Free Web NovelChapter 7: Chapter 7: Nyima
Nyima looked around. Blood everywhere. The white snow dulled with red. She walked among the many fallen, their bodies twisted with pain, their voices screeching with agony. Nyima couldn’t handle it.
She felt her vision going blurry, seeing the mess before her, her legs giving out, and they did.
But Ureil caught her right away, her white hair and blue eyes looking down at her. A pale sense of relief flooded within. It gave her more clarity, gave her legs the strength to stand.
"You okay there?" She asked.
Nyima stood up, feeling much safer, much more relaxed. "Yes, thank you." She said, bowing slightly. "Thank you for saving me..."
Ureil nodded. "It’s a pleasure, Ms. Nyima."
"You know me?"
Ureil smiled, nodding slightly. "Everyone knows you," she said. "Now come here, let me heal you and everyone here, as per order." She muttered.
Nyima nodded, sitting with her fellow villagers. Sitting quietly, for some reason their screams no longer reached her ears, her eyes still fixed on the white-haired lady. For some reason, she felt calm near her, even though bloody chaos surrounded them both.
"Who are you really?" Nyima asked.
She said nothing, raising her palm high. "It’s not the time yet." She said, and with her palm glowing with golden light, that same light suddenly rained down on Nyima and gradually spread to everyone. Toward Cheering, toward Lhaso, toward all the injured and half-dead people.
And the blood, the blood just disappeared. The wounds of many closed up, their injuries, even the slightest scratches, gone.
"The pain, it’s gone." Cheering muttered, the claw marks on his back gone. He looked around at all the villagers recovering, the ones who had been lying bare at the edge of death now alive.
"This... this should not be possible." He whispered, but the impossible had already happened before his very eyes. He turned to his sister.
"What Amon said, the supernatural, all of it, it’s true?"
Nyima nodded slowly. "Well, we laughed at his adventuring stories all this time, but in the end, it was all true."
While they bathed in light and purity, Ureil couldn’t help but bite her lip, knowing that what she was doing was forbidden in many ways. Showing her powers, healing ones who didn’t even know of her existence.
She looked at them, their smiles, their eyes glowing with hope, and it was because of her. And she smiled back, unknowingly. A warrior like herself felt something different, seeing them all.
I hope they let this one slide.
She thought, coming closer toward Nyima. "You are his, right? Amon’s wife?"
Nyima nodded, not quite having the words to speak to a being standing before her eyes.
"Let me get to the point. Amon, as special as he is, has equally special enemies. And they are coming for you." Ureil said, pointing her finger at her.
"Me...?"
"Yes."
It didn’t take long to understand why. Nyima wasn’t that dense, and Cheering too understood why they were targeting her. The almighty guardian, the invincible one, was invincible no more. Nyima knew she was his weakness.
She huffed, her fingers quivering, her thoughts going astray. The day she had been dreading had come. She already knew Amon, her hero, her guardian, the love of her life, was someone out of her league.
And one day, she could be his downfall.
No. This is not it. I am Nyima, wife of Amon. I am better than this. She thought, as she walked toward Ureil.
"Tell me, what can I do? What should I do? I will do anything to help, to stay by his side." She said.
Power is precious to some, but to those who have it, it becomes tiresome, an error, like a curse. Because at the top, at the apex, there is nothing but loneliness.
Amon landed at the peak of a mountain, his hands now covered in gore, red at the edges of the coat he wore. Many heads dangled from his grip. Demonic heads, their spines held in his fist.
His eyes still searched around, like eyes that could see everything and anything. So much so it felt like a blatant lie when he had told Cheering his vision was shortsighted.
"Come on, where are you?" He whispered to himself, finding no demonic aura among the hills.
"No, this is not it. The gods don’t just play games like this." He voiced, as he threw the heads into the sky, his lips mumbling words that should never be heard by any living being.
The dead ears of the demonic heads heard him, and they kept levitating in motion, circling in the air. Until each of them burst into blood, not falling but swirling around in a circle.
"@#$@# @#$ #^%& %&... come out, light bringer." He spoke.
And with those words, the mountain shook. The air held its breath. The sky crackled as if screaming no. The blood circle opened ever so slightly, the demonic presence intensifying far more than before.
"Ohhh..." a voice echoed from inside the circle. "If it isn’t my favourite human. Amon." It beckoned.
"Light bringer..."
"Oh darling, you know I hate that name." It growled.
"I care not. You know that."
"Haha..." It laughed. "Hahahaha..."
The laughter echoed all around, so much so that the world felt it, the air felt it, and so did the lands.
"If I could get my hands on you, Amon, I would reward you a thousand deaths for such blasphemy, but I am not there. So what say you? Why call me? I hope this isn’t one of your drunk calls?"
"..."
There was silence. Amon looked around. The sky above had clouded with dark clouds, the air growing harder and harder to breathe. The miasma, if he took much longer, would make the Himalayas unlivable.
"Why?" Amon bellowed. "Why let your demons roam free and let them partner with the gods, the same gods who caged you?" He asked.
"I see..." the devil muttered, a hint of curiosity, a hint of laughter etching out. "Amon, you still don’t know? What is happening? What is to happen? What could lead demons to such treachery?"
"You want heaven?"
"Hahahaha... no, Amon. I... no, not I. Let’s say us. No, that doesn’t sound right either. We, yes... WE are up against something far more chaotic than heaven itself. If I am right, you must have already been notified with my father’s gift?"
One thing rang in Amon’s mind.
The SSSSS+ rank mission. Is that the reason? The root cause of it all?
"Hahahaha." Lucifer laughed. "The end is upon us, Amon. Get ready."
And just like that, the bloody portal closed. The surroundings calmed at once, the clouds rushing away as if the world was trying to repair what had been damaged. The air gradually turning breathable again.
Amon opened the system. The mission still glowed. He wanted to know what kind of mission it was, but the details would only appear if he accepted it. Which he didn’t want to. There was always something on the line if he didn’t.
"All I wanted was to live with my wife in peace." He voiced, as his finger reached toward the screen. But now, with his wife and all the villagers in danger, he needed to know.
[Yes]
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