Chapter 60: In Whose Name Do We Fight?
Title: 🔥For Whom Do We Fight?🔥
The novel: Do I Fight My Husband or the Black Tumor?
Genre: Romantic Action Drama Fantasy
The ash-gray mist enveloped the area as Sajad leaped down from the balcony with a devilish agility. His body arched like an arrow, then landed gracefully like a wild cat. "You are despicable!" he roared, a voice that shattered the silence like breaking glass. A thin, black fog seeped from beneath his feet, swirling like hungry ghosts. "If you had said you wanted to kill me, I would have welcomed you!"
With a mocking smile, he added, "But for a girl... what a disgrace..."
He walked with the confidence of a wounded wolf, his steps heavy yet steady. His broken eyes brimmed with blood and disdain, but his head was held high in defiance. His sarcastic laugh cut through the air like a sword, his hand instinctively touching the grip of his gun at his waist.
Derek remained silent, standing like a statue carved from polar ice. His face was as cold as snow, but his eyes narrowed like twin daggers.
Dreed looked tense, his eyes showing unease. He slunk towards the door quickly and fearfully, glancing at Sajad. "He seems angry and enjoying it..." He paused, then smiled nervously. "I need to leave before he drags me into this chaos..." He slipped out of the room almost imperceptibly.
Sajad waited for Derek to speak, but when he didn't, he grew irritated. He bit his lower lip until he tasted blood. "What's wrong with him... Come on, am I supposed to wait here...? Ridiculous..." (Very annoyed)
Then, in a loud voice, he raised his hands in a mock gesture of leaving: "I'll leave; I don't have time for this nonsense... I have bigger tasks than this farce..." He turned to go, giving Derek his back.
Derek erupted in a silent rage that turned into a roar: "I haven't given you permission to leave..." His teeth clenched so hard they nearly cracked. Suddenly, several large spears appeared in a flash and he aimed them at Sajad's head, his finger in the air like a venomous bee's wing.
Sajad grew angrier at his words, his thunderous laughter filling the garden like a dark storm. "Permission to leave?"
Arrows fell vertically, slicing the air and piercing the ground where Sajad stood, leaving a dark scar that evaporated in seconds. But he emerged from the dust, swaying coolly. A black shot nearly hit Derek, drawing blood.
He stood firm, Sajad sneering as he twirled his gun around his finger. "Say that again, and I'll put a bullet in your head... you womanizer..." He tilted his head mockingly and beckoned Derek with his hand.
Derek stood rooted to the spot like a tree in a storm, his face a mask of ice, but his veins pulsed like snakes under his pale skin. "You could have chosen another puppet... one with the same qualities... but why her..." He screamed, nearly exploding with anger.
(Sajad provoking)
Sajad tapped his forehead with his finger, as if facing a madman: "I see you've gone mad... You told me you came to finish our fight... not to talk nonsense..." His smile turned from sarcastic to cold.
Derek suddenly raised his arm, which glowed, his fingers intertwining like a wizard summoning something monstrous. "You are despicable... you don't deserve her!" He said calmly, but his eyes burned with rage.
Aerodynamic, transparent arrows formed around him like angry crystals, then launched towards Sajad like deadly swarms of bees. "You used her to get what you wanted... I can't let you live with that..." He was very angry.
(In his mind, a sharp inner voice):
"He's trying to exploit her... he doesn't see her as a person, just a tool to reach his goal... I know him well... that's how Leithi thinks... in Leithi society, there are two rules: feel only for yourself, and use people as tools to achieve your goals... you can't change someone's nature, it's deeply rooted in us..."
(The final challenge)
Sajad dodged the arrows with a backward jump, his black fog devouring some of them like a hungry beast. "I'm starting to lose interest in you (bored)... Let's fight to the death..." He smiled fiercely.
Derek's eyes sparkled with a vengeful flame: "I will kill you... and take Riman from you..."
Sajad screamed like a wounded wolf: "I'm getting sick of you! (Annoyed and advancing towards him)... You didn't say you wanted to free her, you treat her as a tool! (Looking at him with broken eyes) What's the difference between us... exploiting her or treating her as something you own... the same thing..." He put his hands in his pockets, and Derek fell silent.
