So after spending a few minutes steeling his mind, and body from the shock brought by the voice, that never returned after speaking those threatening last words. He vowed in his mind. 'If Blood Heaven is man, I will battle a man. If Blood Heaven is a god, I will battle a god. In five years, me and my brother and sister will battle Blood Heaven, and rid this world of his evil! Until then we must deal with the corpse race first, as he said.'
He was someone who had never been afraid of threats. So instead of cowering in fear and defeat, he resolved within his mind, to fight till the last man standing.
After blood started falling from the skies, the people surrounding Jaiym out of fear quickly ran away from him towards their own homes, completely unaware that they had all previously been under the control of Blood Heaven. Due to the secret stories from their ancestors that recorded the day they became cannibals, the people within this kingdom, and planet as a whole had an innate fear of blood. Blood to them was an ill omen, an omen of disaster.
Just minutes after the blood rain started, the streets of the entire kingdom were empty of people. Only Jaiym stood there shakily, out in the open on an empty street, being bathed in a rain of blood that soaked his clothing from head to toe.
After a deep sigh of resolve, Jaiym slowly made his way back home under the heavy blood rain. His mind was filled with anger, with each step he took, causing the dangerous aura emanating from his body to fill the air around him.
The nearby people hidden within their homes couldn't help but shivered uncontrollably when he walked by their house, due to the dangerous aura that seeped into their homes and bathed their minds and bodies in extreme fear.
But he didn't go far, before he started to hear an extremely sorrowful chant coming from within the nearby homes. "Kskjf ljl4l fslk soerejt….."
As he continued his walk, more people seemed to join in on the sorrowful chant. He quickly realised, while unwillingly listening to the chant that strangely it wasn't sung in Svalian but another language that he had never heard before. He knew it wasn't Gilbrazen either, because he had heard Gilbrazen before.
Strangely the chant that was filled with extreme sorrow, and mystery, seemed to echo endlessly within his angered heart, as he slowly made his way back home, bringing despair and sorrow to his heart.
By the time he was half way home, he was already chanting along in sadness as well, his previously murderous thoughts had already been long forgotten.