Chapter 75: Uncontrolled Power

 

Arson stormed down the alley, following the faint yellow glow with ruthless determination. His blue power flared dangerously around him, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension as his mind raced, filled with thoughts of Jae-ho. How could he have left him like this, without a word? Arson's heart ached, but his body buzzed with raw energy, the power overwhelming every emotion. He needed answers.

As Arson closed the distance to the yellow light, he noticed a figure moving ahead of him. His eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand, his blue power crackling, ready to strike if necessary. "Stop!" Arson’s voice echoed down the narrow path.

The figure hesitated but then continued to move, trying to escape. Without another word, Arson unleashed a wave of blue energy. The light surged forward, hitting the ground in front of the figure, causing an explosion of debris that blocked their path. The yellow glow faded, and the figure froze, finally turning to face him.

It wasn’t Jae-ho, but someone he recognized—one of Arak’s old lackeys. He stepped forward, the blue power radiating from his body, his eyes dark with intent. "Where’s Jae-ho?" His voice was low, dripping with danger.

The lackey trembled, clearly feeling the immense pressure of Arson’s power. "I-I don’t know! I swear!" he stammered, backing up against the wall, his yellow power flickering weakly in comparison.

Arson’s patience was running thin. He grabbed the lackey by the collar and slammed him against the wall, holding him there with one hand. His blue energy surged through his body, and as it got closer to the lackey, the yellow power began to dissolve, leaving the man helpless. "I’m not asking again. Tell me where Jae-ho is!" Arson demanded, his grip tightening.

"I don’t know! We haven’t seen him since the fight with Arak!" the lackey cried out, squirming under Arson's hold. "Please, just let me go!"

Arson’s anger flared, and without warning, a pulse of blue energy shot through his hand, sending a jolt of pain through the lackey’s body. The man screamed, but Arson barely heard it. His thoughts were consumed with Jae-ho’s disappearance, the feeling of betrayal gnawing at him. "You’re useless to me," Arson muttered coldly, throwing the lackey to the ground. He turned away, ready to continue his search.

But as he walked away, something in the lackey’s words struck a nerve. The fight with Arak... The memory of that night came flooding back—Jae-ho’s desperate actions to save him, giving up all his power to keep Arson alive. It was then that Arson realized the full extent of Jae-ho’s sacrifice.

He stopped in his tracks, his fists clenching at his sides. How could he have been so blind? Jae-ho had given him everything, and in return, Arson had let his obsession with power cloud his judgment. His blue power flared uncontrollably again, and this time, it hurt. The power surged through his veins, painful without Jae-ho by his side to balance it out.

The guilt and desperation were overwhelming, and Arson dropped to his knees, breathing heavily. His chest tightened as the truth of what he had done hit him harder than any battle. "Jae-ho... come back," he whispered to the empty street, his voice cracking.

But there was no answer.

To be continued...