Standing up from where he was Azrael covered his eyes as he continued to look at the sun. It was a very small difference but Azrael could see it clearly.
Surrounding the sun were three small moons, two were on its sides while one was piercing the sun.
"Damn, I made it" He said with an amused smile, he leaned on the sand to get up.
His legs were full of sand and parts of his body had been as well when he stood up. He shook the sand out of his pants and shirt, took off his shoes and placed his bare feet in the warm sand. Even though the heat of the sand generated pain in the soles of his feet he didn't mind, he enjoyed the pain and without any disturbance on his face he looked at his surroundings.
"I have bad luck then, no man's land and no nothing" He said annoyed with a smile on his face kicked the white sand on his feet and looked at his surroundings again before looking at a direction and walking there without much thought.
He left his shoes behind and walked through the sand, and even though the strong winds would beat his body and sometimes he would sway, he continued on his way calmly and without worry.
Time passed and the more the sun went down the stronger the wind became, the sand began to beat against his body. They were like small projectiles which were thrown at his body. At first it was not bothersome but the more windy it got the stronger the blow of the sand became.
The sand projectiles were already hurting him, it was as if they were passing a sandpaper on his skin.
"My luck can't get any worse haha? A sandstorm" Azrael lifted his shirt so that it covered his face as he continued walking.
His skin turned redder and redder as he stood uncovered against the sand.
Azrael looked ahead as the sandstorm seemed to intensify. Then something seemed to take shape in a surprising way
Two eyes seemed to take shape in front of him, these eyes had no place to hold, they were suspended. They were the silhouette of a circle and an iris, these were white but what appeared to be the iris glowed a golden color.
The eyes looked at Azrael for a few moments before the sand seemed to take shape and create a heartbeat of sand that spread out and attacked Azrael.
Azrael looked at the sand, before he thought it was a sandstorm hallucination, but his instincts quickly told him that the thing that seemed to attack him was actually an attack.
So with his strength of a level 5 Individual being he jumped a good distance before his eyes looked seriously into the sandstorm's eyes.
"Hehe" his laugh sounded mocking but his eyes narrowed and his laugh even though it was mocking, Azrael was alert.
Sandstorm's eyes furrowed with a hint of annoyance. It created another whip and this time it struck with a speed that Azrael could not dodge. The blow from the sand was loud and the crack of the whip against Azrael's skin rang out loudly, causing not only a mark to appear on his skin but also bleeding.
Without time to react or even have enough time for the pain to arise in his mind another whip of sand struck his body, again and again the whip shaped sand struck his body causing it to bleed over and over again.
Azrael gritted his teeth and covered his face his shirt covered his body again as he was not holding it to cover his head, but his shirt covering his body again made no difference.
The whip-like sand tore his shirt apart and created wounds multiple times.
After he was beaten almost 500 times, his body was bleeding heavily, his body was contracting from the pain, his clothes were mere tattered rags that barely covered his body.
Then he shone.
|Miracle|
His ability went into action closing his wounds, stopping the bleeding and the pain.
"Nothing else? Little tickles" she scoffed as her eyes kept looking everywhere.
'I can't find anything to hit' Azrael thought no matter where he looked in the sandstorm there wasn't a body or anything to hit, not a single target or clue.
The sand was the body and the energy.
A while later he felt that it had not attacked him again since he finished attacking, he looked into the eyes of the sand and noticed its calm and contemplative gaze.
The eyes disappeared as did the whips, melting into the sand, becoming one again. The storm seemed to gather in front of Azrael, leaving Azrael back in the open air but in front of him a large pile of sand was gathering.
"Eh?" Azrael had a bad feeling.
Azrael tried to dodge the storm, but he wasn't fast enough. The storm moved unnaturally and at a speed he could never dodge, trapping him inside. The sandstorm dragged him across the desert, Azrael felt his body spin inside the storm and sometimes hit the ground.
His body was dragged through the desert until it hit a wall hard,
Azrael felt his back go numb against the blow, he felt he couldn't move because of the impact. The blow against that wall caused his back to split and left him paralyzed, but that was not the worrying thing.
The worrying thing was that the sandstorm was still pressing him against the wall and he could do nothing to avoid it. He didn't have the strength or the ability to do so, he could only stay alive.
