38 The bolt of death - 2

All that Morpheous could see was a blinding streak of light. He couldn't open his eyes and face the light anymore. Everything felt hot around him.

'Boom'

The thunder that came after was deafening. The noise was so loud that it pierced through the eardrums of many.

"Gaaaaahhhhhhh"

Screamed Morpheous as the blot slowly started engulfing his body. He knelt there howling in pain as he threw himself as a shield in front of Damianos. The bolt was trying to pass through his body, tearing away his flesh and burning a hole, but every fraction of the second, the wound was getting healed.

His body was not letting the bolt to pierce him and burn him out.

That canon ball of death struggled to even reach his bones. With every layer of tissue that was getting burnt a new layer got generated but that pain, no one was able to take that pain.

"Gaaaaahhhhhhh"

Morpheous yelped again but didn't even budge an inch. He didn't even one hair of Damianos to be harmed. But slowly the bolt took the shape of a ginormous orb that was ready to engulf Morpheous and he could feel the intensity of the flames increasing. It started burning him more.

"Gaaaaahhhhhhh.... Gaaaaahhhhhhh"

Yelled Morpheous continuously and on the other side the more he yelled in pain, the more Nubeous turned ecstatic. He was legit scared a moment before to see the power that his bare hands had possessed, but now hearing him yelp in pain, his soul found the much-needed solace.

So he thrust more power intending to turn him into ashes, but lo and behold the sky started to crackle. Tens and hundreds of lightning laced the sky followed by the grumbling thunders. And then it started to pour.

It poured like never before, dousing the cannonball of fire in the fraction of a second. And at that very second, the yell of Morpheous also stopped.

"Finally!" muttered Nubeous and tried to see the remnant ashes of Morpheous. But the rain made it difficult. The downpour was so heavy that it reduced the visibility to almost nothing.

Everyone ran to get a shelter for this was no ordinary rain as it followed the bolt of death.

There was only one man who stood there braving the rain on the stage and that was Nubeous. He stood there because he wanted to see them gone. Wanted to see the people who dared to defy him as dead. Wanted to conclude that the sole possessor of the piece of the guide was him.

But he should have feared the rain, for it was no ordinary one. It was rain which doused the bolt of death. A rain that appeared as if God was weeping to see Morpheous in pain.

So braving that skin-piercing rain, he took a step ahead and tried to kick ahead to make sure that there was nobody around. He took a couple of steps, but his feet met none. And that made him gloat in pride. He held his head stiffly with his nose angled upward and his lips pursed with a superior, disdainful expression for there was no one who could match his strength.

Once again he had proved to the world that he was the only one, the true ruler of the soul realm.

And thus erupted a peal of eerie loud laughter, that soared even amidst the loudness of the downpour.

It was madness, a sight of sheer madness that people all around had encountered. Although his strength triumphed that of Morpheous, his men still were reeling under what had happened a minute before.

Even though that man had been turned into ashes, which got washed away in the rain, leaving no remnant of the strength and valor that he had shown, but that sight was etched in the hearts of the onlookers. For a common man had dared to stand against their master, a common man who almost imbalanced their master, a common man who if alive would have been the harbinger of ineffable mayhem.

As the downpour silenced a bit, Nubeous turned around.

He was expecting a loud cheering from his men. He was expecting his men to be all jubilant with his victory, but what he met was utter silence. There was something anomalous with his blue-blooded men.

For long these men had been bearing his tyranny and evil conduct and had always cheered him for every single conquest and without a doubt, he was victorious in every single one of them. But somehow's even though he was victorious today, they didn't utter a word and that piqued Nubeous.

His face which looked content a moment before changed into ferocious. Looking at his men he yelled,

"Are you scared of the man who is dead?"

"Are you so scared that you dare to defy your master?"

His ears turned red in rage for no one dared to reply. He was about to stomp his foot in anger when suddenly a large chunk of the land which was on the other side of the crack went crumbling down like a landslide.

That crack had become a huge rift, a great divide that pained his egoistic heart. And like an everlasting slap on his face, slowly that divide kept inching ahead. It didn't spare the entire stage not the heritage building ahead.

'Crack!'

'Thud!'

And the heritage building came crumbling down. Such was the power of Morpheous that even after his death he hounded Nubeous. His men swerved, looking in the direction of the great collapse. Some marveled at the power of the deceased fighter while some feared to see the mayhem that he had brought upon.

Standing all alone on the stage, he might have had wiped Morpheous and Damianos from the face of his land, but even after his death, he had managed to wipe away that happiness of the conquest from the face of Nubeous.

That soul scaring eerie and deafening silence was disturbed by the neighing of a horse!

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