Chapter two-wertyu bloodshed

they were walking for a while.his soul was more relaxed and felt like it was adapting to this world. He walked with them without any thoughts on his mind.

"By the way guys, wertyu has a yothirkel tree"-stahl

"Does that mean I can try that fruit" -Leroy

"I'm not sure if it has any, but if it does, you can have it.

Last time I visited that tree was filled with fruits"-stahl

Out of curiosity, he asked "Is that a special kind of tree"

"The thing that is special about the tree is its fruit. They are known as the fruit of life" -helix

"the fruit of life"

"yeah, it may be an odd name but that thing will cleanse your body and soul by removing every impurity. That way you can even awaken your hidden potential"-helix

They had a long conversation and he was interested in it. after a while, they almost reached wertyu. Even though it was far away, they still could see the gate into the town. They noticed a massive tree—the enormous yorthirkel tree—near the gate. But they sensed a strangeness. It became off the more they came closer. When they got closer to the tree, they witnessed something so horrifying that it took their breath away. The Yorthikel Tree, instead of bearing fruit of the life, was burdened with the corpse of the dead. Hundreds of dead men's corpses were hanging from every branch of the tree.

"spanithians" -stahl

His body began to shudder, and his mind was filled with terror at what he was seeing. The true human nature was too overwhelming for him to grasp. All people have it, but it's usually buried, but these men were residing in it. He looked into stahl eyes and terrifyingly uttered "How is it possible for someone to be able to do this, or even consider attempting it?"

Stahl didn't say anything.

"It looks like an art"-fion

Fion was the last guild member. it was the first time he had heard his cold voice. His presence was inadequate. His eyes were dreadful. felt as though he had been through a lot.

"Seriously, fion"-quillon

"We need to hurry, otherwise that bastards will kill others too"-cali

"hmm, but going through the entrance gate is a bad idea"- stahl

"Then we should enter the town through the west side. That's our sole option"-helix

They entered the town through the western side. The intense smell of blood was so putrid.

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"You guys go ahead"-helix

"What about you"- cali

"I don't know, something is off. I need to check something " -helix

"come on, let's go we don't have time to waste and Helix don't do anything stupid if you see something report it to me first before taking any actions" -stahl

Helix agreed and ran towards the north part of the town. Others went to the central town area. when they reached there he saw the true human nature. The Spanithians hanged all the men in the town from the yorthikel tree and they were torturing the women in front of their children. The whole central area was covered in blood. He could see right through the mask that concealed their faces. He was aware that they were enjoying the actions they were doing.

"We are severely outnumbered, we need a plan for attacking"-Leroy

"We don't have time for planning," said Raivan

"What do you mean? We can't just attack restlessly"-Leroy

"I have an attack plan"-Stahl.

"What is it"-Leroy

"ATTACK"

Without wasting a second they rushed towards the spanithians. he and leroy stand there watching. watching the battle made his eyes amused, his mind frightened, and his brain froze. He was unable to identify between virtue and evil. They didn't seem like the same people he had met earlier; instead, they were fighting as though they enjoyed killing. However, Leroy appeared to be watching it often. Leroy looked into his eye and said.

"you don't have to worry, when it comes to battle they are not the type to hold back and show mercy. It's their nature"

He couldn't say anything. his mind was fully immersed in witnessing blood. Every guild member has their own distinct fighting style sword, spear, arrow and even bare hands. but they have one thing in common their thirst for blood. Each one of them was smiling but the enemies looked concerned.

"It's like they switched roles"

The town was getting more bloodier. It was like a never-ending battle. Lots of things come up in his mind.

{This isn't right. The enemies are too much. They just keep coming. They must come up with a plan. Otherwise, we could lose}

All of a sudden. His entire body froze, something shook his head, and his instincts were overwhelming. He felt that something wasn't right. He looked all around the battle. His eyes instinctively fell on Zeraph, who appeared to be too consumed with her battle to be aware of anything around her. She appeared to be just focused on destroying what was in front of her, and she was beaming with pleasure. His instinct was true, a foe was running towards her with a sword, intending to strike her from behind. despite his urge to alert her. words didn't come out of his mouth. His body was disrupted, his mind became blank, and his thoughts were cloudy. His soul fell into an abyss.

"Maybe we should do something. I have an idea, but I need your help -Leroy

he wasn't there. Leroy looked into the battlefield he was running towards Zeraph and he was so fast Leroy's eyes couldn't keep up with his speed. He shielded her by standing behind Zeraph. The enemy continued to rush and burst into a smile.

{Has he lost his mind? Do not tell me that he thinks he can stop me without a weapon}

the spanithian barged towards him with a sword. He did nothing more than stand there. When the foe approached and attempted to pierce his heart with his sword, he opened his eyes it was red and a dreadful aura began to ooze out. Then with his bare hands, he grabbed the enemy's sword and started screaming in rage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

He screamed out pouring all of his rage into the sound until his throat burned and his lungs blazed from the effort, even though his voice was strained and broken. The whole battlefield had fallen silent Everyone put a halt to their fight and looked in the direction of the scream. In the midst of the battleground, a young man with silver hair blocked an enemy blade with his bare hands. The sword-wielding enemy was frightened. He was frozen. The scream that even stopped the battle. He stood there unconscious, then raised his head, looked into the enemy's eyes and smiled. that smile was more fierce even the guild members were shocked. On that day his nature was shown. His true nature.

To be continued.......