“The time has come, Momo. We must go to York, and make this mystic help us regain my power.” Rancour instructed.

“Yes. I suppose it is, however, how shall we take Amirah? We are not leaving her this time.” Momo cautioned.

“Now that I have regained a miniscule portion of my strength, I can help. I can reduce the pressure upon Amirah by giving her increased resistance against the gravity and force that is put upon her whilst we run. I can also dilate time for her, so she is unaware of the speed we are travelling at.” Rancour offered.

“Do that. Let’s visit her now, before leaving.” Momo answered.

The two walked down the hall toward Amirah, who as they opened the door was already waiting, hugging on to Momo’s leg as he picked her up, sharing a quick hug as Rancour applied the effects to her.

“Who’s that, brother?” Amirah asked, pointing at the golden wraith, whose eyes widened in surprise. “He’s so bright!”

Momo stood in shock for a second.

“Uh... He’s a friend, he’s coming with us to York.” Momo stated.

“What’s a York?” Amirah asked.

“It’s a city, and a big one at that, there’s more than 20 times the people than here!” Momo ecstatically announced.

“Woahh, that’s like… Really big!” Amirah exclaimed.

“Yes, it is little sister.” Momo warmly replied, as Rancour disappeared into his soul once more.

“He disappeared!” Amirah yelped, surprised.

“He’s a spirit only we can see Amirah, he can disappear whenever he wants.” Momo laughed, enjoying his sister’s naivety.

She sat for a few seconds, dumbfounded at the fact she could see spirits, before Momo picked her up and set her at a table for breakfast, giving the innkeeper a final gold coin before returning to his room to converse with Rancour.

“Of the people we have studied so far, of particular interest to us, is the nobleman Ellanher and his son, Hjalmarr the Undefeated, he is also famed as Hjalmarr the Tall, standing at 10 feet tall according to his reports. He is superhuman, such as his relatively mysterious father, who has allowed him the limelight. He is the Commander and Earl Marshal to the army of York, which, from reports, stands at 500. However, the army is not our concern, Hjalmarr and Ellanher are, they are the ones who hold the power. Hjalmarr’s strength is legendary, he is famed for lifting two incredibly large bulls, and once that he himself threw a trebuchet, I do not know of how exaggerated these reports are, but many sources, even enemy ones confirm both of these claims. He is also stated to be able to intercept arrows and move faster than a man could react. He is a force of nature, and that is undisputable.” Rancour warned.

“Yeah, from these reports, Hjalmarr is always manned upon the gates, with his father within the royal estate, without much being known of him, so by now, the knights know of our massacre of the ten guarding Cattal, which means Hjalmarr will be our first obstacle.” Momo concurred.

“Correct, let’s find out how strong Hjalmarr truly is.” Rancour eagerly agreed.

Awaiting Amirah to hastily finish her breakfast, they set off, and in just a single minute they stood before York, for what had been 10 minutes to Amirah.

Standing before the gates of York, he set Amiah down behind a rock. He walked to 30 yards of the gate, where Hjalmarr the Undefeated awaited.

“Welcome Momo! It’s time to test what ‘The Shadow’ is made of!” He yelled down to the lone warrior. The eagerness for battle ringing in his voice, to Momo’s anticipation.

Leaping down from the seven-yard-tall walls, Hjalmarr walked to just a ten-yard distance from Momo, an ear-to-ear grin upon his face. His aura was truly powerful, an incredibly tall and muscular man with long blonde hair and hazel eyes.

“So, Momo, you think you’re ready? Let’s find out!” He bellowed, laughing deeply.

In a twentieth of a second, Hjalmarr closed the gap, catching Momo off-guard, barely evading an axe strike from the former, he drew his sword, barely countering a strike from Hjalmarr’s heavy strikes. He backed up three hundred yards, drawing his bow and energising it, firing a spectral explosion at Hjalmarr, expecting it to atomise him, however he walked through it nearly unscathed. Shock filled Momo, especially given that that blast had a far higher intensity than the last.

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“What’s wrong Momo? Are you not used to punching at your own weight? Where’s your confidence, I want to see you try!” He exclaimed, mocking The Shadow.

