“Silva, it doesn’t really matter who you are. I still don’t understand everything properly, but I know you are still the same person you’ve always been,” Quin said.
At this point, everyone had basically accepted Silva, but Michael suddenly stepped forward.
“Traitors, all of you, siding with the enemy,” he spoke.
“Michael, this is Silva, the Silva you know,” Aaron said.
“And so what? I have sworn to myself that I’ll rise to become like the heroes and destroy the demons and all races attached to them. Yet now you expect me to accept one like that? If I had known his true nature, I would have killed him long ago.
There was only one reason I approached you, Silva: I felt that with you, I could rise high enough to battle the demon kings and fulfill my dreams,” Michael said and walked towards Silva.
“Michael, I am the same person. Race and status don’t change who I am; you have to see me for who I am, not based on what you’ve been told,” Silva said.
“Told? Told? I wasn’t told anything. When I was only eight, my brother was attacked by beast men. He hid me in the bushes before they came. They tore him limb from limb right before my eyes; his blood spilled before me, his shouts reaching my ears.
I was frozen in fear, unable to do anything—I watched him get mutilated by those evil creatures!” Michael yelled.
“And so what?” Silva snapped.
“Do you know how many beast men are killed daily? How many fairies, spirits, magical beasts, and other races? Do you know the brutality that humans have put them through? No race is inherently good; you just happened to see the bad side of one.
Do you think your sad story justifies hate against a whole group of races? Are you dumb? Do you think the world revolves around humanity?
Do you feel I am less of a human because I have dragon blood in my veins? You carry a hypocritical stance and stand against me,” Silva said.
From the very beginning, he knew there was something off with Michael. He could never really see a real connection, and now the truth had shown itself.
Michael gritted his teeth in anger. He didn’t want to admit that what Silva said made sense, so he decided to block out Silva’s words and do what he wanted.
He took out a sword and pointed it at Silva. “I’ll cut you down right here and now.” frёewebηovel.cѳm
“Michael, stop this. You can’t even scratch Silva, and you know this,” Aaron tried to persuade him.
“Silva, don’t fight; your mother is here,” Silva’s dad said.
Silva turned his head to look at his father. “Dad, everyone must grow. There are decisions I have to make as a man, and I can’t back down from this duel,” Silva said, then looked at Lily.
“Lily, create a space around me and Michael; no one is allowed to interfere with our fight,” he said. She nodded and did just that, giving them enough space and pushing the rest out.
“Michael, with the stance you’ve taken, there may be no coming back from it. If you attack me with that sword, I will not hold back against you,” Silva warned.
“Go and fuck yourself, demon scum,” Michael cursed.
“WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB? Just let go of your hate and anger—I had nothing to do with what happened to your brother,” Silva yelled.
The yelling seemed to piss Michael off even more, and he charged at Silva. Silva did exactly what he said he would do; he didn’t hold back.
He pulled out the Abyssal Blade and charged at Michael. All Michael saw was Silva disappear from his position and reappear behind him. Silva’s base speed was already faster than Michael’s eyes could follow.
Silva slammed the broad side of his sword on Michael’s back; the sound of bones cracking filled the air. Michael shot through the air and slammed into the wall of the dome.
Michael fell to the ground, unmoving. The scene shocked everyone watching. Silva’s parents wanted to stop him, but they understood that there were things that had to be done—Michael was the one who raised his blade.
“Heal him,” Silva said, and Lily healed him. Michael got back on his feet after being healed.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” he asked.
“Kill you? No, I can’t kill a friend. I’ll beat common sense into that dense head of yours until you give up,” Silva said.
“Don’t mock me, Silva!” Michael charged again.
“I’m beginning to think you are too stupid,” Silva said before kicking Michael across the face, sending him flying again.
The back-and-forth process kept happening. Michael would get hit, then come back again, and Silva would smack him down repeatedly.
Finally, Michael couldn’t take it anymore and gave up, but he refused to forgive or accept Silva. So, a portal was made for him to leave after Silva was begged to let him go.
“Michael, it may have been short, but I appreciate the friendship we had,” Silva said to the departing Michael.
“You’ve made a mistake allowing me to leave here alive, Silva. I will inform the kingdom about you, and they will come for you. I’ll make sure you die,” Michael said.
“Haha, Michael, you have no depth. Do you think you’ll be special by doing all this? Do you believe you’ll get some reward?
I give your kingdom twenty-four hours to attack—that’s the only time you’ll be able to catch me off guard, because I’ll be making plans after that.
If you don’t kill me in the next twenty-four hours, you will never get that chance again. Your time is ticking,” Silva said, and Michael walked through the portal.
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Immediately after Michael appeared in the forest, he wanted to start running to the kingdom, but he saw Silva standing before him with a sword.
Michael didn’t know how to react, but before he could even react, his head was already flying in the air. The clone caught the head and burned it with Abyssal Flames; he did the same to the body, then vanished from there.