Blood flowers scattered around. Nafız, using the special attack of Mora's daggers, was taking action following her words. The blood flowers, burning and destroying everything they touched, were falling from the sky like snowflakes.
The battle in front of the wall blocking the path like a white curtain of light was spreading to a wide area; the circle was narrowing for the Apostle attacking by hiding in the darkness. Despite this, the knives formed of dark energy didn't stop heading towards Nafız's body; the Apostle was attacking without caring about the flowers burning everything they touched and penetrating it.
"Did you think something like this would stop me? Being of my Master's darkness, I can swallow all energies except light. In the face of absolute darkness, they have no chance but to melt away!"
The Dark Apostle continued the battle without caring about the smoke rising from its body because it was happening exactly as it said. The black gravitational field around it was absorbing all other elemental powers except light energy, and this included Nafız's life force attacks too.
"Is that so? Let's see, whose energy is greater and whose energy will make the other's submit?"
Nafız, having the curtain of light behind her, didn't have trouble meeting the Apostle's attacks once she secured one direction, and it was also very easy for the blood flowers to find the body they contacted. It wasn't hard to fight the apostle whose movements were restricted thanks to the flowers unceasingly overflowing from the daggers.
"Let's see how long you will last; surely your life energy will run out soon, and you will die without me doing anything!"
The embodiment of darkness was highly confident; it thought the thing its rival spent was a piece of her lifespan, perhaps even the whole of it. As its darkness swallowed Nafız's vitality, it would have the upper hand in the battle and, without taking too long, it would go after the other man.
This was its plan; considering its abilities, it was quite logical, but when half an hour passed and the blood flowers continued to land on its body, it understood something was wrong. Its enemy showed not the slightest sign of weakness; her attacks were exactly as they were the moment they first clashed.
When an hour passed, the Apostle discovered the irregularity in its breath, and it wasn't alone in this regard. Nafız's impassive expression changed; in her eyes were the determined gazes of a hunter cornering its prey. The life energy released from her daggers as blood flowers began to expand, advanced towards the sky, and behind her, the image of a massive double-headed eagle took shape.
"Miserable Apostle, you are the emotional manifestation of a king, but I am the manifestation of God Bürküt. Now tell me, who will be the one giving up in this war of attrition?"
When the double-headed eagle opening its wings closed them again, blood feathers, each as large as an adult human's arm, set off towards the earth. There was no place to escape or hide; if it wanted to avoid this attack completely, it had to get out of the valley.
Even though this move was the most logical choice, Nafız's enemy was an Apostle, a warrior representing the power of the Master; how could it be afraid of meeting the attack of an ordinary orc? While the attacks piercing the bosom of the earth formed deep cracks on the ground, some disappeared inside the darkness; the Apostle had chosen to attack, but the real question was, how long could it withstand this?
Nafız's power came from God Bürküt, and the life energy she stored in the blood flowing in her veins was something gained through the deaths of thousands of people. Perhaps if it were the Master, he could oppose this with his own darkness, but the Apostle was merely a copy of him.
With its power, it created openings it could move through by absorbing other types of energy except the light element, but there had to be a limit to this feature. The Apostle wasn't a black hole, and apparently, it had reached the limits of its power; the first blood-red line was appearing on its dark body.
Once perfection was damaged, the rest would follow like a collapsing house of cards, and as a result of the battle lasting for about two hours, the Apostle couldn't escape Nafız's blood energy anymore. Taking all the attacks directly, it retreated, retreated, and began to flee by exiting from the other end of the valley where it laid the ambush.
"Both its Master and its Apostle, when shit hits the fan, they run for their lives without a second thought. Now, let's get to you, White Well!"
Nafız was defeating the Apostle of the Master, the secret but absolute power on the World of the Six Civilizations, whose arms extended to the insides of all civilizations, in a one-on-one battle. Defeating was one thing, killing was another; if she attempted to go after it, she would both lose the positional advantage and might be late to save her friend.
Nafız, deciding to go after Wrestler by passing through the opening formed on the light curtain, was advancing faster than before; it was as if she wasn't the person fighting for two hours. It was obvious she lost a large energy reserve; if it were someone else, they would be dragged to death's door, but it wasn't for nothing she took the name Blood God.
She continued by increasing her speed; after a while, when she saw the energy shield Wrestler was trying to overcome, this didn't change either. After shattering it and passing through in a single move, she neutralized a dozen more like it.
White Well hadn't left the entrance of the secret facility unprotected like his previous facility. His goal there was to draw Bookworm, whom he determined as his prey, down, to the Research Floor, but here his intention was obviously to work undisturbed. His Neo-Orc Army he created with his own hands was here, and he would defend using the latest inventions of his civilization until he prepared the person to lead them.
Energy attacks like the wrath of god were raining down on the duo entering the passes, and they had nowhere to escape on the narrow path. The blood-red energy overflowing from Nafız's body covered Wrestler; since Alyon was in an unconscious state, the Power Animal couldn't return to him, and even if it wanted to do this, it wasn't possible for it to succeed due to the distance between them.
"How much is left?"
"We are very close, conserve your strength! We cannot know what we will encounter!"
Wrestler had given his warning, but after his first words, it was impossible for Nafız to stop or slow down. She didn't deal with the traps, weapons, energy barriers, she just advanced in the direction the path took her.
When she finally reached the end of the tunnels branching underground, she was where she wanted; the face of the researcher in the white coat was right in front of her. The slant-eyed man didn't look panicked; they were looking at them together with Alyon inside a giant glass bell, missing his left arm and left eye.
Of course, the hundred orcs between the two groups had a large share in White Well's self-confidence; it was obvious each of these warriors in black armors were members of the Neo-Orc Army. Each possessed different bodily deformations; if not for their green skins and the teeth overflowing from their mouths, the symbol of being an orc, you could mistake some for wild creatures.
"Do you think you can stop me with these?"
When Nafız took a step, the blood-red aura headed to White Well after sweeping the Neo-Orc army warriors. Within seconds the body of the Chief Researcher would turn to a bloody pulp, but an unexpected thing happened at the last moment.
Alyon's energy, blacker than the night, swimming inside the light green liquid in the glass bell, met the attack and managed to repel it within seconds. Nafız took a deep breath; her friend was protecting an enemy against her, and the veins on the face of the Blood God experiencing this for the first time became prominent enough to pop out.
"Alyon, what do you think you are doing?"