37 Chapter 37
"Make your move, Rhixar. Even though you betrayed our friendship, I will give you one chance to attack me. May this serve as a parting gift to a friend who has lost his way." Quickstep offered to Rhixar.
"Hahaha! I don't need anything from you! I thought you were the fool all this time. But I guess I was the real fool all along. Was it fun acting weak in front of me, demon? You must been dying in laughter within that stupid guise you wear.
An immortal like you must have lived a boring life for countless eons to try and play this kind of game with mortals like myself. I must confess you fooled me quite convincingly. Let me end this farce for you!" Rhixar spouted in hate towards Quickstep.
How could his eyes not see that all of this was just a play? A play for this bored immortal. Rhixar couldn't accept his realization that he was used for a mere entertainment. Like a puppet on strings. He had danced on this immortal's tune in perfect symphony.
He would have rather died than admit he was used this easily. Rhixar waved his cursed sword and all the souls bound inside materialized outside the world for all to see. There were humans and beasts. Monsters and wicked spirits. Dwarves and elves.
And many other existences in this realm. His collection was very extensive. It numbered in the millions. It even dwarfed the city defenders population led by Ezedius.
"What are you talking about, Rhixar? Did you forget to eat lunch earlier? That must be it. You were so focused on chasing me that you had not eaten a meal since the moment we met. That must be the reason why you are sounding crazy right now.
I'm sorry Rhixar. This was all my fault. I did this to you." Quickstep was puzzled by the nonsensical words spoken by Rhixar. But with his analytical brain and intelligent mind, it was not hard to come up with a logical conclusion.
His opponent, Rhixar, was suffering from mental breakdown brought by severe hunger. He was the cause of it all. Quickstep was ant enough to admit his mistakes and say his apologies to Rhixar.
"Even now you maintain your veneer of idiocy. I applaud you, immortal. Allow me to express my thanks." Rhixar said to Quickstep. No anger can be heard from his voice. Only a serene acceptance for what was to come. He knew he could not escape from the grasp of this immortal.
Rhixar would also not beg for his life. He had lived a long and satisfying life. Along his bloody path towards his goal of immortality were the innumerable lives he had taken with no remorse. It would be ironic for the reaper of souls to ask for leniency when death comes knocking down his door.
He threw his treasured sword towards Quickstep.
"Let me accept your pain, Rhixar." Quickstep muttered in return. There was nothing else to say. It was his fault that his friend became crazy. Quickstep would also be responsible for putting an end to Rhixar's suffering.
"I will give you peace, my friend." Quickstep thought as he waited for Rhixar's attack to do its worst.
"Hahaha! I don't need anything from you! I thought you were the fool all this time. But I guess I was the real fool all along. Was it fun acting weak in front of me, demon? You must been dying in laughter within that stupid guise you wear.
An immortal like you must have lived a boring life for countless eons to try and play this kind of game with mortals like myself. I must confess you fooled me quite convincingly. Let me end this farce for you!" Rhixar spouted in hate towards Quickstep.
How could his eyes not see that all of this was just a play? A play for this bored immortal. Rhixar couldn't accept his realization that he was used for a mere entertainment. Like a puppet on strings. He had danced on this immortal's tune in perfect symphony.
He would have rather died than admit he was used this easily. Rhixar waved his cursed sword and all the souls bound inside materialized outside the world for all to see. There were humans and beasts. Monsters and wicked spirits. Dwarves and elves.
And many other existences in this realm. His collection was very extensive. It numbered in the millions. It even dwarfed the city defenders population led by Ezedius.
"What are you talking about, Rhixar? Did you forget to eat lunch earlier? That must be it. You were so focused on chasing me that you had not eaten a meal since the moment we met. That must be the reason why you are sounding crazy right now.
I'm sorry Rhixar. This was all my fault. I did this to you." Quickstep was puzzled by the nonsensical words spoken by Rhixar. But with his analytical brain and intelligent mind, it was not hard to come up with a logical conclusion.
His opponent, Rhixar, was suffering from mental breakdown brought by severe hunger. He was the cause of it all. Quickstep was ant enough to admit his mistakes and say his apologies to Rhixar.
"Even now you maintain your veneer of idiocy. I applaud you, immortal. Allow me to express my thanks." Rhixar said to Quickstep. No anger can be heard from his voice. Only a serene acceptance for what was to come. He knew he could not escape from the grasp of this immortal.
Rhixar would also not beg for his life. He had lived a long and satisfying life. Along his bloody path towards his goal of immortality were the innumerable lives he had taken with no remorse. It would be ironic for the reaper of souls to ask for leniency when death comes knocking down his door.
He threw his treasured sword towards Quickstep.
"Let me accept your pain, Rhixar." Quickstep muttered in return. There was nothing else to say. It was his fault that his friend became crazy. Quickstep would also be responsible for putting an end to Rhixar's suffering.
"I will give you peace, my friend." Quickstep thought as he waited for Rhixar's attack to do its worst.
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