Siva (Volume 3) The Frozen Blue Heart

Chapter 19: Bad Bloods Forming

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Chapter 19: Bad Bloods Forming
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Some may even call it snapping out. Siva's mentality was such that when he realized that he made a grave mistake, it was already too late.

His victory laugh went into an abrupt stop.

After his tensed muscles relaxed when the enemy was vanquished, the prickling sensation of his head being split open came.

As always, it felt like being submerged into a drum of ice with only the head, and not the body being dipped in.

He collapsed on his knees and almost banged his head on the dead carcass of the monster.

Where he was, there was a dent in the monster's body, the part where he delivered his finishing blow, the now officially (self proclaimed) named Meteor Dive.

But, with the past minute, he couldn't remember almost every detail of it. It's as if he was lost in a place where he could only see himself moving but unable to influence what was actually happening.

All he could remember is that he understood the plan he made and tried to execute it as fast as possible.

What happened during that time, he can't remember it clearly. Only the feeling on his body remained. All of the fatigue, the calculations, the feeling of the distance, the items used, the angle and power applied on the attack, the elements that consisted his plans, everything that led up to this moment, the impression remained on his consciousness but the details of how it happened is gone on the dark.

It's as if he became a puppet of his rage.

He knew he was angry, but now, he had already forgotten the reason he was angry at the first place.

"Ah... that's right. Those guys..."

The intervention. Now he remember. He was mad at them for intervening with his plans. And now that he remembered that he was in a race against time...

"YOU MOTHER FUCKERRRSSSSSSS...!"

He screamed as the rage he felt came back to his mind.

Hatred. Fear. Anger. Negative feelings swelled up in his chest. His tears flowed like river and he stood up.

Now, the pain in his head had become less. Instead, a feeling much heavier and alarming was bugging his mind like a termite constantly making noise.

Panic struck him.

He looked around and realized the source of his fear and anxiety.

He is in an unknown forest with the culprit of this great catastrophe only paying up two souls. He's not satisfied with the price they paid for this inconvenience.

He will hunt him down. He will go back at them and make them pay ten hundred folds!

For now, they had to regroup.