Suddenly, Sajad disappeared, reappearing like a ghost behind Derek and delivering a powerful kick to his back, nearly knocking him down. Air arrows circled around him like hungry hawks.
Derek whispered with a madness that melted his cold voice: "Riman loves me... but what sets us apart is you... So, if I kill you, we will live freely..." Sajad thought to himself, "I feel like vomiting from his words..." Then he screamed like a man who had lost his mind: "Riman!"
Suddenly, creatures resembling Alphas, like an army, directed thousands of arrows towards Sajad.
Sajad thought to himself: "Has this fool gone mad...?" (Surprised)
"If he continues like this, he'll destroy everything (calmly)... but their numbers are few compared to his power... I didn't think he had the brain to think after his words... (mocking)... (thinking) No matter, the explosion won't extend too far; it will only destroy some areas... and those areas are filled with scum, so it's good for me..." He smiled.
(Disappearance)
Zzzzzz—!
Sajad's body transformed into a thick black fog, dissolving into the shadows like ink in water. The last thing to disappear was the tip of his gleaming gun.
The place filled with fog and darkness.
Derek shouted loudly, searching for him through the fog: "Where did you run? I'll find you! You're a coward!" He laughed and mocked.
In his mind:
"Damn... I can't see anything..." Very agitated, the veins on his face bulging.
Sajad prepared his gun to begin.
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Note: Shahin wears white general's clothes with a red rose on the left side of his pocket, walks confidently with short blue hair and eastern blue eyes.
Shahin and Furok walked among withered rose bushes, the autumn leaves crunching under their feet.
Shahin twirled a dead rose between his fingers, his blue eyes shining with longing:
"I wish I could find her..." He looked right and left, scanning the surroundings.
Furok jumped over concrete squares like a game, laughing like a child who found a new toy, but his blue eyes suddenly narrowed like a fox scenting blood:
"Aren't you looking for Dalia..." With an innocent smile and a curious tone.
Shahin stopped abruptly, his hand crushing the rose, and he closed his eyes:
"You're right... I miss her. I confessed my love to her, but she rejected me again... Don't remind me..." Dramatically and humorously.
Furok jumped in play, dancing around Shahin like a moving doll, his voice retaining the tone of an innocent child:
"Don't tire yourself (sighs and mocks)... Your confession will be rejected a thousand times... This is a beautiful game, the trial..." Happy.
Shahin looked at the sky, smiling:
"But I love her... and she has rejected me since we were young... now she has run away from me at the party... Ahahaha..." (Dramatically sad)
Furok froze in place, shocked, his smile unchanged but his eyes turning to a sardonic and bored gaze (to himself):
"She didn't run away from you; she was taking care of the children... She didn't even notice you, let alone express herself to you..." Laughing at him.
Shahin walked with despair, his shoulders slumped like a broken branch.
Suddenly,
(The distant fight shakes the earth)
A violent tremor cracked the garden's ground! Explosions echoed from the nearby palace courtyard, flashes of black and white light illuminating the trees! Shahin and Furok turned their heads toward the source of the sound.
(Nearby: Sajad and Derek fighting fiercely, their bodies blurred lines amidst flying debris, the sound of whistling air arrows cutting through the sky.)
Shahin covered his ears from the noise, his voice low and surprised:
"Aren't those Sajad and Derek? Why are they fighting..."
He pointed at Derek, who was roaring like a beast:
"Derek looks furious..." Surprised.
Furok stood on his tiptoes on the concrete, his eyes widening with excitement, clapping his hands like a child watching a show:
"Bro... Shahin, watch and be quiet, I want to enjoy this..." Happy and excited.
He suddenly stopped, tilting his head with a peculiar curiosity:
"I wonder what's so important to their fight..." Thinking.
Then he raised his thumb as if pointing to "death," his innocent smile still in place:
"Let's watch until one of them dies..." Happy and joyful.
Shahin looked at him in disbelief, his eyebrows raising:
"Do you mean we should let them fight to the death...? Your words suggest you don't care if Sajad dies or not..."
