Chapter 141: Chapter 134: Unsavoury odds
[Verdantis]
[Capital City]
It began with a single breach—a thousand grotesque, otherworldly abominations tore through the capital’s defenses like a flood of nightmares given form. But that was only the beginning.
In re monts, ten thousand eldritch horrors erupted across the city, a monstrous tide that threatened to drown everything in chaos and ruin. The capital’s knights, caught off guard, barely had ti to react before the creatures descended upon them, unleashing destruction.
But the devastation never ca.
Because before the horrors could carve their reign of terror into history—
They were annihilated.
Not by an army.
Not by a legion.
By one person.
In under five minutes, every single creature lay dead, cut down with such ruthlessness that not even their corpses had ti to cool.
"Ugh, I’m all sticky," Mikoto breathed out, utterly annoyed. Every inch of his armor was full of the black ichor the creatures bled. The foul stench it generated made Mikoto take off his helt, lest he puke from the sll that engulfed him. "How’s it in my hair?"
He impaled Sabre, which was just as covered in the black ichor as he was, in the ground, placing his helt on the hilt as he studied his form with a scowl on his fine lips. "Should I just splash water on myself?" He pondered but quickly dismissed the idea. The blood was too sticky; he would just end up looking much worse. "I should’ve learned so cleaning charms."
"Oh, you still look cute all the sa," a familiar voice resounded, followed by the clicking of heels. "Rather dirty, though."
"Lyra," Mikoto noted as he took a look around. The section of the city he was in was not that worse for wear. A few buildings toppled over, broken light posts, and pavents, but that was the extent of the damage. "Damn, these Inheritors are frauds. I’m quite literally solely responsible for killing each and every one of those things," he huffed out in annoyance.
"That you are, most impressive, considering you’ve only utilized the bare minimum of enhancent magic," Lyra comnted, though a frown sat on her lips. "But worry not about the civilians. I guided them all to different shelters and made sure the injured were attended to. Still, this irks . Percival told
he would have an Inheritor on standby to ensure there were no casualties."
Mikoto scoffed, "He’s full of shit, it seems. I haven’t sensed any significant mana signature acting. But that’s beside the point. What the hell are these things anyway? They’ve got a foreign energy and passive field that makes the average person go insane. They ain’t Astrothians, that’s for sure."
"You have the right of it," Lyra confird. "They’re Rhiannon’s ’pets’." She started as she gazed at the various corpses of the malford creatures littering the streets, all cut into pieces or gutted. Their size varied, from as large as a chapel to as small as an average person. "They co from an entirely different realm, one which Rhiannon has conquered single-handedly. She enslaved these things and makes use of their power. Despite her absurd mana and expertise with magic, she often prefers using the obscene and completely confusing power of these creatures."
"Chick sounds more crazy powerful the more I hear about her," Mikoto mused, slicking his hair back. His dirty bangs were beginning to get annoying. "So friends of mine are fighting her now along with those two Inheritors. I shou-"
"No, I would not recomnd it," Lyra quickly interjected, getting a questioning gaze from Mikoto. "You’re no doubt proficient in healing magic, so I doubt you feel the least bit exhausted. However, you expended mana."
He furrowed his brows at her reasoning. "You serious? You do know that I have an absurd amount of it, right?"
"I do. But should you battle Rhiannon, then every single speck of mana would count, even the most insignificant portion," Lyra advised, drawing a more confused look from Mikoto. "You cannot take the slightest of chances."
"Relax, Lyra. I’ll be fine," Mikoto waved off. "Besides, like I said, I’m prett-"
"No," he blinked in surprise as her usual calm red eyes mustered into a stern stare. He blinked. That look seed so familiar. Right, whenever he got into fights back in school, his mother would look at him the sa way. "Heed my warnings, Mikoto, please."
He frowned at that as he gazed at the distance where the battle was taking place. Agatha and the two Inheritors’ mana was steadily decreasing, while Rhiannon’s mana had not even changed in the slightest. She was toying around with three Inheritors without even using magic. He reevaluated his thoughts.
("Can I afford to be overconfident here? This Rhiannon woman was able to match Telluris, and if Telluris fought against
seriously, then I would’ve lost for sure. And Rhiannon beat two other Divine Beasts and matched Octavia, a Goddess. The only advantage I have is Sabre and Harbinger, but even so...") Mikoto heaved a sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Fine, Mom," he drawled sarcastically. Lyra stared at him, shocked for a mont before bursting out with laughter. Genuine laughter that was enough to redden her cheeks. "Huh?"
Her laughter quickly died down, however, as she took a breath. "Apologize, it’s just that soone I used to know often said the exact sa thing with the sa tone. It was always quite endearing. Doesn’t help that you look much the sa."
