Although Alis, dodging the attacks one by one, seemed to have directed all his attention to this, no one knew completely different storms were breaking out inside him.
"Run Nafız!"
In Alis's mind, the memories of the previous life of the person who caused him to exist were spinning, and this was the only thing the person at that time told herself. Running away from troubles, responsibility, and struggle was her only defense weapon.
No matter what, she would find a place to run and hide, but still couldn't feel peaceful. A voice coming from the depths, barely there, approached her embracing the darkness and gave her no peace.
"Kill! Kill them all, kill everyone!"
Feeling some of them grazing his body while following the attacks with his eyes, Alis wanted to focus on running away, but the voice filling his ear gave him no peace.
"Don't run, slaughter! Don't stay silent, silence them! Whoever annoys you, destroy them!"
When Alis, who wouldn't be able to hear any sound coming from outside, took the first clean blow, the disciples of the five clans shouted with joy. They were using their own blood in their attacks too and were spending from their lives every moment.
"Hold on!"
"His end has come, he can't hold on much longer!"
What they said was happening. One, two... taking blows one after another, Alis was hurled back and fell flat on his back. His clothes were in a ruined state; the new attack wave in various shapes breaking off from the secret technique of the five clans was appearing over him.
"You have nowhere left to run. Release me!"
The voice tried its luck once again, and Alis chose not to resist it anymore.
"You are a part of me. I accept you as you are!"
Simultaneously, the stars carried by the giant waves, the rock pieces surrounded by fire, swallowed Alis along with the blowing blood wind.
"It's over!"
"One is gone!"
"It's the others' turn!"
The exhausted disciples of the five clans were experiencing the happiness of finishing their job. When their joint attack hit exactly its target, what else could they do?"
"It's not over! Everything is just beginning!"
When they heard the voice coming from very deep, they were about to disperse the technique. When they saw the person they thought they killed a moment ago stand up, they gave up on this.
"What is this?"
Without exception, they all had the same word in their mouths; Alis's appearance forced them to say this. Black from head to toe, a black hole swallowing all other colors directed at him. Not only his hair, clothes, and weapons, but also the energy field covering his body was pitch black.
"Don't be afraid, attack!"
The enemies were motivating each other, but what they didn't know, and perhaps would never learn, was that Alis was motivated in the same way too.
"Don't be afraid, walk on them!"
When Alis, who had become a black silhouette, took his first step, a new attack wave unloaded on him. In response, the pitch darkness around him swallowed and destroyed whatever came.
"Don't be ashamed of them! Unleash your anger, hatred, and brutality!"
While he raised his swords, the air around him undulated as if even it was trying to move away out of fear of being swallowed.
"The Devil Inside Me. It's your turn!"
Alis gave this name to the owner of the voice. He was the other face of the cheerful and affectionate youth. The destroying and annihilating black side of the white Alis trying to escape and save himself.
When the attacks riding the blood-colored energy wave appeared in front of him, Dark Alis shattered it with a bottom-to-top cut. He was like a steep rock resisting alone against the waves hitting the shore one after another. Whatever came, it was shattered.
Approaching the crowd applying the secret technique with every step, Alis was moving slowly; the temperament of hatred and anger had permeated him. Even so, he comfortably came up to striking distance. This success of his frightened the others to death.
"One last attack. Put whatever you have!"
Dozens of people, turned white as marble, shouted in unison and sent one last attack. Alis murmured quietly.
"It is time for you to taste the darkness!"
When the light of the blood-red waves rising before his eye caused a huge shadow to appear behind him, a claw coming out of the same shadow met it. It wasn't a human hand; with its sharp nails and furry fingers, it belonged to a creature.
Blood red and pitch darkness clashed. Alis alone was resisting the life force of dozens of people. For the duration of one or two breaths, the blood waves pushed the black claw back, but then suddenly stopped, the claw grew one more fold.
"None of you can measure up to my hatred!"
Alis shouted in a tone everyone in the area and outside the Blood Dome could hear; his eyes were pitch black.
Within three breaths, the claw came down on the combined force of the five clan troops. While shouts, groans, and cries for help rang in the area held captive by black, Alis didn't take a step from where he was.
Before long, the voices ceased; lifeless bodies fell to the ground one by one. Their flesh had rotted; a foul odor was rising from the area they were in. The darkness had done its job; Alis saw this and went down on one knee while wiping the blood leaking from his mouth.
"Now, you can return to your old place!"
The Devil Inside Me did what it was told without objecting. Its goal wasn't showing off, but only surviving. Like Alis, it too was born from Nafız's feelings and managed to protect the other it shared the same body with. There was no more need for it.
Outside the Blood Dome, thousands of spectators were rejoicing crazily; someone on their side had managed to defeat their enemies. Now that their lives were involved, they were not in the mood of watching the battle of others. There was no trace of the attitude they put on while watching people striving to kill each other; they were experiencing the win or die situation firsthand.
"Second, do you understand now?"
The Second Elder, turning his broad back to the Sheikh, turned his head back along with the call of drunk Atractivo.
"What do I need to understand?"
"How to use the anger you hide inside! Who and how you will direct your hatred to!"
The Sheikh, who normally looked either at the air or the beauties next to him while speaking, spoke looking exactly into the Second Elder's eye. While a civil war was happening around them, he had a state as if he was talking about the most important topic in the world.
"I understand!"
The Second Elder was stunned for a moment, but then gave his answer. There was a flavor in his voice that was never there while speaking with the Sheikh. Respect!
The majestic man turned his head to the front; he couldn't keep his eyes away from the battlefield any longer. Except for the Black Lily Clan Leader, the others were waiting in the stands; the Third Elder was right in front of them.
"Sir, when will the help we expect arrive?"
Hearing what was said, the skinny man clenched his fists; the handrails he grasped with his hand shattered to pieces.
"Support will not come! We will handle our own business ourselves!"
When the whisper resembling a snake hiss came out of his mouth, the five standing behind him started speaking in panic.
"You said they would definitely come!"
"How can we cope with this monster without them?"
"What are we going to do now!"
When some snapped with questioning, some with fear, some with panic, the Third Elder released his blood energy and turned it into a snake wrapping around him.
"Shut your mouths!"
Two words were enough to silence the five Clan Leaders at that moment.
"You have been fed for almost a hundred years. You received help countless times not only with the confiscated resources of the sect but also by the Royal Family. It is time for you to pay your debt."
"Either you will win this war, or your lives will end!"
The Third Elder's energy, which became a snake, wandered among them and returned to its owner. They turned their gazes to the person they feared the most. Sheikh Atractivo was the very monster they mentioned.
"The Sheikh cannot do anything to you. Thanks to the drug I mixed into his drink, let alone fighting, he has no strength left to lift a finger. The only obstacle before us is those three brats and the previous Sheikh's dog!"
When the Third Elder turned his eyes to the majestic man standing at the highest point in the area, the Second Elder had also directed all his attention to them. The tension forming between the two men was giving goosebumps to those around. The great war was inevitable, but right at this moment, a shrill scream dispersed the whole atmosphere.
"Bunch of bitches! Is this all you can do?"