A demonic beauty, with horns, tentacles, eyes, an insect-like face, and certain feminine body parts naked and exposed for the eyes to admire. It’s a vision that will break one’s mind. There was no uniformity in the normal sense of the word, but each part of this body that stood on four legs was built for one thing.
Killing.
This Demon’s na had long disappeared from history, its nature, its true identity, and its actions are more of a wonder. The world had done its best to remove it from history all in an effort to prevent its rise again.
But looking closer, the aspects of multiple animals interwoven together into a humanoid torso and partial human face covered by countless ears that dropped like that of rabbits. Oh, this reminds of the description of beings that don’t exist on the lands of Brihma or Azad anymore.
I am not even sure if it’s the case in the rest of the continents. For, these aspects belong to the Beastn, whose cannibalistic nature in the past led to their downfall. Like their na, they were hunted by the mages of the old, exacting revenge and turning them into re history. If not for the countless fossils that do exist to this day, they would have been nothing more than the stuff of legends.
And now, one of those legends, a fallen of their kind was in front of , struggling against a dead god that turned his domain into a prison for this monster. A perfect killing machine that still carried life, looking toward the god that bound it.
A god that appeared nothing more than a giant sunflower.
"Hmm." The roots grew over the wooden mask until it turned into a ball, and then rolled over the area. Rushing not to the monster, but the flower.
Though my speed was still a bit behind the speed of the bastard Lakram, its ever-changing form made it far easier for it to adapt to this difficult and broken terrain connected by vines and roots of their own.
And with Lakram holding part of Nature’s divinity and even most of my divinity and body, it could easily influence the other branch, controlling the vines and even the floating islands around as he pulled the islands together to form a path, unlike who rolled and bounced around the place.
As for the Abyss corruption, Lakram gladly accepted it without sha, or it might just be its ignorance, while the battle behind us still raged, the power of a God and a sealed Demon went on.
But the winner was obvious, all those things did earn us just a few minutes at tops before all the corrupted areas were burned to ashes.
And then, from those ashes rose Knights in Burning Armor and a skeletal face. The Dusk Knights rose in the air, their body like phantoms and the sword growing out of their arms. And then like wraiths made of flas, they flew into the air, cutting apart vines and even the Abyss followed by the Light bringers whose fire started to evaporate virtually everything in his path.
"You will not escape." It spoke, pointing toward the overgrowth of Lakram that kept spreading, hoping to save itself from this battle.
While I remained invisible in their eyes.
I, the very reason that Angel ca here was not even his priority while Lakram was. A weird thing to say the least. What was it that made Lakram important in that angel’s eyes? Hah, if only I could learn it.
But for now, I have to escape and reach the sunflower which is where the divinity of the dead god might be residing.
And then, there was an explosion through the air with a sound. "Foolish totem." Followed by a fireball, intending to burn alive.
How, why did he notice now?
And that explosion burned , huge parts of the wooden ball as well as the mask hidden inside.
If not for the size that kept increasing due to the imnse vitality of Nature’s domain, I would have died.
’Run.’ I had been noticed, or it would be more appropriate to say, the Angel hadn’t forgotten as I had foolishly assud, it attacked , or specifically the burning Wraiths that flew through the air with swords that fired projectiles at .
If not for the heavy Abyss Aura ingrained in this place, I would have died.
’But I won’t... this is the ti, this is how I win.’ Inching forward bit by bit, rolling from one broken island to another, where the abyss and the angels kept trying to fight each other off while with at the center.
But I fooled them. Even with no senses, no eyes, no ears, or no nightmare domain to connect to. I still felt their existence, the very energy in this world let feel their form, their movents. I was virtually blind to all things that were mortal. But those containing energies, lit up like fireflies in my mind, making it easier. But such an action of mine also made my spiritual sense dance around the area, causing the Abyss corruption to slowly devour it, or was it the other way around? For I felt weak, but happy at the sa ti.
And through that physical fluctuation, their accuracy in predicting my movents increased. Generally, only Spiritualists would dare to do sothing in battle unless you are strong, this is suicidal as it opens your mind to outside influence or even mind reading.
But I can’t afford the chances, it’s too late to worry about it. So damage to my ntality is worth it as long as I can reach the end, the divinity was close to , the very edge.
And then.
Boot, a sword struck, breaking open the ball that had regrown before, but the mask remained intact, shifting to a corner.
But then another floating wraith ca at the very sa ti, striking the mark that was exposed horizontally.
"No..." Breaking it, and this destruction was followed by fire and splinters flying around the area, with few of those splinters falling toward the sunflower, that was under the protection of what appeared to be giants made out of Vines.
Giants that did nothing to these Wraiths, and instead started to battle the Abyss more and more.
"Death... life." As for the one called Jester, little remained of him. Unable to move, unable to think, splintered into pieces, what remained of him was also shattered.
’Death... life." This place, this whole prison, is far worse than one can imagine. The Prizes here are not ant to be taken, the god here doesn’t wish to be revived, nor does it wish to be devoured by a fellow nature god like Lakram, which started its own offensive when the fla wraiths and the Light Bringer were not alone on obstructing its passage, but even the giants that rose from the islands and beasts made out of flora that started to rip it apart pieces by pieces and let him beco manure for this prison.
While for the light bringer, it remained unhard by the defense system of this domain, instead he worked in Tandem with it to obliterate the intruders.
It was certain death, with no chance of survival.
"Light... life... death." The broken pieces of mask thought, unable to move with no intent left in them.
This was just an offshoot of Jester anyway, one that he was able to save after sacrificing everything to Lakram, the only way he could survive. But life is all about disappointnts. It’s not always that you will win. No, losses are far more common in life than winning.
And that is the case for virtually everyone, whether they are rich or poor; it’s just that the nature of their battle differs.
"Death... I... B..." The splintered pieces started to disintegrate, the spiritual resonance that remained in them started to die down, and what remained of Jester was returning to nature, obliterated and unable to reincarnate.
"Bo..."
But, one piece of the splintered mark. A singular piece of it that had maintained a sliver of connection with the Nightmare realm, the only one with that connection.
"Bo...ring." Its mind, even in death, thought of this as boring.
And before the death reached its extre, evaporating him along with others, one small root grew out of the splintered mask. And that root traveled a few centiters to et a thicker root.
"In death, I dream of eternal entertainnt." And then, the last bit of delusion.
The last bit was so miniscule that it would have gone unnoticed.
But that last bit, caused the chaos in the domain to cease.
The Light Bringer stopped like the chaotic Abyss aura while he turned to look at the Sunflower. "No." He spoke in a low voice.
But he knew, it was already too late, for he had felt a disconnection from this Domain in that last second.
A disconnect followed by the withering of the Sunflower.
"NOOOO..."
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