His ability shined and he kept his body as well as he could but he was not fast enough, the sand was like sandpaper passing through his body and small cuts were constantly appearing on his skin like a tide.
Suddenly the wall split in two and the sand stopped following him and was gone as if it had never been there.
Azrael spun on the ground and his body lay on the stone floor, his body was sprawled out and he could not move.
He had broken his neck, but instead of dying he was paralyzed. It was not only his spine that was broken but also his neck. There was no movement in his body and there was even no golden light on his body, indicating that his ability was active.
He had almost no mana, but he had enough to heal himself.
Twice he had already been on the verge of death.
'I hope it doesn't become routine' he said with annoyance.
When he fell into the hands of his enemies it was something premeditated so he could come here freely without the worry of someone chasing him. But even in that situation he took two of his pursuers with him.
But now he could not even resist, this was a humiliation in every sense of the word.
'Let's cure the most important thing, just to be on the safe side' His ability was activated.
The bone in his spine glowed, he looked like a firefly with the glow on his back. His body released small contractions before finally moving.
Azrael moved his body, leaving it face up, and then looked at his surroundings.
His eyes looked at the columns of the building he was in, everything was built with yellow polished stone, there was no art in the building it was modest and affordable. The building was built in a circle and in the middle of the building there was a skylight. But it was in ruins, the columns were cracked, the skylight looked like it would fall at any moment, even now small stones were falling from one side.
Through the skylight the three moons could be seen, the three moons shone brightly much brighter than the moonlight on earth.
'Is it because of the size of the sun?'
Azrael's eyes went to where he entered and noticed the stone doors. All this time the storm beat against the door until it opened.
He stood up and looked at the entrance, not realizing that a figure dressed in white cloth was looking at him from behind, her eyes glowed with a golden light before disappearing at Azrael's movement.
His eyes peered through the doorway, he squinted suspiciously. He was sure that sandstorm was a living thing of some kind. But the storm did not follow him nor did it continue to attack.
'Strange, why didn't it follow me? Did it bring me here on purpose?' Azrael suspected. But it's not like he cared either.
"Now I don't have to worry about finding shelter."
Azrael looked the other way, the opposite side of the door there was a closed corridor, he couldn't see the end of the corridor because it was divided on both sides. He walked down the corridor and reached the end, the right corridor was collapsed, at the top of the wall small rectangular windows allowed the light to enter.
Walking down the left corridor, everything was dark because the only window path was so small that they did not illuminate and they were in a very high position so they only illuminated the wall and did not illuminate the entire corridor. The corridor was divided again.
Badly wounded Azrael reached the end, looking towards the end of the intersection.
Azrael watched as the corridors darkened. To the point of absolute darkness and at the end a white light could be seen at the end.
Azrael, mesmerized by the scene, walked towards it, ignoring the pain, ignoring his lack of balance due to his badly injured leg.
When he reached the end he came across the same type of room as when he entered this place, a triangular room supported by pillars and in the middle a skylight. But this skylight is different.
"Ahh" He sighed deeply with amazement, his eyes did not take off from that white light coming out of the skylight.
The white light didn't illuminate the room completely even though it was intense enough to do so, instead it looked like a luminous, transparent white wall. Azrael could see the other side of the room through the great column of white light.
He felt fear, an ethereal fear that made his bones contract making them feel rigid, his hair stand on end as never before, his heart racing through his body as if it wanted to flee.
Without realizing it his breathing was agitated and rapid.
Trembling his fingers touched the light, it was warm, not hot but not cold either. It was the perfect temperature, an intoxicating temperature that could not be created by natural means.
The wounds on his hand healed and his body recovered, at a speed he could not imagine or even perceive.
Azrael looked at his body and there were no wounds on his body.
Intoxicated by the light, Azrael slowly entered the column of light and walked with his body bent, in the middle of it he felt something sacred.
His gaze looked up and saw a feather.
The feather was perfect white and smooth, one only had to see it to know that it had an unimaginable softness that not even the most luxurious person could afford.
His hands came close to the feather, so close that he could grasp it, but his fingers withdrew. It was as if he knew he should not take the feather in front of him.
'Take it' A voice whispered in his ears, it was a soft and calm voice.
'Take it' he said to himself.
His hand reached out and took the tip of the feather with great care.
|Chosen path: Angel|
A window appeared in front of him releasing him from the spell he was in.
"What the fuck?"