The End of Year Fighting Competition turned into a Holy Blood Sect civil war; thousands of spectators were watching what was happening with their own eyes.
"You bitch, your death will be by my hand!"
A group consisting of healing masters waiting at the edge of the battlefield flocked onto Nafız. The man who had been humiliated in front of everyone before shouted and swung his weapon. He was using throwing knives; the knives flying in three different directions in the air had encircled Nafız.
"This is it! This is it! This is it!"
Shouting at the top of her lungs on the last word, Nafız took her bow in her hand and fired the arrows one after another. A blood-red wall appeared in front of the charging enemy; while going to hunt, they were going to be hunted.
"Scatter!"
Each of them fled in a different direction. They escaped the shower of arrows, but there were still cuts on their bodies. When they collapsed to the ground, they saw the person showing his face from behind the red-haired girl. Alis, swinging his swords, one black as night, the other white as milk, in his hands, was catching them all off guard.
Chaos practically took the inside of the blood dome prisoner. It wasn't very clear who was friend and who was foe. While the clan leaders and the Third Elder stood away from the commotion, on the other side, Sheikh Atractivo was busy filling his emptied glass.
"This is what a real battle is; what's with taking the stage in turns! When it is unknown where the danger will come from, it becomes clear who is a warrior and who is not!"
Sprawling in his seat, Atractivo was relaxed. Unlike him, the Second Elder standing right beside him was looking at the enemy group in the distance.
"Hasn't the time come?"
One of the Clan Leaders called out to the Third Elder; the skinny man answered this question without taking his eyes off the battlefield.
"Not yet!"
Lifting his head when his words finished, the Third looked at the tallest structure in the campus; he looked expectant.
"I have a revenge I need to take! Don't get in my way!"
The old man threw off his red cloak with black lily embroideries on it, and the battle armor he wore underneath was revealed; it was very clear he came here to fight. The others were about to stop him, but with a sign from the skinny man, they let him go.
Along with him, the crowded warrior group waiting behind him also took action. In their targets were the people in a helpless state inside the battlefield. Ten people prepared to attack the heavily wounded Ralf and Lareina right next to him; Jashua, dealing with the enemies in front of him, focused his attention in that direction.
He swung his weapon, wanted to open distance with the ones he fought and focus on the others, but a red light descending from the sky like lightning passed through the ten people and appeared next to him.
"You can leave this place to me!"
Jashua couldn't realize when the woman with a deep back and bold leg cleavage came next to him. Feeling someone he had never seen before so close to him, he pointed his weapon at her. If he hadn't heard the voice ringing in his ear, he might have even attacked.
"You can trust her; she will definitely protect both of them!"
Alis stopped Jashua; the woman came next to Lareina waiting by Ralf's head, and the ten Black Lily Clan disciples in the air landed on the ground as thirty pieces.
"Second, who is this? Would you look at that beauty? Make sure you introduce us when the battle is over!"
The Sheikh was watching what happened with excitement, while also bothering the Second, who was on pins and needles, with the comments he made.
"Shut your mouth!"
The aura of the majestic man rose thoroughly. Upon this, the drunk Sheikh behind him continued dangling his lip downwards.
"So be it. Maybe she has a friend, don't just cut it off right away!"
The Sheikh, letting out a big laugh and returning to drinking, was in good spirits. The man opposite Nafız, however, was a bundle of nerves. He threw the gray talisman appearing in one hand into the magic circle in his other hand.
"What was your brat's name? Gebero? No, it wasn't that I think!"
Nafız was rubbing salt in an open wound; the number of gray spirits rising from the talisman melting inside the circle suddenly increased.
"Actually you are talented! When you are at full strength, you can easily make the circle!"
Although those around didn't understand Nafız referring to the magic circle the Black Lily Leader made when he appeared using the Ancestor Talisman, the old man understood very well.
"Talk, talk. That bitch was arrogant like you too, but her end was to die like a dog inside a cave."
The old man, speaking perhaps knowingly or perhaps completely instinctively, was unaware that he hit a nerve he shouldn't have. Although Nafız sealed the power belonging to Mora inside herself, she hadn't forgotten the person who offered her her new life while she was on the brink of death.
"I swear on Mora's name that when I am done with you, there won't be a single breathing Black Lily Clan Disciple left in this world!"
Her voice echoed in the area; the crowd outside the Blood Dome had now understood what was happening and started watching the situation holding their breaths.
"They really rebelled!"
"I wouldn't expect them to dare this; do they want to take advantage of the Sheikh's condition!"
While many sought an answer to the question why, some were discussing focusing on the conclusion part.
"Almost everyone inside the sect went to the side of the clans and fiefdoms!"
"The situation is not good; if the others win…"
The old man couldn't complete his words; he sighed looking at his grandchild holding his hand tightly. Although they were not in danger right now, the result of the war would determine whether they lived or died. When the outside of the Blood Dome also got messy like the inside, a beautiful woman on the top floor of a distant structure was following the situation from the window.
As the surface of the giant mirror behind her rippled, her hair also blew. Ekaterina turned her gaze to the crystal in her palm; the light of the shiny star-shaped stone hit her face. Suddenly turning her back, she came in front of the mirror. The giant mirror, three steps high and three steps wide, was inside a pure gold pedestal.
On top of the mirror, there was a hollow star-shaped relief, and Ekaterina started extending the crystal in her hand towards there. She was in hesitation; if her arms went two steps forward, they came one step back. She was hearing voices; the voices coming from inside the mirror were echoing in the room.
"Ekaterina, open the portal!"
"Don't do anything stupid, or you won't be able to save your life!"
Immediately following the man speaking with a full voice, the scream of the woman spewing threats made beautiful Ekaterina tremble. Sweat flowing from the forehead of the woman at war with herself was trickling down her neck. Every passing moment was no different from torture for her.
"Don't you feel it too? Something is happening very deep down, and there is little time left for it to come to the surface. Choose your side correctly; heed the warning given to you around this time last year or you will be crushed and destroyed between the big cogs!"
Then another voice, the words of someone she met in the early hours of the day, echoed in her mind. What Nora, speaking tossing her blood-red colored hair, told her came and pierced her soul like an arrow in her most indecisive moment.
Ekaterina threw the star-shaped crystal to the ground and broke it stepping on it. At that moment, shouts rose from the other side of the mirror.
"You will pay for this!"
"You have nowhere left to run now!"
"I will flay your skin while you are still breathing!"
Falling to her knees and starting to cry, Ekaterina covered her ears with both her hands. She made a decision and was ready to pay the price, but she didn't want to hear those on the other side of the mirror.
"Shut your mouths!"
When an old and exhausted voice entered among all those shouts, the other noises were cut like a knife. The old man, supporting his bent double waist with his hands, appeared in the middle of the room from where it was unclear.
"You made the right decision, my child!"
The old man turning his gaze to the mirror patted Ekaterina's head, while lightly touching the mirror with his other hand. The silver-colored mirror had almost become liquid, but when the man whose beard reached his chest touched it, it shattered into pieces.
"I am very happy that you didn't force me to kill someone as beautiful as you!"
The old man walked towards the stairs bringing one step next to the other with difficulty. Ekaterina was crying among the broken glass pieces surrounding her.