Chapter 153: Chapter 146: Ancestor of might
[Galadriel]
[Capital City]
Mikoto clicked his teeth as he threw off a chunk of concrete from his body. Standing up, he glanced around the debris field area of what was once a building. So mannequins and attire were strewn about; this was a clothing store, no doubt. But he ignored that for now as heavy footsteps approached him.
"Hm, I was hoping to finish you off with that," a gruff feminine voice uttered as soone stepped into view.
She was tall and muscular, with a tan complexion and long, wild, vibrant yellow-blonde hair that flew outwards. She wore a one-eyed patch over her left eye, and her other eye was a striking red.
Her attire consisted of a sleeveless, white, cropped top with an open front design showing off her abs along with a black, short, fitted top, and a layered, decorative belted jacket with black and gold orange accents. The jacket appeared to be layered over the white top and beneath the darker,orange-colored elents. Her lower body was clad in black shorts and thigh-high boots with white stripes contrasting against the black. A large, pale-cream-colored creature, resembling a wolf or so kind of canine, stood idly to her side. The creature had significant yellow decorative color on its face and head. It was vibrant; it was at least as large as a horse.
"You the bastard that sent
flying?" Mikoto questioned.
"No, that bastard would be Naga here," she corrected, her single red eye sizing him up, as the now-nad Naga gave a fierce growl that resonated through the ruined space. "Look kid, I ain’t really on board with killing a few people who can’t even fight back. So if you retreat, I’ll spare your life."
Mikoto found his brow twitching uncontrollably. "You’ll spare my life?" Mikoto scoffed at the notion. "If I knew a clown was attacking today, I would have gotten so popcorn for the show."
At that, the beast Naga growled even more viciously, its imnse mana spilling out. Mikoto took note of the properties of the mana; it was similar to Telluris’s in a way. He could not ponder the matter further as the large woman spoke.
"Well, I like a confident man, I suppose," she flexed and stretched her arms in preparation. "Since I couldn’t sense your mana, I gauged you were keeping it hidden, aning you have quite the bundle of it. And my instincts tell
you’re strong, and they’ve never led
astray thus far."
"Your instincts should also tell you you’re about to get your ass kicked."
"Underestimating one’s opponent is a sure way to defeat, boy," she warned casually. "Oh well, I am the Ancestor of Might, Britha. Prepare yourself, boy."
Britha locked an eye on Mikoto as she and Naga charged forward with eerie synchronicity. The ground trembled beneath their force, and a burst of sound erupted as they broke the sound barrier, a piercing shockwave radiating outward, sending smaller fragnts of debris skittering across the ground. The mont seed to stretch; Mikoto’s instinctive reaction was one of caution as he took a step back to prepare a spell. He smoothly slid back, eyes narrowing beneath his helm, and braced himself, feeling the rush of mana whirl around him.
In the split second that followed, Britha thrust herself into action, launching from the ground with unparalleled force, feet trailing an afterimage as she closed the distance in a heartbeat. Mikoto frowned; he sensed the enveloping presence of Naga accompanying her in a powerful leap. He focused, intent on conjuring a simple defensive spell. But luck took a twist—his foot caught on a jagged chunk of rubble concealed beneath the dust, sending him sprawling backward, arms flailing as he lost his center of balance.
"!?"
Ti decelerated as he crashed onto his back. Just as he attempted to regain his composure, Britha bore down upon him, propelled by gravity and her own fierce force, closing the last of the distance in a blur of speed. Summoning all of her strength, she unleashed a powerful right hook. Mikoto, instinctively snapping his arms up in haste to block, felt the impact resonate through his armored forearms—not outright painful, yet undeniably forceful enough to send him soaring like a ragdoll into the air, his back arched as he flew.
In a seamless continuation of their synergy, Naga leapt powerfully alongside him. Its enormous form arced gracefully, the creature’s jaw snapping open wide to create an image above Mikoto, ready to unleash a barrage of attacks. As they tumbled through the air, Mikoto grimaced, conjuring raw mana within his palm. A simple fire spell ignited as he extended his hand, releasing a torrent of blistering flas aid directly at them.
Yet, in a twist of luck, as the flas surged forth, everything shifted and missed; Naga collided into Mikoto with incredible speed. The impact was akin to that of a siege engine battering down walls, hurling him through the remnants of a nearby structure. Britha stood on the ground, watching him beco a living projectile flinging through the air, engulfed in his own vibrant flas that spiraled into nothingness before dissipating into the aftermath.
As Mikoto crashed into the crumbling stone wall of the building, shards of architecture crumpled around him. Of course, he felt no injury; instead, confusion clouded his mind. Gritting his teeth, he scratched his helt, dazed, and squinted against the settling dust that enveloped him.
Mikoto frowned as his eyes dissected his misfortune.
Of course his mind raced to piece together the puzzle of confusion and misfortune he had just endured. He quickly recognized the palpable energy emanating from Naga. ("That thing commands the very fabric of chance. What a nasty power.") With his Chthonia, capable of discerning the unseen currents of magic and more, Mikoto could all but witness the creature’s probability manipulation in action. ("This will be a pain to deal with, not even magic.")
