"Nafııııızzzzzzz!"
Alyon, having a fit of frenzy while burning in black flames, shouted once more upon seeing the traces of his enemies fleeing from his hands.
The self-confidence of the first time was gone now; there was astonishment, anger, and perhaps a small feeling of betrayal in his voice.
Despite this, Nafız didn't break her composure; unlike her friend, she was calmly following the twins, who resembled two stars gliding from the sky.
The grey-haired orc was screaming in despair; although the Blood Dome could stop physical attacks, it couldn't prevent the druids from being scared to death by Alyon's movements.
Was this the man they bravely blocked just a few days ago?
After the parties made their final moves, the result was almost certain; although the orc warrior going berserk wasn't satisfied, he had managed to force his enemies, known as the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown, to flee.
An orc going mad as a prisoner of his rage in the destroyed village square, and two humans fleeing by leaving all their majesty behind. Everyone thought this was the picture formed after the destructive struggle, until she gave up her stubbornness and started speaking.
"Shut up, you hothead Alyon!"
Nafız was bored of listening to the futile wails of her friend undergoing mental and physical changes; even though she knew she would become the target of eyes harboring fifty shades of madness, she couldn't stop herself from intervening.
What was interesting was that dark purple clouds began to appear in the south as the female orc spoke; the sudden change in this direction, which was also the place where the twins fled, ensured all attention turned there rapidly.
The Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown, who had turned into light beams, had also seen the purple clouds suddenly appearing in the clear sky, but right now, they had no other option but to pierce through them.
This wasn't a decision they made; when they used the escape crystals, they could only proceed in a straight line toward the destination point. They had to continue no matter what they did; they couldn't stop even if they saw two yellow spheres shining inside the purple fog.
As they approached the spheres, inside which a vertical black line appeared, they realized that these were not spheres but actually the eyes of a living creature.
This would be the last thing they saw before a red forked tongue wrapping around their bodies turned into light; they were trapped in a snare from which they couldn't escape no matter how hard they tried.
When the purple clouds covered the entire village before five breaths passed, everyone would see what caught the twins: it was a giant King Cobra with amber yellow patterns among its black scales.
"You look very good, dad!"
Inside its tongue remaining between the sharp teeth hanging from its jaw, this creature held two people managing a huge region on behalf of the Lands of Light, and there was someone in a purple robe on its head; judging by what he said, this person seemed to know some of the surviving crowd closely.
"Kitapkurdu, is that you?"
Although Alyon, wearing armor made of black flames, couldn't see the arriving person clearly, he would figure out who it was from his voice.
"Yes, it's me!"
"I couldn't restrain myself when I saw two little birds fleeing; I guess I got this habit from Nefertari!"
While Kitapkurdu spoke, his power animal had also bent its neck, acting as a platform for him to descend to the ground; Nefertari had spat the two brothers aside, looking at them with arrogance while vibrating the protrusions decorating the sides of her head.
The state of the twins was miserable; their white robes, symbols of purity, were soiled, and the gold embroideries decorating their edges were unraveled. Everyone could now easily see the fear-filled gaze of the brother whose mask was partially broken; the hair of the other brother, which wouldn't move an inch no matter what, was also in disarray right now.
"Welcome, my son!"
When Kitapkurdu came out of his two-year seclusion, he was coming face to face with his father, whom he could see only for a short time, for the first time since that day; his steps were hesitant at first, but seeing the grey-haired orc with open arms, he would speed up and embrace him with longing.
In the village square bearing all traces of the war, a hulking orc covered in black flames and a person surrounded by purple fog were embracing each other. Inside the Blood Dome, there were those watching this scene with pleasure as well as those who hadn't yet shaken off their unease.
"You don't need to be afraid; the person who came is the son of the man you surrounded to beat up the other day!"
Nafız would burst into delightful laughter; she was enchanted while watching the effect created on the druids by her words, with which she feinted right and struck left.
The druids weren't actually afraid; the poor wretches were just struggling with their last strength not to surrender their souls.
"Do you want to finish the job you started, dad?"
Alyon had practically forgotten everything upon seeing his son; the two men lying like sacrificial sheep right next to him would only enter his field of vision when Kitapkurdu mentioned them.
The brothers, exposed to Nefertari's venom, couldn't even move their necks, let alone flee; the final state of the duo, who lived in glory and honor until just yesterday, was exemplary.
"Alyon, a minute!"
When the hulking orc, whose mood had improved, raised his axe into the air, he was startled by a voice coming from behind him; what was this at the moment he was about to put the final point?
"Don't tell me you have a weird plan!"
Alyon, pushed to his lower limit, wasn't open to another surprise; he was explaining this quite clearly with both his words and his body language.
Nafız wasn't even looking at him; her concern was with the duo lying helplessly on the ground. When she came to their side, she would grab their bodies resembling empty shells by the collars and lift them into the air.
"I guess there is a magic seal on you that ensures your last moments are seen, and your master will be able to see everything as soon as we kill you!"
If the two brothers could still move and speak, they wouldn't say anything other than this; the female orc opposite them had practically become an interpreter for their feelings.
The duo was relieved for a moment when the name of the person behind them was mentioned; they thought they would save their lives through a hostage exchange sooner or later, after suffering captivity for an unknown period.
"Kill this one first; since he makes the other wear the mask, his master must love this one more!"
The reality was the exact opposite of what crossed their minds; when one of the brothers was thrown in front of his executioner, they were in no state to even make a sound.
The giant axe worked with mastery; before ten breaths passed, the yellow-haired man was separated into dozens of pieces. While the majority of his blood scattering around with every blow smeared onto his brother's mask and the face visible from its broken part, his unscreamed screams were engraved in the hearts of the onlookers.
"Watch what happens closely, son of a bitch; or should I address you by the name they call you nowadays, Sacred Prince of the Golden Crown?"
"Today is the day you will see how the life you built on the lives of two brave people will end; we will come for you too soon!"
"You will account for what you did a hundred years ago!"
Although Nafız seemed to be talking to the masked man, the person she actually addressed was none other than the master of the man who would die terribly under Alyon's axe a moment later.
A message had been sent to him through his students living their last moments; the time was approaching when the penalty for the action committed by the group he was once a member of would be exacted.
When the uprising initiated under Heinrich's leadership to seize the administration reached its conclusion at the end of the long-lasting day, it had left behind a destroyed village, bodies turned into mincemeat, and druids who witnessed the biggest event of their lives.
Now, while everyone inside the Blood Dome looked at each other in astonishment, they would see too late that they had an uninvited guest with them; the hands of the young man, who suddenly appeared in the early hours of the day and knocked the master unconscious, had tightly gripped the hair of the man who lit the fuse of all this ruckus.
"Yes Abgesandte, what will you do with your uncle?"
The final act was being played in the life theater of the duo, who had a hostility based on the past between them; the person who would decide what kind of ending the audience would see was none other than the golden-haired boy.
"If my master Leonardo were awake right now, I am sure he would want me to forgive you, and you would save your life; however, although I will fight to the last drop of my blood for the sake of his ideas, unfortunately, I cannot leave you alive!"