The Seeker Of The Flames

Adin looked down at Wendy, calling her. His fake social expressions had vanished completely, as his bored face had once again returned.

"White Flame..." Adin called Wendy.

"I'm Wendy!!" she exclaimed, glaring back.

"Get away from here. I can't guarantee your safety. Just run away. I will find you after I'm done here."

She understood there was no time to w.h.i.n.e. She had to listen to his husband and do what he had told her without any hesitation.

"All right..." Wendy nodded, leaving Adin's arms and beginning to run as fast as she could. "Please stay safe my husband!"

By the time Adin directed his eyes to Angelo who stood before him, Wendy had gone far away from their spot.

"Come... Kill me..."

His voice was too cold, too cold that it could surround anyone in his disinterest.

Angelo pushed back his slender sword, getting ready to rush forward with full force.

"All right now," Angelo yelled ferociously before attacking Adin, "DIE INFIDEL!"

His sword's edge touched Adin's forehead, creating a faint wave of wind in the air. The airflow, caused by Angelo's sword charge, brought up the grand's dust and sands through the air, dimming his own vision.

When the grains of soil subsided, Angelo's furious face turned astonished and shocked. His serious glaring eyes became gazing and his confidence grew faint.

"Huh... w-w-ww-What?" he mumbled, gaping at Adin in astonishment.

Angelo's razor-sharp sword had touched Adin's skin without any doubt. Its tip stayed right on his forehead, but "Why wasn't there any blood?" "Why was Adin standing there without moving even an inch?" "What was going on?" Angelo had those questions in his mind. But no matter how much he contemplated about it and tried to realize the situation, he couldn't find an answer.

Angelo had lived more than eight hundred years, and he hadn't seen anyone receiving his attacks and staying unharmed. So why, why this man looked indifferent even though he had been attacked? There was no change in his looks as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't care at all, as if he saw Angelo as nothing but a fragile insect, as if he had died endless times and had remained alive every single time.

Angelo's staggered stares were fixed at those eyes, getting struck by his deadly dull stares. Although Angelo had dealt the blow and Adin had received the hit, Angelo was the one bending on his knees, holding his belly by his arms, as though he is the one getting damaged.

"What's that?" Adin taunted, "You've just attacked me one time. Did you give up after only one hit? Ah well, normally it'd take more attacks for them to give up. It's weird to see you've lost your confidence after one strike."

"A-adin... Arr-rian... m-my su-r-rr-vi-v-v-or... Www-who..." Angelo stuttered, finding it difficult to talk while shaking constantly. "JUST WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Angelo's sudden scream echoed through the desert and sands. Angelo stared at Adin with eyes fully widened and teeth gritted in fear and frustration.

"JUST... JUST WHO THE HELL ARE YOU????!!!" he shrieked again, gnashing his teeth.

Adin still looked calm and indifferent. "Really weird... you're the only one who's got mad only after one strike. It usually takes more than one try to scream like that."

Angelo started mumbling, muttering some inaudible words.

"Die die die die die die die die die die die die... die die die die die die die die...."

Pausing for a moment, he started yelling again. "DIEEEEEEEEEE INFIDEEEEEEEL!"

Getting ready to attack again, Angelo prepared his sharp sword, grasping it in his right hand tightly. He rushed toward Adin immediately, striking his blade left and right, up and down, trying to hit every point of Adin's body.

"LISTEN TO MY PRAYER! DESTROY YOUR SWORN ENEMIES AND PURIFY THE LAND! DESTROY THE INFIDELS AND STOP THEM FROM DEFILING THE HOLY FATHER'S LAND! LET THEM TASTE THE TRUE POWER OF GOD'S POWER AND VANISH FOREVER! LET THEM TASTE ONE BILLION STRIKES FROM HEAVEN!"

This time, a lot stronger wind started to blow through the air, moving the large surges of sands to the sky. He didn't stop striking his sword even for a moment, hitting Adin's body incessantly, causing a dust storm to shape around where they stood. The sand waves encircled them from the ground to the sky and encompassed them thoroughly.

His deadly fast strikes wouldn't fail to injury his enemy. That was why he trusted the sharpness of his sword more than anything. It was the blade that had slain hundreds of thousands of infidels in centuries, and so he never thought it would someday fail to do its duty. He never thought it would someday fail to kill the infidels.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! INFIDEL! DIE INFIDEL!" Angelo shouted as he continued his continuous strikes at Adin.

He was sweating extensively as he moved one muscle after another to hit Adin.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

It didn't take long that his breath started coming in pants. Angelo was sweating profusely and gasping heavily. He didn't have enough energy and magical pressure left to keep attacking Adin, so his strikes became less and less powerful, and he could no longer swing his sword as fast as he had started.

"Die... D-die... dieee..ee.."

His widened eyes also started getting tightened and his piercing screams became less strict and loud until they turned into faint mumbles. The sandstorm also faded away as time passed, letting a clear image of Adin become visible.

Angelo had no force left to do another attack; he used all of his remaining strength to stay conscious and stand on his feet.

"I-t... It's impossible... even though I used Heaven's One Billion Strikes, h-he's still unhurt..."

His voice was so faint and came through weak whispers.

Adin's eyes hadn't changed even a little; those looks were as lifeless as ever. From the moment Angelo had started the fight with him until then, he hadn't changed even a little bit.

That look on Adin's face bothered Angelo the most. He couldn't say whether those looks were infidel or not. He couldn't judge them at all. Angelo had never seen such a thing before. He had faith in his divine judgment. He never failed to judge people and kill the infidels who were the sworn enemies of Zeus. And now that he had faced a situation in which his judgment had failed, his faith became less strict and strong than before.

While being weak and dizzy, he only asked one question in his mind: "If I cannot judge people, can I judge God?"