Chapter 6
The Festival of Blood
Between shock and disbelief, Void stared at Einver…
That young man now standing before them, completely drenched in blood, emanating a sharp and deadly stench, as if his body had been bathing in blood for the past three months.
Einver's eyes—those that had always burned with anger and power—
were calm now… very faint…
as though the fire of his life was about to be extinguished forever.
Einver walked with slow, steady steps, advancing through the crowd without casting a glance at any of them;
the only thing he looked at was the blue sky above him.
Meanwhile, Void slipped inside the house, wanting to see what had happened inside.
With the very first step… that nauseating stench struck Void's nose so hard his stomach turned, and he nearly vomited from its intensity.
But he forced himself, pressing on, moving deeper into the house…
the house he had once known as warm, bright, full of life.
Now… it was dark, terrifying, like a pit from the depths of hell.
And after only a few seconds… Void ran out of the house with every ounce of strength left in his frail, starved body.
He was screaming… a scream filled with nothing but pure fear and terror.
Faced with this scene… torn between the sight of Einver's blood-soaked figure and Void's horrified screams,
the people found courage—and began entering the house themselves.
But what they saw… froze the blood in their veins.
Corpses… tortured over the course of the three past months.
Skin peeled away from flesh,
limbs severed slowly,
and even the flesh itself… cooked, then fed to the very victims.
Genitals severed and nailed above their heads,
while the bodies were ripped apart in ways no human mind could imagine…
Inhuman torture in every sense of the word.
"Ah… you bastards…
You ignored my mother… as she begged for help with bleeding eyes…
I swear… I will kill you all!"
Einver's scream erupted, laced with fury and a twisted joy. He gripped his black sword, then lunged at the first person before him—
And pierced his blade straight through the body of a small child… killing him instantly!
"Now… let the Festival of Blood begin!"
Einver roared with madness, pulling his sword free from the child's chest, then charged at the man behind him, striking without hesitation.
"He's… he's lost his mind!
R–Run!!"
The people screamed in terror, trying to flee from the devil's blade…
But it was useless.
Einver descended upon them like a demonic beast, reaping necks without mercy.
He moved like a black shadow, his long hair whipping behind him,
while he laughed and wept… his tears mixing with blood.
Einver killed everyone around his house.
And when it was over… he began searching around, like a madman, looking for something he could not name.
He searched… until he saw a man trying to hide beneath a lifeless corpse.
"Pl… plea…"
"Go to hell."
Einver gave him no chance to beg. He drove his sword through the man's neck, ending him instantly.
....
Six hours later
In that small, simple village…
the scent of rain-soaked earth lingered in the air…
But if one focused closely… they would smell the foul iron stench,
the same stench humanity had grown accustomed to in times of war and destruction.
No sound of child… nor woman… nor man.
Only silence. A quiet filled with the sharp whistle of wind cutting through the empty houses and slipping out again…
like the voices of ghosts, demanding justice from the heavens.
In the center of the village, on a strange small hill…
sat a boy with long black hair, dressed in old, torn clothes, his sword resting at his side.
His eyes stared into emptiness… seeing nothing.
In his arms… lay the small body of a child, no older than ten.
"Void…"
Einver whispered softly, strangely calm, as he looked down at the body in his arms.
He had killed him in his previous fit of madness.
And Einver did not feel sorrow…
did not feel guilt…
not even hatred.
His heart was calm… still… like a deep ocean within the darkness of hell.
"I screamed… until my vocal cords tore apart…
I cried… until blood poured out…
I grieved… until my heart shattered…
I hated… until my mind collapsed…
Now…
I am empty."
He looked at Void for a moment, then gently set his body aside, and stood upon the mound of corpses he had created himself.
He raised his head toward the blue sky…
And between the pure heavens above, and the blood-soaked earth below…
Einver stood alone, staring silently, as though searching for a single answer:
"…What do I do now?"
He exhaled quietly, glancing at his sword, its blade crimson from the endless blood it had drunk.
Then he noticed… shadows beginning to gather around the corpses of the villagers.
The darkness swirled, slowly taking shape…
until it formed the figure of a man cloaked in black.
Those dark eyes, void of any light…
looked straight at Einver, but he showed no reaction.
For his heart was now void of any emotions humans could feel.
"In another universe… this is called 'Enlightenment,' and those who reach it… ascend to great levels."
The shadow spoke softly, gently, gazing at the young man before him.
But Einver did not ask who he was… nor where he came from… nor his true nature.
All he did… was stand in silence, staring back.
And for a moment… Einver caught sight of a pure smile upon the shadow's face, its cloak swaying lightly with the air…
then he noticed a small wooden pendant hanging around the shadow's neck.
He felt something strange…
That calmness in its eyes… that purity…
made him feel as though he were looking at an old friend he had not seen in a long time.
"I don't know who you are…
But…
You resemble him so much… strange."
Einver's voice was faint, stripped of all emotion, as he sat once again atop the hill of corpses, raising his gaze toward the sky.
In that moment… the shadow saw Einver's empty eyes, which sought nothing anymore… except rest and peace.
"In another world where strength rules… what you have reached is called 'Enlightenment,' and no one else can attain it…
But you…
your only mistake… is that you were born in this human world."
The shadow spoke those words gently, then slowly raised his finger.
And in seconds… the darkness dissolved from the shadow's body, drifting toward Einver's own…
It began consuming him, little by little…
while Einver's heart remained calm, fully accepting what was happening.
And thus… the shadow vanished, and with it… Einver too…
Leaving behind a ruined village, and a hill of corpses.
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