Turning-Chapter 839

Even so, Kishiar sharpened his exceptional Swordmaster senses and focused all his attention on his hearing. From somewhere near the forest behind the dark temple, a faint sound of sobbing reached his ears.

‘...Young master. Please, come to your senses. It’s me. I came, I’m here...’

‘......’

If Hosanra and Naham made it out of the temple grounds and deeper into the forest, finding them would become significantly harder. To be cautious, Kishiar came to a halt and gave quiet instructions to Gakein and Kurga, who had followed closely behind him.

‘Kurga. The subjugation of the remaining Awakeners was already halfway done on our way here. I’m leaving the rest to you. Three on the right rear, two past the wall to the left diagonal front. Probably one more in the vicinity. Finish up and return.’

‘Understood.’

Kurga disappeared with movements far too agile for someone of his massive build.

‘And Gakein.’

‘Yes!’

‘I remember you had a stealth-based ability... what exactly was it again?’

Gakein was surprised Kishiar remembered even such a minor detail about his powers and quickly answered.

‘My stealth technique involves cloaking the target in shadow. It’s similar to Emon’s ability, but in that state, movement is a little restric—’

‘Good.’

Gakein, who had been shrinking back, widened his eyes in surprise.

‘Pardon?’

‘Because the target for that ability won’t be us.’

‘What do you mean...?’

Gakein had assumed Kishiar would ask him to use stealth to sneak up on Naham and Hosanra. But instead, Kishiar explained their current position to Gakein and said:

‘From here, we’ll split up and regroup where Naham and Hosanra are. But once you find them, don’t approach right away. Stay completely hidden, and when I give the signal, use your ability on them. Think you can manage?’

Gakein looked down at his hands as if gauging his own strength, then took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

‘So... you want me to use my stealth to trap them instead. I think it’s definitely doable—no, I’ll make it happen.’

A fierce determination burned in his green eyes. Kishiar gave a nod and tilted his head, gesturing for Gakein to go first. Gakein bowed slightly and quickly moved left.

Kishiar, in contrast, walked toward the right. Aside from the sword hanging loosely in his grip, he looked as if he were just out for a quiet stroll—but his pace was swift.

His steps made no sound on the sleet-covered ground as he moved forward. He kept his ears tuned to the faint voices.

Before long, Naham seemed to have come to his senses. Now, there were two voices.

“—Useless... Hosanra.”

“Please, young master... no more...”

Following those voices, Kishiar finally spotted two silhouettes through the gray sleet. Naham was half-slumped in Hosanra’s arms, and Hosanra bent over him, his shoulders trembling.

Kishiar concealed himself in the increasingly heavy sleet. Gakein had not yet arrived, so he paused and listened.

“You’ve always been like this. You say you’ll follow me, but at the most critical moment, you always make the one choice I never want you to make.”

“Young master...”

“I’ve never once forgotten what you did on that day when everything burned.”

“......”

“That’s why you can’t be my brother. And yet here you are again, making the same choice. Leaving everyone else behind and insisting that saving me alone is enough.”

“Young master, I... h-hic... I had no other choice. Bringing just you here was the only thing I could do... B-but you said, as long as I didn’t get in the way, I could stay by your side... My power is still useful... If I just recover a little more, I’m sure... I can take us farther. Please, just wait a little longer and I’ll bring the others...”

Naham stared at him with dry, emotionless eyes.

“I don’t need it.”

His voice was bone-dry and filled with boundless hatred. Hosanra flinched instinctively, and Naham gave a twisted smile as he continued.

“You. Your ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) power. None of it matters. All I want is revenge. My revenge—not anyone else’s.”

“Young... master...”

“I never wanted you to come back, and I never asked you to save me. Go. Stop trying to control me with your selfishness.”

With a painful gagging sound, Naham coughed up blood. Hosanra reached for him in desperation, but Naham coldly slapped the hand away.

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Kishiar, watching them, turned his gaze to the faint blur on the far side of the sleet. He could sense Gakein’s presence approaching—he had arrived and was suppressing his aura perfectly.

Now, all that was needed was the smallest window to prevent Hosanra from using his ability.

“I told you to leave.”

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“No, no, please, young master. I won’t ask you to surrender anymore. I was wrong. Just... let me run away with you...! I had no idea what the Sage was really like, I swear...”

“Go.”

“But young master, you... you don’t mean that, do you? I know. Hic. That revenge you talk about... it’s all because of Lord Martiang—”

“Don’t say that name!”

At Naham’s shout, Kishiar sensed a surge of tangled, violent energy exploding from him. Unable to withstand the force of that rage, Hosanra cried out and tumbled to the ground.

Kishiar didn’t hesitate any longer. He raised his hand and signaled Gakein as he lunged forward.

—Now!

In the slowed-down world of extreme focus, he surged forward, grabbing the back of Hosanra’s neck and hurling him aside. At the same time, Gakein’s shadow spread wide, covering Naham.

A perfect takedown.

Or so it seemed—until moments later, the shadow covering Naham writhed, then tore open with a silent shockwave.

“Ugh...!”

Gakein choked out a stifled cry and collapsed to his knees. Wild, disordered energy burst through the torn shadow like a flood.

A vast, intense storm of chaotic power.

The raw, uncontrolled mixture of hatred and rage—Kishiar recognized it instantly.

A rampage.

“Ghh... grhhh!”

“Gakein! Pull your power back!”

But Gakein shook his head, blood dripping from his chin.

“N-no. The energy inside... it’s too strong and completely tangled... If I let go now, it’ll be even worse... You should move, it’s d-dangero—!”

He coughed violently, blood spilling. He struggled to reclaim the scattered shadows, trying to patch the tear, but the storm of energy surging from Naham was far too powerful for one person to contain.

Colors bent and warped, shadows with no defined form spilled out like ghosts, becoming more numerous and distinct. The sky grew darker still, and the sleet thickened into something closer to a blizzard.

Kishiar looked down at the unconscious Hosanra in his grip. His eyes were rolled back, and his breathing was thin, as if about to stop. Yet even his energy, caught in Naham’s rampaging flow, was becoming increasingly unstable.

At this rate, both of them would spiral out of control. And with the strength they each possessed, the aftermath of that rampage would not be minor.

It wouldn’t just endanger those here.

Kishiar glanced toward the direction where Yuder was still facing off against the Sage.

‘Commander! Gakein!’

In the midst of the crisis, Kurga rushed in, panicked, and supported the staggering Gakein.

As the sleet thickened and the situation neared catastrophe, Kishiar made his decision.

‘Kurga. Support Gakein. Gakein—I'm going to add my power to yours. Focus.’