Gan Salin tumbled over the ground, landing in a roll that sprang him to his feet. Ouch! he exclaid. Man, hold your feathers.
Shut up!
Another row of feathers flew for him, each accelerated to resemble an arrow. Gan Salin dodged all of them, twisting his body in impossible directions. I told you you cant hit !
And I told you to just die already!
Fesh Wui, the eagler scion, flapped his wings over and over. Each flap conjured a storm of feathers made of wind, shooting forward at great speed. At the sa ti, gales pressed against Gan Salin from all sides, attempting to constrict his movent. He shouted. The wind constriction was useless because he chose to ignore it.
How does it feel, Fesh? he roared over the wind. I was weaker than you once, but Ive caught up! You wasted every resource the Kingdom poured on you!
The two of them danced a complex waltz, shooting and dodging attacks. Salin was mostly defending and looking for an opening. He could have held his ground. Unfortunately, the eagler wasnt his only opponent. A green sphere suddenly appeared around him, enveloping him in throbbing pain that made his limbs stretch like they were trying to grow.
Ugh! he exclaid, glaring at the elef scion. Ill fucking get you!
While Gan Salin was distracted by the sphere, Fesh Wui dove down, sharp claws extended. Brother Tao flashed before him, swinging his staff upward to stop him. The two clashed, and Tao flew back. Salin used that split-second of delay to extricate himself from the green sphere, twisting reality to appear behind himself and dodge the eaglers claws.
Brother Tao rushed for the healer this ti. The elef scion raised both hands, summoning a storm of green stars that flew at him. Tao zig-zagged between them, moving at extre speed, but the closer he got, the more difficult it was to dodge. One of the stars exploded on his only shoulder, sending him spinning away.
Damn it! he roared.
Brother Tao was one of the strongest cultivators on Earth, but he was still a ways off from the level of Edgar, Vivi, or Petrovicnot to ntion that hed lost an arm in the final battle of the Integration Tournant. Against the scions, he was more of an annoyance than a real opponent. Gan Salin was almost fighting by himself.
Still, Brother Tao gritted his teeth and jumped back into the fray. He would do his best or die trying.
Salin clashed against the eagler, swinging his arms around like windmills, his claws flashing in the sunlight. The eaglers own claws rained down, an uninterrupted series of attacks that forced Salin on the back foot. The wind jetted at him from random directions, ruining his balance, and any damage he inflicted on the eagler was imdiately healed by the elef scion, who only used half her attention to push back Tao.
Salin gnashed his teeth. Reality warped around him, forcing one of the eaglers claws to miss as Salin drove a sharp fingertip into his wing. Feathers burst out. A large hole was left in the wing, rendering the eagler incapable of flight, but green energy once again showered him to repair the damage. At the sa ti, sharp claws ca down on Salins face, deeply grazing his cheek.
Gan Salin jumped back. He licked his lips, tasting blood. Foam dripped out of his mouth. He was hurt and getting tired, while his opponent was no worse for wear. Fesh Wui threw his head back and unleashed a mighty caw.
This battle was heavily stacked against Gan Salin. The eagler and elef could each match him by themselves, let alone together, and though Brother Tao was trying, his power was just not enough.
Damn it, Jack! he thought. Where the hell are you!?
At this point, any other cultivator of the Dao of Insanity would have turned tail and ran. The Gan Salin of a year ago would have done the sa. However, things had changed since then. A new, warm light burned inside him, fueling him and centing his resolve.
There were people behind him that he needed to protect. He was fighting alongside his friends, none of whom would give up. Therefore, how could he?
Gan Salin possessed the Dao Root of Loyalty. For his companions, he would do the right thing or die trying. More foam erged from his mouth, his eyes grew redder. With a howl to the sky, he charged again.
Thankfully, Vanderdeckens music still covered the concert venue, enhancing the alliance fighters. That included Gan Salinand it also included another important fighter, Edgar Allano.
Edgar stood on an empty patch of ground, surrounded by the battling armies. Nobody seed willing to interfere in his fight.
Vlossana he muttered, savoring the na. Doesnt ring a bell. Why do you want to kill ?
Does it matter?
I would argue that it does.
She snorted, furrowing her brows. Prepare yourself, she said. Here I co.
Edgar was no fool. He could tell a crazy person. He quickly summoned his defenses, raising clouds of dust and various other elents, but her attack bypassed everything to strike at his heart directly.