"Yeah, you ntioned another spawn of Octavia that I reminded you of," Mikoto reminisced. "Are we really that alike?" he drawled.
"Very much so. Even if you are both spawns of Octavia, you look much the sa, eerily so. Big doe-eyes, lush rosy lips, and a button nose with fat still on your cheeks. The only difference was that she was quite the haughty little thing. Though that is a given, seeing as she was a princess," Lyra gave a distant smile.
"A princess of Verdantis?"
"Indeed, so few hundred years ago when Verdantis was still ruled under a king and not a governing body. It was then that the title of court mage was more apparent," she reminisced.
"Were you and the girl close?" Mikoto could not help but probe.
"We were," she confird with a small but sad smile. "She was brash and prideful, even before undergoing the ’phase.’ But kind all the sa, too kind. It was what led her to an early demise," she whispered out. It seed to be a sore subject, so Mikoto sought to change it.
"So what was Rhiannon’s goal? Or was she actually just bored?"
Lyra shook her head. "No, despite her actions, there is always a reason behind them. If I had to venture a guess, it would be to test this era’s denizens."
"And she goes about doing that by setting loose abominations that can drive people insane?" Mikoto quirked up a brow at the notion.
"Rhiannon is soone who only cares for strength and what is rightfully earned. Despite the drama between kingdoms, this is a relatively peaceful era. Much is easily gained, and not much is appreciated," Lyra sighed. "I would not venture you to make sense of her. She is a complex individual. But like , she too had soone she cared for. She is ’humane’ in a way despite her actions."
Mikoto made a humming noise at that. Maybe it was true, or maybe Rhiannon was just a crazy woman hell-bent on chaos. Nothing was ever as black and white as it seed on the surface, but either way, Rhiannon was causing trouble all the sa. He watched on in the distance as the battle waged on.
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[Outskirts]
["Isabella,"] Victoria’s internal voice rippled through their heads, ["Focus your energy on enhancing Reynard’s strength and speed."] The command thrumd and Isabella’s fingers moved across the harp’s strings, producing resonant chords that vibrated through the air, each tone coaxing with mana. As the harp’s music enveloped Reynard, a luminous aura circled around him, amplifying his physical attributes to unimaginable heights, pulsing with an intensity that cracked the very ground beneath him.
With a newly acquired vigor, Reynard charged forward, propelled at an astonishing velocity, a blur gliding across the snow. Rhiannon stood poised, with a gesture of her wrist, she gripped her blade and smirked.
As Reynard t Rhiannon in close combat, their movents beca a blur for all else, each swing of his spear causing a rumble in the ground. Their strikes echoed through the landscape, chipping away at the ice and breaking down the remnants of stone. Rhiannon easily moved around him, each step almost mocking, her laughter curling in the air.
"Try harder, darling. Your speed might be impressive if it weren’t so laughably predictable." Amid the array of blows, she found openings, her strikes landing with brutal strength; her sword sliced through the air, grazing Reynard’s shoulder and easily slashing through his divine form, drawing fresh crimson against the white backdrop.
["Reynard! Keep your guard up. Utilize your spear’s reach to keep her at bay."] Victoria urged, with a quick breath and a flash of a frown beneath his faceplate, Reynard pivoted, using his spear’s longer reach to thrust. Yet Rhiannon simply sidestepped with ease, her response cutting like her blade. "I’ve seen brutes in the past with better technique. Have you trained at all, or are you just playing dress-up?" she mused, brandishing her sword in a taunting flourish.
As Rhiannon landed another blow, knocking Reynard to one knee and bruising his ribs, Victoria’s commanding thoughts echoed once again, ["Isabella, heal him now. We cannot let this fight end on his knees."] The urgency in her tone made Isabella jump as she played her harp with fervor, her lody shifted to a gentle, restorative tune.
A golden light poured from the harp, enveloping Reynard’s wounds and nding them with a soothing brilliance. He could feel the warmth travel through him, knitting both flesh and armor. anwhile, Rhiannon frowned but kept her guard. "Consider this your last chance, boy. You’re rely delaying the inevitable – your defeat," she hissed.
Reynard took a step back, breathing heavily, the burn of fatigue creeping into his body despite the recent healing. His gaze flicked to Agatha, who nodded, drawing the battle toward her.Victoria’s voice wrapped around them, ["Agatha, now’s your ti. Take priority, make a creation big enough to keep her at bay while Reynard recovers his stamina."]
With a resolute nod, Agatha stepped forward, her fingers entwining around the air that started to shine under her mana. Closing her eyes, she tuned into the rhythm of the world, calling upon the essence of creation itself. The ground rumbled in response, as mana spiraled from her, coiling around the air like.
