Odyssey of the Blind God

"I've had enough of you…" Nial said coldly as he twisted his body, evading Mathias' punch easily.

He could use the darkness domain to forcefully end the fight with Mathias but Nial was not even thinking about doing something like that.

Nial thrust his flat hand into Mathias' abdomen the moment Mathias missed Nial's face before he released a large amount of darkness energy through his hand.

The dark energy was released at a single point and in an explosive manner, pushing Mathias several meters to the side.

Mathias' breath was taken and a piercing pain spread through his abdomen. He tried to ignore the pain and initiate a second attack but Nial had already appeared in front of Mathias.

Just like he had said, Nial had had enough of Mathias. He was not willing to hold back his emotions for his friend and he would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted!

Nial's right hand pierced out and a claw of darkness formed around his right arm as he grasped Mathias' head tightly.

With a smooth motion, Nial stomped his left foot on the ground when he sent Mathias flying through the living room. The young Original's neck hurt even before he was hurled around like a piece of paper and his back arched as he was smashed against the walls of the living room.

The impact caused the living room's wall to break, which was why Mathias ended up in the kitchen.

Mathias jumped up from the ground, as a surge of endless pain shot up his spine. He ignored it with all his might but that was easier said than done.

A wand manifested in Mathias' hand and he began to utilize his three elemental affinities, earth, water, and fire so as to fight Nial.

However, Nial didn't even make the effort to access his spatial ring to retrieve a weapon as well.

Hundreds of needles of darkness shot out of his darkness domain and their target was the kitchen, or Mathias, to be precise.

They shot toward Mathias with high velocity and would have impacted on the young Original if he hadn't been fast enough to create a wall of water, that was covered by a wall of earth, which was also covered by a thick wall of fire.

The three-layered wall of defense was strong enough to block the needles of darkness, but it drained Mathias of lots of mana.

Thus, by expanding his darkness domain to the kitchen, Nial was able to force Mathias to create more walls of defense, which further drained him of his mana.

Needles of darkness shot out from the ceiling, the ground, and all the walls, putting Mathias under lots of pressure. It was near-impossible for him to do anything against Nial's attacks, and Mathias was forced to accept the attack from some of the darkness needles that dug deep into his flesh.

Mathias couldn't block them properly and Nial didn't show any mercy as he attacked.

It was obvious that Mathias had provoked a sleeping Dragon, someone he should have never offended, to begin with. Nial's whole body was engulfed in darkness and his hands had turned into huge claws of darkness.

He shot through the three-layered walls with ease and burst the kitchen apart as he grabbed the leather chestplate that had emerged around Mathias' body.

Nial held tightly onto it as he used all his energy to smash Mathias to the ground.

The floor cracked and a resounding thud echoed through the entire house when Mathias landed painfully on the ground. However, Nial didn't show any hesitation even when he heard cracking noises originating from Mathias' body.

He was unable to hold himself back anymore as he had had enough of Mathias' ridiculous behavior. If it was necessary to beat Mathias to a pulp to make him understand that his personality and attitude had to change, Nial was more than willing to do that.

At this moment, he didn't even care whether this would destroy his friendship with Mathias because he didn't want to allow anyone to tell him that he was at fault, certainly not the person who knew better than to blame him for something that was not his fault!

Nial had already been at the edge and Mathias did the worst a good friend could have done at this moment when Nial had received a fresh scar even before the bigger, older scar had begun to heal.

After Nial had smashed Mathias on the ground he used every ounce of strength to throw him upward. Mathias crashed into the ceiling of the kitchen before the gravitational force pulled him down again. Mathias landed hard on the ground and was ready for Nial to beat him into a pulp.

What followed suit were several minutes in which the kitchen and sometimes the whole house trembled wildly. Afterward, an eerie silence shrouded the house, while the darkness that had covered the entire first floor was retracted.

"You take care of Miranda's funeral," Nial said, turning his head away from his friend while totally ignoring the state Mathias was currently in.

His friend was barely hanging onto his consciousness and was bleeding. Several bones in his body were broken and he didn't have an ounce of energy left to even move.

Angry blisters and wounds covered his face and his blood merged with the tears that trickled down the corners of his eyes.

He didn't even have the strength to cry out loud. Thus, Mathias ended up crying silently, feeling unable to hold back the torment of emotions that erupted from within him.

Meanwhile, Nial left the house with a heavy heart. He was using his dark energy to cover Miranda's body to prevent Mathias from being forced to look at her headless corpse and ease his pain.

Simultaneously, he wanted to give his master a last farewell. He hoped that his dark energy could offer her soul some peace, which was a stupid thought.

Darkness shrouded his heart and Nial slowly realized that he had nobody left by his side. Almost everyone he held dear had left him.

It felt weird and his heart felt hollow and empty. Nial could only disappear from the shelter as he reappeared at the place where the three heads had been placed.

A sign written in an unknown language was placed there. The Elves had translated it for all humans to understand.

[Remove the heads and you will die!]

The meaning of the message was obvious. However, Nial didn't care about that. He stored the head of all three victims before he disappeared from that spot once again. He brought the heads back to the headless bodies they belonged to before he returned to the area between the Forest of Life and the new human shelter.

Even if he didn't want to, darkness swirled around him while enormous amounts of mana flooded him. Strands of darkness seemed to have merged with Nial's fair skin, which made it seem as if his skin color was changing.

He sat down on the ground and seemed to prepare for something while waiting calmly. However, it was only his appearance that looked calm. His entire existence was simmering in rage.

And just like he had expected, it didn't take long before some Elves appeared in his surrounding area.

"Write a translated message for me," Nial said when the Royal Princess approached him. She had heard that Nial had taken the bait and fallen to the provocation of the Heligav and hurried over.

She wanted to scold him and give him a warning, but upon seeing Nial, Princess Evalyne felt incapable of saying anything.

'Is that really Nial?' Evalyne wondered, not sure what the hell was going on.

The surrounding mana still loved Nial but it also feared him. This combination was something that had never occurred before and it made the Royal Princess feel more vigilant of Nial.

"What…do you want to be translated?" She asked after she had gotten control over her emotions.

"Write a message in the language of the Heligav," Nial first said before he added what exactly he wanted to have written on the sign,

"If you're too scared to attack openly, prepare yourself to get a taste of your own medicine. When the darkness comes it will be too late for you to escape my wrath.

Face me openly and I will show you how much of a mistake it has been to offend me. I will be your death and the cause of your nightmares… that, I swear in the name of your king, Yalvan!"

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