Britha and Naga approached him once more, Mikoto’s mind turned sharp as he t Britha’s eye, the intensity between them all but igniting sparks. "Tch, nifty trick. But are you just banking on your pet’s luck to pull you through?" he taunted.
Britha remained unfazed, her expression unreadable. "You aim to undermine my strength with childish barbs, boy? I fight for more than re victory." Her voice rang clear, echoing with sincerity as she continued approaching. Mikoto envisioned the workings of probability, plotting to thwart Naga’s influence. Yet, as Britha surged toward him with explosive speed once more, a ntal fog suddenly clouded his focus. Just as he felt the counter spell slip from his mind, Naga flickered montarily in his vision, its form moving with a tantalizing speed.
Britha launched herself Naga mirrored her motion, powerful strides synchronized, as the probability of their successful assault on Mikoto coalesced. "Damn it!" Mikoto shouted, the confusion eating at him, fueling his annoyance so he improvised, sealing his intentions into a single surge of focused mana.
With a sweeping gesture, he summoned forth the chaotic glyph, a large circular symbol carving itself into the air beneath Britha and Naga. Runes etched and glimred, vibrant with power, as brilliant crimson energy swirled at its core. The glyph pulsed ominously.
And then, it happened: a resounding detonation erupted from the glyph, a towering crimson beacon erupting forth as a cataclysmic wave of mana roared outward, engulfing both Britha and Naga in a bright destruction that illuminated all around them. The roar of magic consud the air, reverberating off the remnants of the decaying structures, shaking the ground beneath Mikoto’s feet. A blinding explosion blossod, lighting the environnt with chaotic abandon, and the destructive wave ripped apart the ground, splintering stone and debris.
As the mana danced, Mikoto stood among the destruction, confusion twisting with annoyance. There were no audible cries from his opponents; they were swallowed whole by the eruption, yet nothing
As the scorching beacon of mana dimd, the arena transford before Mikoto’s eyes. Britha, unscathed and seemingly serene in the dissipating mana. The swirling mana particles danced gracefully around her, her form wreathed in a protective aura that glimred with a faint bluish hue. The defensive magic enveloping her was a marvel.
Mikoto’s mind focused, disassembling the blueprint of the magic with thodical precision. ("Not a unique ability like the blonde bitches, magic. She’s enhanced her defenses to such a degree, adaptive no absolute defense..." he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned Britha’s body. But it wasn’t just Britha—a nostalgic surge of annoyance washed over him as he focused on Naga, who remained undeterred and unbothered by the destruction he had summoned. Mikoto understood his vision crystal-clear: he needed to shift the battleground away from the capital; he would not doom the people by allowing this conflict to escalate further.
Mikoto channeled raw magic into his limbs, preparing for one mighty leap. The air around him shuddered with charged mana as he pushed from the ground, the force echoing through the city like a thunderclap—a sonic boom ripping through the ruined structures surrounding him. In an instant, he ascended into the sky, propelled by power as he rocketed upward, a streak of light. The city below beca a mosaic of shattered stone, shrinking with each passing mont as he soared higher, reveling in the crisp air that rushed against him.
As he climbed higher, Mikoto cast a furtive glance to his right, spotting Britha coiling atop Naga, who inexplicably began to grow in size. Its eyes locked onto Mikoto as it flew through the air. Britha, poised and regal within her companion’s embrace. Mikoto flew further until he pierced the atmosphere, leaving behind not just the capital but the world below. Through the azure depths of the atmosphere, he ascended into space, an infinite expanse unfolding before him, breathtaking. He gazed out at the vastness of the cosmos—the grand picture of the solar system expansive and wondrous, speckled with celestial bodies glittering like gemstones. Planets of various sizes spun within their defined orbits.
As Mikoto hovered against the backdrop of the cosmos, he felt the pressure of space encase him. He simply created the needed oxygen to sustain himself via magic. A glyph glowed faintly around him, runes illuminating as they spun into existence, forming a protective do of mana that allowed him to draw breath in this weightless isolation. Instantly, Mikoto felt the familiar sensation of air fill his lungs, with a simple thought the barrier beca translucent.
Britha and Naga followed him up into the darkness, breaking through the atmospheric barrier as they neared his position. Naga, now a gigantic entity. Britha, regally seated upon Naga, her hair cascading like a cot’s trail, surveyed Mikoto with interest gleaming in her eye.
"Interesting place to continue our bout," Britha mused sohow unbothered by being in the vacuum of space. Naga’s doing no doubt.
("That thing’s probability control is absurd, it’s going beyond the scope of controlling it. He can decide and alter it, what an annoying power. Altering the probability so they can survive here in space,") But Mikoto was not worried however as he rely smiled, "Familial Arts: Seraphic Chorus- Invincible Titan of Celestial Armies, Unrelenting Harbinger of Divine Fate, Supre Executioner of the Heavens, and Indefatigable Champion of Order, General Magnus."
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