Furok smiled mischievously:
"Do you think the son of the Southern family will win (softly and terrifyingly)... You're a fool (calmly)... There's a huge difference between someone who grew up in the hell of the North and the luxury of the South..." With serious eyes and broken gaze.
Furok slowly turned his head towards small shrubs, his eyes meeting two frightened ones hiding behind the leaves (to himself):
"There seem to be weak insects here (calmly)... It doesn't matter; I'll kill them when I'm done..." Smiling with a sense of pleasure.
He stared at the shrubs, his smile unwavering but his gaze indicating Khalid, then turned his head. Shahin smiled calmly, as if used to his behavior.
Khalid crouched behind the shrubs, his body trembling, his hands clutching the soil (to himself):
"Did he look at me just now (frightened)... No, I must be imagining it (sighs)... (thinking and looking at Sajad) But isn't this my sister's husband? He looks like a gangster or a hired killer (disgusted)... True, he's not old... but I'm worried about her; with his strength, he could crush her quickly..." Worried and feeling chills.
Shahin turned his face away from the shrubs, looking at Sajad, who dodged arrows and killed Troy's soldiers:
"But why is Sajad so weak... Isn't he from the North? They are desert serpents..." Surprised calmly.
Furok stepped forward, his hands behind his back like a scholar explaining, his smile innocent but his words harsh and calculated:
"While the South fights brutally and randomly... we use the mind, strength, and body together... Sajad is trying to win without losing his strength..."
He laughed.
Shahin thought to himself calmly:
"In the North, we have many enemies... so we fight without wasting strength... What do I expect from a Northern child... but what I don't understand is how they always use a small amount of strength despite having enough power to bring down all families in a moment..." Surprised and amazed.
Furok was calm, like a mature person, looking at the eyes, smiling calmly:
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Sajad (appearing suddenly behind Derek, his gun at the back of Derek's head):
To himself, "Derek, you're a disgrace (angrily)... Someone controlled by emotions is truly useless..." (Smiling sarcastically)
Derek stiffened, his back tensing:
"Haha, behind me... coward..." Sajad laughed.
(To himself, his eyes turning towards a broken window):
"Damn! He's so annoying... Doesn't matter! I'll kill him and get rid of him..."
Derek's hidden dagger gleamed like a snake's fang, he lunged behind him towards Sajad's stomach with incredible speed—
But Sajad (turned into black fog) and disappeared again...!
His gun gleamed under the moonlight, the crowd increasing until he faded more:
Sajad (calmly and in the darkness of the palace roof, the fog growing thicker with each moment due to his power):
"I'm tired; I've been fighting for a long time without rest (yawning)... While he was sleeping (annoyed).... I want to get rid of him quickly (smiling)... but I'll tire him out completely (smiling)..."
Derek raised his arms like eagle wings, a massive wave of air erupted from above!
Marble columns exploded like glass, the palace ceiling began to crack, giant air arrows split the ground like dragon teeth—
Everything flew into the air: chairs, dirt, shards of glass!
"I am the master of the sky; you can't hide forever, Sajad! This dirty game of yours ends here!" Extremely angry.
"If you're a man, come and fight me..." Loudly.
Sajad (sitting and resting his chin on his hand):
"What is he talking about... Does he want to insult me (annoyed)... but what do you call a man who chases his wife (mocking)..."
To himself:
"No problem (smiling)... Let him talk whatever he wants (calmly)... In the end, I will be the victor with the least effort..."
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(Scene in Nizar's bedroom)
Dalia sat on the edge of the bed, gently running her fingers through Nizar's soft hair, the moonlight shining on his white hair.
(Gently, touching Nizar's hair):
"Nizar and Bika have fallen asleep... They must have been exhausted from running and playing..." Smiling.
She sighed, her hands trembling slightly:
"Ah... I'm really worried about Sajad..."
She retreated to a chair by the window, exhausted, then smiled:
"It's good that he's with Riman... I saw him carrying her by the fountain before..."
She touched her cheek, her eyes following the ceiling lines as if searching for answers:
"I don't know whom to comfort..." Speaking and contemplating.
She remembered X's anxious and worried state as he left Ather's room:
"Ather almost lost his mind after leaving the party; he became worse... He started screaming and broke everything in his room..."