("Ah, this one is almost there. She can almost use creation in its purest form,") Rhiannon humd in interest, ("Still she imitates it through magic.")
A radiant glow exploded from her palms, pouring forth like gold, illuminating the area around them. The light sparkled, condensing into a shape, twisting and coiling before bursting into brilliant forms. From the essence, a massive Hydra began to forge itself into existence. Each scale glimred with hues from erald to sapphire, forming a colossal base that reached upward. The ground beneath shook as the Hydra’s body reared and unfurled, its eight enormous heads bursting forth with a fierce movents.
Each head erged with force, twisting into the frigid air, serpentine bodies wrapped around one another. The world fell silent, save for the crackling spark of creation as flas ignited within each gaping mouth, flickering with exuberance and consuming raw man. The sheer scale of the creation was breathtaking; the Hydra towered above everything.
"Oh, look at that," Rhiannon scoffed, feigning awe as she leveled her gaze at the beast. "A pet? How quaint. What do you expect it to do, pounce adorably?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
As Agatha steadied herself, the coaxing of magic surged through her, and she commanded the Hydra. "Harness the flas!" she shouted, in an instant, the eight heads tilted back, their mouths stretching wide as torrents of fire erupted forth. The flas arched across the area, a chaotic scene of destructive mana that splintered the air with heat. The fiery torrents splashed against the ground in a consummate display, enveloping everything in its path. Snow turned to steam, the ground crackled.
"Foolish child," Rhiannon’s voice cut through the inferno like a blade. She positioned Radiant Dior defensively in front of her. The relentless fire crashed against her, ravaging through the air, searing every inch of land, sending shards from the ruined ground spiraling skyward like debris in a tornado.
As the explosion of fire illuminated the landscape, Isabella, still clutching her harp, sensed an opening. "Agatha, allow
to enhance your creation!" she called out, her fingers resuming their frantic dance across the strings. The notes she crafted lded seamlessly with the chaos, entwining each lody with mana that poured into the Hydra. With each note, the creature’s scales shimred brighter—ultimately doubling the intensity of its attacks, turning the flas into blazing torrents that rippled with devastating force.
Sensing the combined power weaving through the Hydra’s form, Agatha focused her will, chanting additional orders that allowed her to bend the nature of the flas themselves. "Let your fires scorch not only flesh but soul!" she declared, the words resonating with her spirit. The Hydra’s fiery breath transford into a bitter blue hue, promising to damage the very essence of whatever it touched.
The destructive presence of the approaching flas surged forward, a torrent directed specifically at Rhiannon, who stood resolute. As the flas bore down upon her with cataclysmic strength, the resulting explosion of light and heat ignited the blizzard around them.
Once the chaotic blaze began to settle, and the air cooled, the Hydra receded, its fiery wrath quelled, revealing Rhiannon standing at its center, unscathed. Only a flicker of singed gold was evident upon her armor, but she was otherwise untouched as she looked upon the scene with derision. The remnants of their unleashed fire floated around her, evaporating like mist in the sunlight. "Pathetic," she sneered, her voice laced with superiority, "this is all you’ve got? A re display of fireworks?"
The Ancestors eyes narrowed into a cold gaze, her focus drawn to the Hydra’s gargantuan form. With a swift, fluid motion, she launched herself at the creature, Radiant Dior held aloft like a scythe. The golden blade shone with an intensity that seed to amplify the surrounding light.
As she approached, the Hydra’s heads swung toward her, their fiery breaths crackling. Rhiannon leapt forward, her sword flashing as she struck with a strength that bordered on the impossible. The blade bit deep into the Hydra’s scales, sending shards of crystal flying in every direction as it shattered the creature’s very essence.
With a series of swift, fast motions, Rhiannon moved around the Hydra, her sword slicing through its serpentine body with a devastating movents that were almost hypnotic in an odd way. The sound of clashing steel echoed as she worked her way from head to body, each blow landing with power. The Hydra’s body began to disintegrate, its components splintering apart as Rhiannon’s sword cut through its very being.
The speed and ferocity of her attack left all stunned into silence. The only sound was the rhythmic clash of steel against scale, and the faint crackling of ice as the frozen ground trembled beneath their feet as chunks of the cleaved Hydra fell.
As Rhiannon finished her strikes, the remains of the Hydra dissipating, Reynard surged forward with newfound energy. Isabella’s harp strings sang out once more, imbuing him with an additional burst of power. The spear in his hand seed to grow longer and heavier, its tip glowing with an intense blue light that pulsed with mana.
With a cry, Reynard charged at Rhiannon, his spear leading the way. The air around him began to distort and ripple as he summoned two enormous hurricanes of water to rage across the battlefield. The force of their combined might threatened to engulf everything in their path, sending snow and debris flying in every direction.
