Kazaf: The upside down

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: The Storm Begins



The air inside Master Azim's chamber was thick with unspoken tension. The Spirit Stone of Eternity gleamed faintly in Kazaf's palm, its energy pulsating as though it recognized its bearer. The revelation about his bloodline still weighed heavily on him. He had always known he was different, but now he realized he was something far more significant than he had ever imagined.

Elçin studied him closely, her sharp eyes reflecting both curiosity and concern. "You don't seem surprised," she noted.

Kazaf exhaled slowly. "I've always felt out of place, both in the Upside and the Down world. I just never expected my bloodline to be the key to something like this."

Azim clasped his hands behind his back, his voice steady. "Now that you know, the question is—what will you do with this knowledge?"

Before Kazaf could answer, a loud commotion erupted outside the chamber. Shouts echoed through the hall, followed by hurried footsteps. One of the guards from the front gate burst into the room, breathing heavily.

"Master Azim! Intruders have been spotted near the sect's borders! They bear the markings of Jalwa's forces!"

The room stiffened instantly. Kazaf's grip tightened around the spirit stone.

"Already?" Samir muttered, exchanging a glance with Harun and Rahim. "They move fast."

Azim's expression remained unreadable, but his tone was grave. "Jalwa will not rest until he gets what he desires. This attack was inevitable."

Kazaf stepped forward. "Then we fight."

Elçin frowned. "Rushing in blindly will get you killed."

"We don't have the luxury of waiting," Kazaf shot back. "They're already here."

Azim nodded. "Then go. But be cautious. Jalwa will not send his strongest men for a mere raid. This is a test. A warning. Do not take them lightly."

Kazaf turned to his companions. "Harun, Samir, Rahim—we move now."

The three nodded, drawing their weapons. Elçin hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. "I'm coming too."

Kazaf raised an eyebrow. "You fight?"

Elçin smirked. "You'll see soon enough."

With that, the group rushed out of the chamber and into the open courtyard of the Elara Sect. The skies had darkened, storm clouds swirling ominously above as if the world itself sensed the coming battle.

At the sect's border, a dozen figures in dark robes stood waiting. The insignia of Jalwa's forces was clear—black serpents embroidered onto their sleeves, their weapons gleaming under the stormy light. At the front stood a man with a scarred face, his expression twisted with arrogance.

"You must be Kazaf," the man sneered, his voice carrying across the courtyard. "The so-called half-breed causing so much trouble."

Kazaf stepped forward, his stance unwavering. "Who's asking?"

The scarred man grinned. "My name is Malik. And I've come for the stone."

Kazaf smirked. "Then you're about to leave disappointed."

Malik chuckled darkly. "We'll see." With a wave of his hand, his men charged forward.

The battle erupted instantly.

Samir was the first to strike, his twin daggers flashing as he met an enemy head-on, deflecting a sword strike and countering with a quick slash to the arm. Rahim moved with brutal efficiency, his heavy axe cleaving through an opponent's defenses with sheer force. Harun, ever the strategist, danced between the fray, his spear keeping enemies at bay while landing precision strikes.

Elçin, meanwhile, proved that she was no ordinary scholar. With a flick of her wrist, glowing runes appeared in the air around her. She muttered an incantation, and in an instant, a burst of energy shot forward, striking one of Jalwa's men square in the chest, sending him flying backward.

Kazaf, however, had eyes only for Malik. The scarred man watched the battle unfold with amusement, clearly unimpressed by his men's struggles.

"You're not going to help them?" Kazaf taunted.

Malik smirked. "Why would I waste my energy on weaklings?"

Kazaf's patience snapped. With a burst of speed, he closed the distance between them, his fist aiming for Malik's face. But Malik was faster than he appeared. He sidestepped smoothly, countering with a sharp elbow to Kazaf's ribs. Kazaf grunted but recovered quickly, twisting into a spinning kick that forced Malik back.

"Not bad," Malik admitted. "But not good enough."

He unsheathed his sword—a curved black blade that pulsed with dark energy. With a single slash, a wave of force shot toward Kazaf. He barely dodged, feeling the energy singe his skin as it passed.

Kazaf narrowed his eyes. "Dark Qi..."

Malik grinned. "You recognize it? Good. Then you know you're already at a disadvantage."

Kazaf clenched his fists. "We'll see about that."

Their battle intensified, each strike faster and deadlier than the last. Kazaf dodged and countered, using his agility to stay one step ahead of Malik's relentless assaults. But Malik's mastery of dark Qi made him unpredictable, his attacks imbued with a sinister force that Kazaf struggled to counter.

Meanwhile, his companions were holding their own. Samir had taken down two opponents, his daggers stained with their blood. Rahim stood firm, his axe dripping as he panted from exertion. Harun and Elçin fought back-to-back, fending off enemies with a synchronized rhythm that spoke of experience.

The battle raged on, but Kazaf knew they couldn't afford to drag this out. They needed to end it now.

Summoning his inner strength, Kazaf activated his Qi, his body glowing with a faint blue aura. Malik's smirk faltered for the first time.

"Impossible," he muttered.

Kazaf didn't give him time to react. With a burst of energy, he launched himself forward, his fist crackling with power as it met Malik's chest. The impact sent Malik flying, his body crashing into the ground with a loud thud.

Kazaf landed smoothly, breathing heavily as he watched Malik struggle to his feet. The scarred man coughed, wiping blood from his lips.

"You..." Malik growled, his eyes burning with hatred.

Kazaf tilted his head. "Still want the stone?"

Malik's expression twisted with fury, but he knew he had lost. Gritting his teeth, he spat at the ground. "This isn't over."

With a sharp whistle, the remaining men retreated, dragging their wounded away. Malik shot one last glare at Kazaf before disappearing into the forest.

The battle was over.

Kazaf exhaled, his muscles aching from the fight. His companions gathered around him, their expressions a mixture of relief and triumph.

"We won," Samir said with a grin.

"For now," Harun added warily. "But this was just a warning. Jalwa won't stop coming."

Kazaf nodded, his grip tightening around the spirit stone. "Then we prepare. Because next time, we won't just fight back." His eyes gleamed with determination. "We'll finish this."

As the storm clouds above rumbled, signaling the next storm to come, Kazaf knew one thing for certain—his battle had only just begun.

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