Chapter 438 - 438

He knew that Theseus was going to feel very disappointed the moment he realized Allias had sent him back. The king, being one of the few elves able to do this if he put enough magic in it, had sent his lover to Mark, hoping they would find him and take care of his wounds. He had decided to do this alone, to not put him in any further danger. This was the last time he reminded himself as he watched the angry figures of the soldiers approaching. 

"This is the last time I am leaving you behind." he whispered. 

He didn't count the man, he didn't really find it necessary as he heard the roaring footsteps approaching. He was bare of his weapons and the only thing he had to keep himself from fretting in fear was the fact that he knew he was stronger. Stronger though for how long and by how many men? Ten, twenty? That was a good question. 

They held spears and bows and swords, polished and ready to attack him while he, well he had an actual handicap. Running wouldn't do him any good. The raging river was closing his path and slowly he was being surrounded by them. All these men were ready to kill him and Allias wonder did they know who he was or had he been so deluded that he believed his figure as a king was untouchable? Well, it was too late to think about that stuff now, the present and the next few minutes in the future were going to decide everything. 

As they reached him the few ones who held swords dashed forward, aggressive and ready for a blood bath. Even with the way he was he still managed to push most of them off. Their movements were simple, not nearly as complicated to what he was used to from Theseus or his training when he was younger. He dodged a few slashes, he even managed to acquire a sword from one of the soldiers that were on the ground and took out a few more with it. The thing was, he was starting to get tired and the men, they seemed to have no end. Someone had put a lot of money into this. Allias thought and grinned. 

He could simply make all of them explode and get over with it but it would cause a huge explosion, the forest would get on fire and he didn't know how his enemies would use the fact that the king killed so many people. At least now, their corpses showed clearly that they were soldiers and there was no actual sign of who killed them. If he did it the other way though it would scream Allias from miles away.

He wished his mind wasn't really that complicated as he fought, his breathing wild as his chest was rising up and down. A few arros came towards him, hidden from the trees and one scraped his arm. He hissed, seeing how his wound wasn't healing it was enough. He didn't have to deal with enough already, everything was poisoned. 

The king didn't know for how long he was fighting. How many spears and arrows were hitting his body as he fought with the sword wielders.  He got hit in the nose by one, the blood reaching his mouth as he tried to breath heavily and he tasted the metallic liquid, he frowned and kicked him in the stomach pushing him back so far away that he landed on a three trunk. 

Just a few more scars, he had told himself but it seemed that his body had now acquired many new patterns. He was bathed in his own blood and the stench of the fight was everywhere. As the time went by he couldn't move fast any longer. The people had lessened, he had taken out many of them and the king couldn't help but feel a bit proud. He had to think of what he was going to do with the rest though, there was no time for relaxing while bodies were clashing and his muscles were getting more and more tense. 

He looked down at his missing hand. After all, it had been really a bad decision, he realized. His magic, it was light, that was a very easy way to interpret it. He could do many things with it and now the thing he had been thinking about for a while was to create. If he tried hard enough, if he put all of his energy in this maybe he could succeed. He took a deep breath, taking a few steps back, trying to find some space from all of these bloodied men that were after him. He ran away, his eyes wide as he felt his leg burn from exhaustion. They followed him, throwing spears and arrows to slow him down. One landed so close to his leg for a second he believed he had gotten hit. 

The relief he felt as he kept walking, was enough to boost him just a bit. He closed his eyes, trusting himself and put all of his magic into his arm, manifesting it, thinking of what he wanted to see and soon he felt it. He felt as if he had another arm again. He opened his green eyes and looked down, seeing a hand made of pure light, burning like hot fire and that was when he stopped running. 

The soldiers were shocked by the sight but the king didn't care anymore. He had done it. Drowned by the exhaustion, aching from his poisonous wounds he had finally done it and now, he could fight like he used to. He pushed himself into their troops, a flawless fighter with a hand that acted like a lethal weapon. Whoever he touched even for a slight second would smell the disgusting stench of their rotting flesh, they would scream and try to retrieve seeing that the man in front of them had no reason to keep them alive. 

He still kept getting injured, he still heard the slashing of his flesh, punches and kicks coming his way. He dodged so many times to the point that he got dizzy but he didn't stop. He didn't want to stop now because he knew that if he did he would have to fight again. Once he stopped he wanted it to be for a long long time, even forever if it was possible. 

Only two men had remained byt the time the sun fell and the sky began turning purple. One of them escaped, Allias too tired to go after him but he grabbed the other by the neck, restraining him and staring at him in the eyes, seeing his fear make him shrivel and beg to live. You couldn't see his tanned skin any longer. Just the anguish and the anger in his eyes, just the blood that painted him like a piece of war art. 

"Who sent you?" he asked him and watched the man cry. "Who was it?" he asked again, his tone harsher and louder.

"Count Krono." the man said. "Please, please don't kill me." he cried. 

"Thanks." Allias said and with a swift move he threw him into the river. "If you lived then it was meant to be" he mumbled as he stumbled towards a big three. He fell down, the back of his head touching the rough trunk and he sighed, his eyes hazily seeing the sky. So much blood, so much killing and hate just for the needs of one person. A person he didn't even know, he thought and a bitter smile appeared on his exhausted face. "Maybe this time, the scars were a bit too many." he whispered as he felt his body getting weaker.. His eyelids turned heavy and soon he had lost consciousness.