Wicked Reincarnation - Chapter 235

“How did this happen?” blood poured out of Skyla’s mouth as she looked down at the gaping hole in her chest. Her eyes blurred as she saw Mill desperately racing towards her.

“Skyla! Skyla!”

“No, don’t’ come,” Skyla wanted to say but nothing came out.

She had to watch as ghosts tore through Mil’s chest just like her but even then Mil didn’t stop.

He raced past the corpses and soldiers until he reached Skyla.

“No! Skyla…” Mil also gurgled blood as more poured out of his wound.

“I love you, I love you!”

Ah, these words they could never say to each other have been finally said.

The only thing was. It was too late.

Yes, they regretted it. Even if there was no need to say these words, they should’ve still done it. Now it was too late.

***

Skyla and Mil could see it clearly as they saw Sal flying over the entrance and disappearing into the palace. Lia’s corpses fought with the ghosts and soldiers along with their men and Lily, while they could see Noel and Lu fighting against the captains.

When they arrived at the plaza no one spared them a glance. No, no one even noticed their presence. The chaos on the battlefield ensured that everyone was focused on their goals and survival.

“You can let me down,” Skyla tapped Mil on the shoulder and Mil did as she said.

They stood there, their eyes sweeping across the battlefield.

“What do we do?” surprisingly it was Mil who asked Skyla.

“We should do our load.”

There was no need to help anyone here fighting because this was their own mission to accomplish. Skyla and Mil had theirs that they just let past and slip out of their fingers.

“The gate doesn’t look like-”

SWISHHH

Several weapons flew past them and cut Mil mid-sentence off.

“Looks like we gotta fight our way through after all,” Mil picked up a weapon from a corpse and waited for Skyla to follow him. However, Skyla stood still and said, “Lu and one of the caps are fighting at the gate.”

“Good, we can help them,” Mil was optimistic but just as Skyla he could feel that something was wrong.

Something was inherently wrong. Currently, the battle laid in their favour too much. It looked like they could win this and just head to the palace and kill Min. Wasn’t this too easy?

Did the private army only amount to this? And what was the Ghost King doing? Was he just sending out ghosts to let this happen? Just what was his plan?

“Something’s wrong,” Skyla finally spoke out both of their thoughts, “Aren’t you usually the one noticing this kind of thing?” Skyla glanced at Mil who wore a grave expression now, “It would’ve been better if you didn’t mention it…”

Skyla raised her eyebrow as she didn’t understand what Mil meant, “Let’s just do our job. Skyla let’s go we gotta catch that petal captain.”

Mil moved forwards and Skyla followed him. She had no idea why Mil suddenly said this but it seemed like he was in a terrible rush to get to the gate.

“Why are you hurrying?” Skyla was at a loss as she saw Mil’s back relentlessly moving forwards, his hands cutting down anything in their way, “Because Lu needs us.”

“Lu?”

Indeed Lu was fighting Zayn but it didn’t seem like Lu was struggling. So why was Mil so bent on helping him? DIdn’t they say to catch Sal?

“Skyla, after all of this is over, let’s have a talk,” Mil briefly turned around and shot Skyla his grin.

Skyla’s cheeks reddened and she coughed, “You idiot, what are you talking about in this situation?”

Mil was really unpredictable right now, “Haha, you’re just too cute.”

“Just focus on the battle!” Skyla’s knife almost dropped out of her hand.

For close combat, Skyla obviously preferred a weapon and not use her power.

“Then me too,” Skyla meekly added but this time Mil didn’t turn around. Skyla thought Mil didn’t hear it but a small smile crept onto Mil’s face.

Currently, they were halfway to the gate where Zayn and Lu were. It was only a short distance to get to them. They were soon there. However, they stood still in their tracks and Skyla finally understood why Mil wanted to hurry, why he wanted to help Lu.

Because the next second, the battlefield was plunged into hell. A mass of ghosts appeared, thick, slimy, covering everything. It wasn’t known where they came from but it was clear it originated from the direction somewhere close to the entrance. From there the sudden onset of ghosts just increased without any signs of stopping.

The ghosts spread around the whole battlefield, far outdoing the numbers of Lia’s corpses and their men together. Worse than that, the ghosts didn’t seem like any normal vengeful ghosts, instead, they displayed the same characteristics as the ghosts in the Mortal World.

They had a bare minimum of awareness and intelligence! Skyla instantly raised her bow and her arrows but just as she thought most of the ghosts were able to evade it. This meant that someone was summoning artificial intelligent ghosts.