"...X had a tough time... because of his breakdown..." Sad.
"Ather, despite not being related by blood, collapsed like his mother... How much more shocked must Sajad be..." Smiling with a broken heart.
"After hearing that Riman's appearance caused them pain, I remembered what I did before..." Deep sadness, pressing on her clothes as if they might tear.
(Sinking into painful memories)
She closed her eyes, her voice heavy with guilt:
"On a night like this... I made the biggest mistake of my life..."
Scene: Cold training hall, Sajad (10 years old) training with a sword.
Dalia stood firmly, her arms crossed, her voice like a whip:
"Swing the sword 10,000 times!!!"
Sajad fell to his knees, panting heavily, his face red from exhaustion:
"That's too much... (shouting from fatigue) You're annoying..." Angry.
Dalia rushed towards him, hitting him on the head with her fist— the sound of a slap freezing the air:
"You're a smart mouth!!!" Annoyed with him.
To herself, "Why do I have to train this spoiled child... Damn it..." Bored.
Sajad screamed, his hands protecting his head:
"Ah... I'll tell Grandpa, you witch!!!" He ran away, sticking out his tongue and pulling his eyelid as a mockery.
Dalia cursed herself, then shouted:
"I'll kill you, you little baldy..." Furious and blazing.
The scene fades... Dalia in the present, smiling bitterly:
"I searched for him everywhere... and found him looking at my trainer... I shouldn't have asked him..."
Returning to the memory:
Dalia walked towards Sajad, sitting on the ground and looking at her sadly, her voice softening a bit:
"Who are you looking at? Do you know Captain Naren, the highest leader of the Carlos organization?"
Sajad slowly lifted his head, his golden eyes shining with a mysterious pain:
"I don't know her... I wanted... to meet her... but she never gave me the chance..."
Dalia helped him stand, a encouraging smile on her lips:
"Do you want me to take you to her? She was my trainer before..."
He shook his head 'no' and pulled his hand away.
Sajad cleaned his sword with the hem of his jacket, his voice dropping to a whisper:
"No... no... I don't want (blushing)... Can you tell me what your trainer likes?... Food... anything... clothes..." Blushing.
Dalia (thinking and closing her eyes, remembering):
"I don't know... but we often ate a lot of cake, like knafeh pudding... but it's expensive..." Smiling.
Sajad (acting mature and smiling confidently):
"Don't worry about the money... I learned negotiation techniques from economics class... I'll buy it at the lowest cost..."
Dalia (surprised by his thinking, as if she didn't expect it, speaking as if to a small child):
"How... can you buy it? That's easy... you have a lot of money..." Closing one eye, mocking.
Sajad (with arrogance, as if his nose was Pinocchio's):
"Yes... but to become amazing, you must always invest in your ideas... (confidently, drawing in the soft ground) I'll buy the recipe from a servant in the restaurant for a certain amount... When I threaten him with the recipe, I'll ask for compensation equal to the amount I paid for the recipe and three cakes... and thus I recover my money and get the cakes for free... What do you think..." Very happy and a big smile.
Shocked and unable to speak.
"This isn't bad (justifying)... They buy the ingredients cheaply and sell them at a high price, which isn't fair..." As if rebuking them, angry.
Dalia to herself, shocked and smiling nervously:
"You have a great future in business management... but it's not entirely clean..."
Then Dalia stood up and sighed, patting his shoulder gently:
"Alright... let's go back to training, you idiot... instead of wasting time..."
Sajad leaned on his sword, pretending to be bored, but his eyes followed the back door where Captain Naren was:
"Okay... but let me meet Ather... he's my brother..." Annoyed.
Dalia turned his head towards her with two fingers:
"Your brother is studying history... you were separated from him because of your mischief!"
He screamed 'no,' and she replied angrily, "Let's go back to training and be quiet, or you'll give me a stroke..." She covered her ears and carried him like a handbag.
(After Dalia left):
Dalia in the corridor at dusk, stopping suddenly:
"Sajad... I think he wants to see her but is shy because of his rude words... No problem! I'll make it a pleasant surprise for him..."
The next morning...
