Another Attempt On Convincing Sadari

With another couple of minutes passed, the road near the trapezoid building was filled by chaos with the two Sadari's resurrected comrades' recent appearance. Furthermore, the hybrid-beast comrades plunged their blood-constructed Naginata onto the ground that held the blood wormholes on each of the two frightened policemen's feet.

The policemen kept constantly screaming as their legs were sucked deeper into the depth of the active wormholes, resembling a quicksand. The beast-headed man hostilely watched the policemen keep being absorbed by the wormholes until no more traces of them were available in their sight.

Whereas, Kenta calmly ducked to the left door of the empty N.T.P.D's car especially with him perceived an affirmative glare toward the two bear-headed men from afar. Brown electrical strings briefly surged out from his wrist the longer he sharpened his furrow at the undead who were now surveying the surroundings.

Unbeknownst to both Kenta and the corpse soldiers, a shrouding-violet purple eyeball hovered in the sky above. The eye constructs heedfully observed any living being available on the scene, similar to a hitman attempting to pick the target of assassination.

The first observation target was an armored officer who tried to crawl away but was chained by the bloody wormhole beneath his stomach. He was indeed noticed by the hawk-sight of the bear soldier as he plunged the razor-edge tip of the Naginata into the road, forcing the man to growl in agony as his body was slowly dropped into the depth of the wormhole.

However, the levitating his rotated its direction onto the left side and captured the glance of Kenta slowly got up his ducking feet. The eye rotated its puil until the vision shifted into a purplish saturation for capturing a sight of thundering brown energy gleamed within the photographer's chest, continuously lashed from left to right.

"Another….good audition cast member material…for my upcoming art." The eye whispered with an enticing, yet distorting tone. "Art..for my show….with Sparror become the main cast…and this one is also special too because I felt this energy is belonging to…a Morphion."

"Even…more special than…the forgotten hero of the Rising Sun, Sadari…" The eye added with its pitch, got higher, and shared a burst of laughter with a gleaming violet light covering its entire surface. "Maybe I should add him in…my upcoming final act, also I…..dig…more information about him…as….I…..tried…to fix…the beautiful voice at….same time…"

Afterward, the violet eyeball shrunk down without any physical traces left when it caught a glimpse of a bloody wormhole emerging behind Kenta. The photographer resiliently glanced back with him feeling his spine coldly shivered when the blemishing shriek of a woman captured his ears.

As Kenta turned around his sight, he witnessed Sadari emerge from the human-sized gulp of blood with an enraged stare shining on her face. The Corpse Woman pinned her eyes toward the photographer who bit his life, despite him clenching his punching fist that omitted surging-brown electrical strings.

"Time to drown in despair!!!" Sadari bickered with an infuriating voice as she pointed her Yusari at the photographer. The bloody wormhole smoothly popped out beneath Kenta who could only growl in shivering-franticness after he felt his body was forcefully being pulled inside.

"Please…help me…please…please!!!" Kenta pleaded even though the brown-electrical strings roared in less than a second.

Luckily, a blazing twister entered the stage in a sudden manner and gave a welcome gift to Sadari which she bounced away from the potential drowning victim. The Corpse Woman continuously shrieked the distorting growl in an agony as her body kept fleeing.

While The Flaming Hero steered around his assured glare onto the photographer and propelled the blazing hand in order to unleash a fiery wave. A fiery wave that vastly covered Kenta's entire body like a soft blanket, halted him from going deeper into the depth of the bloody wormhole.

Even though Sparror's hand staggered the more he held together the blazing construct to illuminate the bright-fiery light. The Flaming Hero hastily clenched his staggering hand and thrust it up to let a chance on seeing, enforcing his eyes to lock clear-glimpse of the sidewalk near the trapezoid building after declaring a quick survey for the safe landing spot

'Alright, that's…a good spot for me to teleport.' Sparror uttered through his mind in relief and closed the shimmering eyes.

Hence, both Sparror and the person who was enveloped by the warming flame construct vanished in the blink of an eye. The bloody wormhole was also shrunk down into nothingness when its priority prey's traces couldn't be touched anymore.

Meanwhile, the sidewalk near the trapezoid building became the spawning spot of the fiery door construct. The door construct voluntarily blinked out as a tribute for giving a chance on both Sparror and the photographer to enter the physical world.

A bemused look colored all over Kenta's face being dampened by frantic sweat as he tried to get up into a standing position. A frozen-shock wince was opened widely when he witnessed The Flaming Hero tenderly offer his opened palm toward, spawning a hovering fiery ball construct beside his left cheek.

"Are you okay?" Sparror asked politely with his contorting voice ringing out from the flickering-fiery construct.

