Jael didn't know how many he had killed so far but he was finally feeling the strain. His right hand ached, and he tried to wipe blue blood from his face, but his hand was so thick of it already that he only made it worse.
"Ah..I'm tired and I haven't been able to use the last technique I've been thinking about." He finally looked around. He was standing on a platform that had drifted apart from the bridges.
Other Awakeners around him held their weapons out and looked ready to attack him. Jael looked around, surprised it was him they were reacting to. 'What the....when did I even get here?'
Unknown to him, he was giving off a bloodlust aura and mixed with the blood that covered him the Awakeners were weary of him.
The place he started from was far away and there wasn't much of Orcs around anymore. There wasn't much of Awakeners either. The water was filled with dead Awakeners of all races and orcs' bloated bodies.
The large numbers of the Awakeners have been cut down even more than it was planned for and survivors looked up weary as if to ask when the time would be up.
The Iron tang of blood is the only thing that Jael could smell, but that might just be from the blood that covered him.
Jael blinked. Did I kill all those monsters? It seemed unreal as he danced over the dark sea and killed monsters and he just went ahead, crushing heads and occasionally splitting bodies in two.
"I guess I'm strong after all." He grinned.
"Something funny?" A voice asked.
Jael turned. A platform drifted closer; there were three occupants on it; they stirred it by using one of the broken bridges, and one of them used his hands to shove bodies away from the water.
"We saw you as you killed all those orcs. You killed so much that they started to run from you. Hell of a power you have in that hand of yours. Are you a Demon?"
His right hand was bleeding furiously, as if a tap was opened. Red blood ran down from where the dagger cut. Jael frowned down at his hand. 'The blood is too much from a wound this small, a Codex weapon'
The beastman rubbed his side. "You managed to hit me even through that. But I've cut you now. Your end is only timed."
Jael understood what he meant when Hermit failed to heal. He transformed his hand to normal, and still, his knuckles bled badly; the blood ran down his hand, creating a puddle beneath him. "What did you do?' He demanded. He connected mentally with the ring in his hand and brought out a potion.
He kept his eyes on the beastman and drank it. It's a healing potion, but it might as well be a tea for all the help it does.
The beastman watched him in amusement. He raised the dagger. "One hit is all I need. I thought you would be different, but what you've got going for you is all those muscles of yours. A shame."
Jael's eyes darkened. What is it with people and picking a fight with him? If he didn't treat this quickly, then he'd end up dead sooner or later. "Stop the bleeding now."
"Why should I? I want you dead. Don't it tell you? And there's no way to stop it," he then shrugged. "You can't stop it but I can. It's easy.
Make a blood contract with me."
Jael stiffened. He didn't know what a blood contract is but he knew he'd rather die than do anything with the sly bastard that intentionally targeted him. "What's that."
"It's a contract that will give me control of your body for some period of time. In exchange, I will make you stop bleeding. How's that? No issues right?"
Jael felt a chill. He should give control of his body? "I knew you were crazy."
"Think about it. Would you rather be dead, or will you give your body out for some time? I won't make you do anything you don't agree to. Like those two."
The two humans on the platform looked up, their head jerked up as one, and they looked at Jael. He took a step back as their eyes fixed on him. It shone a dull red glow.