Rhiannon’s eyes flicked toward the approaching storms, her face calm. She raised Radiant Dior to et the onslaught, her sword flashing as it absorbed the initial impact of the water hurricanes. The pressure was imnse, but she stood firm.
As the hurricanes raged on, Reynard charged forward once more, his spear crackling with mana as he unleashed waves of intense water pressure against Rhiannon. The air around her seed to compress and distort under the onslaught, but she remained steadfast.
With a single powerful swing of her sword, Rhiannon generated enough pressure to utterly annihilate the two enormous hurricanes. The air seed to shatter and splinter around her as she unleashed a blast of pressure that obliterated both storms in a single stroke. The sound of crashing water echoed through the landscape as the waves dissipated into nothingness.
With more adrenaline surging through him, Reynard’s focus sharpened as he plunged forward, intent on taking Rhiannon down, even so he advanced on the seemingly invincible warrior. But as he closed the distance, sothing in Rhiannon’s deanor shifted—her expression morphed from amusent to utter boredom, as if she were watching ants scuttle in a aningless patrol.
In a blur that defied thought, Rhiannon dissolved into movent. Her form was a streak of golden light, almost imperceptible to the human eye or any eye really, and in an instant, she reappeared directly in front of Reynard. Ti seed to slow, yet the impact of her presence was imdiate. The glint of Radiant Dior caught the moonlight just as it arced through the air with lethal intent.
"Did you really think you could challenge ?" she taunted, her voice dripping with condescension, as the sword tore through the space between them. She swung down hard, her blade slicing through the air with a force of nature, connecting sharply against Reynard’s chest.
A surge of pain erupted in Reynard’s core, but Rhiannon had tempered the blow—it wasn’t a mortal wound, rely a debilitating strike that sent him crumpling to the ground like a rag doll. His eyes beneath his faceplate widened montarily in shock before darkness swallowed him whole, a glow enveloped his form as it shrunk and morphed back to his original fragile body while the light was shredded away.
Yet, as she lood over him, the air heavy with the scent of blood and disappointnt, a flicker of movent caught her eye—a ripple of mana sparked from Agatha. Agatha channeled her Creation Magic, the mana surrounding her body swelling.
Her magic surged forth into the air, summoning an endless wave of enormous blades that ca into existence. They materialized one after another, thousands upon thousands of them, each crafted with a singular beauty that betrayed their purpose.
("These are my creations, so I determine what they can and cannot do. I have to think outside the box. I’ll imbue these blades with life energy, overloading her to the point where her body and soul cannot handle it,") Agatha said with a simple gesture.
The blades surged forward, filling the air with a singular color. A golden aura enveloped them as they launched themselves in Rhiannon’s direction, glistening nacingly while carrying the life-giving essence within them. The blades stretched out like a vast orchestra, spiraling and darting with absurd speed towards the one who had just bested Reynard.
But Rhiannon, with a flicker of annoyance in her eye, stared down the incoming barrage. As the tornado of blades approached, she shifted her stance and tightened her grip on Radiant Dior. "You think re blades can threaten ?" she scoffed, reveling in the spectacle of the onslaught.
With an elegant, almost bored performance, she swung her sword in one fluid motion, the blade whistling through the air. The ground quaked beneath her feet as the force generated from her swing created a colossal pressure wave, emanating outward with ferocity that rivaled the worst of storms—the waves of kinetic energy rippling through the battlefield with unparalleled might.
The mont her blade made contact with the first of the testing blades, it sent a shockwave through the air, causing an almost translucent distortion that rippled outward. The sheer force was cataclysmic, tearing into the magical energies that Agatha had unleashed. Blades shattered upon impact, the life energy they carried exploding outward but failing to make contact with the destructive force that Rhiannon wielded.
The eruption pushed back against Agatha’s binding forces, launching the scattered remnants of her creation into the sky as if they were re confetti.
Amidst this chaos, Isabella moved, her delicate fingers working swiftly as she knelt beside the fallen Reynard, brushing the hair from his forehead. "Stay with ," she whispered, her harp singing a gentle lody that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. The soothing chords resonated in the air, entwining with the healing mana she summoned, nding the wounds and knitting the fabric of his form back together.
"While you lot are annoyingly weak, I suppose it can’t be helped. You are but young," Rhiannon casually mused as she rested Radiant Dior on her shoulder. "But even while using clairvoyance to see what you might beco, you all are still no match for . Oh well, I’ll still have so fun with you all before you die."
("We really can’t win this,") Isabella tried to steady her breath, but fear crept in all the sa. Such an overwhelming opponent, what could they even do? Fear and doubt were not a good mix, even after being chosen as an Inheritor, nothing has changed. She was still the sa as ever, a scared little girl.
Too unsure.
Too cowardly.
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