Kenta nodded and swiftly accepted the opened hand before he uttered with a nervous tone, "I'm very okay…Mr.Sparror, right?"

"Just call me, Sparror," Sparror replied calmly as he aided the shocked photographer to gain a steady standing position.

The Flaming Hero sighed as he took a slight glimpse of the havoc caused by the Sadari's comrades. Then, Sparror reluctantly glanced back toward the photographer who was still dropping his jaw and he retrieved back the helping hand before he engulfed his entire body with a blazing cloth.

"Please, I suggest you go away from this area or find some safe places," Sparror ordered firmly with his lower body being devoured by an active-bursting torch, lined up two of his armored fingers on the forehead.

"Goodbye Mister and it's nice to meet you." Sparror declared a bid of farewell with his lined-up finger thrust to the above view.

His physical existence quickly blinked out from the very naked eyes of Kenta's surprised expression. A surprised expression was immediately replaced with a thrilling smirk as the photographer steered back his attention away from the disappearance spot of The Flaming Hero.

'Finally, I met Sparror directly and it's quite interesting." Kenta murmured with a thrilling tone through his mind before biting his lips in despondency, trembling the left clenching fist.

Kenta gasped and presumed, 'Even though there is one big problem for that.'

'A big problem… never mind.' Kenta added and ended his mind mumbling with him shaking his head with the picture of Yurik, convinced him to releasing a burst of high-pitched cheerful laughter echoed through his mind.

Therefore, the photographer rushedly ran away from the occurring crime scene between The Flaming Hero and the ancient hero alongside her two comrades. With each running step taken, Kenta prolonged the unnerving biting lips with a dimming-brown electrical string wrapped around his wrist.

'But I at least I can still observe and study Sparror like a good hunter.' Kenta mumbled through his mind and sluggishly sparkled his biting lips with an abrupt confident, yet predatory smirk.

The chaos within the main road began to become more hush as the two beast-headed monsters placed its Naginata in a calm demeanor like the front guard of the castle. Moreover, Sadari was now standing in front of her resurrected comrades and dropped the heating-enraged jaw when a flashing flame light appeared.

It revealed The Flaming Hero stood valiantly with him raising the affirmative clenching fist toward the corpse armies. Another declaration on having conversation with Sadari begun with Sparror perceived his eagle-eye stare onto the three of them, illuminating a flick of blazing string on the back of his neck.

"Sadari, scaring the citizens only made the problem worse." Sparror scolded firmly and continued to release his bold argument. "So please let us just end this conflict in the simplest way by trying to help the citizens or even joining me with the others.

Sadari chuckled in a baffling demeanor and grunted, "Why….did..did..you believe those people are worth it to be helped?"

"Because we are the heroes, Sadari and part of being one helping those who need it." Sparror countered. "Let me repeat again, I'm indeed apologizing for both me and the people who have forgotten you as the hero, but if you keep spreading fear to them…."

Sparror briefly closed his shaking eyes and groaned in downhearted demeanor, "I'm sorry to say this you..are no different than the villain you used to fight in the past."

The Corpse Woman indeed felt her beating heart was pierced by an arrow as held her chest with the shivering palm. She even gazed down at the road below with rapid-melancholic blood tears rained down, convincing Sparror to shine a pity feeling within his shimmering eyes.

"Yes, I still can see a potential…where you can be the hero of the Rising Sun once again," Sparror remarked with a jolly tone and raised his opened hand. "Because you never kill your victims in the first place, Sadari, which means there is still a chance of saving you from this path."

Sparror glared at a concerned face and slowly took an approaching step onto The Corpse Woman, "However, you have to stop scaring those people. It only gives you a bad image that you are just a desperate monster….."

"Living like that it's very painful in honesty," Sparror said with a worried tone as the fiery-ball construct flickered and shook his head. "Also let me repeat one more time…you can still be a hero in this era by doing heroic actions or activity…at least."

Then, a picture of Sparror encountered with the frightened man inside the burning hour flashed shortly within his mind and left him to blissfully giggle. Regardless, The Flaming Hero locked the joyful gaze toward The Corpse Woman who dropped her vibrating jaw in a bemused demeanor.

"Of course…people will first be scared of you." Sparror reassured as he was stepping the narrow distance of Sadari, "But they will get used to it, eventually."

Sadari grunted and tapped her chest with a distressed tone." You sure those, those, ignorant..ignorant people will remember me…me…as the hero."

"Or this…..just…part of….your insignificant trick?" Sadari countered with an irritation lingering inside her mind. A gleaming-molten light soared on The Corpse Woman's forehead and caught the interest of The Flaming Hero in sharpening his firm stare toward his opponent who was kept drowning in an unending sea of regrets within her mind.

Sparror shook his head, "No…I'm sure it's not a trick Sadari."

