Chapter 4: The Fool Vs Ashera Ibn Asad. 2
Her gaze drifted for a moment to the shapeless mass of flesh nearby. Nadir, broken, mutilated. Her husband and sons, amalgamated into a pulsating abomination. Even if she saved them, it was already too late.
"It’s one way of looking at things, Ashera..." The Fool replied, his voice distorted, almost mocking.
"I figured if that wasn’t enough, I’d pay a visit to your father directly."
"I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!"
Fueled by her rage, the ground beneath her feet melted, tongues of lava erupting. The planet’s temperature soared.
"Hm... That would be difficult, Ashera," he said calmly, his translucent hair floating in an unstable cosmic aura.
She lunged, swift as lightning. The Fool dodged the punch, grabbed her arm to throw her, but she dislocated her shoulder in an inhuman motion and delivered a roundhouse kick.
Her leg halted abruptly, blocked by an invisible force.
The patterns on her body glowed with a supernatural brilliance.
BOOM
An explosion of silver flames engulfed the area, devouring the air itself. The Fool vanished into the light. Ashera leaped back, breathless. She knew: it wasn’t over. It was never over.