For a mont, Natasha found herself transported back to the ti before she embraced her identity as a Mystic of the Warrior Wheel.
At that ti, she had no Antimagic to utilize in combat, rely focusing on her enhanced senses and inhumane physical capabilities to triumph over her opponents.
It reminded her of how far she had co, and indeed, it was an eye-opening experience.
She realized just how much she had begun to rely on Antimagic to resolve her problems, instead of focusing on her skills.
Her intuition was right.
Perhaps, if she hadn’t engaged the Horseman in combat, she may have never realized how Antimagic had beco a crutch.
The Warrior Wheel wasn’t characterized by Antimagic; instead, what it was built on was the concept of a war machine, which was why their main focus was on weapons and battles.
This understanding seed to strengthen her conviction while allowing her to complete her Creed which was the bedrock of all Warriors.
Just like the Undead Wheel had its Origin, the Warrior Wheel had its Creed, which determined how far one would go while advancing.
Taking a deep breath, Natasha closed her eyes and for a mont, relied on her other senses to focus on the Horseman currently charging at her with the intent to impale her.
Once he was close enough, she erupted with strength, catching her opponent off guard.
She grabbed the flaming sword and dragged it out of the Horseman’s hand, disarming him properly before proceeding to jam her fist into its ribcage and pull out its beating heart.
On the heart, a symbol of a three-dinsional space could be seen.
She didn’t hesitate to crush it, leaving no room for the Horseman to return as its flas died out and its body collapsed, turning into dust.
"Rest well." She muttered softly just as the last line of her Creed was written.
Her strength surged and at that mont, she had advanced to beco an Enlightened One of the Warrior Wheel.
anwhile, Alex stood alongside Victoria with the Witch of Fables nowhere to be seen, having returned to the Spirit World due to Victoria’s inability to keep her in the mortal plain for prolonged periods.
Seeing Natasha erge victorious, Victoria turned to Alex, about to speak only to pause as she noticed sothing.
"Are you alright, master?"
Alex glanced at her. "Of course, why?"
"... You are crying." Victoria softly muttered causing Alex to scoff while raising a palm to touch his cheek.
"Why would I..."
He felt the wetness and so pulled his palm away to find it stained with a teardrop.
"What in the world?" He couldn’t quite understand why he would be crying and most importantly, why he didn’t notice it before now.
Just then, Natasha approached. "Thank you for waiting. We may leave now."
But then she noticed the atmosphere causing her to inquire. "Is everything alright?"
Alex stared at his palm for a bit longer than necessary before nodding. "Yes, everything is fine."
A snap followed after which Parafall was engulfed in black and white fog.
***
No!!!
Obadiah bellowed as he had felt the death of the Savior.
Glaring at Aiden who seed to have sensed a shift in the tides, he remarked.
You don’t know what you’ve done. You have dood us all!... The Savior was the only way to save the world!
"Do you expect to believe that the Abyss would want to save the human race?" Aiden knew that the Mystics of the Abyss Wheel were deranged but sotis their thought processes were quite amusing to listen to.
Obadiah didn’t seem to catch the taunt in his tone as he continued.
This world is steadily moving towards doom. Instead of succumbing to the end, would it not be best to pledge allegiance to the Abyss?... Is complete annihilation much better than what the Abyss has to offer!?
Aiden paused as, for a mont, he had a feeling Obadiah wasn’t speaking from a place of complete madness; after all, that soone was mad didn’t always an that they had lost their minds.
Sotis it ant that they just saw the world differently.
"Perhaps you may have had good intentions but I’d rather die than succumb to the madness the Abyss offers."
Narrow-minded!... One and all!... You get to make that decision but have you considered the masses!?
"The sa masses you murdered en masse?"
Sacrifice is needed for the greater good!... Even your ancestors understood that!... Don’t think I don’t know about the dark truth behind the Homunculi!
"That’s the thing, my friend." Aiden intoned in a lancholic tone. "Sacrifices have already been made. There’s no need to make more."
Die!
Obadiah no longer needed to protect and so, he sought to destroy.
Surging darkness erupted from his being, seeking to devour all things but before the detonation could be completed, the aether rippled in conjunction with the Wills of quite a few notable individuals.
Following that, he heard it, as subtle as the wind on a calm afternoon at the seaside.
Entrapnts of the Four Directions: Heavenly Seal
Following that, several silver chains erged from thin air and pierced his body, followed by the ergence of an illusory silver cube about him.
Just like that, Obadiah Atwood found himself trapped.
He remained unresigned but was unable to change his fate.
Aiden let out a sigh before shifting his attention down to find his fellow Family Heads in a less-than-ideal state, seemingly aged by several years.
The seal they had conjured was the manifestation of a third of their Creeds, which ant that it was tied to their life.
If anything happened to them, Obadiah would be able to escape his seal to unleash terror on the world once again.
Letting out a sigh, Aiden made a ntal note to reach out to the Goddess Hena of Lothrusia for her aid in vanquishing Obadiah once and for all since only divinity could harm divinity.
Just then, he felt a shift in the aether as the portal connecting Eventide to the Abyss slowly but surely closed.
This left behind the abominable forest and, most importantly, the towering tree, which Aiden suspected to be a piece of a 1st-Class Otherworldly similar to the tentacle of the Greatest Evil he had dealt with back at the southern outpost.
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