Chapter 97: Chapter 97

At that exact moment, the door of the room burst open, and Gavil, Templar, and Galahad walked in.

“Did you find any other survivors,” Langrion asked, and Templar gravely shook his head.

“We couldn’t find the commander back at the place you said.”

“He could have returned to the Ancient Evil’s side. How about the void opening, did you find it?”

“I have found traces of it. It has been sealed,” Galahad replied.

Right after he had received the power of the silver-haired god he and Shia met at the underworld, Langrion rose from the depth of the sea, but when he returned to the edge of the cliff where he had last encountered Shia and the Ancient Evil, they were no longer there. The only thing that remained was an open void in the middle of the sky, shining fiercely at the dead of the night.

Langrion tried to fly to it as he had done so earlier, but this time, he used the silver-haired god’s power. He was sure that the Ancient Evil had taken this route, for how else could he have snatched his Shia away that easily?

Before he could enter the void, however, a whip-like piece of leather coiled in his ankle, and it hurled him painfully back into the ground.

He was hardly injured because of the strength of the god inside of him. As soon as he was able to get up, Langrion looked around at the culprit. Sure enough, he spotted a man who was just a few feet away from him. The man was walking closer towards him while a handful of whip-like structures came floating out of his hands.

Langrion knew that wild red hair and that figure like the back of his own hands. He had practically been raised by that man in the battlefield. How could he not know the former commander-in-chief of the Imperial army, and the man who calls him friend?

He could not say the same for the other person though. Commander Rus charged at him like a mad man. His eyes bore no recognition of who he was. His eyes spoke only of pure hatred and of destruction.

He could still remember Commander Rus’ oath that he would rather die than succumb to the Ancient Evil’s power. How the hell did the Ancient Evil control such a fiery man? Was he really that powerful?

‘That man... He is trying to fight Sirion’s influence,’ the silver-haired god said in Langrion’s head.

Indeed, Commander Rus had suddenly stopped attacking him. He eerily stood still at the corner of the dark field, as if he had been rendered immobile by something unseen.

Just when Langrion was about to come closer to Commander Rus and shake some sense out of him, gigantic boulder of rocks came hurling towards Langrion from his back. The rocks were swift and gigantic, but he was able to turn the break the rocks into smaller pieces, thanks to the barrier that the god in him had instantly set.

A few pieces of these enormous rocks came towards the commander, who still stood eerily in the fields.

“No,” Langrion shouted. He tried to pulverize the rocks that were coming straight at him, but it was too late. There was nothing to see at the place where the commander once stood except for heaps and heaps of jagged pieces of rocks.

He shouted ferouciously at him, “damn it! Commander Rus!” Did he just witness him die? Was his body really buried somewhere in those piles of enormous rocks?

Gigantic slabs of stones still kept on coming at Langrion like rain water during a downpour. He looked back at the direction of the attack and saw a small figure.

He knew this childish figure too. It was Marmie – the girl he, Khailis , and Shia had rescued!

“Ah, blasted gods! I’ll kill you Sirion de Luca! I’ll make sure you die!”

It was the first time Langrion was calling the Ancient Evil’s name in full. It was blasphemy to do so, but who the hell cares? Sirion had taken away his brother, his friends, and his wife. He was really going to kill him with his bare hands when he gets the chance!

‘Grab the girl and put her into the water,’ the god inside him said.

‘What? Won’t she drown?’

Stones of all sizes and shapes continued to rain on them. Where was Marmie getting all these rocks?

‘The water around Teotroly is sacred. It will shake away Sirion’s grip on her. Do it on your other friend too.’

Langrion ran towards Marmie, who had been standing still in the middle of the gigantic stone attack. The closer he got, the fiercer the stone attacks had become.

‘Hurry up, the portal seems to be closing. We don’t have much time left,’ the god inside him spoke.

Indeed, when he looked up ahead, the portal was quickly shrinking in size. He won’t be able to reach Shia in time if it closes.

“Blast it!” Langrion reached his hands to the small figure of the girl he had rescued some months ago. She was such a frail, little girl back then who only enjoyed making pastries. How dare did that arrogant god use her in his plot like this?

Finally, after several attempts of getting closer to Marmie’s body, Langrion succeeded in his task. He grabbed her fiercely in his chest once she was only an arm-length away. The stones started to close in on him, but he jumped as high as he could and aimed towards the unending expanse of sea bed.

Langrion went to the depths of the icy water one more time, taking the little girl in his arms. She struggled for a bit, but as soon as they reached the water, she calmed down, and a dark shadow seemed to flow out of her body.

Once she had calmed down, Langrion flew back into the surface and into the edge of Teotroly. He laid Marmie’s unconscious body against the soft sand.

‘Is she... Is she safe now,’ Langrion asked breathlessly within him.

‘Yes. I saw Sirion’s power escaping from her inside the waters.’

Langrion glanced at the place where the portal was, and his heart immediately sank. There was nothing there now but the stars and the sky that was already turning into a lighter hue, signalling the coming of the dawn.

Now, he’d have to go find his wife the hard way.

“Ah, the commander!”

Langrion had almost forgotten the man who had been buried in the pile of rocks earlier. He went into the place he had seen him standing the last time they faced each other. He began calling out his name.

“Commander Rus!”

He removed the rocks with his hand. When the rocks became bigger, he used the power of the god within him and levitated the rocks away. He did it for several minutes before the silver-haired god started to speak inside his head.

‘He’s not here anymore... He couldn’t possibly survive that attack...’

“T-That can’t be!” The commander can’t die like this! He said he would resist the God of Darkness’ power!

‘I can’t feel his life force anymore. Maybe someone had picked him up and rescued him already.’

That’s right. Commander Rus was far too fierce to die this pathetically. He must be alive somewhere.

“A-ahh...”

Marmie was stirring. Langrion remembered the little girl he had lain down into the sand. He ran back to her, and picked her up.

“Let’s get you back into the temple first, and then I’ll go get my wife back.”

He swore that this blasted God of Darkness, the damn Sirion de Luca, will die by his own hands!