Bloody Odyssey

Chapter 104 104: No Escape I

In a matter of seconds, he had transformed into a towering pillar of grotesque, writhing flesh. The monstrous form pulsed and twisted unnaturally, a nightmarish abomination that defied all laws of nature. A massive demonic mouth hung wide open in the center of the horror, jagged teeth glistening with dark ichor.

From that horrifying maw, vile words of damnation escaped his lips, each syllable carrying the weight of eternal suffering and pure, soul-crushing hatred.

"What have you done 99?"

Dax smiled like a proud father, his eyes gleaming with deep satisfaction and quiet approval as he watched the chaotic evolution unfold.

"It's paining meeee… AHHHHHH!" Kakarai screamed like a sinner dragged into the deepest pits of hell. His voice was raw, broken, and filled with unbearable agony that echoed across the battlefield, sending chills through everyone who heard it.

Sensing the ominous presence building up behind her, Nadia turned for a split second. Shock covered her gaze, her heart pounding with disbelief. What is really going on? This thing is definitely not of this world. Fear and confusion swirled inside her, mixing with her unyielding resolve.

Kakarai was now the perfect image of what one would perceive as evil. He had become closer to the eldritch once more. On the other side, two extra wings sprouted from his twisted form. Half his face was rotten and decayed, flesh peeling away in ugly strips, while the other half remained untouched by time, creating a horrifying contrast that made the stomach churn.

He had taken on the appearance of the child the Apostle had killed earlier. The last time we had a problem like this was from the high humans.

"But now… what will I call this?" the Angel muttered, his voice laced with dark curiosity and growing unease.

He stretched his hand forward, power radiating from his palm. "The high humans didn't wish to fall under the rules of the god realm… and in the end, they faced destruction."

"The god realm is moving. We are returning to the time of old. But humanity's fate will still be the same." His words carried a heavy finality, filled with cold certainty and ancient malice.

From above, Dax boiled in deep rage. His usual calm completely shattered, replaced by a burning fury that made the air around him tremble.

"What is wrong, honey?" Madeka leaned closer, her eyes following Dax's intense gaze. "Ooh," she smiled softly, a mix of understanding and amusement in her voice.

"He killed the seed you planted." Dax raised Cil to his lips, his voice low and dangerous. "Just this once." At the end of his words, he let go of Cil.

"Use my, blade, Nadia."

Dax's tone was low, but from below, Nadia heard everything clearly. The words resonated deep in her soul, filling her with renewed strength and determination.

Just then, there was a loud explosion from the pillar of flesh. A deadly wave of controlled blood blasted outward, colliding violently with a rotten sword that descended toward him. Each wave of blood spewing from his lips reduced the tower of flesh, but he didn't stop, his screams of pain mixing with unyielding fury.

Just then, a gentle torrent of water blasted from the northern rivers, washing over the Angel with surprising force.

"What is this?" The Angel laughed mockingly at first, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Are you trying to wash off my decay?"

At first, it didn't seem to do him any harm. Until his eyes narrowed in dread — a deep, genuine fear that hadn't been shown since the beginning of the battle. The laughter died in his throat as panic began to set in.

In the north of the city's river bank, Maya rested while her personal guards watched over her. If anyone saw her, they would say she was a careless leader.

She had to free her mind, and this was the only way she knew.

Just then, she was pulled into the depths of the river, which stunned Byako and Elia. Byako readied his mind to jump in, but was stopped by Elia.

"This is the will of our goddess."

Softly, the waters rippled, slowly taking on the form of a woman. Her head dropped to her hand as if sad.

Glory to the one who oversees all waters.

The Water Lady looked at them, then at the chaos in the distance. She blasted a torrent from her palm — soft and inviting, yet holding something far deeper, a power that carried both gentleness and unstoppable force.

"My life force… is being washed away. I need to move."

Just where is it?

The Angel, not given enough time to fully manifest, tried to escape. But the moment he let go of his attack to flee, it created a chance for Kakarai's attack to hit.

Not only was his life force being washed away — now his very life was in danger.

In Nadia's grip, Cil screamed.

A silent wail that scraped against the inside of Nadia's skull, making her teeth ache and her vision blur at the edges. The crimson edge shimmered dangerously in her grip, pulsing like a living heart, drinking at her energy with insatiable hunger.

Everything turned toward her.

The rubble. The corpses. The very air itself. Cil's presence dragged the attention of every living thing within the devastated city — insects crawling from the cracks, birds taking flight from distant rooftops, rats scattering through the sewers. All of them looked. All of them knew.

Nadia swallowed hard.

Fear coiled in her chest — cold, heavy, and painfully human. Her hands trembled around the hilt. The sword drank greedily, and she felt herself growing lighter, thinner, as if she were being peeled away layer by layer. A deep terror gripped her heart. How is he able to wield such a thing?

She thought of Dax. Of the way he held Cil like an extension of his own arm. Of the way the blade sang for him, never fighting, never feeding, never hungry.

Her teeth clenched tightly.

No.

Resolve steadied her shaking hands. She would not fall. She would not be consumed. She was Nadia, she was a warrior— she wasn't going to be defeated by a blade.

"Stop it, Cil."

Dax's voice drifted from above. Calm. Unhurried. Like a father scolding a child who had played too rough.

The blade obeyed.

Its hunger receded. The crimson edge dimmed. And from deep within the metal, a warmth bloomed — small, hesitant, and almost generous. A little portion of its power flowed into Nadia's palms, her wrists, her heart.

She gasped, a mix of relief and awe washing over her.

The fear did not vanish instead it quieted as she raised the blade ready.