~Several days ago.

~The Walking Day.

Something happened on the Walking Day that nobody knew about except for the two involved, Armad and Nostalgia.

Armad walked carrying Nostalgia on his back. She touched him lightly on the neck. He ignored her. She pulled his hair, but he went on waving to the people, ignoring her again. But when he felt her nails dig into his back, he couldn't ignore her anymore.

He turned and glared at her.

"My heart is going to explode if you went on merrily like this," Nostalgia said when he turned to her.

Armad feigned anger. "Is that why you were trying to impale me with your nails, just so I would stop having fun with our well-wishers? Anyway, I will..."

He stopped short when he saw the tears in her eyes. "Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing."

Huh? Armad waited patiently, but she didn't speak again.

He walked on, feeling deflated and thinking about what she meant by her words.

"ArmaZah or ArmaNos? Pick your choice," Nostalgia whispered.

"ArmaNos," was his reply. It sounded cool.

She smiled and said, "Both have their meanings. ArmaNos means you shall remarry when I die."

"What if I choose ArmaZah?"

She laughed and said, "You've already chosen ArmaNos."

"Do you think I am letting death take you away from me? We live together and we die together," Armad vowed.

Nostalgia felt over the moon. She loved the young man deeply and she didn't even know when it happened. All she thought of was Armad. He was all she cared for and his happiness was all her concern.

She wasn't planning on dying. But in the event she did, would Armad be lonely for the rest of his love life? Probably, yes. So she asked him to marry again in the event she died. That was how she came up with 'ArmaNos'.

Stolen story; please report.

The epitome of love.

~Bayajidda Route

~the Battlefield

Armad surveyed the unfolding battle and took a decision. He leaped into the carriage to see his wife. Yes, they'd taken back the carriage but they were still surrounded.

The inside of the carriage was bare except for the makeshift bed on which Nostalgia lied. The two of them had become unconscious at the same time, but Armad woke up first.

He looked at her, full of love and concern. She was pale and battered from the beatings while in captivity. Her left hand was clenched into a fist and she held a piece of paper there. Armad and quickly retrieved it.

It was Nostalgia's handwriting. But it was written in blood. It said, 'ArmaNos'.

Armad cried when he saw it. Even in such a state Nostalgia was in, she thought only of him. She was worried he would be lonely when she was no more. So she left him a coded message with her blood.

Most of the time, a woman's love wouldn't care about your happiness when it came to you taking a second wife. But Nostalgia and Armad's love exceeded those boundaries.

Armad roared. Tears streamed down his face. The sky turned red at that. He roared again. And the horses panicked and ran away. The carriage and the makeshift bed dissolved to ashes when he roared for the third time.

He picked his wife and stood on the ashes.

The ground upon which he stood turned to lightning. The fourth time he roared, twelve lightning statues, holding a fiery hammer emerged behind him.

Armad didn't have the time to care about names. He just ignored the message and waited for his essence board to calculate the collapse rate. He didn't want to accidentally collapse his core by acting recklessly.

His body turned to lightning.

Using his ring space to keep his wife, he turned to the immediate enemy, a group of soldiers holding the enemy flag, and challenged:

"Come forward if you don't value your life."

The challenge went unaccepted. Armad made his way to the middle of the battlefield. Whatever came his way was turned to ashes by the intense heat generated from his body and the summons.

Men avoided him. He gave a frightening roar again and looked toward the Sisiyan border. He would leave the battlefield and see who would stop him.

Uznu and the Wilberforce woman materialized on the battlefield just when Armad got ready to call upon his photon jump.

The first thing Uznu did was predict what Armad was about to say and do, and they came to pass.

Without a word, Armad threw all the twelve summons at Uznu. But the old man easily dodged them by simply seeing the future.

It was certainly worth watching: A duel between a 'foreseer' and a 'lightning man'.