Dalia advanced down the hallway to her office, her eyes shining with hope (to herself):
"I agreed with my trainer Naren to meet at 9 AM... but I'll bring Sajad to see her... Of course, she'll love him (smiling and innocent)..."
Suddenly... a young soldier rushed towards her, his face pale:
"Captain Naren is almost killing a child upstairs! We couldn't stop her! Hurry!!"
Dalia dropped the dagger she was playing with from her hand:
"Impossible!... Not Sajad... She wouldn't do that, right...???"
She ran quickly through the corridors, her robe fluttering behind her like broken wings.
Upon arriving...
She saw Naren kicking Sajad violently, like a beast, and screaming at him!
"Don't ever let me see your face again... Get lost..." With extreme cruelty and bloodshot eyes, ready to kill him.
She stomped on his back, and he couldn't get up!
Dalia pushed her away forcefully:
"Are you insane?! How can you hit a child?!!" Shocked and angry.
Naren turned a pale face, her yellow eyes full of hatred and pain, and her voice broke:
"Didn't I tell you... to keep him away from my path? As long as he's in the organization... I don't even want to smell him..."
Sajad, stunned, tried to stand with difficulty, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his voice was clear like a bell:
"Why are you doing this? (Eyes wide with shock)... I never asked you about your departure or anything... I wasn't an obstacle to you (biting his lip)... Why do you hate me so much that you wish me dead (screaming)...?"
He paused, looking at her as if seeing her for the first time:
"But I want to ask you... why don't you treat me like a normal person? Just a trainee?... My mother..."
Dalia turned to Naren, her voice trembling with anger (to herself):
"Is she really his mother? She told me to be harsher with him than anyone else!!!"
Naren suddenly stopped, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind, her voice breaking:
"Don't call me mother... ever again..."
"This... is because I despise you... and I wish you'd disappear from my life..."
(Her eyes cast a look of terror towards Sajad)
Sajad (tired):
"Don't worry, I'll disappear from your life (broken voice and desperate smile)... Did you know why I kept sending you gifts, even though I knew you'd throw them away (smiling but almost collapsing)... I hoped we could return to being a loving family again (shaking, pressing on his wound until the blood flowed more).... But from now on, my mother is dead (broken voice and smiling)..."
Naren:
"Do as you please and think what you want... Don't let me see this trash (disgusted)..."
She left the room, closing the door. Sajad collapsed in a pool of his own blood.
Dalia:
"Sajad... are you okay? Answer me... Go get a doctor..." Worried and scared, shouting.
In her mind, as a narrator:
"I treated him... but he didn't care about the pain..." Worried.
"I tried repeatedly to press on the wound to make him angry like before..." Sad and sitting beside him.
"After that... he returned to fighting, but he had lost all sense of life..."
(Return to the present):
She turned to the ceiling one last time.
Dalia leaned against the wall, covering her face with her hands, perplexed:
"....But what I heard about my trainer Naren terrified me even more those days... (thinking)... She disappeared for a month without anyone knowing where she was or what she was doing... and when she returned, she brought back her husband's clothes and some of his belongings (drawing a line on the table)... At the same time, she asked the servants to bring Sajad's torn clothes... and when questioned, she replied, 'This doesn't concern you...'..."
"Whatever happened was all my fault (sad and guilty)... Ohhh (frowning)... I shouldn't be remembering this now... today is a happy day... (happy and smiling)"
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Quiet Room
Dalia sits on an old chair, her eyes pale from deep thought.
Riman stands at the door, weary, her hands playing with the wet hem of her dress, trying to stand, a gentle smile fixed on her lips but her eyes like two lifeless pieces of glass, comically resigned to her fate in the palace corridors.
(Riman enters, shivering)
Suddenly, the door opens!
Riman enters, shivering, her heavy dress dripping water onto the Persian carpet, her blonde hair clinging to her pale cheeks.
(Weakly, like a tiny insect):
"Is anyone there... anyone... please, answer me..."
Dalia stands immediately, surprised, the teacup nearly slipping from her hand:
"What's wrong... Riman..."
Riman looks at her trembling hands, her voice rising slightly in a theatrical manner:
(Coughing and sneezing) "Nothing... I just fell into the water and can't move in this heavy dress..." Calmly and composed.