Hjalmarr began closing the gap, reaching a one-hundred-yard distance from Momo. Momo shot multiple spectral arrows at Hjalmarr, who easily evaded them, blocking multiple. Momo and Rancour both were astonished that he could see the spectral arrows, let alone perceive and block them, as they moved at speeds exceeding soundwaves themselves.

Momo redrew his sword, preparing to confront Hjalmarr again. As he closed to arm’s length, Momo slashed at him, locking his blade onto his axe, a crater being created beneath them from the sheer exertion of force them displayed. Momo retreated once more, being pursued by Hjalmarr, who laughed and cackled as he chased him down.

Redrawing his bow, he shot an arrow at Hjalmarr’s shoulder before he could swing his axe at him, Hjalmarr narrowly evaded the shot, slamming his axe into Momo’s midsection, nearly cutting him in half from the raw force, causing him to spurt a torrent blood on Hjalmarr’s face, which allowed him to punch him across the jaw, and land a spinning kick, sending him a few metres back, and dislodging the axe at his feet.

Momo breathed heavily, healing his wounds with the aid of Rancour. He raised his sword at the ecstatic Hjalmarr, preparing to attack him, now that he was without a weapon. Momo finished regenerating and launched himself at Hjalmarr, who slammed his fist into the right side of his body, destroying his ribcage and causing him to fall to his knees in pain.

Hjalmarr lifted Momo by his hair, looking at him with pity.

“How sad. You really gave me a decent fight, I’ll have to put you down, such as I ordered for your parents, and don’t think I don’t see that sister of yours, she’ll die too.” Hjalmarr sombrely stated

He truly is quite the threat. I pity having to kill his family, but it was for a better world. The witch and her husband had to die, I do pity have to kill the children, but this Momo has shown me that I must tie up the loose ends. Hjalmarr thought to himself, walking toward Amirah, who cowered, her smile being lost and tears falling down her face.

Momo grunted in pain, anguish and anger. He killed them, and now, he’s going to kill Amirah.

“I- I won’t let you!” Momo screamed, his infernal cries letting out a shockwave that decimated the road and slightly knocked Hjalmarr down.

Momo sped to Amirah, taking her a few miles away, and his anger boiled seeing her smile taken and her tears building up.

Momo reappeared before Hjalmarr in just under five seconds, his face contorted with rage.

“I’ll kill you for that.” Momo snarled.

Hjalmarr was open to the challenge. Raising his axe, he beckon the enraged Momo to fight him.

They once again stood 10 yards from one another, now only 500 yards from the gate. The two closed ranks, walking to only 5 yards from one another. As fast as he could react, Momo lunged toward Hjalmarr, punching him in the side, sending him sliding away a few yards. Momo continued the assault, Hjalmarr unable react to anything Momo attacked him with, he redrew his sword, slashing at Hjalmarr with immense swiftness, the latter barely keeping up with him as he intensified his actions, ear-splitting sonic booms ringing in the air from their strikes. Momo began overwhelming Hjalmarr, who swung one desperate attack with his axe, knocking it and Momo’s sword out of his hands and allowing him to grab Momo by the neck, choking him.

Momo grabbed onto Hjalmarr’s arm, ripping it off his and engaging him in a tug of war, both pushing each other at maximum intensity as Momo overpowered him, putting every ounce of power into a maximum force punch that send Hjalmarr flying into the gates of the city.

Momo immediately grabbed his sword, chasing him into the city. He put his sword to his neck, preparing to kill him as his mother was killed. The gates of the palace opened, with thunderous speed, Ellanher appeared before them.

“You were unwise to come here, Momo, you will leave this place a corpse.” Ellanher bleakly stated.

A hundred lightning bolts came together, they spurned down to Ellanher’s staff, being directed to Momo, who was shot out of the gates with incredible force, being thrown to the place in which he put Amirah as she looked over her barely living brother.

“Get up Momo. You’re not done yet.” Rancour ordered as Momo lay, upon the verge of death, unable to move his body.

“We must regain more of my soul to fight Ellanher and kill Hjalmarr for the murder of your parents.” Rancour insisted.

The rage fuelled Momo once more, allowing him to slowly and painfully get back to his feet, as Rancour began to heal the inner damage done to him.

“We’re not done yet. I’ll return for you Hjalmarr Ellansson.” Momo declared, looking back upon the city with new purpose.