The Rise Of The Saviour - 2 The battle of justice

‘Clank’

Their swords clashed as Morpheous made his first move.

‘Hiyaaahhhh’

Master Nubeous marched ahead swiftly and blocked his attack with a single-handed stroke of his right arm.

But suddenly he could feel that something was wrong. The opposing strength was so immense that his one hand wasn’t able to hold the sword in place. He looked into the eyes of Morpheous and he could sense that he was someone who was not going to be intimidated easily.

So he went all in.

‘Clank’

Clasping his sword with both his hands, Nubeous again blocked the blunt sword of his opponent.

His sword was hungry to taste the blood, but Morpheous was leaving no stone unturned to prolong that hunger.

The crowd that was once cheering for their master stood up in dismay, unable to understand what was happening, unable to understand why their master was not yet done with the fight.

‘Thud’

Nubeous kicked Morpheous on his chest with all his might and he fell flat on the ground.

‘Slash’

And then with a swift swing of his sword, he tore through Morpheous’s bare chest.

‘Arghhhh…’

Morpheous spat out blood because of the impact. He was not that well versed with the art of sword fighting. He was just a mere peasant who was fighting for the sake of revenge.

‘Get up you fool,’

Nubeous provoked him and spat on him.

‘Yeaaaahhhhh’

Tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword Morpheous got up filled with rage and anger. He had nothing to lose today, so he struck again.

‘Clank’

Their swords met. But this time, Morpheous’s blow was severe. Nubeous fought back hard with both his arms as he was unable to bear the force.

‘Aaaaarrrggghhhhh.’

Nubeous roared with all the monstrosity that he could while defending himself but slowly the figure of Morpheous started looking tall.

‘Kneel’

Morpheous yelled as he coerced him to kneel under the force of his deathly blow.

“You shall not cause any more pain upon the men of Nubia.”

Saying that Morpheous disarmed Nubeous with the flick of his sword, leaving him defenseless.

‘Nooooooooo…’

The crowd couldn’t believe the state their master was in.

‘Slash’

With a flick of his blunt sword, Morpheous left him howling in pain on the ground as his arm started to bleed as half of it was dangling at his elbow.

‘Clank’

Morpheous kicked Nobeous’s sword far away so that he couldn’t even dare to reach it, even if he wanted to and then turned to look at the crowd which had quietened down after seeing the fate of their master.

Without his soul ring, his sword, he was just another amputated mortal. He couldn’t believe that it was his blood that was dripping and soaking the parched land. The tables had been turned and in seconds the servant had become the master.

‘Hiyaaahhhhhh…’

Nubeous gathered up all his strength and got up, unable to accept the defeat in the hands of a common peasant master.

‘Master Nubeous !!! Master Nubeous !!! Master Nubeous’

The silent crowd became hopeful as they saw their master picking himself from the dust, getting ready to fight again.

But to the contrary, he paced backward and pounced on his soul ring.

“You shall not see another day in your life you mortal fool.”

‘Snap’

Holding his good hand in the direction of Morpheous, he snapped his fingers.

‘Boom’

In the fraction of a second, light perched up in the sky, and there was a noise of thunder. It was no ordinary light, for it was the bolt of death that struck Morpheous. The sky thundered like it was rumbling with anger but a smile of ecstasy spread on the face of master Nubeous, for he had finally reduced that mortal to dust. The air started howling in the tone of melancholy. Dark clouds scattered all around hiding the face of the sun, sucking out all hope and happiness.

The brilliance of the lightning blinded the eyes of the onlookers but that tiny girl kept looking in his direction. Her last straw of hope was being burnt to death and she couldn’t believe that God would let such a thing happen to Morpheous, after being left bereft with the death of her parents.

But then suddenly a beam of sunlight started spreading little glitter of gold around. It creaked through the dark clouds like a beam of hope and when it did, the crowd couldn’t believe the spectacle in front of their eyes.

He stood there taking the bolt of lightning all in like he was harvesting its power. Not even a single hair on his body was touched. His skin scintillated and the gaping stab wound on his chest had been healed. Even the sword in his hand had a pure faint glow like it was being refurbished again. The sudden pain that he had felt in the beginning had disappeared and he stood there amused, unable to understand what was happening to him.

Every cell in his body felt new. Every muscle started tingling with a new sensation. He felt different like his body had been re-incarnated and the moment he closed his burning eyes, the world heard a loud bang.

Pieces of the crystal got scattered on the ground and all that was left was an empty ring in the hands of master Nubeous. The soul ring had been destroyed and yes that sacred him. It scared every ounce of him. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun perching up high again as if it was marking a new beginning.

Morpheous too looked up into the sky and gripped his sword tight as it was time to end the age-old tyranny of Nubeous. He paced ahead quickly without losing any precious second and with one swift movement of his wrist he silenced the saga of atrocity standing in front of him.

On the ground was now lying the slaughtered body of Nubeous. Lifeless, like a mannequin. The blood was thickening inside his capillaries marking the end of his life in the hands of a mere peasant who had risen like a phoenix from the ashes.

The sword in his hand glistened with the first taste of blood which he sank deep into the ground before kneeling down. The only thing that could be heard was the cawing of ravenous flesh scavenging crows.