(To herself, her eyes narrowing maliciously):
"I can't show my hatred for Sajad (trying to compose herself)... I'll continue my act as the innocent girl... Woe to you, Sajad (with intense anger)!"
(Dalia, tenderly, as if unaware)
Dalia covers her mouth with her hands, her eyes shining with maternal concern:
"I saw you both together... Are you both alright..."
She suppresses a laugh, her shoulders trembling from holding back laughter.
(To herself, a spark of an idea in her eyes):
"I saw them go together... I want to hear some good news after a while!" She laughs softly.
Riman pulls at her dress with coolness, her smile never fading but her voice becoming sharp as a knife:
"You know what you're thinking (annoyed, but the smile doesn't leave her face, trying to hide her feelings)... but that's wrong! (Smiling sarcastically inside, "Anyone would marry a lunatic who almost killed his wife on the first day... a white marriage, indeed...") We agreed that our marriage would be a white one!" (Holding her hands happily)
(Shock and denial)
Dalia freezes in place, turning into a funny ice statue:
"Wait... that fool took you to his room for this nonsense?!"
Very upset and shocked.
(To herself) "At least he could have helped you dry your dress..." Angry at him.
Riman nods sadly to herself, "I don't want to marry a savage like him; after three years, I'll divorce him and find a suitable husband for myself..." (She points to indicate her victory, smiling) Dalia touches her forehead:
"Forget about him... he's not fit for romance or anything else...!"
Then she points to the adjacent room:
"Riman Fox is sleeping in the bridal suite... go rest with him!"
Calmly and with a gentle smile, trying to hide her frustration.
Riman points to her wet dress:
"Alright, Dalia... I'm very tired too... but can you help me take off this dress?" Tense and gentle.
Dalia almost faints from Riman's gentleness, extending her hand to help:
"Sure... I was very tired (sighs)... but I can't imagine refusing your kindness and grace..." (Playing with her hair and cheeks)
Riman to herself:
"Dalia considers me a doll... what more can I ask for..." Sighs, tired.
Cactus Scene
Derek leans against a pillar in the shade, slowly placing a piece of candy in his mouth (to himself):
"Bored... Instead of eating my candies now, I have to carry out the tasks he asked me to do... urgently (annoyed and bored)... Why can't I relax (despairing)?"
Two maids pass by, gossiping:
The first maid murmurs loudly on purpose:
"I heard that the fiancé of the new lady's sister died today because of a blow from a strange person at the party!"
Her friend covers her mouth in horror:
"Really? How could the lady's sister accept a man who flirted with women... Several women and maids spoke about him as perverted (her friend, shocked)... It seems that person disappeared after killing him! Lady Dalia didn't care about his death and didn't try to talk to Lady Riman's sister... She just sat and watched as if it were an amazing film!" While Derek continues eating his candy and licking his fingers from behind, listening.
Derek stops licking, his eyes narrowing (to himself):
"It seems he died because of Riman! The man seemed strange, so I wasn't worried... but Sajad signaled to Dalia and me from the wall to leave that person to die... so we did!" Shrugs as if it's nothing.
He looks around anxiously:
"He seemed to love women... He harassed the maids and several girls (disgusted)... Dalia didn't care after hearing the news and after Sajad's signal, she didn't lift a finger... She's right! (speaking indifferently) I need to leave now quickly before Sajad gets angry (fearful and panicked)... Starting with the Horkmouth organization...!"
He disappears into the shadow like smoke.
Suddenly... three men in elegant servant's clothes enter, their smiles frozen, their footsteps silent on the ground.
They stand like statues at the door.
Riman notices them first, her finger pointing innocently:
"To Dalia: Where are the servants? I haven't seen anyone since the party... except these who entered quickly...!"
Dalia turns to them, whispering in their ears, her shadow trembling slightly:
"I heard they were tired and I let them rest..." Calmly and with a forced laugh.
(To herself, squeezing Riman's hand warningly):
"Frankly, I dismissed them for your sake... I wish I hadn't!" Annoyed.
"As for these, they are always Nizar's silent guards..." Explaining.
