Edda was waiting for Saitron and the others on her horse.
"Where is it?" he asked impatiently, he had been waiting for this moment for too long.«At Penge, we should look for a certain Cornelius XIII».«Let's go, there's no time to waste» As soon as they were all in the saddle, Edda felt the magic emanating from Sakna: «Damn it!».After all the havoc caused by Saitron's soldiers, her anger could only be unleashed and she knew it well. Fortunately he knew where to look: «My dear Saitron, you have really been of great help to me» he turned to him showing him the most bewitching of smiles.«My lady, thanks to you we will make our dream come true» he turned to look at his pupil, who smiled with satisfaction.«The time has come for our paths to part ways» Edda continued seriously."In what sense?" Saitron couldn't understand his speech. Edda said nothing else, dismounted, took a few steps away, uttered a spell in a forgotten language in a whisper and vanished before the astonished and frightened eyes of those present."Uncle what's happening?" he asked while he was trying to calm his mount as it circled and neighed.«Damn, damned witch» Saitron immediately understood that the woman had done nothing but use them and now wanted to take possession of what she had worked so hard to obtain: «We know where she is headed, we will find her and I will kill her» he said to his beloved nephew to reassure him . However, in his heart he feared that he would never see her again.Meanwhile, the souls of all those people had returned to their bodies and were slowly rising from the pile in which they had been piled up. The horses perceived the danger and became even more furious, some of the soldiers were unhorsed, once on the ground they noticed the dead who had risen."The dead!" one of the men said in horror, pointing in the direction of the bodies with a trembling hand. They all turned, seeing them they were struck by terror, escaping from there was their only thought, to hell with Saitron and their duty to serve him. The group of undead moved with difficulty, almost as if they had forgotten how to walk. General, who was also intimidated at first, shook off that unpleasant sensation, let out a scream and went on the attack. With one blow he cut off a man's head, his body, despite the mutilation, continued to walk with his hands outstretched, trying to grab him.«If you dare to escape, I will find you one by one and make you end up like pigs» he shouted at his soldiers who, knowing him well, decided that it was better to obey and also set out to attack those demonic creatures. Even though they cut off their limbs or skewered them over and over again, they did not stop advancing. Despite the mutilation of limbs, pieces of flesh and heads resumed their place or continued their crawl on the ground, which had become slimy due to the entrails. «General, what do we do?».«Cut, tear them to pieces» he shouted, more than that what else could they do, like kill someone who was already dead? Continuing their vain fight, they slashed with their swords anyone who tried to get close. Those who had been killed inside also came out.Sakna once looked for Edda in the court, not seeing her anywhere he understood that she had run away."We will find her," the old man's soul told her."You can swear to it" he raised his sword again and said in a loud voice: "Take your revenge" and pointed his sword at the soldiers, as a leader does with his army. Saitron and his nephew turned to look at her, as soon as she uttered those words, the eyes of the dead became red like flames and an extreme ferocity hit them, now they were no longer slow and clumsy, those who still had the chance jumped on the soldiers biting, tearing , digging with his hands inside their bodies. The others crawled, eager to drain every last drop of blood from them, to feed on their flesh«Let's go» Saitron ordered his nephew and they ran to the gate. They had to stop their escape immediately, those who had been murdered in their homes were already along the road heading to the castle."What can we do?" The young man asked full of fear, hugging him. There was nothing they could do, that was the bitter truth, he looked around there was no other way out, their end had come. The dead arrived at the gate, finding it closed, some stretched their predatory hands through the bars, others yanked it trying to unhinge it to gain entry, the ferocity that the dead possessed in those moments was so powerful that they would have killed anyone they were in front of . Luckily for Saitron the gate didn't seem about to give way so easily, some of the dead started climbing over it, the spears were too close to the stone arch above it and they were pierced. Their immobility lasted only a few seconds, holding onto the bars they pulled themselves down, tearing apart their bodies which no longer felt any kind of pain. They fell to the ground and got up, heading towards the men still alive, their insides spilled out onto the ground, their organs fell out, but nothing would stop them.Saitron