Vir sailed through the air, and for the first ti in his life, he truly lanted his inability to change directions mid-flight. It simply wasnt an ability one appreciated until the need arose.
The need had arisen, and now, Vir would give anything in the world to have it.
The creature hadnt just adapted. Itd nullified Virs attack even before itd begun.
Showing impossible speed, the monsters steadily crawled up the hemisphere, covering it in a layer of armor. Armor that comprised their own bodies.
It was better than armor, actuallydozens upon dozens of projectiles shot at Vir, even as the main bodys tentacles smashed down left and right. Each wielding Warrior Chakra, and several coming far too close for comfort.
Vir barely managed to activate Haste in ti, allowing him to twist away and barely avoid a tentacle by a hairs breadth. Less, actually.
Vir felt the icy grip of death as the tentacle brushed against his skin. Prana Armor negated the damage, though even that brief encounter left it severely depleted.
As much as Vir wished to sink into the shadows and regroup, he didnt have that luxury right now. He continued sailing through the airdirectly at the dense swarm of beasts. With each pace of distance closed, the chance a projectile actually hit grew.
And with Prana Armor running low
It's what they want!
The beast wanted him to smash into it. So it could puml him with unavoidable Chakra attacks.
It was a trap, and Vir refused to let himself fall into it.
Ti slowed to a crawl as Vir maximized Haste. Doing so burned his internal prana reserves at a furious rate, but it was a necessary sacrifice.
Mustering his concentration, Vir focused on a Phantomblade spike that sailed toward him in slow motion.
The issue with Haste wasnt that his body moved slowlyit was that every tiny movent generated trendous force. After all, to the world, he was moving trendously fast. And speed generated force.
Right now, force was not what Vir wanted. Surging prana into his arms to Toughen them, he reached out, and as delicately as possible, grasped onto the incoming projectile.
Virs greater mass t with the spikes fearso speed, stopping it cold. In the process, he altered his own trajectory.
Letting go of Haste, Vir plumted to the ground and into the realm of shadows.
If he was to defeat this monster, hed need a new plan. One that accounted for its surprising level of intellect.
It was no use. Whatever Vir tried, the enemy countered with a prescience that made Vir wonder if he was actually fighting an Iksana wielding Claritythe Ultimate Bloodline Art that allowed them to glimpse the imdiate future.
He tried cleaving a path with Blade Launch. He tried surfacing next to the giant beasts hemisphere to drain it. Hed been thwarted every ti by minions who rushed to fill their fallen brethrens place.
And through it all, Vir felt his frustration rising. Frustration, not at the strength of his foe, but his own weakness.
Chakra-laden spikes whizzed past his ear as Prana Darts fired outward, annihilating anything within five paces.
The opening bought him a few precious seconds, but as always, it did little good. More spikes followed, forcing Vir to dodge.
There was one reason, and one reason alone that explained why he couldnt deal with this foe with ease. His utter lack of defense against Warrior Chakra.
The Shield Chakra protected against such attacks, and the Heart Chakra allowed one to recover from thessentially healing the soul.
However, bemoaning his deficiency, as cathartic as it was, would not help him defeat this foe. He needed a new strategy, and needed it soon. His prana reserves were so depleted that Vir could feel the lethargy seep into his muscles, and Prana Armor was all but stripped away. From the earlier tentacles swipe, and from the handful of near misses hed had since then.
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It was only now, with his back against the wall, did Vir realize his mistake.
Hed been thinking of this foe as a beast. The sa as all the others hed fought in the Ashen Realmtheir minds broken by the Ash. Their tactics lacked both depth and breadth, making them easy to dispatch once one understood their strengths and weaknesses.
Except here, in the Demon Realm, there was no such prana poisoning. No overwhelming pressure that slowly corrupted the minds of all creatures who lived there. That usually ant the monsters here were far weaker. In fact, this mightve been the first ti Vir encountered a foe similar to himselfa beast capable of retaining its prana reserves in a deficient, barren land.
Perhaps as a direct result, it had developed intelligence. Vir had known that from the first mont hed fought it, yet hed been unable to alter his tactics. If he had perhaps he wouldnt be in such dire straits.
Maybe I should retreat
It was nothing more than an errant thought. Were this a year ago, Vir might very well have done exactly that. Were this the Vir who thought of only himself and those close to him, hed have turned tail long ago. It was the sensible choice, of course.
