How would one imagine a chaos domain to be?
Would it be so kind of aura that makes people go crazy? Or would it be an entire realm of war and fights where one is thrown in as a mortal to fight for their life?
The many shapes and forms it could take were many, but the way Draco used it was simple this ti.
He was the master of chaos, its controller and only ruler.
By unleashing on the authority of chaos in a limited space, he called it a domain, but he knew that even chaos alone, unfollowed by any other authority, was able to do much more, but in this case, he was beyond underestimating Angodi.
He wasn't even putting him in his eyes, as he used chaos in its plainest of forms.
The only ability he had used was exactly a spell to cause chaos in a limited zone.
And what did this an?
"M-my clones, my tigers, my balloons…" As if his toys were taken from him, tears fell from Angodi's eyes.
His actions seed unpredictable, yet as a clown, they were pretty predictable.
The way he changed from aggressive to arrogant to a little kid was strange in a way, but he was a clown.
"Give them back!" He looked at Draco aggressively as he spoke.
"…" Draco looked at him coldly and didn't reply.
Truth be told, Draco was getting tired of Angodi's bullshit. This little clown could be said to be a very colorful character, his mood changes and probably his back story were both deep, but did he ever care about such characters?
Did he ever let them see the light of day?
Did he ever allow them to live more than a day after he t with them?
Angodi could be said to be lucky that he was given a chance to go that first ti, but that was because Draco wasn't strong enough.
To be t with a strong opponent who respects you was one way to go down, but to be t with soone who gazes at you with utter disrespect, then uses your own spell to kill you… was sothing Angodi realized too late that it was a very bad way to die.
The trio clowns were the first to teleport over to Angodi's place, and to his surprise, they were stronger than before.
Their raw power, their punches and kicks—all of it was doing more damage than they should. But in the case of utter chaos, the damage done is always multiplied due to the fact that the one hitting cares not for his own injuries.
Punch after punch, kick after kick, Angodi was thrown all over the place while not able to do anything, then the animals, the elephants, tigers, and lions.
Their form massive, their gaze scary, and their rush towards their target…
It wasn't sothing for the fainthearted, but not a single one of those watching wasn't a battle-hardened individual who had gone through the worst to reach their positions.
No one had it easy, and if they took extre asures to achieve what they had, they experienced extre challenges.
It was but a simple fact, but it had to be known.
Still, for them to see the state their greatest enemy was in by the youngest celestial to ever rise was…
There were no words.
*BOOOM* *FWSHH*
"UAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
*BOOM*
"Stop! Stop! I give up! I yield, I yield! Please, stop!"
"I don't want to die, please, no!"
Arrogance, pride, and confidence.
This was all that charged Angodi into being what he was, but behind that shell, he was nothing but a scaredy cat.
This was… quite a unique experience for Draco.
Since he had arrived in this world, there has never been a day where he tried to kill soone and they begged for their lives like this.
Most of them died honorable deaths, quick deaths, or, in so way or another, weren't even fighting to the death, like Leona's case.
For Angodi to cry, plead, and beg, it just made Draco cringe to no end.
*Fwshh*
Draco raised his hand to the sky, and around Angodi, who was being chewed on by a lion, a jaw of sorts appeared.
A dark jaw that spew out a dark fog when it opened its mouth.
Nostril-like eyes gazed down condescendingly at Angodi, and this was enough for the clown to know that he was going to et his end.
He knew that there was no way out of this, and he knew that crying anymore ant nothing.
At first, he was happy, then he was surprised, then he reached ecstasy, and from there he beca angry, and after that, arrogance overca him, only for it all to end with cries and fear.
As the jaw closed down on the scared face of Angodi, who had nowhere to flee, Draco gazed at him coldly, but just then…
"Co back." A voice was heard, its might stronger than anything Draco had felt.
The aura it unleashed was enough to knock back Draco all the way till he crashed on a planet.
The bunch of devas and their chosen ones who had been sitting soundly had their consciousness stolen for a second, and while Draco teleported back to find an empty space, they stood there, countless light years away from their initials space, unconscious.
"An enemy who had escaped my death…" Draco spoke.
It wasn't one, nor was it two, it was Angodi and almost all of the high celestials he had yet to devour.
All of them had teleported back to their supre monarch, who was the one behind the voice.
For the voice of a world celestial to be enough for Draco to be launched all the way back only ant that he was still not ready for what was to co.
He failed to kill his enemy, but he didn't go unrewarded.
"Supre Monarch, huh? So I was right after all. Interesting."
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