Chapter 149: Heaven
I was roused from my sleep by the commotion outside. Upon awakening, I realized that the teacher who had been sleeping beside me was no longer there. Looking through the open window, I could see armed forces moving in unison towards a single direction.n0ve(l)bi(n.)co/m
Thump Thump Thump Thump.
With a heart filled with unease, I went to investigate, wondering why my ominous premonitions always seemed to materialize. It was indeed peculiar, considering I hadnt experienced a prophetic dream.
There, I found my brother and the teacher, with Lucia standing in front of them to offer protection, encircled by numerous troops. The moment I comprehended the situation, mana surged throughout my body.
Thump Thump Thump Thump.
My breathing became rapid, and my head felt as though it was on the verge of bursting, but I knew precisely what I was doing.
Roar!
My sole focus was to neutralize the enemy. I spared no effort. Casualties were inevitable, but I did not deem that significant.
My father, along with the other adults in the knight order, didnt solely combat beasts. They taught me, from the time I could read, that it was necessary to kill people and engage in dishonorable battles if required.
Thats why I, Siriel, even without full knowledge of the post-war situation, harbored no regrets about my actions.
Thump Thump Thump Thump.
She stood with her legs shoulder-width apart, chest puffed out, and arms crossed. It was an unspoken declaration that no one would get past her. She aimed to present her most intimidating self, and given the circumstances, it was clear who was in the wrong and who was in the right.
The adversaries Siriel had defeated bled profusely yet did not succumb.
Even after having their hearts pierced and legs severed, their hearts beat erratically, and their eyes glinted with a murderous intent as fierce as hers.
Although her life has been brief, judging from all the experiences shes had, this was beyond natural. Sorcery. Deep within her, a sense of self did not perceive this as divine magic but identified it as sorcery.
Answer.
Siriel spoke with a murderous glare directed at the puppets.
Guard Captain Raihan did not respond. It wasnt that he chose not to, but rather, he couldnt. As a guardian of Brahham, having memorized the entire registry of foreigners entering Brahham, Siriels face and name were absent from his memory.
An unexpected accident.
There was another person capable of neutralizing the elite guards in an instant. This situation was neither desired nor should it have occurred.
Raihan felt panic and fear.
But the elite guards felt rage and hatred. Knowing pain, they acutely understood what their comrades had just endured.
Malice boiled up, and a vow to kill the heretic before them was etched into their chests as a scar.
Light exploded. Siriels mana and sword confronted it.
Silver hair fluttered in the open space, and despite the battle, the jewel sword that didnt lose its shine split. The silver flash began to confront the blinding white light that made every hair stand on end.
Ka-ching!
Light clashed against light. Attacks came from the front and both sides. Dozens, hundreds of sword strikes and magic targeted a single goal. Siriel did not defend against them. She floated blades in the air, matched their trajectories, and tore through the enemies, counterattacking their assaults. Rage-filled blades were shattered by other rage-filled blades. Sparkling dust rose into the air and was swept away by the wind, scattering light.
Twenty lights went out. And twenty blades shone again. Twenty blades became five, and then twenty again. Siriel mechanically eliminated her enemies, and the guards charged with madness in their eyes, filled with emotion.
Whiz-whiz!
The threatening sound rings in my ears. But it doesnt matter. There are only two of them. Four to attack. The violence of numbers has always been Brahhams victory. For the past 500 years, since the establishment of Brahhams guards, this tactic has never failed.
Boom!
The surrounding walls collapsed, and the ceiling crumbled towards Siriel. She deflected all the falling rocks with her limbs. Thud - using psychokinesis to manipulate the jewel sword, Crack - she diverted all attacks from their intended trajectory.
Gray-blue eyes delved into her very essence.
600.
The lions gaze spoke of a miracle she could not possibly have achieved.
Its a dream
Thus, Raihan whispered.
The deserts night air was cold, the wind striking his cheek. Yet, Raihan felt nothing. Everything seemed like a dream, his skin, which hadnt sweated, refusing to acknowledge the cold.
His will denied the situation, dismissing it as a mere dream.
Im tired.
Thats how Raihan felt.
Even in sleep, the tiredness lingered.
Raihan drew his sword from his waist, holding it as a means to awaken from this dream.
A terrible nightmare, he knew, couldnt be overcome by faith alone. Thats the teaching of Brahham.
A cunning devils work.
Click- Click-
Thud- Thud-
Thump-
Rumble-
The night sky of Brahham flipped and rotated several times, gradually staining red
Whoosh-
Light engulfed everything around.
Light?
It was night just moments ago; how could there be light? Raihan blinked in disbelief at the nonsensical situation.
He squinted, looking around.
It was as if heaven and earth had been flipped. That was the only way to describe it.
The stars that once dotted the night sky had vanished, his vision now filled with a room entirely white.
It wasnt a dream.
He calmly accepted that he must have died. The presence of fallen guards around him and the flickering pillar of light before him served as evidence.
Heaven.
Believing they had reached heaven thanks to the holy battle they fought, Raihan, filled with bliss, shed tears and crossed himself before walking forward. His steps toward the pillar of light were light.
He was certain that upon reaching it, he would meet Gods messenger.
But his steps could never reach the pillar of light.
The flickering pillar of light extinguished, and
The room was plunged into darkness.
