"Don't run, fight, you coward!"
The Second Elder obliterated the area with the clan stands with a single punch, but his opponent managed to save himself like a snake slithering in the sand. For the last half hour, the battle revolved around this axis; the Second chased, the Third ran.
"You animal! You flourished getting the best care as the Sheikh's student. Do you have the nerve to talk smack to me after all those privileges?"
The skinny man cracked his whip in the air. His weapon had also grown to ten times its actual size; it was opening deep gashes with every strike it landed.
"Ungrateful dog! Didn't you grow under the roof of the sect like everyone else? What do I have that you don't?"
The Second Elder's strikes were almost the same size as his fists when they left them, but as they advanced, they reached massive proportions in volume. When they reached their targets, they possessed a tremendous destructive power and area of effect.
"What do you have? Resources, attention, and most importantly, security! While you were living the high life on the sect's lands, how would you know what we Clan disciples went through?"
The Third Elder, who had been running until that moment, this time shattered the incoming attack with his whip; his aura had grown another fold.
"Do you know what happened when your incompetent master bowed down a hundred years ago? When the Holy Blood Sect lost its power, do you think the other sects just sat on their asses and waited?"
The whips cracked over the Second Elder; it was the majestic man's turn to run. The inside of the Blood Dome had turned into the battlefield of two monsters; the safe zones were Nafız's Blood Dome and the high platform where the Sheikh sat.
"Sir, what are you planning to do?"
Jashua, putting his arm around Lareina's waist, was giving the young girl a morale boost. On the one hand, he was watching the course of the ongoing battle and wanted to know what they would do the next moment.
"Isn't it obvious? We will wait here until things quiet down. You don't need to be afraid; as long as I don't die, the Blood Dome won't dissipate!"
When Nafız finished her words and turned her face to the battlefield, she found the pleasant woman three fingers away. There were questioning looks in the eyes of the woman who was sniffing Nafız by twitching her small and shapely nose.
"You don't smell like a human!"
"Neither do you!"
When the woman in red got her answer, a smile appeared on her sour face; after turning her gaze to Alis, she turned back to Nafız.
"I know what you did! You earned my respect, wild beast!"
Nafız accepted the words by slightly bowing her head; she was aware of what the woman was talking about. Freeing Alis to be an individual was met with admiration by the woman who was someone else's power animal.
Every inch of the battlefield hosted different stories. The theme of the gray-bearded man looking at his partner's battered corpse was pain. The Bloody Mountain Clan Leader was standing opposite him despite the cut going right across his body, but the bitter expression unique to losers was not on his face.
"You can do it now!"
The Bloody Valley Clan Leader wrapped his right arm around the woman's body and pressed her to his chest. Where his left arm used to be, the wind was blowing; below his shoulder was completely empty.
"You won't wait long. I will be by your side when apologizing to our ancestors!"
The giant battle mace came down on the duo hugging each other; now the two bodies were in pieces too. In the area where hundreds of people fought, the number of surviving humans was less than the fingers of two hands; the civil war attempt had effectively failed.
Despite this, the battle of the Second and Third Elders didn't stop; actually, it wasn't them fighting. The two fronts of the past hundred years of the Holy Blood Sect were fighting their final duel through them.
"Where was your master, whom you praise to the skies, when the Holy Fire disciples came to our clan and went on a rampage. Do you want loyalty? My father and mother were murdered for not turning their backs on the sect, and by their own clan members at that."
The whip was coming down crazily; while lifting with the same speed, it was taking the ground along with it. The Third had paralyzed the Second Elder with both his words and his attacks. In the place of the man who made the Blood Dome a living hell for his opponent with his striking power and relentless attacks at the beginning of the battle, the wind was blowing.
"My master sacrificed his most precious possession for the sect, his Soul Companion. He turned a blind eye to his blood brother being buried in the dungeons, he couldn't prevent the murder of Mora, whom he loved like his daughter!"
The Second shouted tearing his vocal cords and released his blood energy with both his fists at once. The attack blocked all of the skinny man's escape routes, but he had no such intention.
"What you call sacrifice comes from sacrificing. I have nothing left to sacrifice for anyone else!"
The whips danced; the snakes made of blood energy met the two giant fists halfway and wrapped around them, and then brought them down to the ground along with themselves. The massive crater opened was right next to Nafız's dome; it was impossible for those inside not to panic.
"Calm down, we are safe here!"
When Nafız turned her gaze to the floor, the others saw that the dome also covered under their feet.
"Jashua, listen well to what is said! See what consequences it might bring when you make a decision one day!"
Nafız saw that the conversations of the duo, who got all emotional, were a godsend for Jashua, whose heart had turned to stone. For the Young Count, who only showed the little boy inside him to Lareina, to normalize, he needed to witness the pain of others.
"As you command!"
Eyes turned to the numbers two and three of the Holy Blood Sect; the man holding a massive battle hammer in his hand had also fled to a corner and was watching what happened.
"The genius the Sheikh took under his wing! Look at your state? The skinny boy coming from one of the clans you humiliated at every opportunity, you failed to protect, look what state he put you in!"
The Third Elder's words were not empty; he was practically blowing and roaring against his opponent whose fire of battle died down. The Second Elder was taking another step back every moment, barely dodging the attacks of the forked-tongue man by a hairsbreadth.
"After I finish you off, I will take the Sheikh's head first. Then, crushing the bugs hiding inside the dome under my foot, and throwing your carcasses before the Queen of Hell Eyshan, I will become the owner of my own sect!"
The Third's ambitions were at least as big as the attack he would execute a little later. Two whips intertwined; when they took the shape of a long rope, there were six large knots on them.
"Bloody Deluge!"
The Third Elder shouted more viciously than expected from him; the echo of his majestic voice circled exactly six times inside the Blood Dome. With every circle, a knot was untied, and six endlessly spinning tornadoes started wreaking havoc around.
Everyone got their share of the attack; the Second Elder, Nafız's Blood Dome, the Bloody Mountain Clan Leader, and even Sheikh Atractivo disappeared from their places. The tornadoes sucked in everything they passed by, tore them to pieces, and threw them out.
"Drop dead!"
While the skinny man was letting out shrill laughs, the Second Elder was tumbling upside down inside the air current he was caught in. While the blood energy covering his body was slowly eroding, he had closed his eyes and was trembling in a fetal position.
The majestic man, who struck fear with his tough stance and fierce temperament, was no different from a little boy. A lonely boy who didn't want anyone to reach him.
"Open your eyes!"
Inside the spinning tornado as if it wanted to destroy itself, an aged voice rang out. Only the Second Elder heard the feeble tone.
"Master, is that you?"
The Second Elder, turning into a timid boy, spoke without opening his eyes; his hands and feet were stiff as a board.
"It's me, your incompetent master speaking!"
When the answer came, the majestic man's eyes opened; he was looking around as if searching for someone.
"Why do you say that master, you are much stronger than they say, much more merciful, much more…"
The Second Elder couldn't continue speaking; the rain pouring from his eyes was putting a seal on his mouth.
"Stupid boy, why don't you leave me to myself? Why are you trying to shoulder the burden of the past, to look like someone you are not?
I take responsibility for what I did, I take responsibility for what was done to me, I take responsibility for the sect of which I am the Sheikh.
Now pull yourself together and take responsibility for the position you are in. I didn't raise you to be fooled by the words of someone whose eyes are blinded by ambition and die!"