A man kept running and running,he was out of breath but he did not stop. He bit his lips red blood trickling down his chin, and on his hand, a child covered in cotton clothes was crying.
A dozen men clad in black clothes were pursuing him radiating deep killing intent.
One of the men threw a dagger from behind,striking his right shoulder.
Aargh!. He shouted.
'Poison? He started feeling weaker blood seeping out of his mouth like water.
"He must survive I promised her, I will not let him die here"
He increased his speed he felt like his throw up his organs out but continued running until he reached a dead end.
In front of him was a lake stretching far but he did not give up he took a board made of wood that was buried in the sand, and he put the child on the piece of wood.
A smile formed around his face he touched the child's hair.
"Haneul, grow up well'
He then took a paper and put it inside the cotton clothes that were covering the child. The pursuers were closing in he pushed the wood towards the lake and it started drifting.
The man stood there and withdrew his sword. He blocked the path of the assassins one of the assassins lunged forward.
The assassin struck first. A flash of silver sliced through the darkness, aiming straight for the man's neck. But the man's reflexes were faster severing the neck of the assassin.
Three others step forward but we're cut down before they can even do anything.
The other assassins watching three of them being killed without doing anything sent shivers down their spine.
One started running towards the lake to kill the child but the man swung his sword toward the back of the assassin ending his life.
'Hoho'
A man emerged from among the assassins licking his mouth as if he had finally found his prey.
'Blood axe demon'.
The man spat and sent a chilling gaze toward the assassins.
"Weak"
Even the assassins flinched when the blood axe demon sent a chilling gaze towards them.
He stared at the man and took out his massive axe. The Blood Axe Demon's massive weapon came crashing down before the man could react. The axe tore through his chest, blood erupting in a crimson spray, and he stumbled backwards, collapsing to his knees. Each breath burned like fire, his vision blurring as life drained from him. The world tilted, sounds fading into a hollow echo, and all he could do was stare at the demon towering above.
The turned his gaze to the lake seeing the wood that the child was drifting away. A large storm was gathering on the sky.
"The child won't survive anyway, he will die,and even if he survives he won't come back"
He stared at the man lying down blood gushing out of his chest .The man was already on the brink of death.He signaled the assasing to return to the cult and turned his back and they disappeared like wind.
Out there in the lake a child was crying.The wood was drifting further and further and the sky turned darker.