Despite hearing Haibat's earth-shattering, rock-splitting masculine roar, Huba Huba completely ignored the giant warrior's terrifying challenge.
He began to laugh loudly in the air like a mad, mentally ill demon.
His laughter echoed with death, destruction, and a dark frequency that could tear the eardrums of any ordinary human.
And without wasting a single second, he brutally shoved those fresh, innocent eyes into his own arrow-pierced hollow sockets—his demonic skull—in one violent jerk!
SQUELCH. CRACK. SLURP.
The sound was so horrifying, so wet, and spine-chilling, as if a living human's raw bones and flesh were being smashed against a rock.
The moment the new eyes connected with his unstable, black dark magic, all the veins and muscles of Huba Huba's skull began to twitch violently.
Thick black poison and the innocent's red blood mixed together, flowing down his torn, burnt cheeks like lava.
That dark aura violently and forcefully fused the innocent's optic nerves to that demonic brain in a single second.
After hours of suffocating blindness and the burning agony of fire, he finally blinked his new eyelids.
"Light... HAHAHAHA!
I can see!"
Huba Huba rose higher in the air, laughing a terrifying laugh of death.
His voice echoed through the ruins of the village and amidst the roaring flames.
The vision, which once belonged to an innocent, had now returned inside the skull of a devil, a monster.
Hovering in the air, he looked straight down with his new, blood-red eyes.
There, amidst the dust, fire, and ash, stood a 7-foot tall, rock-solid giant of a man, whose sheer weight and pure earth aura made the surrounding air so heavy that gravity felt doubled.
Huba Huba floated further up.
He took a good look at the giant warrior, and a petty, arrogant, dark-comedy smirk appeared on his skull.
Mocking Haibat's masculine introduction in a terrifyingly comedic manner, he said:
"Oho!
So you are that screaming and shouting
'Haibat'?
HAHAHA!"
Huba Huba laughed like a maniac, spinning in circles in the air.
"I thought such a heavy voice would belong to a real man, but as soon as the light returned, the first thing I saw was a shiny bald head!
'The absolute shield of the Divine Disciples'?
HAHAHAHA!
Hey baldy, shut your nonsense!
I'm not going to be scared of your bald head and that heavy iron toy!"
Standing below, Haibat's glowing blue eyes, which were once like a cold blue ocean, now flared up like fire with rage.
His anger was like a dormant, thousand-year-old volcano now on the verge of erupting.
He gripped his massive, rune-engraved Divine Warhammer—forged from iron and mystic rock—with a sudden jerk in his right hand and slammed it onto the ground with all his might.
BOOOM!
From that terrifying Shockwave Tap, an intense shockwave spread through the ground as if a 9-Richter scale earthquake had struck.
Cracks formed in the dirt, and a massive plume of dust and ash erupted into the air, making the village's atmosphere even heavier and more suffocating.
Haibat puffed out his broad chest, and his voice was as heavy and commanding as a mountain storm, carrying the pure swag and dominance of a heavy action hero:
"Keep your mouth shut, demonic skull! Listen carefully,
I am the most talented, almighty man of the Divine Disciples team...
Macho Man Haibat!"
Huba Huba's new eyes rolled around in their sockets.
He tilted his torn, demonic skull slightly in the air and, waving his venomous tentacles, asked in a psycho-comedy tone:
"What nonsense are you babbling now, baldy?"
Hearing these absurd, arrogant, and prideful words, Haibat's expression morphed from calm authority into terrifying, lethal rage.
Right beneath his dark metallic boots, the ground began to crack under the extreme pressure of his Earth Soul Core.
Spider-web-like fissures spread across the earth.
He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with a heat and pain that stemmed from the depths of his heart upon seeing the innocent child's condition:
"Now you have made a very grave mistake, demon!
You did not do a good thing by snatching this innocent child's eyes!"
Without wasting an extra second, without taking another breath, Haibat suddenly gripped his massive hammer tightly with both hands.
The heavy veins on both his arms bulged, and the earth's gravity came under his complete control.
A terrifying storm of wind formed, sucking the fire, ash, and dirt into itself.
Now suddenly he spins his hammer round and round and delivers an impactful attack straight onto Huba Huba's skull!
BAMMMMMMMMM!!!
Huba Huba's arrogant scream ruptured mid-air.
The hammer's impact was so horrific, so raw and explosive that the lower jaw of Huba Huba's skull shattered to pieces from that single strike.
That Devil Head's skull went flying through the air like a fired cannonball. Its speed was breaking the sound barrier.
Moving at super speed, shattering every single clay house in the village, Huba Huba is sent flying three miles away.
Tearing through walls like paper, he shot out of the village boundary and crashed miles away into the incredibly deep darkness of the jungle.
As soon as Huba Huba fell miles away, tearing through the sky, Haibat moved from his spot.
He placed his heavy hammer on his back and, despite his colossal body, rushed over to the agonizing child and dropped to his knees.
Omar's breaths were violently ragged.
Blood is continuously flowing from Omar's eyes. With every passing breath, the blood pouring from his empty sockets was turning the scorched earth completely red.
Haibat, a warrior who looked death in the eye, was breaking apart inside seeing the condition of this little life.
Just then, amidst that deathly silence and the stench of burnt flesh, a calm, pure, and life-supporting presence arrived.
The temperature of the air suddenly became cool and soothing.
Just then, a new character, the brilliant healer of the Divine Disciples, Zahira, made her entry.
A warm glow emanated from her golden eyes, capable of piercing the darkness, and her long green hair fluttered in the wind with a divine aura.
Her presence in this destroyed village felt like a final ray of hope.
Haibat looked toward her and shouted loudly, his mountainous voice carrying panic and pain for the very first time:
"Zahira, hurry up!
Regenerate this child's eyes and heal him,
otherwise this child will go blind forever!"
Without wasting a single moment, Zahira immediately ran forward.
She saw Omar's condition, and the color drained from her face. She extended her staff, brimming with golden and green mystic energy.
Zahira is trying her best. Soft healing chants began to echo from her lips into the air.
There was a peace in those chants that could extinguish even fire.
Using her magic with both hands, she placed her glowing green hands hovering right over Omar's blood-soaked, shattered face.
A pure, glowing green healing aura enveloped Omar's torn face.
The magic showed its effect—the bleeding stopped instantly, torn tissues, severed skin, and broken veins rapidly began to stitch together, and the pain went almost numb.
But... despite her efforts, even after using all her power, his eye sockets remained completely empty.
There was only darkness; no new light regenerated there.
Zahira's hands began to tremble violently.
Tears welled up in her golden eyes.
Stepping back, she said in a voice heavy with sorrow and helplessness:
"I don't think it is possible to regenerate his eyes."
Haibat's mind reeled upon hearing this.
This answer was beyond his tolerance.
His golden blonde mustache twitched with rage.
"What do you mean ?!
You heal wounds!
If someone's hand is cut off from their body, even then you can easily heal it!"
Zahira spoke while crying, her tears shimmering in that green aura.
She revealed a bitter, stone-cold truth regarding the rules of magic:
"SIR Haibat, you don't understand,
I can only reattach
severed things and heal wounds;
I cannot regenerate someone's lost part again.
If we want to save this child,
we will have to take his eyes back from that demon, only then can his vision return."
Chapter End