Riman to herself:
"Dalia... why complicate things..." Smiling nervously.
Dalia grabs Riman's hand:
"Let's drop it... Riman, you need to rest! I'll leave this floor..."
Suddenly... violent tremors shake the ground!
Chandeliers fall! A ceramic statue shatters!
Dalia clings to the table: (To herself) "Is this Derek and Sajad's power..." Shocked.
"Impossible! Those fools! It seems they are fighting!" Annoyed and angry.
Riman looks at her, her eyes gleaming with dangerous curiosity:
"Who?" Surprised.
Dalia runs towards the door:
"Stay here, Riman! I'll be back soon!" Loudly, nervous.
"It seems those fools have gone mad..." Very annoyed.
Riman picks up the sleepy Fox from the couch, her voice firm:
"No! I have to go..." She follows her, running behind her.
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The Fog Clears
The fog begins to dissipate, and Sajad emerges from it.
"Now it will be a quick victory..." He smiles maliciously.
Derek pounces like a wounded eagle, sharp air arrows shooting:
"Stay away from her, you scoundrel!" Angry and shouting.
Sajad dodges them, rolling away, (to himself, his eyes glowing with deliberate malice):
"Sometimes I feel like I want to take his wife... or be the third wheel in their relationship! What foolishness?!" Annoyed and sarcastic.
He stands quickly, his black fog wrapping around his arms like devilish wings:
"Let's provoke him more..." He laughs cunningly.
Aloud, he taunts with pride, his iron cane gleaming in the air:
"Derek... you should be happy about our marriage! I promise to bring you a wonderful souvenir after our trip!" He laughs and mocks.
Derek's face turns red like embers, attacking with dozens of air arrows that whistle through the air:
"I won't let you live long enough to dream of it!" Loudly and shouting.
Sajad deflects the arrows with rapid parries from his gun, his laughter shaking the place:
"She's my wife, and I'm the winner! Why are you angry?" He tilts his head with a malicious smile, as if saying, "You've fallen into my trap."
(To himself, gripping his gun):
"Explode! Enrage! To kill you quickly and be rid of you!" Very happy.
Dalia and Riman arrive hurriedly, Fox asleep in Riman's arms like a stuffed doll.
They see a huge fog in the place! Broken pillars, cracks in the ground, and rising dust!
Sajad and Derek clash like hurricanes!
- Sajad: Moving like an angry shadow, his black fog devouring Derek's strikes, surrounded by several terrifying days, he vanishes into the fog quickly... Despite their number, they can't scratch him.
- Derek: Air arrows surround him like a fiery roller coaster, his eyes blazing.
A vicious smile appears on his lips!
But Sajad doesn't stop! He continues with his gun!
Dalia screams in fear, raising her hands to stop:
"Stop it, both of you! What's wrong with you?!"
Derek notices Riman... and pauses for a second!
Riman stops suddenly, covering her wet mouth:
"Impossible! Why are they fighting?!" Surprised.
Riman (to herself, her eyes watching his movements intelligently):
"Wait... are they fighting for me?!" Surprised.
"I knew Derek was crazy (surprised)... and I knew he wanted to get close to me! He previously sent me expensive gifts as a lover, not a friend (nervous, her cheeks red)... but not to this extent!"
Sajad jumps atop a broken pillar, looking at Riman with a mocking, deadly gaze, smiling as if exposing a secret.
"From your looks, Sajad, I understand you think I'll exploit Derek (bored and annoyed)... so you want to kill him so I don't become an ally against you (sarcastically)... but I swear I didn't plan anything this time! I only kept my contact with Derek as a friend in case I needed help!" (With utmost seriousness)
They fight more violently, the strikes causing shockwaves that shatter distant windows!
Sajad raises his sword to the sky, his fog condensing into a black storm many times stronger:
"Let's finish this fight with our full power! This way, we're just playing! This isn't a real fight!"
Derek charges his fist with a bright white light like the sun:
"I'll do anything to get rid of you!"
Sajad mocks and smiles maliciously:
"You're dreaming!" Sarcastically.
Standing in challenge, the new battle will be fiercer.
