Chapter 62
Calm and Fury
The Mad Killer…
That name echoed through the streets of the Phoenix Flame City like a nightmare, branded forever in the memory of its people.
In a single night, the streets had been drenched in blood. He slaughtered dozens without hesitation, moving like death itself. The blades and small daggers he wielded were no more than extensions of a demonic hand — one that knew precisely where to strike, cutting down his targets with ruthless precision, draining their lives before they could even scream.
He was later called the Mad Killer not merely for the number of his victims, but for the terrifying method by which he killed — swifter than lightning, striking vital points with perfect accuracy, and using small, lightweight weapons that made his victims' deaths both painful and quick.
He was so merciless that the massacre would forever be known as The Night of the Sovereign of Death.
Yet what made that night even darker was that a young girl, Mayui, a child born with the Gift of Sight, had seen his face. When the Lord questioned her about the killer, she replied in a trembling voice:
> "He's a bloodthirsty madman… powerful, deadly. But strangely, I felt his heart was pure. His name… it wasn't stable. It flickered — as though torn between light and darkness."
After that night, the killer vanished — as though his very shadow had dissolved into the fog.
No one could find him. His name lingered only in whispers, told in hushed tones at night.
Even the Lord of the city himself tried to understand why those nobles had been targeted. What linked them together?
He found only one fragile thread — every one of them had some connection to his late brother.
That discovery only deepened the mystery. Every noble who had ties of blood or business with his brother had been slaughtered, one by one, as if the Mad Killer had been tracing a bloodstained line drawn long ago.
Thus, the name of the Mad Killer was carved into the city's history as the most terrifying assassin to ever walk the streets of Phoenix Flame.
And as days turned into weeks, chaos gradually faded.
The killer never appeared again, and soon, people began to forget…
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In the years that followed, Sai Mo grew accustomed to visiting the Forest of Dreams from time to time — standing in silence before the remnants of his past, paying his respects to his fallen family and friends.
He had avenged them.
At last, he found a fragile peace within himself.
He often visited with his mentor, Hayden, keeping their presence hidden from others. Together they offered their respects, then quietly returned to their cave.
That quiet life — filled with calm and stillness — became precious to Sai Mo's heart. He no longer saw Hayden as merely a teacher or friend, but as a father… as the only family he had left in this cruel world.
During those years, Sai Mo's power grew at a staggering rate. He officially stepped into the Yin-Yang Realm – First Section, radiating an overwhelming strength befitting his journey.
Yet he cared little for power. What he truly desired was peace — to live quietly beside Hayden.
But the heavens seldom grant men what they wish for.
> {Sometimes one must learn that eternal peace is nothing more than an illusion.}
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One ordinary day, Sai Mo visited the Forest of Dreams as usual, while Hayden went out hunting for dinner.
The old man had aged, his body weaker than before, though his wisdom had only deepened, his heart grown stiller.
As Sai Mo approached the forest, he noticed four strangers standing by the gate, arguing with the elderly guard, demanding entry. The guard, however, refused firmly.
Sai Mo didn't pay them much attention.
He simply bowed from a distance toward the spirits of his family, whispered a few words to himself, smiled faintly… and turned to leave.
Then, suddenly, his body froze. A chill surged down his spine — a dark, savage energy was approaching fast.
He looked up and saw a black shadow riding a dark horse, cloaked in an old robe stained with dust.
> "That darkness… it feels like Hayden's aura, but far stronger. Could it be… a beast?"
He remembered Hayden's teachings:
Humans use pure white energy, while beasts are born of sacred darkness.
So Sai Mo assumed at first that this newcomer wasn't human at all, but a beast in disguise.
He watched in silence as the figure lifted his hood — revealing a young man, no older than twenty, with sharp yet delicate features. Only one eye was visible… glowing red, like a gateway to eternal hell.
That young man was Einver.
Sai Mo hesitated.
He didn't know what drew him more — the brutal energy surrounding the stranger or the deep sorrow hidden in that single crimson eye.
Moments later, Einver and the others disappeared into the Forest of Dreams, and Sai Mo exhaled slowly, then turned back toward his cave.
But Hayden never returned.
As night fell, unease clawed at Sai Mo's heart.
He rushed out in search — only to stumble upon a scene that froze his blood cold.
At the foot of the cave lay a body soaked in blood, pierced by arrows, barely breathing.
Sai Mo sprinted forward in horror. It was Hayden.
His voice trembled as he fell beside him:
> "Hayden! What happened?! Why are you like this?!"
With great effort, Hayden opened his eyes and spoke weakly:
> "I was attacked… by a group of slave hunters from the City of the Blue Sky. They wanted to capture me alive… but I escaped… barely…"
Then he smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened.
But Sai Mo's face darkened, anger boiling inside him.
> "Why didn't you fight them, Hayden?! You're not weak!"
Hayden lifted a trembling hand, placed it gently on Sai Mo's head, and said softly, with the warmth of a father:
> "My son… not all humans are evil. It's true, I once hated people deeply… but thanks to you — and that man who saved me — I regained my sanity. Violence brings nothing but more hatred. Promise me… don't walk the cursed path of vengeance again."
Sai Mo couldn't answer.
He carried Hayden back into the cave, treating him with everything he had learned from his mentor.
But deep down, he already knew the truth — the wounds were far too severe.
> "He won't survive more than three months… maybe less."
There was only one hope — the Flower of Light, a rare medicinal bloom said to heal even mortal wounds.
But how could he leave Hayden alone in that condition?
For two whole weeks, he stayed by his side, tending to him, refusing to sleep. When Hayden's breathing finally steadied a little, Sai Mo knew the time had come.
He had to find that flower — no matter the cost.
He rushed toward the Phoenix Flame City with all the speed his body could muster.
Yet when he arrived, chaos reigned.
Whispers and rumors filled the air — strange, frantic news spreading through every street.
He stopped a merchant and asked what was happening.
> "You don't know?" the man said. "The Lord's sons entered the Forest of Dreams two weeks ago… and haven't come out since! The whole city's in crisis!"
Sai Mo froze.
He remembered the figures he had seen at the gate that day — the ones arguing with the guard.
But he shook off the thought. None of that mattered now.
All that mattered was saving Hayden.
He headed straight to the only store known to sell the Flower of Light. His heart brimmed with desperate hope.
But when he arrived… the doors were shut tight.
He knocked again and again — no answer.
Then he noticed a note pinned to the door:
> "The shop will remain closed until further notice due to the ongoing citywide crisis."
His hands clenched into fists.
Fury and despair burned within him.
He scoured the city, asked everyone he could find, but all were too preoccupied with the Lord's missing children.
And so, amid the chaos and noise, Sai Mo stood alone in the crowd — swallowed by shadows of confusion and rage… while somewhere far away, Hayden waited, suspended between life and death.
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