took his nephew's hand and ran towards the entrance of the castle, they would have barricaded themselves in some room until that massacre was over. Against a wall, four trembling soldiers, covered by the blood that came out of their wounds, continued to strike only thanks to the force of desperation those masses of flesh that stubbornly wanted their end. When a man, missing both arms, with a piece of meat and a shred of cloth between his teeth, noticed the two fleeing men, he rushed towards them. Sakna stopped him: «Not him». The dead man groaned something, he could only obey, so he began to chew what he held between his teeth, going to look for someone else to vent his anger on. Saitron left his nephew's hand and went to her, kneeling down: «I beg you, I will say, I will do everything you want to know, but please spare us».Sakna looked for the little girl who had been raped and killed, she recognized her by her clothes, since her face was buried in the bowels of a boy with hair that must have been a beautiful light color, now it was covered in blood and pieces of his brain."You can't give me anything" with a nod of his head he told him to turn around. Saitron slowly turned around full of fear, at the moment in which an old man and a child were attacking his beloved grandson. The scream he wanted to let out died in his throat, the torment he felt at that moment was so great, his pupil, his beloved was dying, torn to pieces before his eyes and he was helpless. Why? he finally asked himself. It had been worth it, all that death, that pain to satisfy what now seemed to him only an absurd whim. Power, all the power in the world was not worth his loss, he now realized, he would have been enough to be satisfied with what he had, but that woman.Yes, it was her fault, she had convinced him, instilling in him that desire for power and supremacy day after day, he would have to listen to Xavier, if only he had had the chance he would have found her and killed her with his own hands . For Sakna it was useless to make speeches, to ask why they killed all those innocent people, human beings were made that way, poisonous snakes that would bite you at the slightest distraction and kill you. Despite all the eras lived on those lands, Sakna still couldn't understand it, not that she was better, even that bloody revenge of hers which might have seemed just, was nothing other than the victory of anger, of the most primitive instinct, over reason.«Edda» Saitron began to say «He is looking for something, a power, that King Ekaraoni jealously guarded. I wanted to get hold of it to become the new king. I believe it will serve the same purpose for you, but it will not stop at simple domination of Souldor." Sakna sat down on a stone bench next to a small fountain, she was tired. Tired of death, of the dead, of people who disturbed the dead and of the dead who annoyed her. Saitron followed her with his gaze, now there were only corpses in the courtyard, even if some of the undead were still dragging themselves on the ground despite the mutilations, like large, repugnant earthworms covered in blood. Sakna looked at the sword, turning it over, laid her eyes on that useless man and asked him: «How did Edda intend to kill me?»."He can't, he couldn't, not without that power." Sakna laughed, letting her fingers run along the length of the blade.He stood up: «Your revenge has been satisfied, now you can go to Tesì Zirtac». He held the sword with both hands and stuck the entire blade into the ground, a crack was created, which spread throughout the courtyard, from which came a light ranging from the most blinding white to the darkest red. At that point the souls of the soldiers also rose, they all headed towards the light and were absorbed by it. Xander's spirit looked at Saitron one last time, the man could not see what was happening, when the last soul crossed the threshold, the crack closed. When she raised the sword Sakna was surprised to see that the old man's soul was still there."I won't leave as long as she lives"«Do you know that I can't kill anyone and that she is a demigoddess?»."There are so many ways to get someone dead" His silence proved him right. Sakna began rummaging through the corpses of the soldiers, taking whatever money he could find. Saitron had gone to hold the body of his beloved to his chest, only a useless sense of guilt that would not have served to bring him back."Please let me talk to him one last time."«It's not possible for me, he just crossed over to the other side, until a soul is judged, it cannot be recalled» then that's what you deserve, you filthy bastard worm, he thought.Taking a horse, he opened the gate, went beyond the pile of bodies that had remained outside, finding the woman with the child and the old man."You didn't manage to kill them with your own hands, but you saw them die, which is little consolation." She left towards Penge, determined to stop Edda and perhaps this time she would be able to free herself, leaving Saitron to torture himself in his pain.