathering the druids?"
Nafız, who didn't intervene in the ensuing battle, was organizing the task of gathering the surviving druids inside the Blood Dome she expanded as soon as Alyon went out of the shield.
Along with the father and son who reunited with the rest of their family, others had also reunited with their loved ones; of course, it wasn't possible to save everyone, but Ainle had pulled this off with the minimum possible loss.
"We saved everyone who survived; also, all relatives of the ten people who came with us are fine!"
Life was progressing ruthlessly everywhere; no one could judge Ainle's actions of saving the loved ones of his supporters first.
"Now keep your eyes peeled; you can't always see a magnificent creature born by breaking out of a cocoon!"
Although no one knew exactly what was happening to Alyon, Nafız had a very great foresight on this matter; the energy in the area becoming chaotic and being drawn toward the grey-haired orc also had a large share in this guess.
Meanwhile, the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown weren't staying idle either; placing their hands on a glass sphere they took between them, they were moving their lips violently.
"Ha ha ha! You pushed us very hard, but finally, your time of death has come, you dirty orc!"
"Don't be sad; it is an honor for you to be destroyed by this sacred item given to us by our master, containing a piece of his own soul power!"
The twins' words were adorned with arrogance as usual, but a person combining their barely audible voices with their body language could easily understand that this was their last trump card.
After completing the spell, the two men didn't expect an answer to the speeches they made to repair their broken egos; instead, they would release the attack they prepared to destroy the seed of fear slowly sprouting inside them.
"Open, Guillotine of Divine Light"
The sphere, which initially had a cold transparent color, would explode emitting lights of seven colors after the masked man shouted; the released soul power, without losing a bit of its brightness, was advancing on Alyon taking the shape of a giant guillotine blade.
"Mistress, I beg you, help your friend!"
Overcoming all his fear, Ainle would cling to Nafız's leg; he was begging for the life of the orc warrior, for whom it was impossible to escape from the thing coming at him.
Although she didn't show it, the female orc was also quite uneasy, because what her friend—who turned the most important corner of his journey of self-discovery—would do was a mystery for her too.
While the twins with shining eyes took their escape crystals in hand on the one side, they had nothing else left to do in this place with their soul powers that had hit rock bottom as a result of this last attack.
Unlike his enemies moving constantly in panic, Alyon was serene like a mighty tree standing in the same place for centuries; he was watching the glittering attack coming at him with his eyes, which had turned blacker than even the darkest part of blind wells.
"How beautiful; this attack practically represents the hopes inside people running to the battlefield where death roams!"
The grey-haired orc's lips were moving, but no one except himself could hear what he murmured; all onlookers could see was the energy vortex turning jet-black slowly returning to the orc at the center.
The giant guillotine blade was now almost 10 steps away from Alyon; considering the area it covered, the orc warrior, who appeared to have no place left to run, had no choice but to defend with all his strength.
"I, Alyon, am coming to shatter this attack harboring all your hopes with my axe!"
When five steps remained, the energy waves that had been unstable for a while would suddenly disappear as if they never existed; only two words coming from the grey-haired orc's mouth echoed in the air.
Lord's Frenzy
The color that captured his eyes had spread to his entire body; inside the black energy he wore like armor, Alyon was like a demonic god descended to the world of mortals.
The giant axe would also get its share of this change; its dimensions, which were already beyond the ordinary, had increased once more, growing half the size of its original shape again.
The enemy R's of Abarran located on the weapon were singing the song of death; this song was a howl causing the souls of those who heard it to be filled with the desire to leave their bodies.
"Shatter before my might!"
The attack of the twins, which had already risen ten steps above the ground, was coming to split him in two, but Alyon, clad in an unknown phenomenon, had no fear at all.
He would use his axe to oppose the riot of light at a distance of one step head-on; what was happening was the last dance of the guillotine, colorful as life, with the black, harbinger of death.
The two attacks clashed madly for ten breaths; a massive crater had now formed where the village square used to be. The Blood Dome would shake violently; the intensity of the blow exchange, where even shock waves turned everything around into ash, was pushing the limits of reason.
The black color was devouring all lights ceaselessly; Alyon's attack, destroying the last speck of the giant guillotine, didn't lose speed and caused the two brothers to be hurled meters away.
Although the onlookers couldn't believe what happened, the scene formed when the dust and smoke settled was much more interesting; unlike the situation their enemies fell into, the orc warrior, on whose entire body black flames danced madly, hadn't moved even a step from his place.
"Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown, come with everything you have in hand! Today, I will water the Wild Swamp with your blood!"
Alyon, opening both arms to the sides, looked as if he wanted to embrace his enemies; the grey-haired orc was like a demon trying to pull the brothers—who assumed the role of symbols of purity with the light they scattered—into the claws of evil.
In a normal time, if the twins heard these words while sitting in their gardens sipping wine under their arbors, perhaps they would split their sides laughing, but as of that moment, they were clinging to their escape crystals as the most important treasure that would save them from the hand of death.
"He wasn't even injured while standing against the treasure our master prepared specially for us!"
"We must return immediately to report this situation to our superiors!"
How strong was humans' desire to survive; the brothers hadn't waited a second to find the excuse to suppress their other emotions.
"You cannot run anywhere; you will die here today!"
Alyon had sensed that his enemies had no intention of attacking; how could he allow this while he was in his best condition now?
"Nafız!"
The grey-haired orc warrior was roaring once more; he needed the help of his friend, whom he didn't ask for help even when fighting alone against two.
The only chance for his opponents, whose last trump cards he also experienced, was to flee; Alyon, having no chance regarding chasing them, had another method.
If his friend expanded the Blood Dome enough to take them inside too, no matter what they did, they wouldn't be able to escape his blood-soaked claws; finishing the job he started would be a matter of moments then.
However, unfortunately, what Alyon wanted wouldn't happen; while the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown turned into two lights and moved away thanks to the escape crystals they broke, the friend he asked for help was only watching their departure.