THE DEATH OF THE FATHER

Abail turned around, his knees shaking, but his instincts pushed him to run. He knew there was little time before they arrived.

"Tong tong tong tong tong tong... TONG!!"

The sound of the gong being struck loudly echoed throughout the village, waking those who were still asleep. It was followed by panicked shouts that shattered the stillness of the night:

"RAKSHA! THERE ARE RAKSHA! RAKSHA IS HERE!!"

Chaos erupted instantly. Villagers rushed out of their homes, some holding torches, others barely dressed. But all their faces showed the same expression of fear.

"BOOOMMM!"

Another explosion rang out, this time much closer. Wails of anguish mixed with hysterical screams filled the air.

"RUN! EVERYONE RUN! THE RAKSHA HAVE ARRIVED!!"

The sound of the terrifying creatures' footsteps now blended with the frantic cries of the villagers trying to escape.

Abail ran through the crowd, desperately trying to keep his footing. Smoke, fire, and the sound of cracking burning wood melded together. He glanced back briefly and saw it: a massive figure, pitch black, with glowing red eyes, and a hole piercing through its body, moving like a vicious shadow without mercy.

"This is no longer Gousan village..." Abail thought, his body trembling. "This has become hell."

The Raksha attacked with uncontrollable ferocity. Their claws tore through everything in their path, while their roars echoed, filling the night with unspeakable horror. Panicked villagers ran toward the forest, hoping to find refuge among the dark trees. But that hope was quickly dashed.

From all directions, the Raksha had surrounded them. The large shadows moved swiftly, closing off every escape route. There was no way out.

The cries of children began to echo, creating a heartbreaking harmony with the desperate screams of the parents trying to protect their families. In the darkness, blood spilled onto the streets, staining the once peaceful village.

Black smoke billowed from the burning houses, while flames greedily licked the thatched roofs. Buildings that had once stood strong now collapsed one by one, leaving rubble scattered everywhere.

Amidst the chaos, Abail stood, breath ragged, his body covered in dust and wounds. He could do nothing but watch the unrelenting horror unfold. His heart heavy with despair. But deep inside, a resolve began to grow.

"If this is the end... I won't go without a fight," he muttered, his eyes taking in the horrific scene.

Elsewhere, Zubrel, the high-ranking Raksha, watched on...

"Tch...!! Weak creatures who don't even deserve to live," said the Raksha as he observed the destruction of the village from the hilltop, watching his Raksha army do their work.

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"Surely, with this plan in motion, the Raksha will reclaim this dimension. We are simply taking back what they stole," the Raksha spoke, his voice cold.

"No matter what we do, the blood we spill, the slaughter we cause, all of it will be the first step in reclaiming what is rightfully ours..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha"

In the midst of his laughter, he spotted an elderly man (Abail) helping a wounded child, using a strange healing technique.

"Hooooo... What kind of potion is that? How is he applying something like that and healing the wound?" Curious to see it up close, the high-ranking Raksha leapt toward the old man.

WHOOSH

"Hey, what are you doing, old man?" the Raksha said, towering nearly three times over Abail.

"He can speak...?? He must be a high-level Raksha," Abail thought, realizing the Raksha before him was incredibly powerful.

"Hey, can you hear me, you deaf creature?" the Raksha snarled, angered by Abail's silence.

Suddenly, the Raksha snatched the child from Abail's arms. "Hey... no!" Abail responded, shocked.

"Hah, so you can speak, human," the Raksha replied after hearing Abail's voice.

The child's screams were deafening as it writhed in fear of the Raksha.

"Let go! Let go!" the child cried out.

"You’re so noisy," the Raksha said, then cruelly burned the child with its fiery flame until nothing remained but ash.

"Nooo...!!!" Abail screamed as he saw the child killed by the Raksha. But all he could do was watch it burn, then he collapsed, his knees giving way, his body already weak.

Then the Raksha approached Abail, who was still kneeling.

Tap tap The sound of footsteps amidst the chaos.

"You will die," Abail said, glaring at the creature.

"Hoo... You have some courage to say that to me, human," the Raksha replied, then strangled Abail, lifting his body off the ground.

Abail screamed in pain: ARRGHH..!! HEGGH..!!

Already choked by the Raksha, Abail whimpered in pain and grabbed the Raksha's hand with all his strength, trying to free himself.

"Hooo... Boring," the Raksha said, growing tired. Without any more words, it cut Abail's body in half with its fiery sword.

Wrrrr slashh

[..Ngiiing..] - [..silence..]

In the silence on the edge of death, Abail whispered the name of his son.

"My son, forgive me, I couldn't be there with you," Abail spoke between life and death.

"My wife, forgive me... I couldn't keep my promise to stay with Nazzares," Abail's voice broke as he remembered his late wife, in the moments leading to his death.

All the beautiful memories with his wife, Falghuni, and his son, Nazzares, flooded his mind. He remembered how happy he was when his son was born, from a nursing infant to the moment he started learning to walk.

"Nazzares, I love you so much."

[..Ngiiing..]

[..DIE..]

Meanwhile, the Raksha, feeling mocked by Abail's words, said:

"Pathetic insect!"

From the distance, the Raksha felt a strong presence approaching, which brought him some amusement.

"Oh... It seems something entertaining is coming."

Braaakkk

Nazzares landed directly in front of the Raksha and his father's lifeless body.

Before Nazzares landed with full speed, he had returned to the village and secured Kandita in a safe place after seeing the village in ruins.

Using his observation skills, he tracked his father’s location. But what he saw was a horrifying sight. With his own eyes, he saw his father's upper and lower body separated, lifeless, blood still flowing onto the earth.

"A... aa... a... Father..." Zares' voice trembled, almost choked, as he stood frozen in front of his father’s body, now split in two.

His eyes widened, wet with unshed tears. The chaos around him seemed to fade, replaced by the crushing pain tearing at his heart.

However, suddenly...

[Anger]

DUAAAAARRRRR!!

A massive burst of mystic energy exploded from Zares' body. His pupils glowed bright red, like an unquenchable fire.

"Hoooo," the Raksha smiled as it saw the mystic energy from Nazzares.

The mystic aura emanating from him was so intense that it created shockwaves that shattered everything around him. The ground beneath Zares' feet cracked, forming a pattern of fractures that spread out like a spider's web. Nearby trees swayed violently, some even fell under the pressure of the overwhelming energy.

The Rakshas around him instantly stopped, their bodies jerked backward by the immense force radiating from him.

Zares was no longer the same. He slowly lifted his face, staring at the Raksha that had killed his father. Now, he was merely a target for the uncontrollable wrath.

In a deep, cold voice, Zares whispered:

"You... You... you... I will kill you."

With tears still streaming from his eyes, he glared at the Raksha, his gaze full of a burning desire to kill.

To be continued...