Suddenly, a huge explosion shakes the ground from their power, and their energy begins to approach each other! Cracks spread under Riman's feet!
Dalia to herself:
"If they continue like this, one of them will die! Good that the place is far from people... but they might hurt themselves!" Worried, she draws her sword.
Dalia, who was about to intervene, is stopped by Riman's scream:
Riman jumps between them fearlessly, beginning to cry—tears streaming down her face, but the corners of her lips rise slightly with cunning:
"Don't fight for me! I know you're defending me, Derek! It's all a misunderstanding!" They release their attacks in shock.
She turns to Derek, her voice trembling impressively:
"Sajad helped me and carried me from the fountain because I was injured!... I know you saw me... sorry..." On the verge of tears.
Derek lowers his arm suddenly, his voice becoming soft like cotton:
"Don't cry... Riman (wiping her tears)... I never meant that..." Nervous and trying to calm her as she trembles.
"But wasn't he the one who dropped you?" Surprised.
Riman shakes her head, her white hair flying in the wind:
"No! Yes, he's ill-tempered, but he helped me because I was tired!" Deeply sad, whispering: "Of course, you saw us at the fountain since Dalia entered..."
She touches her chest, (to herself):
"Just believe me... please! (Almost crying) I know I'm acting like a Friday market (sarcastically and nervous)... but believe me, Derek, I really don't want you to die... because if you die, you'll make me a failed leader... and that won't benefit me at all with politicians (annoyed)...!"
Sajad, annoyed to himself:
"By God! (Annoyed) Who will believe this nonsense?!" Annoyed and angry at her intervention in the fight.
Derek steps back, his anger melting like snow under the sun:
"Sorry, Riman, for worrying you... (feeling immense guilt) I won't do it again... but our fight today wasn't about this (embarrassed)!"
Sajad, shocked.
Riman takes a step towards him, her hand touching his arm gently:
"But Derek! You're both my friends! If you get hurt, I won't be happy!" Derek almost collapses from an explosion of anger, and Riman smiles tenderly and kindly.
Derek protects Riman with his arm, turning into a human shield:
"Alright... we won't fight! Riman doesn't want it! I can't let her cry again..." With utmost care and concern for her.
Riman (to herself, smiling like a fox who won the prize):
"Yes! I succeeded! Derek... I feel some guilt (smiling)... but you really need to be my obedient husband after killing Sajad!" Overjoyed.
To herself:
"Why do I feel something bad will happen..." Nervous, worried, and feeling a sense of disappointment.
Sajad appears behind her like a ghost, pointing his sword at them, his voice like a thunderous explosion, black fog lifting debris around him:
"This is unbearable! You've crossed the red line, and I won't allow you to continue this madness! Either I continue the fight or I kill both of you..." Very angry.
Sajad advances towards Riman behind her.
Riman (to herself, her eyebrows raising in surprise):
"What's wrong with him? This... isn't this beneficial to him?" (Bored)
Derek pushes Riman behind him protectively, assuming a fighting stance:
"I won't fight you... but if you continue like this, you'll hurt yourself... and I won't allow that!"
Riman (to herself, leaning on a broken pillar, annoyed):
"Who asked for your feelings or your call, you fool? Why are your heads harder than stone..." Very annoyed and hopeless.
Sajad points at him with his sword, blood boiling in his veins:
"Finally, you're serious! Let's see the level of the organization..."
Derek charges his fist with blinding white light:
"I'll show you what the Carlos organization means...!" Blindly confident.
Furok suddenly appears on the rubble of a statue, clapping slowly, his smile not reaching his orange eyes, which gleam maliciously:
"Wait! Since you have all this free time and nothing to do... why don't you go on a beautiful trip with Shahin?"
He snaps his fingers—
They find themselves in a different place.
The sky turns to a clear white among the clouds!
The ground becomes a mirror like a broken glass painting, reflecting their faces like water!
The dust turns into flying diamonds!
They are now in an endless, magical glass world...
Furok flies in the sky, his voice echoing in the void:
"Hey... instead of fighting two people, why don't you fight each other (childishly)... isn't that fun... I want to enjoy it with you..." A very malicious smile spreads across his entire face.
End of the chapter 😢
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