The most powerful, most destructive of all gold ever wielded by Sonnenträger- Enhanced by Golden Glow, with immaculately mimicked the oppressive might of a natural stack, further augnted by a real natural stack on top of it all, even if that attack may not be the most destructive or widespread, it was most definitely the most dangerous attack Loimos had ever faced, and would most certainly probably never be dethroned from that status.
All of this incredible might was concentrated into the hero’s right fist, this was his final attack, his last act of defiance against the many tyrannical forces he had faced in the past... Upon contact with Loimos, who poured everything in defence and resilience, standing his ground- All was subrged, flooded and overtaken by a golden brilliance, so potent that even the undead was left blinded by it.
The gold engulfed everything, every portion of the mory was illuminated by the shine of the only true hero to ever grace it all, and the only one that would ever truly be deserving of the title.
Repeatedly, the sound of glass shattering resounded all around the two combatants, every minuscule instant that passed as Sonnenträger’s fist remained in contact with Loimos’s defence, every single one of them marked the instantaneous destruction of a mory, the realm simply unable to handle such dreadful amounts of power, the clash distorted ti and space itself, turning what should have been a re second into what seed like days, or even weeks.
But eventually, the radiance vanished, a blast sending both combatants backward, the Lithitree had already crumbled to nothingness long before Loimos hit the ground, and the world around them was that of no mory.
Their clash had reduced all of the mories stored within this realm to nothingness, and now, they were left in the bare state of the Realm of mories, dark, flatland where the ground looked like stone, but felt like dirt, covered in a thin fog that seed to be flowing from far above, there was no sun, yet there was a faint light, and it all stretched far away in the horizon.
There was a dreamlike quality to the real face of this realm, but no one cared to appreciate the scenery.
On one side, Sonnenträger led flat on his back, staring directly upward, he tried to sit up, but found himself unable to do more than slightly lift his his shoulder off the ground, he had truly exhausted every ounce of gold left within him, he had held the hope that performing a natural stack unexpectedly would also help him recover so energy back, but unfortunately, he had pushed himself too far past the limits, and even a natural stack was unable to help him in that regard.
Right now, whether or not he would die right here or survive, was not within his control, it was all up to chance.
On the other side, Loimos was arguably in a far worse state, similarly lying on his back, all of the rot woven around him had been blasted away, even the bits that grew upon his bones like mould were gone, leaving only a white skeleton upon the ground, but that was far from being it, gold was still stuck within and onto him, even if the energy had lost much of its strength, it was still plenty enough to lay waste to a severely weakened Loimos, his bones were partly lted, and every second, flas like never before, coloured a unique hue of deep, dark purple seed to want to erupt and consu him, but they were pushed back as festering death stread into him from the main world.
The golden hero could sowhat catch sight of what was happening, and he almost felt heaving a sigh of relief, those flas had also appeared and devoured The Defiler Of The Holy when he had defeating him, he assud that this was the sign of an apostle nearing their end, instead of dying and being destroyed like others, that bizarre fla would appear to leave nothing of them.
Surely a sign that they were being taken to whatever it was they were supposed to be apostles to, or so Sonnenträger assud.
But the initial relief slowly turned to confusion as the undead seed to simply refuse to go, his body was lting, and the fire signifying the end kept on trying to manifest, but it was constantly pushed back, again, and again, and again, and again...
The golden hero feared the worst, but as the minutes passed, it did not seem like Loimos was getting any better, if anything, things were getting worse for him, soon enough, he would turn into a puddle of molten bones, and the flas would be able to do their thing.
The hero was unaware that what was currently keeping him from being destroyed for good was the constant sacrifice of livings to the one piece of rot left in the largest facility, all else had been consud and expanded, but that one portion was left behind, allowing for a constant stream of death force to reach him, but no matter how many were sacrificed, it seed impossible to reverse his slow destruction, only extend it by a few seconds each ti.
Still, Sonnenträger had a bad feeling about this, gathering every ounce of strength and willpower he could muster, he was barely able to rise up to his knees before managing to rise to his full height, golden blood was flowing from his nostrils, his fingertips felt unusually cold and unresponsive.
He knew what this ant, but he ignored it for now, taking a step toward the pure undead.
"I am sure of it, I am done for no matter what... So there is no need to be frugal, I can give what’s left of my life away to make that you are gone..." he muttered to himself, struggling to take a steps forward, feeling like each motion would send him to the ground, every movents causing a splitting headache to manifest, his vision was blurry as he approached...
The small distance that separated him from Loimos felt like infinity, each step like a monuntal task, in the end, he fell to his knees, exhausted.
Looking at the skeleton, he bore witness to what he had been afraid of, as suddenly, two pillars of deep, dark purple suddenly rose up from his lting sockets, the molten bones crawled back into solidity, and the pure undead rose up.
A maelstrom of festering death had descended upon him, blowing away all remnants of gold, and thus, the flas did not appear again, for the apostle was no longer on the brink.
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