White Well's goal was to cloud Alyon's mind with drugs and use him just as Gulag used Godfrey. If he found a solution to the orc danger on the World of the Six Civilizations, the Orc Steppes were promised to him, and an entire continent would turn into his personal experiment field.
"Don't worry, your Lineage Power will still be with you. Despite all the research, we couldn't find the physical basis of energetic transformation. Of course, we had a lot of test subjects in our hands; even if other civilizations forget those times when orcs ruled the World of the Six Civilizations, we haven't forgotten."
The Chief Researcher continued to speak as if there was someone before him; even though Alyon, suspended unconsciously inside the giant glass bell, didn't hear what he said, White Well continued his monologues in the form of a dialogue.
"It is impossible for us to forget those days when people without magic power or physical strength were treated like trash, when intelligence had no value. Well, even if you eventually had to scatter in the face of our intelligence, you decided to hold your heads high again after centuries.
We have no intention of returning to those days. No matter how strong you are, we will bring you to your knees again somehow, and this time we are coming to wipe your whole race off the face of the earth!"
White Well, speaking to remind himself of his motivations, took one of the pens with different colors in his pocket into his hand to note down the levels of the gradually decreasing drugs. As a scientist, he had to record the stages of the experiment, and he was following the procedures without succumbing to his ambition.
"We are close, we will be there in half a day!"
When Wrestler shouted from ten steps behind, Nafız increased her speed a bit more; for the half-naked power animal, the tracking job was turning into torture. It didn't matter if it was flat plains, mountainous areas, or steep slopes, Nafız managed to maintain the same speed.
When hours passed since Wrestler gave the time, the situation didn't change either; while the scorching rays of the sun gave way to the mysterious glitters of the moon, they entered inside the deep valley at full speed.
"The entrance of the facility is inside this valley, I can say it's at an hour's distance!"
"I understand, Wrestler you will go ahead!"
The person calling himself Conan the Barbarian paused in the face of what he heard, and then the sound coming out when metal strikes metal echoed along the valley, and more than once too.
"It's time to meet this Apostle skilled in energy. You go and try to save Alyon, I will be right behind you!"
Wrestler couldn't wait any longer; he began to run into the darkness, and Nafız, coming a breath behind him, spread her blood-red Life Energy like a flowing river. It was as if a red sun had risen; the twilight that had just passed was seen inside the valley again.
"Stop hiding in the shadows and let's settle our accounts. Or will you run away like the previous time?"
No answer came; a few more attack attempts were made towards the running power animal, but they were all blocked by the blood-red energy Nafız surrounded him with, and the Blood God stopping running had now taken her place between the Apostle and Wrestler.
"Hide, let's see, how much longer will you rely on the protection of the darkness?"
"Protection of the darkness? You ignorant orc, you don't even know what I am, do you?"
The Apostle, understanding it couldn't destroy the enemy with sneak attacks, appeared, but a second later it disappeared from sight, and Nafız knew very well where it went.
"No passing through here!"
Nafız, knowing she couldn't hold it with her energy or any technique, hurled dozens of small balls she took out of her ring, and a wall of light suddenly appeared behind her. A painful scream was heard; while piercing through even energy barriers, the Apostle had to flee back this time.
"Perhaps I don't know what you are, but I know what you are not. I also know why you waited here instead of attacking us on the road, therefore the matter between us will be resolved exactly here!"
The black silhouette, taking shape from the nooks of the steep slopes of the valley blocking the moonlight, took its place twenty steps away from Nafız. Its shape wasn't different from a human, but looking at it, no detail other than darkness could be noticed; the Apostle was as if it was the embodiment of black.
"You finally managed to notice my weakness against the light element, but what does it matter, as long as I don't touch it, it cannot harm me. The only thing I have to do is, after killing you, destroy the other weird existence and ensure the researcher brings his army to the light of day!"
The Apostle was almost untouchable; it easily bypassed the energy barriers stopping the others, but like everyone and everything, it also had a weak point. The Apostle clad in darkness wasn't loved by the light energy, and it couldn't pull it into the darkness wrapping its body and ignore it.
"How comfortably you speak like that; being the servant of a fallen dragon with a broken tail seems to have given you great courage!"
The moment Nafız completed her words, she had to draw her daggers and defend herself; the Apostle, practically teleporting from where it was, had made a move to cut her throat a breath later. It had two knives made directly of dark energy in its hands, and Nafız's weapons, the gift from the Reward Dungeon, wouldn't withstand the violence of this attack.
When Nafız, hurled all the way to the front of the wall made with light energy, took a defensive stance again, she had two other weapons in her hands; these were the daggers Mora used during training. When the Apostle saw this change, it didn't continue its attack; the breaths coming out of its nose were seen, obviously the embodiment of shadows was extremely angry.
"How can a low-level life form like you know the glory of the Master? You are an ignorant orc not knowing the times he ruled a whole world, when living creatures of all kinds knelt before him. You are drunk due to a little power you obtained, but I will let you taste a piece of the power of the Blessed King of Elements."
Only black stripes were seen; while the apostle, sometimes taking shape and sometimes mixing into the shadows, attacked from every possible direction, Nafız answered with the Life Energy unique to her. Dozens of blow exchanges happened; the Blood God was the party remaining on the defense, and with every clash of the weapons, a part of the blood-red energy forming her aura left her.
"Futile efforts; no matter how much it is, the darkness of the Master will make all energies submit. He didn't attain his powers by chance or through someone's grace like you. He was the heir of the Sky Dragon Kingdom from the moment he was born.
His darkness appeared when he left his dynasty for the one he loved, penetrated him with her death, grew when he was separated from his children, and deepened enough to materialize with the betrayal of humans. I am the carrier of an element that passed all these stages; an orc like you cannot cope with the might of the Master!"
The Apostle obviously possessed information related to the past of the person they called Master, but Nafız guessed all the things said were related to the time he was a Dragon King. Thanks to a Reward Dungeon, she had seen that he passed through other paths when he incarnated as a human in this world and possessed the memories and the things he brought from his previous life.
"Actually, you can speak quite nicely, but the logic you construct is so wrong that even your raspy voice that will make me vomit cannot cover it up!"
Upon everything told, Nafız didn't hesitate to provoke her rival; if it were someone else, they would at least be uneasy upon the Apostle's mysterious words, but the Blood God, while waiting for the new attack, was watching the flower patterns on the daggers shine blood-red.