Chapter 193 - Remorseful Faramis

"Roaaarr!" 

Saint Commander Omri shouted with an enraged look on his face. He coldly gazed at Saint Commander Faramis as if he couldn't wait to slash him into pieces. 

His body was starting to feel numb from the continuous attacks of the three Saint-Class level experts. He might be wearing his bionic armor, but it could not lessen the shock his internal organs would receive from the three experts' powerful attacks. 

"Omri, stop your struggles! You are serving the wrong lord and he does not deserve your loyalty and service! Surrender and I can plead the Alliance Head to spare your life!" Saint Commander Faramis shouted after a moment of consideration.

Saint Commander Faramis knew Omri too well after fighting with him for many years. Saint Commander Omri might be hot-tempered and idiotic, but he never did anything underhanded during their confrontations before. After more than a decade of fighting against him, Saint Commander Faramis began to admire his old rival. He thought that the man did not deserve to die this way, so why not just imprison him inside the tightly guarded headquarters of the Earth Alliance? 

"Old bastard Faramis, don't waste your breath! You know that I will never betray the Demon Immortal Azazel! Besides... You... You stole Ayesha from me!" Saint Commander Omri glared at Saint Commander Faramis with his hands tightly clutching his two-handed sword.

When Saint Commander Faramis heard the name, his face froze and contorted with a look of remorse. 

Seeing his look, Saint Commander Omri frowned and felt a sense of foreboding.

"What happened to her?!" He asked with a raging look.

Old man Bu and Vishnu hovered beside Saint Commander Faramis while looking cautiously at Saint Commander Omri who was moving slowly towards them. When the two men were about to attack, a strong hand grabbed their shoulders firmly, making them pause their actions. They turned around and saw Saint Commander Faramis shaking his head with a small sigh escaping his breath. They were both confused, but they decided to trust him. 

Saint Commander Faramis stared at his old rival with a look of nostalgia, but it was soon replaced with regret.

His changing facial expressions did not escape the sights of Saint Commander Omri.

He realized that something terrible must have happened to evoke that kind of reaction from the man he had fought for many years. He did not want to hear it, but he wanted to confirm if his guess was right. He might be an unintelligent Avran, but after seeing Saint Commander Faramis' look when he mentioned Ayesha's name earlier, he knew that something bad must've happened.

Saint Commander Omri hovered three meters away from Saint Commander Faramis while Old man Bu and Vishnu tactfully backed away to give the two men some privacy.

"Ayesha... Is she... Is she dead?" Saint Commander Omri asked with a slightly shaking voice. 

Saint Commander Faramis' eyes moistened after hearing the name once again. He clutched the Z-Steel sword in his right hand tightly that veins started to protrude from his blue arm. He recalled the beautiful face of his wife and her sweet voice as she called him 'husband'. Sweet memories flashed inside his head, making him unable to control his emotions. A roll of tear slid down his left cheek and his eyes turned vacant.

Saint Commander Omri's body shook after seeing his rival acting that way. He also knew what Faramis' silence meant.

Ayesha is already dead...

The fearless and daunting Saint Commander Omri lost his grip on his two-handed sword and he looked as if he was struck by lightning. 

She was the reason why he thirsted for more power. He trained his combat skills and physical strength to the limit in order to make her realize that she chose the wrong man.

All his blood, sweat, and tears were for her...

But now he learned that she's dead...

Pain...

Regret...

Saint Commander Omri grabbed his c_h_e_s_t tightly that his unbreakable bionic armor almost caved-in. He felt like he was torn... 

'Ayesha...'

Saint Commander Faramis was not feeling any better. He saw everything that happened on that day. He saw her caring smile towards him as she was forcefully taken away. He was powerless and he regretted being weak. 

He thought that he might be able to saver her, but then news came to his ears that his wife died after being humiliated. As for the culprit...

"Who killed her?! Who killed her?!" Saint Commander Omri clutched Saint Commander Faramis' collar and asked the latter with a dark look.

Vishnu was about to make a move when Old man Bu stopped him while shaking his head. Vishnu gritted his teeth, but he decided to not make a move. 

Saint Commander Faramis stared back at his old rival's eyes with a look of hatred. "The Demon Immortal Azazel... The emperor of the Demon Region... The lord you serve..."

After hearing the culprit's name, Saint Commander Omri's heart skip a bit and he unconsciously released his grip on Faramis' collar. He took a few steps back as he clutched his head with his two hands. 

"Ayesha... No! This can't be..."

In his rage, Saint Commander Omri took a step forward and punched Saint Commander Faramis' face. 

"Bang!" Saint Commander Faramis was thrown a few meters away but he was able to balance himself. The punch woke him up from his emotional state. He then stared at Saint Commander Omri and remained silent.

Old man Bu and Vishnu remained hovering in their spots despite them wanting to step forward, but they knew that Omri's punch was not meant to kill Faramis. With his strength, he could have killed Faramis with that punch.

"Omri, I need your strength. We may not be able to kill Azazel, but I'm confident that my lord Cale is capable of doing that. But Lord Cale can't face Azazel's forces alone, we have to be there to hold back Azazel's generals. Lend us your strength... Omri..." Saint Commander Faramis said.

Saint Commander Omri felt conflicted, but then he recalled the smiling face of a beautiful lady. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the man who claimed her heart with a small sigh escaping his breath.

"For Ayesha, I will help you with your cause." 

Saint Commander Faramis smiled weakly as he sheathed his Z-Steel sword.

The two commanders then ordered their army to a ceasefire.