Ten hours went by since the start of the War.
The crucible was riddled with corpses all around.
The eyeball caras only caught dead bodies. The stench had beco nauseating but the soldiers had beco accustod so no one felt odd or disgusted.
Pieces of flesh, brains, intestines, hands, legs, eyes, ears, tongues, barely alive n, barely walking n. The Crucible had beco a dustbin of a butcher. But instead of chickens, there were Humans. Humans suffered the sa fate as animals today.
The cries had beco less and less since the start of the war. The voices beca lower, the clashes of steel still rang out but it had beco tiring and lethargic.
Also, at the start of the war, the whole Crucible was filled with soldiers but now, the soldiers had beco less. Their number was still the sa but the soldiers who were alive had beco less.
The Cannibals were left to nothing as only the Humans and Vampires shared the Crucible now for a good fight.
The soldiers who were alive were covered in blood from head to toe. They weren't sure anymore if it was their blood or their enemies. It tasted all the sa. It looked all the sa. They would have stopped fighting altogether if not for their purpose. They had only purpose in this war. They had vowed about this purpose. The only purpose they had for their life, and if not for their life, then just for this war, their only one purpose was:
Victory Of Pablo.
They were fighting for Pablo. Fuck the glory. Fuck the dals. Only Pablo's victory mattered and they would make sure he gets it.
They were fighting for ten hours now. They had forgotten everything but their purpose. Pablo had made sure to drill this purpose inside their minds and their minds kept only this purpose alive and killed everything else.
Their hands had beco lead, their legs had beco loaded with heavy tal chains, or they had beco rotten cheese. Their bodies cried for sothing called rest but their hearts called for blood.
Their mind kept giving them strength. Their minds kept making them stay on their feet and swing their weapons. Their mind pushed itself past its limits to push them past their limits. They would not lose. They would not die. They would not give up. They shall win. They shall, must, will, would, always win.
Victory Of Pablo.
Victory Of Pablo.
Victory Of Pablo.
Victory Of Pablo.
Only one chant rang inside their whole body and that was enough to keep them going.
Apart from these soldiers, there were so others as well.
Like Draxus.
The man was inside his shadow and he was still the assassin type. But this ti, he wasn't alone in the shadows.
Hena and Sera were with him as well.
Hena had lost her stamina three hours ago and Sera was inside Draxus' shadow since Pablo had sent her. She was feeling fine now but Pablo told her to stay inside anyway. She obliged her dear and stayed inside the shadow.
Hena was tired and she was still tired so she remained silent inside Draxus' shadow and just rested.
Draxus wasn't faring well either but until his Czar won't tell him to stop, he won't do it. He would keep killing.
Leaving Draxus, there were so soldiers who were in the worst condition.
The Eight Slaves.
Snow, Lashes, Ebony, lon, Young, Pimple, Brownie, and Bush.
Four boys and four girls.
All of them were Egoless, hence, they were weaker than every soldier present in the Crucible.
The fact that they were still alive was sothing to take pride in itself.
Four hours ago, all of their bodies had raised the white flag. All of them had fallen on the ground as their bodies had given up.
But since they were in the middle of the war, the only ti soone could fall on the ground was after being a dead body.
So they tried to get up but no matter how hard they tried they couldn't get up. Their hands and legs had beco noodles. They couldn't feel their body anymore.
As a result, they had asked Pablo for advice as to what they should do now? They told him that they were beyond tired and it was taking everything for them just to talk with him.
Sera also heard these eight slaves and through her mind she asked Andrezj, her guardian angel, if he could heal them or restore their health.
But Andrezj had shook his head. He couldn't do it.
Sera was shocked to hear that as he was the strongest angel. Sothing like that should be easy for him.
She asked him for the reason for his refusal and Andrezj told her honestly.
The male angel was using his spells, powers, skills, to kill the enemies who were coming towards Sera since the war had started. Also, he had used his powers to make the soldiers immune to the effects of the Crucible.
He was working over ti to keep Sera safe and since he wasn't a God, he was also running low on strength and stamina. He only had a little reserve left inside him and he planned to use it only for Sera. He won't waste it on soone else.
Sera had no choice but to agree to that as she knew Andrezj won't prioritize anything or anyone more than her safety.
But the eight slaves' problem was genuine so Pablo decided to help them to take so rest.
He had told them to cover themselves in ashes, put so blood all over themselves and lie around Jaun Elia. This way, Jaun would also stay hidden while he wrote and the eight slaves would be able to rest.
For safety, Pablo told them to place so more dead bodies above them and change their black demonite armor to the brown armor of the Cannibals.
The eight slaves agreed to that and they acted on Pablo's idea right away.
Since they couldn't stand up, they dragged themselves, reached near Jaun and after fifteen minutes, they were finally resting.
anwhile, Pablo Castillo.
The man was standing in front of a Cannibal.
Nothing special, right?
Wrong.
The special thing was…
It was the last Cannibal alive in the Crucible. Or…
In the whole world.
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