Chapter 104: Despair and hope (II)
Jamas could not believe what was happening on the streets of his town. His sight was too weak to discern the identity of the ones responsible for such carnage, but he could see a fiery form and a bolt of lightning crossing through the streets.
All the demonic beasts, the creatures that had kept the town’s survivors in a state of utter fear and despair, were being butchered, burned, and blasted to pieces, no different than ants before the might of lightning and fire.
Jamas could not take his eyes off the carnage. With every demon’s death, a sense of righteous justice arose in his heart, a fierce satisfaction in seeing those monsters that killed his friends and neighbors being annihilated.
His heart pounded in his chest with a strength he believed was gone as he witnessed the fiery figure and the lightning bolt wreak havoc on the demonic horde. Each demon’s death was a blow against the darkness that had enveloped his life since the apocalypse.
There was a massive number of demonic beasts in the city, easily surpassing one thousand, but they were being slaughtered at such a shocking speed by the fire entity and lightning bolt that in less than ten minutes, there was not a single one left. The streets were littered with charred remains and smoldering bodies, the stench of burnt flesh filling the air.
Jamas saw how the fiery figure and lightning bolt returned to the center of the town and remained steady for a few seconds. Just as he wondered what would happen next, he heard a powerful voice echo across the town.
"The demons are dead! Come out to obtain medicine and food!"
’A human voice!’ Jamas’s eyes glowed with thrill as he heard that voice. It was young yet carried a deep sense of might and power, but most importantly, it was human. A feeling he had thought was gone from his soul began to rise.
Hope.
Jamas’s eyes began to glow as he allowed himself to believe that maybe this was not the end. Maybe the demons could be taken down, and humanity could rise once more. It was dreadful to allow hope into his heart, as the fall would deal a deadly blow, but he felt this was the right thing to do, that he did not have to give in to despair.
People began to emerge from their houses and approach the two figures. While the inhabitants of Frost Town did not know them, and their power made them terrifying, they had killed the demons, and most importantly, they offered food and medicine, something they desperately needed to survive.
Jamas saw the town’s people going to the duo, and his eyes immediately turned to his unconscious wife and children. This was his chance to save them, and he began to use every ounce of power he had in his body to try and get up, but he was simply too weak. He had been without food for several days, and the only thing that had kept him conscious was the fear that if he fell asleep, his family would not be alive when he woke up.