But when his eyes scanned the battlefield, when he took in the hundreds of weapons and pieces of armor just lying unused, he understood that fleeing was not an option.
Ti was not on their side. Vir had to return to his demons before their supplies ran out. He didnt have the luxury of waiting around another several days for his prana to recover, and the prisoners needed this equipnt if they were to have a fighting chance. Hed need it to prove that they really had braved the dangers this pit posed.
Vir used the remaining monts in the Shadow Realm to formulate yet another plan. When his ti ran out, he exited.
Prana Blade wreathed his talwar, its low consumption making it one of the few effective weapons Vir had left.
With precise applications of Micro Leap, Vir danced with death as he darted between lethal Chakra-laden swipes as he cut open enemy minions.
Before him, arms were severed, and legs cut. He sliced the digits off the minions paws and stabbed into their abdons.
Never killing. Only injuring.
This was a gamble, pure and simple. On so level, all strategies were, but this one was especially borne of desperation.
The minions mightve acted as one unit, but they were each clearly living beingseach possessing hearts and minds of their own. Which ant they could be hurt. If there was one truth Vir knew, it was that all animals felt pain. And pain was the enemy of rational thought.
Their interconnectedness that ford the backbone of their formidable strength would beco their most damaging weakness.
Because it wasnt only thoughts they shared, but sensations as well. Sensations such as pain and feelings of fear. Of terror.
The effects didnt take long to manifest. Minions shirked back whenever Vir approached, their self-preservation instincts warring with the mandate of the hive mind.
Vir continued to pierce, slice, and cut. Now, instead of a field of corpses, Vir was surrounded by a ring of emptiness.
Is that all you have? Vir roared, brandishing his talwar and pointing at the beasts who ford a circle around him, staying a good twenty paces away.
You cant make more if I dont kill any, Vir said, his pose showing absolute, infallible confidence. Can you?
Wails of pain were Virs only reply. Which was fortuitous because his ntal state was far from the confidence he projected. Running on his last wisps of prana, he felt weary, spent, and most importantlyexposed.
He stood in a den of beasts fully capable of tearing him limb from limb, and as he was, he barely even possessed the capacity to escape.
Now!
Vir disappeared into the shadows, praying to Badrak, God of Luck, that his own fortune would hold.
Erged next to the hemisphere of the beasts main body, Vir struck. This ti, instead of rushing to form a layer of armor, the nearby beasts hesitated..
So shirked back, while others moved timidly forward, their individual minds refusing the command to sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
It lasted only an instant.
An instant was enough.
Virs palm t the inky black flesh of the hemisphere and with every ounce of force he could muster, he began to drain.
Several things happened in quick succession.
Prana surged into Virs body at an absurd rate, rapidly refilling his blood and re-establishing Prana Armor.
The black hemisphere visibly shriveled around Virs palm, becoming leathery and gray as if aging at an accelerated rate.
Finally, the beasts around Vir began to rampage. Whatever compulsion that had been commanding their obedience disappeared all at once, and they laid into one another, slaughtering with reckless abandon.
Vir took the opportunity to fire a Blade Launch directly into the hemisphere before High Jumping to a safer position, breaking his drain of the hemisphere for the briefest instant.
If the monster noticed the cessation of his draining attack, it certainly didnt show it. Not when it was writhing in pain from the Blade Launch.
Once on top, Vir smashed both palms against its slimy mbrane and ruthlessly pulled. When his body could take no more, Vir began hurling Talwar Barrages back at the beast, using the very prana he siphoned to inflict wound after wound.
Like a deflating hot-air balloon, the hemisphere collapsed in on itselfdead.
Precious few minions had survived the mad slaughter, but their efforts earned them only the briefest extension of life. Like marionettes whose strings had been cut, each and every surviving minion collapsed lifeless to the ground.
Vir hardly had the ti to notice. Standing atop the hemisphere as it deflated, he found himself suddenly falling.
Hed expected to land on the ground beneath the hemisphere, and as such, braced himself for impact. A fall from this height would hardly faze himhis Leaps and High Jumps often took him much higher.
Which was why his stomach fell out from under him when he didnt stop. Nor did he even slow. In fact, he gained speed. Falling. Deeper and deeper into an abyss whose bottom was nowhere to be found.
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