"We need to occupy it for a while. It will take a minute for the Skill to work."
Viscount Rayko shouted, looking towards Tomislav. Tomislav wasn't overly familiar with the Ancestral Spirit Summoning. As it was the Skill that one needed to get outside of RECORD. Only Houses that had an ancient history could bestow these types of Skills on their core family mbers.
Tomislav saw the blurry images of two enormous Roses. He rembered that only at the Rank of Duke could one truly bring out the real Spirit into the material world. He looked at the dying fire tornado following Viscount Ellington's death and could only do one thing to prevent it from running.
"Berb! Blind it."
Tomislav shouted at Berb, but it also attracted the attention of the Devil. Berb didn't wait for it to move and ripped apart his clothes. His entire mummified body had countless tiny holes, covered in slimy juices. A chant ca out from Berb's mouth and the entire city buzzed along with his unheard and incomprehensible mutterings.
Buzzzzz!!!
Swarms of insects ca rushing towards them from all over the place, and out of Berb's body. Tomislav saw the Devil stretch out her left arm towards Berb. The flesh on the arm churned as a Bow materialized in her hand. In the first look, he felt like he had seen the bow sowhere. The bow didn't have any bowstring, but as she lifted it and aid at Berb, a blue string made of Mana could be seen on it.
'Shit!'
Tomislav vanished and appeared in front of Berb, who had ordered all the insects to surround the parking lot. The red of fire tornado got replaced by a humongous black-spotted cloud that kept emanating deafening buzzing noise.
Grrrr!
The Devil growled, hearing the buzz, and pulled the Mana-string to its maximum limit. A sizzling blue arrow of Mana got fired towards them as soon as it appeared on the bow.
Shouuu!
Tomislav could sense the strengthless Berb sprawled behind him and he didn't dare to think they could survive the direct impact of this arrow. He put together his arms as if praying to soone, and his blue eyes shined with an erald glow. Water ca pouring down around Tomislav and Berb and covered both of them in a spherical ball-like film.
Drip! Drip!
Tears of Destitute!
Tomislav knew the Skill could not hold for long against the arrow, but it could be enough for the death in the sky to rain down on Devil. But the next scene brought an imnse sense of doom to his heart.
The Mana-arrow, which was about to blast into the water-film, changed its trajectory. As the arrowhead turned to point at unconscious Christin, Tomislav saw the sa Mana-string attached to the end of the arrow as of the Bowstring. He imdiately ca to know why the bow looked familiar, for he had seen a Drear with it a long ti ago.
"Ha Ha Ha"
Tomislav saw the smiling face of the Devil and her raspy low laugh hit his ears like thunder.
"NO!"
He canceled the Skill but even with his maximum speed, it was nigh impossible to arrive in between the arrow and Christin. The image of Christin hugging him, calling him captain, and tugging at his shirt flashed through his mind. His feet hadn't stopped running, but even his afterimages were lost compared to the darting arrow only ters away from Christin.
"ROSE SUBSTITUTION."
A voice echoed in the surroundings and a rosebud ca bursting out from the ground between the arrow and Christin. The Rose instantaneously blood and out ca Trifon, having a sword in his hand. The sword felt like a stem of Rose with many thorns and leaves. Vibrant green liquid could be seen running on the sword's blade, like veins.
BANG!
The sword slashed at the Mana-arrow and both the arrow and sword burst apart into thousands of pieces. And the impact sent Viscount Trifon and Christin flying back.
"Die! You fucking Devil!"
At the sa ti Viscount Rayko shouted, and the hovering petals ca raining down at the Devil. Among the petals, innurable tiny thorns were dripping with venom.
GRRRRAWWRRR!
The Devil let out a roar at the rain that seed like a cloud-burst had happened. She turned to shadow on the ground and dashed towards the wall of insects. Tomislav, now full of rage and hate, was about to dash, but the evil smile on Rayko's face kept him from doing so.
He looked at the red waterfall that seed high above, but in the next mont blasted the erratically running shadow.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
Even the ethereal shadow couldn't remain unscathed from the thorns and razor-sharp petals. The Devil struggled to co out to its original form. Tomislav saw tiny thorns had enshrouded the Devil's body entirely as it howled in pain. The red petals sliced its internals but except for more shadowy vapors, no blood ca out of it.
"Now for the closure!"
Tomislav heard Trifon's voice and turned around to look at him. His face was all bloody and his right arm, which had wielded the sword, had a bone protruding out of it. Trifon struggled to raise his left arm and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
Zrrrrr!!!
Tomislav looked up and saw a fissure opening up in the green sky. The two vast Roses hurled and swayed and a thorn, dozens of ters long, ca out of the fissure. As the thorn completely left the dark background behind and ca into the light, Tomislav saw it covered in millions of venomous green veins.
Without any more sound, the thorn ca falling on the Devil, wreathing in pain.
BOOOM!!!
The Everlasting Venomous Roses vanished along with all the petals and the thorns, leaving behind a cloud of dust.
Tomislav and Trifon approached the impact site. But they couldn't see or sense the countless shadow-blobs hidden in dust, sliding towards the distant mountain. Their sight was occupied by the fist-size greenish-black stone on the ground. Tomislav picked it up and faced Trifon before handing it over to him.
"Thank you for saving Christin."
"Humph!"
Trifon snatched the Return-stone and looked at it. But the stone soon fell down from his hands.
Gatcha!
"TOMISLAV!"
Even before Berb's ominous shout reached his ears, he saw a hand bursting apart Trifon's chest. Being just in front of Trifon, the hand didn't spare Tomislav and entered his stomach like a knife going in butter.
UGHH!
Blood ca showering out of Trifon's mouth as Tomislav clenched his teeth and looked up.
Standing behind Trifon, the calmness on Viscount Rayko's face couldn't have looked more detestable.
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