Now that Elen is stationary and unresponsive, she has for unknown reasons decided to trust in Lid which puzzled him a lot. His upbringing of not trusting anyone caused large amounts of distrust to everyone, also explaining why he's alone most of the time.
Besides these thoughts, he could hear his stomping heart pulsate kilolitres of blood through his veins, he could feel a new strange sensation in his hands though. A weird tingling sensation, he felt individual parts of his hand, fibres, bones, joints, all of them, and he felt like something was trespassing into his body.
After ignoring it for a while-to not stop looking ahead, looking out for the slender large overshadowing figure, it became impossible to ignore-Lid looks down and notices that his finger was no longer marked in ink.
'Strange. I haven't washed my hands yet. How did it go away?'
Now intrigued, he reached into his bag and took out the antique chest, opened it with care, just looking at it killed him over and over, his heart tightened and sunk, his breathing became a little uncontrolled, but he persevered.
He took out the black notebook and looked at the strange inscriptions once more. No matter how hard he looks, no matter how familiar they feel, no matter how interested he is, he cant make out what it is or says.
Lid's ears twitch at the sound of the bushes rummaging and his body immediately enters fight of flight mode. Rushing, he put the notebook and the chest back, making sure he failed twice to put it back properly due to the nerve wracking fear he felt.
Completely forgetting that Delimon doesn't even make a sound.
After an awkward moment of continuous failure, he finally managed to put everything back properly in the bag and put the bag down next to Elena. He took out his dagger, and Elenas wakizashi, and he held them in his right and left hand respectively. Ready for the incoming monstrosity, abomination, vile being, which rebelled the laws of nature.
Damned sh*tty life, I was fine at the academy, how the hell did I end up here, what ridiculous twist of fate is this? As soon as i get the privilege of getting combat lessons I'm about to die? I thought the world is fair, how is this fair? In what timeline of possibilities am I ready to fight a Great Servant? I haven't even got a Flaw yet.
His thoughts began to blur, clouding his judgement, getting more and more anxious and nervous, his heart began to thump loudly once again, his ears, eyes, nose, and skin, all ready at all times, adrenaline pumping around his body at a ridiculous amount.
Should I run? She'd die anyway. Can the dead haunt me? Come after me? No they cant. But if i die i will never find out what happened to my sister, my mom, and most importantly my heroic father. You know what, running doesn't sound so bad.
But he never did. Not because he didn't want to, or couldn't, but because his guilt got the better of him, Elena, she fully believed him, yet here he is, contemplating leaving her alone and running,
Like a pathetic little b*itch.
I aint no b*tch, no, I am the Sword of Justice, I shall bring justice to all who deserve it.
And one way or another, Khalid is still a man. Emasculating himself, then restoring his sense of self, he somehow gained control over his thoughts once again.
Now he is in charge.
Slow and steady breathing, all the nervousness out in one go. He let it all out.
'AHHHHHHHH'
Causing a large disruption in the nature around, birds fluttered away, rabbits leaped departing, the chirping insects faded.
Now, it was Khalid versus the chilling silence, except now much more calmed, now with a clear mind, one goal in the forefront of his brain, weighing in his consciousness.
'Kill'
'Kill'
'Kill'
Now unaware of himself. Khalid was now in the flow state, his eyes focused on everything at the peripheral of his vision, anything in his left and right was the responsibility of his ears, which now seemed lost, listening to the orders of his brain.
'Kill'
He could sense the faintest blade of grass moving, the smallest whisper of the wind, ready from all directions he stood, with 1 duty.
'Kill'
Close to the motionless Elena, he still stood in the exact same position, now sweating, visible drops down his cheeks and chin, yet none of this mattered, as he had one mission.
'Kill'
This whisper, getting louder and louder, his thinking becoming clearer and clearer. He felt it. The presence he never hoped to feel. That imposing presence which seemed to be engulfing the reality around it.
He saw it face to face for the first time. The Delimon, the one which has been running and killing awakened from the government for years. And now he was about to fight it.
His thoughts immediately and unconsciously became preoccupied with studying the abomination. Its reach was overwhelmingly higher, which meant he needs to be careful from its arms and legs, its body annoyingly thin, demanding precise stabs and quick, shot slashes. A mouth which suddenly guffawed, without producing sound, but Khalid could feel it, he was being mocked.
Now profusely sweating, he continued to keep as calm and collected as he could, Delimon's intimidating look terrified him, giving him mental struggle.
The more it laughed, the more attention Khalid was giving, almost having completely internalised its reach, he also came to notice 2 small tennis balled sized eyes moving at ridiculous speeds throughout its body, allowing Khalid to make 2 conclusions, number 1 being that its not blind, painting an even worse picture for him, and number 2 that it must be able to move its mouth as well.
This theory seemed hard to prove although as its body looked like a shadow, and he could only pinpoint its mouth due to the blood tainted white teeth which were obvious on that dark body.
After laughing to its content, it stopped, took a serious look and began to approach Khalid in a slow pace, perhaps to throw off Khalid from its true speed.
But Khalid's conscious was ready for all attacks, fast or slow, or so he thought...