"Let’s dance," Nova said, as the rest of the group thought of him as a suicidal maniac.
Nova engaged in combat instantly, unsheathing his daggers and summoning another weapon, a bow and arrow. He threw his daggers in the air, as he lined up the bow and shot the Absyalling, though the Absyalling didn’t flinch.
The rest of the group backed up slightly and walked silently on the flank, as the Absyalling didn’t even look at them, too consud by its hunger to dissolve Nova into smitherins. Nova didn’t mind it, knowing that even if he really died, he would be alive, though he would have to restart his mortal journey from scratch, which would be a pain.
The rest of the group safely reached the random checkpoint, thinking it was suspicious, but they couldn’t care less; they just wanted to get out of Beastaria. Elesch continued to glare at Nova, worried, but Nova was doing fine for now, keeping his distance and using his bow and arrows, and guns to sohow damage the Absyalling, though none of that was working.
Nova spawned a gun and shot the Absyalling, the bullets dealing explosive damage upon contact, thanks to his evolution. He decided to try so close-contact fighting, since the others were already at the checkpoint and could easily teleport before the Absyalling could reach them.
"I’m probably going to fuck this up, but as the leader, my duty is to protect my squad, so I have to give it my all, as the leader." Nova’s voice was cold, all of his fear lting into a hardened rock of confidence and ignorance.
His expression was ice cold, neutral, giving the Absyalling no power over its fear. Then, his Circle of Pillars glowed a magnificent red-black hue as he charged forward with all his might. He didn’t blink; he didn’t shake; he didn’t falter in any regard, as he closed the distance between the Absyalling and him.
The Absyalling screeched as Nova charged towards him. The noise echoed, breaking the sound barrier, breaking the eardrums of every living creature in a ten-light-year radius.
Nova didn’t flinch. The force rippled through him, tearing at the edges of his consciousness, but he pressed forward. His Circle of Pillars pulsed again, the symbols flaring brighter, feeding raw entropy into his veins.
"Hellscript Arsenal," Nova uttered the na of his evolved ability.
Weapons blood around him like atoms: glavies, hamrs, and swords alike, each made of collapsing light, red and black sigils running down their surfaces like molten scars.
They hovered in a slow orbit, vibrating with potential energy. Nova clenched his fists, and every weapon ignited simultaneously, resonating with the destructive aura that was running through his veins.
He lunged forth, the first strike was a ruin lance, spinning through the air at Mach fifty, embedding itself in the Absyalling’s shoulder. The sigil denoted, bending space into a brief singularity that erased part of its torso. But the flesh reford instantly, like liquid shadow drawn back by gravity.
The creature retaliated, swinging an arm that split into dozens of spindly claws. Nova ducked, vaulting off a conjured entropy platform, his movents filled with afterimages.
Mid-leap, he forged a new weapon, a collapse glaive, and hurled it down. The glaive tore through the air, slicing a line of burning entropy across the Absyalling’s chest.
The explosion caved in the ground, throwing up a storm of shattered debris. For an instant, Nova thought he’d finally made progress. But the creature stepped through the smoke, unscathed. Its form twisted, eyes igniting with deeper hatred, reality bending around it like a dying star.
"Of course," Nova mumbled, sliding his boot across the cracked ground. "You’re not made of matter."
He exhaled slowly, calming his heartbeat. Then the weapons orbiting him realigned. The Circle of Pillars widened again, now unstable, its glyphs flickering dangerously. He was nearing the limit of what his body could handle.
He ford two entropy hamrs, massive and pulsing with collapsing runes. His arms trembled under their sheer mass. The hamrs collided with the Absyalling’s claws, releasing shockwaves that fractured the terrain into fragnts suspended midair. Each hit distorted gravity itself, dust and debris froze, reversed direction, and fell upward.
The Absyalling shoved him back effortlessly. Nova skidded across the ground, leaving burning trails. His bones cracked; blood dripped from his lip. Still, he smirked.
"That’s the best you’ve got?"
His eyes flared crimson. He raised one trembling hand, and every weapon he’d conjured, every glaive, every blade, every hamr, disassembled into streaks of entropy that spiraled toward his chest.
His Hellscript Arsenal fused, reforming into one colossal construct: a Ruin Halberd, over ten ters long, its core pulsing with a star’s death throes.
The sigils along its shaft rotated like clockwork gears. Nova’s veins glowed black-red, his skin fracturing with light.
He charged again. The Absyalling t him halfway, roaring with a resonance that tore through dinsions. They collided, entropy and void clashing in pure destruction. The ground disintegrated. Reality bent.
Nova drove the halberd deep into its torso, the sigils detonating in sequence, one, two, three, each explosion louder than the last. The Absyalling convulsed, its body fragnting into ribbons of shadow, but still not dying.
Nova gritted his teeth. "Then die mad."
He poured everything, every drop of mana, every ounce of entropy, into the weapon. The sigils burned white-hot, then inverted into black. A final pulse erupted.
The explosion swallowed everything. When the smoke cleared, the Absyalling still stood, limbs reforming, slower this ti, but alive. Nova dropped to one knee, his body trembling, his eyes blurring.
"Guess I’ve reached my cap..." he whispered, forcing a grin.
Then the Absyalling tilted its head, as if recognizing him, not as prey, but as potential. It let out a low, reverberating growl that seed almost... approving.
The group scread, but the Absyalling pushed them all into the checkpoint, teleporting them away, as the checkpoint disappeared from existence. Nova realized that now he was trapped in Beastaria, with the strongest creature in Beastaria right in front of him.
The Absyalling looked down on Nova, then, with one of its limbs, it burned a mark onto Nova. Nova scread gutturally, as the pain was excruciating.
Then, the Absyalling left, as Nova fell into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was that cat-like creature approaching him, nervously licking him on the face.
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