Chapter 9 Fate vs Blood

Qattara took out a chakram from her back and threw it to the Fallen. A harsh sound of metal clash could be heard in the vicinity as the man opened his eyes with surprise. This girl had clashed head to head against a monster who was infamous for its strength.

The Fallen looked at her with a cold look in his eyes. He saw the weapon wasn't a divine weapon that once belonged to a certain goddess.

" Fate Harvester? It has been a long time since I have seen it. I thought she was dead."

He spoke while cleaning his sword from its blood. The horrible stain of blood was absorbed into his body as his wound regenerated quickly. A sinister smile formed on his face as he recalled the past war. He remembered the joy of bathing in the blood of the so-called gods.

" Fallen, shut your mouth. I don't know why you are here, but you will leave this man alive."

Qattara said, looking at him with no fear. Somehow, her fear was diminishing and she felt more energized after touching the ground.

The Fallen cracked his head as he laughed maniacally with his crazed expression. He was enjoying the situation because he couldn't feel to be refreshed with this kind of emotion after so long time.

" My name is Gar aka Harvester of Blood. I have walked through eons, little girl."

Gar spoke while raising his sword. The bloodthirsty look on his face was increasing as he found Qattara was more getting interesting.

He dashed towards next to her and grabbed her wrist with a speed that couldn't be seen by naked eyes. His red eyes were solely focused on her face, indicating he wasn't done yet.

Shire*

Two weapons collided with each other as Gar blocked the scythe with his sword. His face got brighter than before.

" Yes, you even have the fate sealer. It seems that bitch is truly dead. Well, that is fine because she didn't belong to either of the sides. She was just an old antique who should be dead."

Gar said while slashing his sword. He grabbed the chain of the scythe as he pulled Qattara towards him to pierce her with his sword.

Qattara noticed this quickly and let go of her scythe. Then, she threw her chakram while pulling out a few knives from her bag. She scattered them on the ground, calculating the distance between the knives with her eyes.

Gar blocked the chakram with his sword and threw the scythe with despise. He found Qattara was rather boring and decided to end this meaningless time waste since he had no time left. The curse slowly eroded the vessel and he could feel the incoming sleep again.

" Damn, if I had a compatible body like him, I wouldn't be restricted like this."

He muttered, walking towards Qattara with a cold expression. The thick stench of blood came out from his body while coloring the area with red due to his immense power of his.

" Others should be in same as me. I should have commanded them to retreat. Oh well, it isn't a problem since I have a talisman with me."

He continued to chat himself while observing Qattara who was strangely waiting for him.

Drip*

He reached before her and lowered his head to meet her size. A smile formed on his face.

" It is useless, young lady. Even if you have divine weapons, you can't bring out their true power. Besides, your power is weak and your physique isn't that great."

He commented on her, lifting her face with his bloody fingers.

" You are going to dissolve soon, right? I have noticed that your body was acting weird and you have far more power than this."

Qattara said, gazing at him with her deep eyes. She could smell the stench of blood and hear the cry of the souls, but that didn't scare her at all.

" Interesting, it seems you have met my brethren before. Is it Baasx or Ahue, or even Kas'ew?"

He said while raising his hand.

Block*

He grabbed the chakram with his bare hand.

" That bastard wore all black. How could I see his true form?"

Qattara said while clicking her tongue with disappointment.

" Ah, I know who you are talking about now. So, you have met him."

Gar spoke, triggering anger within her.