The sky almost turns black. The alley begins emitting a slowly rising hum. the eyes and fangs of the slave start glowing bright blue. With a thunderous roar, a massive bolt of lightning crashes down from the sky, blinding people around for a moment. The weather starts to become hot, and the air chokes the group. Meadow and Iriel, regaining their sight, see a horrifying scene in front of their eyes.

A large black scorch mark is lying there under momentarily frozen Drachma’s feet. Though his skin and flesh are completely unharmed, some of his clothes fall off his body. The coins, emitting sparks, almost fall on the ground from his shirt’s pocket. Drachma catches them before they could touch the ground. Then he looks down to see the ground under him mostly burned and then goes back to pulling the screaming woman towards him again.

The slave male stands there in disbelief for a moment as he sees Drachma standing on his feet in one piece. Right after, he makes another blast happen. Eliel is blasted back with his armour smoking. His horns shatter down on the ground. Meadow runs to him and removes the smoking armour a bit, revealing a burned Eliel. From the intense heat, his very skin turned peach black with cracks through which his blood is flowing out. Seeing him like this, Meadow cannot control his own voice and ends up screaming out loud, "Eliel!"

Drachma brings the female slave pulling in front of his feet, takes out his sword and stabs the slave in her hand, stopping her from reaching for her gun. Her screams echo through the alleyway. "AAAAAAAARGH! BROTHER! HELP!!"

The male starts casting another spell. The alley, again, gets coated in an intense hum. Meadow and Iriel try to move Eliel's body out of the way. A bolt of far more intense lightning comes down from the sky and crashes on the ground, forcing the three to fall on the ground from its impact.

"LET HER GO DAMN IT!" he screams out, as he starts running towards Drachma with his bare teeth. The fury of a beast can be seen in the eyes of the slave. Only a look of fear is merged with his anger from seeing his sibling being attacked.

The clothes Drachma was wearing are nothing more than some loose cloth around his hips now. His weapon is heated by the intense strike of lightning. He sinks the blade deeper and deeper into the body of the screaming slave. Her blood starts bubbling from the heat. A hissing is heard as Drachma pushes the heated blade deeper into her body, cutting her flesh. Her wails of pain result in Drachma lifting up the corners of his lips and showing his fangs as he smiles sadistically. His nearly shut eyes are indicating his enormous happiness.

The male slave’s fangs and claws aim for Drachma's face as he reaches out to strike his sister’s torturer. Meadow, quickly clapping his hands, screams, “Beuming Fleud!” launching a thunderous wave. A robust crackle of thunder echoes throughout the chaotic alleyway. The slave is thrown back at least 10 feet, crashing into the trash cans. While attempting to get back on his feet he notices that his sister's screams have stopped. He falls to the ground. Tears start rolling down his cheeks as he starts wailing out in grief. His screams of sorrow slowly become raging screams of vengeance. A hum so intense covers the whole area this time. Its intensity causes almost all of the small objects to fall on the ground.

"I. Will. F***ing. KILL YOU! HER LIFE WILL BE AVENGED WITH YOUR BLOOD, YOU F***ING BASTARD!!!" His screams of rage shake up the entire alleyway.

T.B.C.

Writer: Alejandro Faverzani.

Artist: Nayeli Zelaya.

Co-writer and art editor: adifferentway.