Turning Chapter 839

Chapter 839

Still, Kishiar opened his exceptional senses as a swordmaster, focusing intently on his hearing. From the temple's dark backside, near the forest, faint crying sounds were heard.

“...Young Master. Please, come to your senses. It's me. I've come, I'm here....”

"..."

Hosanna and Nahan, having fully exited the temple grounds, were heading deeper into the forest, making them increasingly difficult to locate. Kishiar paused to exercise caution, then quietly instructed Gakane and Kurga, who were closely following him.

"Kurga, the suppression of the other Awakeners is almost complete. Finish it. Three to the right rear, two behind the diagonal wall on the left, and probably one more nearby. Return as soon as you're done."

"Understood."

Kurga, with agility that belied his large frame, vanished swiftly.

"And Gakane."

"Yes!"

"Weren't you skilled in stealth techniques? What exactly was your ability?"

Kishiar's memory of even the minor skills surprised Gakane, who responded with awe.

"My stealth skill involves cloaking the target in shadows. It's similar to Emon's ability, but it's somewhat difficult to move freely in that state..."

"Good."

Gakane's eyes widened in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"That skill will be used, but not on us."

"What do you mean..."

Gakane had assumed Kishiar intended to stealthily capture Nahan and Hosanna. However, Kishiar explained their current location to Gakane and instructed:

"From now, we'll split up and meet again near where Nahan and Hosanna are. But don't join me immediately upon finding them. Stay hidden, no matter what I do, and use your ability on them when I signal. Can you do that?"

Gakane, gauging his ability, glanced at his hands and then nodded deeply after a moment's thought.

"So, you intend to use my stealth skill to trap them. I believe I can... No, I will certainly do as you command."

A firm resolve ignited in his green eyes. Kishiar nodded in response, then gestured for Gakane to go first. Gakane nodded and turned, heading left.

Kishiar, in contrast, went right. Holding his sword loosely as if on a casual walk, yet he moved with remarkable speed.

Advancing silently, so as not to even disturb the slushy sleet, Kishiar continued to listen intently to the faint voices.

Meanwhile, Nahan seemed to have regained consciousness, as now two voices could be heard.

"This is pointless... Hosanna."

"Please, Young Master... no more...!"

Following these voices, Kishiar finally spotted two figures in the gray sleet. Nahan was half-collapsed in Hosanna's embrace, while Hosanna, bent over him, was shaking with sobs.

Kishiar concealed himself in the intensifying sleet. As Gakane had not yet arrived, he stood still for a moment, listening to the conversation between the two.

“You always did this. You’d promise to follow my words, yet in the most crucial moments, you’d make the choice I least wanted,” he said.

"Young Master…"

“I’ve never forgotten what you did on the day everything burned.”

“...”

“Knowing full well it's why you can't be my brother, you’re still making the same choice as back then, insisting on saving only me and abandoning everyone else.”

"Young Master, I… Sob. I couldn’t help it. Bringing only you here was all I could do... But you said it was fine to stay by your side as long as I wasn’t a hindrance. My, my abilities are useful... Just a bit more recovery and I'll surely, I can move us farther, so just wait a little, and I’ll bring others too...!"

Nahan looked at the pleading Hosanna with dry eyes.

“I don’t need it.”

His voice was terribly dry, filled with hatred for everything. Hosanna flinched unknowingly, and Nahan continued with a laugh.

“I don’t need you or your abilities. All I want is revenge. My own revenge, not anyone else's.”

"Young… Master…"

“I didn't hope for your return, nor did I ever ask you to save me. Go. Don’t manipulate me with your desires anymore.”

With a gagging sound, Nahan coughed up blood. Hosanna reached for him, crying out, but Nahan coldly brushed his hand away.

Kishiar watched this, eyeing the blurred other side hidden by the sleet. Gakane was near. He had arrived and was skillfully concealing his presence.

All that was needed now was a brief moment when Hosanna couldn’t use her ability.

“I thought I told you to leave.”

“No, Young Master, please... I won't ask for surrender anymore. I was wrong. Just, let us escape together...! I never dreamed the sage was such a person. Truly.”

“Go”

“But Young Master, you don’t really mean it. I know. Sob. The revenge you speak of, it’s all because of Matiang…”

“Don’t speak that name!”

As Nahan shouted, Kishiar felt the turbulent flow of energy bursting from him. Overwhelmed by the harsh tide of anger, Hosanna choked and tumbled.

Without further hesitation, Kishiar raised his hand to signal Gakane and stepped forward.

Now!

He moved swiftly, as if the world around him slowed, grabbing Hosanna from behind. As he separated Hosanna and Nahan, Gakane’s shadow spread wide, engulfing Nahan.

The suppression seemed perfect.

But then, the shadow writhed and, with a silent explosion, tore apart.

“Ugh…!”

Gakane screamed, stifled, and fell to his knees. Torn shadows allowed streams of chaotic energy to flow through.

A massive and intense storm of unbridled power.

The moment Kishiar felt it, a mix of unrestrained hatred and rage, he instinctively understood what it was.

A rampage.

“Ugh... Ughhh!”

“Gakane! Withdraw your power.”

At Kishiar's command, Gakane, bleeding, shook his head in refusal.

"Ah, it's impossible. The energy inside is too strong and completely entangled... I mustn’t let go... it’s too dangerous, please get away...!"

With a choked cough, Gakane bled. He struggled to extract and mend the torn shadows, but the energy surging like a storm was too powerful for him to contain alone.

Through the torn shadows, distorted colors and incomplete forms of shadows surged out. They fluttered like ghosts, becoming more numerous and vivid, darkening the sky and intensifying the sleet into a near-blizzard.

Kishiar looked down at Hosanna, whom he held in his hand. He was completely unconscious, his eyes rolled back, breathing barely noticeable as if he might stop breathing any moment. Yet, influenced by Nahan's energy, his too was becoming increasingly chaotic.

If things continued this way, he might witness two Awakeners in a rampage. Given their powerful abilities, the aftermath of such an event wouldn't be mild.

The danger wasn't just to them. Kishiar's gaze briefly shifted beyond the sleet in a certain direction – where Yuder was facing the sage.

"Commander! Gakane!"

In the critical situation, Kurga rushed in, barely supporting Gakane.

Seeing the escalating sleet and the impending rampage, Kishiar made a decision.

"Kurga, support Gakane. Gakane, from now on, I’ll channel my strength to you. Concentrate."