“Mil, go! I’ll provide cover!” Skyla edged Mil on to take care of the source of this disaster.

In an instant, even the soldiers of Min’s army were wiped out as well as the men of the hidden families. The ghosts didn’t divide between any sides. Even though they had intelligence, they feasted on anyone who was in their way.

Only the undead were still able to fight against the ghosts. However, the ghosts could fly while the undead were stuck to the ground.

“We can’t part! Just come with me!” Mil didn’t want to leave Skyla alone, even with Skyla’s power it was impossible to purge the endless flow of the ghosts crowding them.

Mil was restless. His hands were sweating. The sword in his hand threatened to slip each time he cut through the ghosts. His breath was getting shorter and heavier. His heart was beating so fast. It was about to burst. Yet Skyla’s condition wasn’t any better.

“Come!” Mil shouted a last desperate time before he saw Skyla mouthing, “Go!”

From here Skyla could use an arrow to briefly pave a path for Mil but if she were to go with him then she couldn’t. Because her large arrows needed her to stand completely still without moving.

“Shit,” Mil’s legs moved on their own, “I still have something to tell you!”

Then Mil raced towards the entrance as Skyla charged her arrow and split the ghosts just like how an ocean was split. The ghosts were kept at bay and Mil had no way to run until he reached Lu and Zayn.

Skyla smiled sadly. It was inevitable. Once the words they wanted to tell each other were hinted, it raised a huge death flag. Wanting to tell the other about their feelings after the battle was over was basically courting death, wasn’t it? Skyla knew it. And Mil knew it too.

Yet why did he still say? Why did Skyla also say the same?

Because it was a desperate last effort to keep their hopes up and convey their feelings. Skyla fell to the ground. After the massive arrow, she shot three more.

Now her lifeforce was completely drained and waiting for it to replenish was suicide in this situation.

Skyla scrambled to hold the knife but her limbs were weak and wouldn’t move as she wanted. Then it came. All ghosts surrounded her. Once. Twice. Thrice. Kuaghhh…

A large hole was torn into Skyla’s chest. Her blurry eyes watched the distance yet he wasn’t there. Mil wasn’t there to save her. Tears rolled down her face, warm yet scalding hot. Blood poured out of her mouth as fear, regret and despair accompanied her.

Skyla fell forward and landed on her stomach. She couldn’t move. She just laid there not being able to do anything. So this was the end. Various memories flooded past her. Her life flew past. Mil and Yano, her family, all her friends, everything.

Until the end, Skyla and Mil couldn’t confess however there was one time Mil openly laid his feelings bare. A night where cherry blossoms carried across the soft river. Mil stirred the boat while Skyla sat on the end enjoying the starry sky.

The words that night Mil told her still vibrantly echoed in her mind. Yet Mil seemed to have forgotten them. It was a memory long in the past. Maybe it didn’t even exist. Skyla didn’t know.

Everything. Everything became blurry. Skyla was afraid. So afraid.

“One day we’ll marry and I can bring you a lifetime of happiness. One day a ring will grace your finger and-” the next words Skyla couldn’t remember.

All she could think about was desperately wanting to see him, “Mil…”

Her whisper as quiet as nothingness was carried across the battlefield. The chaos stopped.

The ghosts stopped increasing. But it was already too late. Skyla wouldn’t be able to witness the end anymore. Because her end was here.

Scary. Scary. It was terrifying. Please come. Please come. Please be by my side.

As if her last prayers have been acknowledged by the devil, a worse sight than her own death befell Skyla.

No, don’t come. Don’t. Don’t. Stay away. Go. Go. GO!

But it was too late. The ghosts also got a taste of Mil. A gaping hole in his chest just like Skyla’s.

Falling onto the ground just like her.

“Skyla! Skyla!” yet Mil didn’t stop. Heaven and hell would have to collide on earth, mesh with each other for Mil to stop reaching Skyla.

“Please, I love you. I love you.”

Laying on the ground, Mil crawled forwards. Bit by bit his fingertips dug into the ground to pull himself closer to Skyla. A large blood trail followed behind him. If they had to die, they’d die together. The last thing Mil would make sure of.

Skyla saw his desperate attempt and mustered all her strength to do the same. She crawled with her bloody fingers wanting to interlock with his.

Only this, if only this was granted, if they could be connected while they died-

It was enough. This was all they asked for so, please.

Please. Please!

In an instant, all noises of the battlefield were drowned out.

Everything disappeared.

In this world, at this moment only Skyla and Mil existed to carry out the last words as they died holding each other’s hand.

“I love you too.”