He felt his willpower shake. Grief and joy hit him at once, overwhelming him. He lost control of his emotions. They made no sense. Suddenly, he was amidst a laughing crowd, laughing alongside them. The joy he felt was so pure he wanted to shout out and love everyone. It filled his heart like a warm balloon. He was happy, so happy he wanted to spread the feeling around to others until the entire world was a place of love.
The scene changed. He was now on top of a hill, watching a burning estate underneath. The stench of burning flesh filled his nose. He gagged and puked, but the feeling of grief was even stronger than the disgust. He recognized neither this place nor the dead, but the emotions were overwhelming him completely. They were what the person who actually experienced this visionthe saphira girl called Vlossanahad felt at the ti.
He could tell why she turned unhinged. Deep in his soul, grief and pity intertwined. It pained him that anyone had to experience things like this.
He tried to summon his magic. His Dao shone within his chest, roaring with anger, but all it achieved was to amplify the sense of grief around him. The false Dao he currently employed was one of destructionexactly the creator of such a scene.
You are powerless, the womans voice rang, walking out of an ash cloud. I can sense your Dao. It makes sick. Soone like you could never comprehend what I am going through, and even if you could, your Dao would shatter and leave you helpless. Just like my family was when the Animal Kingdom attacked them.
I dont understand, Edgar said with tears in his eyes. Why are you doing this? Why ? The Kingdom hard you, but we are against the Kingdom!
You dont need to understand, she replied with a snort. This isnt about you. Its just part of a deal Ive made. For the power I need to exact revenge, you are the price. And besides Her mouth curved into an ugly sneer. You will beco a side casualty of my rise to power, just like my family was a side casualty of that mans actions.
That man? Who?
I told you, you dont need to know!
An ugly torrent of emotions lashed out at Edgar and overwheld him, spinning him high and low like a hurricane. He was so confused that he couldnt even muster his magic. He felt happy and sad, every conflicting emotion at once.
Break! he shouted, releasing his Dao without any control. The scene around him cracked and shattered like a mirror, revealing the battlefield where he and the saphira still stared into each others eyes; not a second had passed in the real world. He saw the pain hiding deep within her eyes. He saw the resolve. His hearthis real Dao, the Dao of Magic, and wonder, and breathless, exciting discoverycried for her.
Most importantly, however, he felt his own exhaustion. That uncontrolled explosion of magic just now had burned over a third of his total reserves. If he got trapped again, he would be in trouble.
Edgar looked away and galvanized his magic. The elents obeyed his will. Waters rose, fire burned, the earth shook, and the wind blew. Sand and dust circled him, while a tiny star of elental convergence blossod before his face, slowly growing in power.
However, as the woman advanced on him, one step at a ti, he felt like a child punching a wall. His powers were great but ineffective. The elents roared but were unable to approach her. He couldnt bring himself to do it. She had infiltrated his psyche and filled him with emotions that he struggled to control. His heart protested this battle. All the doubts hed ever harbored resurfaced, making him hate himself for even thinking to attack this pained woman instead of hugging her and whispering that everything would be okay.
At the sa ti, Edgars mind was filled with guilt over his own weakness. Everyone depended on him, but he couldnt bring himself to attack. This woman had found his weaknesses and grabbed them tight. It didnt matter if his Dao had changed. His heart had not. Faced with this devastated person, he justcouldnt. The storm of destruction in his Dao raged, but it was unable to reach her, blocked by itself.
She kept approaching, nacing and cold. There was no rcy in those eyes. She would reach Edgar, kill him, and carry on her with her devastated life. Edgars eyes were filled with tears, choking over his own weakness.
Jack could have attacked her for sure. Vivi could have. Even the professor, or Brock, or Harambe, or Sparman. But he, Edgar, was the only one who couldnt. His empathy was too strong. His resolve, too weak. He had sacrificed everything to help his friends, but when push ca to shove, he remained just as useless as he always had been. His kindness was a cri.
Vlossana kept approaching, ready to kill.
And, hidden in the surrounding army, disguised as an E-Grade human, the echidna devil cackled to itself. Hehehe, it muttered. Go on, my pawn. Reap his soul for , and surrender yours at the sa ti. Fulfill the deal. Corrupt yourself. The mont he dies, both of your pure souls will be minehis eyes widened in ecstasyand I will recover to the C-Grade!
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