A person stepped out of the rift; a leg with snow-white skin appeared from under the billowing green skirt. She was shining like the moon in defiance of the night's darkness; the most striking part of the dress closed up to her throat was its deep slit.
The young girl with blood-red hair, stepping where people wandered just a few hours ago, turned her back; she seemed to be waiting for someone to come out of the rift. And what she expected happened; when the built young man in black from head to toe shook the ground with a hard step, the birds sleeping on the trees nearby took off in flocks.
With every step of the young boy, the air around him seemed to tremble; nature itself seemed to react to his existence.
"Jashua, you will need to restrain yourself a bit more!"
The young girl, tossing her hair falling over her green dress, turned her direction to the Garbage House; while Jashua followed closely behind, he answered taking a deep breath.
"As you wish, sir!"
There was only one person Jashua addressed like this, and that was none other than Nafız. The Blood Valley trial was over; many were rejoicing because their enemies didn't return, but what they didn't know was that they returned in a completely different state.
They proceeded directly to their residence without being seen by anyone; they walked calmly until they saw the commotion in front of the broken door of the structure with its roof and walls falling apart.
"Get out of the way, fools!"
"It is time to destroy the den of filth!"
"Burn it, turn it to ashes!"
The crowd, numbering around fifty people, was attacking the dilapidated walls of the Garbage House. Among these, service squad members and the surviving disciples of the Black Lily clan were the majority. As soon as Jashua saw the incident, he lunged forward, but a hand grabbed him tightly by the arm and nailed him to where he was.
"Let's see how much your men have developed. Let them show themselves!"
Nafız wanted to observe the situation; pulling Jashua aside, she started watching the five standing in front of fifty people.
"Get lost, this is Lord Jashua's property!"
When one of the five shouted, the others surrounding them started laughing out loud. At the end of this uproar lasting twenty breaths, a man with a black lily tattoo in his palm spoke.
"Is there any Jashua left, you clown. As the new representative of the Black Lily Clan, I am seizing this place!"
The five, blocking the path of the man who stepped forward with the end of his words, stood tall, ignoring the crowd coming from behind and supporting him.
"So we will do this the hard way. Boys, make them unable to eat by themselves again!"
Including those wearing service squad uniforms, fifty people launched an attack against the five blocking the entrance.
"Apply the formation; don't let anyone pass!"
The hulking one of the five leaning against the wall where the hinges of the broken door were embedded stepped forward and swung his wide broadsword. He made a rather large move to cut the speed of the crowd charging at them; he achieved his goal and slowed down the momentum, but big openings formed in his defense.
It was an unmissable opportunity for those in front who took a step back; they extended their weapons to the exposed torso, but the young girl rapidly thrusting her spear from under her friend's arm made the enemies drop their weapons. Her spear wasn't an ordinary heavy weapon; its appearance resembled a javelin more, it advanced curling like a snake when she attacked.
Her exposed hands could take aim thanks to this maneuverability; when those who dropped their weapons made a move with their other hands, arrows floating in the air hindered them, and another one passing like a shadow collected those on the ground.
The first goal of the five, whom Jashua had been using for training for a while, was to disarm a part of the enemy, who were superior in numbers; these choices found a different echo on Nafız's front.
"Wow, I never expected this much. Did you teach them?"
After the words of Nafız, whose red hair blew in the night breeze, Jashua remained silent for a while. He could speak coming to his senses only after ten breaths.
"No, their job was only to be my training partners. I helped them a bit to get stronger and keep up with me, but I don't remember saying such a thing!"
While the two people watched from afar, the struggle continued at full speed. The initial enthusiasm of the crowd subsided, but this time they started using throwing weapons. Arrows, knives, and daggers were raining down on the five; as a result of the attacks hitting the shields appearing in the hands of the duo lunging forward, they had to only defend.
"Use more weapons, attack!"
The person calling himself the new representative of the Black Lily Clan looked quite happy. Besides cornering the resisting five, his own men had also accepted his leadership. If you want to grab the corners when the square is empty, you do this either by force or by manipulating others and taking them under your domination.
Although he ran his mouth, it was obvious the man had neither power nor backing, but he couldn't stop without seizing the opportunity. Directing the common hatred to a target, he elevated himself to the position of a natural leader. Now that things were going well, how could he not be happy.
The five were thoroughly cornered too; they were fighting one step in front of the broken door. The door of the Garbage House was a psychological boundary. Although it was almost impossible to stop someone wanting to enter the structure whose every side was ruined and even lacked a roof, entering inside through the door of the house had a completely different meaning.
Instead of sneaking around through the door and chimney like a thief, an entrance had to be made through the door like a glorious commander conquering a city. Only then could they tear off and throw away the fear on them and intimidate the remaining ones for the new order they would establish.
They were very close to reaching their goal; reaping the fruits of the resistance lasting for almost half an hour was one step away. The man, thinking the time had come, shouted as if declaring his victory.
"Break down that door; this place is mine now!"
Hearing his voice, the five clenched their teeth and swung their weapons covered with their last energies forward. Ignoring the blood soaking their clothes, they acted for one last move; the weapons of the five people clashed with dozens of them.
The result was dire; their backs hit the wall of the Garbage House hard. The crowd didn't wait for a moment to attack the five who became open targets; weapons of all kinds were about to touch their bodies. They closed their eyes, but there was no fear in their hearts. Their sorrow came from not being able to defend the trust left to them.
When the weapons touched their skin, they thought everything was over; if it weren't for the wind licking past their faces, maybe this would really be the case. They opened their eyes with the ear-scratching sound made by the metals falling to the ground and saw that the weapons in the enemies' hands were no longer whole.
The condition of the entire front line from beginning to end was the same; their weapons had been cut. Their heads involuntarily turned to the direction the blood-red wind came from. There, someone standing in the darkness was waiting for them.
"He is not dead!"
"He is alive!"
"Run!"
Before those giving the first reaction could even move, a dozen more red winds passed through the crowd. The same sound was heard again, the noise the weapons made while falling to the ground. Only, this time there were the limbs holding them next to the weapons. Jashua crippled them all.
"My arm!"
"Where is it; I can't find my arm!"
"Get out of the way, get out of my way!"
The place turned into a struggle for life. While some were looking for the limbs that used to belong to their bodies, the vast majority were trying to escape not to lose their lives. They didn't think for a moment to trample each other; the damage of the attack Jashua made couldn't even stand next to the destruction following it.
When the group he led psychologically dispersed, the new representative of the Black Lilies moved away from the Garbage House at top speed. He didn't care an ounce about the condition of the others; the moment things got messy, he had thrown himself into the valley behind the Garbage House.
He took a deep breath when he finished the steep slope and reached the ground. While the air suddenly filling his lungs made him cough, one of his hands was on his chest. He waited bent double for dozens of breaths. Only when the sounds coming from afar ceased did he straighten up and look ahead.
"You, you, you…!"