The King of the first world, commonly known as the Lord King, had two armies. The first army defended the jinzidal commandment and it's called the jinzidal army. The second army guarded the first world and the palace of the Lord King.

The jinzidal army had five commanders at the top of its command and beneath them were twenty-five captains, five captains under each commander. The law said a captain should have at least a thousand years of pol and a commander should have at least five thousand years under their belts and the trademark black eyes of the Ururu.

Their job was to protect the jinzidal. To make sure that everyone obeyed the commandment. Uznu Ururu was a commander in the jinzidal army and protecting the jinzidal was his job.

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Armad gathered all his remaining strength, reached out, and grabbed the Book-sword in his pocket. He knew well that the book, which he got from the dungeon and which led to him losing his miyura, played a key role in his previous victories, but he couldn't understand why the book didn't help him at that moment when he needed help the most. So he decided to touch it and see if it would respond.

As soon as his hand touched the book, it heated up, giving a green glow that was visible even from a distance.

Ikenga, who had recovered for some time now, saw the light and immediately drew his sword and attacked. He didn't want to take any chances since he realized Armad wasn't as weak as he'd imagined. It was always better to finish your prey when you had the chance.

On his part, Armad felt the burning sensation of the book returned. It was the same or even worse than when he fought Niyashi. Yet, he was willing to endure it if he would get his pol back in the end.

10 years, 20 years...

He would soon defeat Ikenga once and for all.

25 years, 30 years...

Ikenga arrived in front of him. He raised his sword and slashed at his neck to just behead him and be done with it.

But Uznu Ururu had decided.

He said to himself, 'If I let this boy die, the Book-sword will disappear again. I won't see it again for hundreds of years.'

With that in mind, he disappeared from his chair and reappeared on the ring between Armad and Ikenga.

Nusi frowned deeply. Did their plan to infiltrate Shadeniza being exposed? If so, why wasn't Uznu attacking her instead? What did the black-eyed man want with Armad? No matter, Armad was too weak to protect himself against someone like that. She brought him there and she had to do something about it.

Nusi drew her sword and pierced her right palm with it. She smeared blood on the sword. Her pol suddenly rose to three hundred and seventy-four years in that instant. She appeared in front of Armad and pretended she didn't notice him.

Armad's pol had risen to fifty-one years already, which allowed him to stand up comfortably and take his sword.

Ikenga jumped back away from Uznu.

Uznu stood there with his eyes still closed, facing Armad. "My name is Uznu Ururu," he said. This year's jinzidal has come to an end. You can all go if you want, but not him." He pointed his finger at Armad.

Nusi trembled. "Armad, run... don't stop and don't look back. I'll hold him here for as long as I can."

Armad stood in amazement trying to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile, Ikenga clapped his hands and disappeared from the ring.

Armad wanted to ask Nusi what was going on but he heard the black-eyed man spoke again. "Every man is created to live for a period. If you live your days as written, you would certainly not be able to escape death. You've both been created to die on this day, nothing you do will prevent you from dying."

Uznu opened his eyes, and in response, the world turned black as if Armad had suddenly been blindfolded or trapped in a dark room. He saw nothing but darkness and two black suns in front of him. And then another pol, wild and harsh, entered his body. It was piercing as if he were being stabbed with knives all over. He also felt abandoned and cursed as if the whole world wanted him dead and only if he died would there be peace. For a moment he wanted to give up. He had never felt such despair, loneliness, and being ostracized. The only time he had ever felt of something similar was when he was with his sister Hidaya in that garden.

"So this is Ururu!" He said to himself before he felt his breathing stopping.