Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 57 - 56: The Bloodied Path to Freedom X | Roller Coaster of Emotions II

Seiya watched with an unreadable expression, detached from their grief. He couldn’t understand why they all mourned so deeply over a single person’s death.

{Oh, Suhei… sniff… Suhei…} Ibyu’s voice trembled in his mind.

Seiya’s brows twitched in irritation, his expression subtly shifting to one of exasperation—don’t be so dramatic.

Meanwhile, Eiro, having finished extracting their tracking devices, stepped out of the safe room, his pace unhurried—until the scene before him brought him to an abrupt halt. He couldn’t help but doubt his own eyes as he stared in disbelief.

He had thought the power abruptly going off was part of the wicked games of the staff members here, not bothering along with the others, to stop executing their plans. Despite hearing solid tremors and tremblings, he hadn’t anticipated what was in front of him.

The facility was in ruins. What had once been a towering structure was now little more than a wasteland of shattered stone and twisted debris. And yet, inexplicably, the room he had just left stood untouched, the only remnant of what had once existed. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the open sky above, the building’s roof completely gone.

Eiro’s initial shock was swiftly overshadowed by the scene unfolding a short distance away, turning his disbelief into horror. A cluster of familiar faces—those from the third floor, including Hayne—stood weeping, their expressions twisted with grief, shoulders shaking. And at the center of it all, Suhei lay motionless, his lifeless body draped across the girl’s lap, her anguished cries piercing the air.

Eiro’s breath caught in his throat. He rushed forward, his pulse hammering.

"Suhei…" he whispered, his eyes widening further as he took in the boy’s still form.

"Wh-what happened?" he gasped, his voice breaking as he struggled to form the words.

Hayne stepped closer, wiping his damp face. His voice, when it came, was hollow.

"There was an elite… disguised among the third-floor seniors all this time. None of us knew," he murmured. "When they shared their escape plan and tried to put it into motion, he turned on them. A fight broke out… Suhei—he… he tried to stop him, and…" Hayne’s voice faltered, his head jerking away as if he couldn’t bear to say the words aloud.

Eiro’s hands clenched into fists, veins pulsing with barely contained rage.

"Who?" he rasped, his breathing ragged. "Who the hell did this? Which elite?!"

The others, momentarily overwhelmed by grief from losing a dear one, froze up. Their gazes snapped toward a pile of debris. In their mourning, they had all forgotten the enemy still lurking among them. They recalled him falling with them when the building collapsed… but he hadn’t been seen since.

As their eyes darted around frantically in search of him, Eiro caught a flicker of movement.

A figure, slender and swift—emerged from his hiding. His hair whipped in the wind as he lunged forward, his blade drawn, closing in on Hayne with wicked intent.

There was no time to think as the elite lurched forward with speed. His blade hurtled toward Hayne’s back..

Just as the sword was about to pierce Hayne from behind, instinct took over and Eiro lunged forward in a blur of motion, throwing himself into the blade.

The elite drove his sword through Eiro’s chest, wrenching it out the next second as he retreated—gaining everyone’s attention.

They were all struck in awe at what just unfolded in the blink of an eye. Only a moment ago had they lost Suhei, now…Eiro?

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"Eiro!" Hayne’s voice cracked as he caught his collapsing friend, arms trembling under his weight.

Blood gushed from the open wound, soaking into Eiro’s clothes and onto Hayne’s. A dark trickle of blood slipped from the corner of his lips, trailing down his chin.

"No… No, not you too," Hayne pleaded, his voice shaking, his eyes swollen from too many tears already shed. The thought of losing yet another friend, devastated him completely.

A short distance away, Seiya remained unmoved, his gaze hollow. He had seen the attack coming—had watched it unfold—and yet, he had done nothing.

He simply stood there, his face unreadable, his exhaustion deeper than words.

Eiro lay unmoving in Hayne’s arms, his body propped up just enough to keep the rubble from digging into his back.

"You didn’t have to…" Hayne’s voice cracked as he clutched Eiro tightly, desperate to hold him together—fearing if he let go, Eiro would slip away forever.

"I just… couldn’t stand by and do nothing," Eiro murmured, his breath shallow, hot as they came out.

Hayne’s heart clenched, constricting tightly from guilt and pain. He couldn’t help but blame his oversight that led to this. Why couldn’t he be the one to see the elite coming? Why wasn’t he alert when he found out an enemy was on loose? Why did Eiro have to be here when this took place? He’d gladly give up his own life as long he wasn’t the bane that leads to anyone’s end.

His face wrinkled up as he wept silently in bitterness.

While they all engaged in what Seiya deemed to be dramatic—grieving, his gaze shifted past them, settling on the elite who had just struck Eiro down.

Seiya started ambling over, not for justice, neither to avenge anyone nor anything but purely to kill him, out of spite—after all, he was going to kill everyone except the children anyway.

As Seiya ambled past Eiro and Hayne, Eiro called out to him, halting him in his tracks.

"You," Eiro began, a faint cough escaping his lips as blood trickled from his mouth.

"You see the reason I couldn’t get chummy with you…couldn’t bring myself to like you…" Eiro’s voice faltered, growing weaker with each word.

"We’ve spent years locked in here… and now I’m going to die without ever seeing the outside world." He directed his words at Seiya, who remained motionless, looking down at him with cold, emotionless eyes.

"You better….." Eiro swallowed painfully, a labored breath escaping his chest.

"You better not die so soon," he murmured, his voice strained. "And make sure you send that bastard to me in hell. I-I’ll be waiting to torture him there, to make him pay...after all, over there, I’ll be his senior."

With that, Eiro’s hands and body went limp.