"Because…people only care about your actions," Sparror said with a stern, yet encouraging tone. "I truly believe you can do it, Sadari just like you did in the past especially on gaining trust to people as the brave hero, Sadari."

"A brave hero who save the citizen and made a glorious sacrifice to the world for stopping the mighty beast from 5 million years ago," Sparror added with a mixture of joy and thankfulness.

Sadari only felt both of her decomposing feet flabbergasting before a grimaced expression corrupted her entire face. She was just standing frozenly and witnessed the rotten skin on the hand abruptly morph into a silk-white human skin, raising a stunning stare within The Corpse Woman's decomposing eyes.

The appearance of Sadari's human skin fired up a surprised gaze within Sparror's lantern eyes. The Flaming Hero also caught the glimpse of the molten-red light slowly dimmed out from his eyes, embarking the sparkling glimmer of hope inside his mind as he happily chortled.

Unfortunately, Sparror began to halt his step when he witnessed a shrouding blood-red aura with the shape of a ring chained to The Corpse Woman's head. A distorting shriek resonated in the surroundings as Sadari held tightly her head with both of their hands, feeling the burning pain soaring inside her mind.

"Sadari.." Sparror uttered with a concerned tone, watching The Corpse Woman flash a blood-red light through her decomposing eyes. Then, The Flaming Hero suddenly frowned in despair and froze his stare when he glanced at the back of Sadari.

The two comrades behind Sadari were simultaneously solvated into boiling steam, fleeing across the late afternoon sky as she pulsated the harrowing scream. Hence, Sparror heedfully surveyed from left to right and he was forced to raise the call forth a flaming string strapping his cheeks after the survey was done.

His hawk eyes concisely captured the slight glimpse of both storming-blood twisters spun around on both the far left and right of his side. The Flaming Hero even witnessed Sadari eye him with a cold-furious stare after the harrowing scream ended, marking him with Yusari as the main target who must be eliminated on her list.

"Sadari, please we don't have to end this way." Sparror pleaded with a murmuring tone as he heaved the open palm. The blood ring briskly dispersed into red sprinkles and showered The Corpse Woman, heating up the enraged feeling as she exhaled the hefty groaning away from her lung.

"Let..me….tell…you….true reason bringing fear on those…ignorant citizens," Sadari announced with her mangling tone. "Because….it…increase….capability..capability of my power."

"A…power….that…I will return my era into this world…in a literal way.." Sadari added with a distorting warning and the human skin on the hand was now rapidly peeled off, returning to the rotten skin in less than a second.

Sadari squealed, "Enough…tried to convince me….Sparror!!!"

Sparror gasped and muttered, "You..meant by scaring all the people, you got stronger. Please, this is not the right way."

"You cannot just reset the world like that…Sadari." Sparror argued with a perturbed tone that appeared inside his contorting lung. "This is just…pure selfishness. Please reconsider this action, Sadari."

Afterward, Sadari reverberated a low-pitched disfigured growl and created a shocking soundwave that made The Flaming Hero shimmer a sparkling light inside his eyes with a surprised frown. The Corpse Woman let out the distorting hefty breath for ending her growl and called forth blood-mud construct that dampened both of her knuckles.

"Imagine if…those…people you used to save suddenly forget you especially when you wake up like me…." Sadari muttered and another appearance of the striking-blood ring construct chained her head shortly. "So....will….you do the…same, Sparror or you…will just ignore as if…nothing happens.

"And stop...mentioning my past.....Sparror. You only know....briefly.....I bet!!! Sadari added with burning frustration heated up her lungs. "Because right now.....it's just a forgotten story in all of those people eyes....!!!"

Sparror immediately blinked his lantern eyes with disheartened thoughts that boiled into his mind, shaking both of his shivering hands. A reluctant sigh blew out from his void-black mouth and forced him to mesmerize the ground below, digging the suitable counter for Sadari's statement.

Luckily, a bright light shone within his mind temporally and raised a rigid glowing furrow toward The Corpse Woman. Thus, The Flaming Hero engulfed his entire armored limbs with the blazing cloth as he took a brief sigh in order to let out an attempt of the precise counter toward Sadari.

A forgotten hero in the past who was still being corrupted by either her defiance on accepting the new era or possibly the blood power. The blood power that kept rupturing any thought of her heroic side with another blood ring construct emerged in a split second.

"Even though...I'm still not fully sure about answering this, but as for now, I will say..no for that, Sadari." Sparror said with a compressed, yet contorting tone with the hovering fiery ball vanished in the naked eyes. "I'm sorry, Sadari."

Sadari harshly impaled her Yusari onto the ground and hissed in an infuriating demeanor, "You….are…indeed…a foolish…hero…Sparror."

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