Azzanadra ran around the side of the pyramid amidst the confusion, managing to get out of range of the attacks. He clutched his left arm, feeling the blood run out in gushes. He could barely move it; one of the shadow attacks had gotten through.
He leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily. He was near his limit. The chances of destroying this monster as well as the four traitors were miniscule. He may not make it past the next few minutes.
Azzanadra, against his will, began to feel the imprints of his long life pressing against his thoughts. Somehow, one recent question had mingled its way in.
"So, Azzanadra, have you found something to devote your life to?"
A roll of thunder sounded overhead, and suddenly the sky burst. Rain began to fall to the earth, drenching the barren desert. A desert storm; rare and appreciated.
The rain splashed against Azzanadra's face, the drops mingling with the sweat and blood that stained him. He looked around the corner of the pyramid, watching the huge mockery of his Lord. At this sight, the blood, sweat, and raindrops were joined by fresh tears.
"Yes, I have," Azzanadra whispered to his distant father.
Another thunderclap sounded as he left his safe corner and ran straight toward the giant. Azzanadra pushed himself forward, each step draining his already weakened reserves.
The giant saw him coming and fired a blast of blood toward him. The blood burst on the ground, but Azzanadra was not within its range. He had actually sped up, running faster than he had even thought possible. He felt the charge running from the sky, practically begging him to call on it. It was all ready.
Azzanadra finally reached his target. His feet sunk into the sand as he planted, coming to a halt directly between the giant's legs.
"For the Empty Lord!" he yelled, his call reverberating throughout the desert. Then, he raised his hand, and the sky unleashed its furious lightning upon the giant.
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