The immobility of my body was all the green-eyed wolf needed to show power.
His blade-tail slashed across my side, carving through the weak film of defenses I had layered around my body like they were made of paper.
My barriers could normally have been strong enough to save from a teor strike.
But these creatures—they were crushing them like glass bottles underfoot.
And then—
The leader appeared once more.
No sound.
No warning.
Just sudden, rciless force.
His paw struck , sending my body rocketing into the air.
'Curses!'
I tried to control my montum, attempting to use my wings to propel myself higher, out of their range of influence.
If I could just flee the battlefield—
Nothing happened.
My wings flapped—but there was no lift.
What?
That was impossible.
Originally, there had been a certain pressure applied on , from the mont the Supre Lord released his magic and began his experints...
But this ti was different; my wings weren't damaged.
By all logic, I should be flying.
But sothing had changed.
A new rule had been imposed on .
I couldn't fly.
Not anymore. Even with natural wings.
I began to plumt.
And then, before I could make sense of it, ice spears filled the air, like white cruel stars dotting the sky.
Dashing towards , swarming like a rain of pain.
I poured everything into my barriers, layering them with the strongest reinforcent I could fathom—
And yet—
The ice spears tore—no, like nails dipping into water, they maid .
Ignoring the barrier altogether, like they weren't even there.
They pierced rcilessly, sinking into flesh and bone, a grueso violation of my defenses.
'Why?! My barriers were ignored?'
Another conceptual magic—like that black lightning?
No...
I could feel it—there was nothing wrong with my defenses.
Which ant—
These spears weren't breaking through my barrier. They were designed to bypass them entirely.
A predetermined rule.
Her ice had been warped in a reality-bending law.
At this point... I'm I not battling god-class individuals?
Pain erupted in my body, ice spreading inside , freezing my organs before I even hit the ground.
The wind scread past my ears as I forced my magic to respond—
Hellfire swirled in my hands, hovering at my wounds: the heat barely keeping the cold from consuming whole—
But before I could touch the ground, they were on like the black on charcoal.
*
Three Specters.
They slamd into midair, fangs digging deep, twisting and ripping through my flesh like starved beasts.
I was crushed into the ground hard, and I wasn't given any mont to recover.
The Blue-eyed wolf pressed down with a paw, keeping pinned—
Then, with sickening finality, she tore my wings off.
CRACK.
SNAP.
The sound reverberated through my entire body.
Pain I hadn't felt in centuries—
Pain.
A reminder.
A price for existing in a physical vessel.
A cost I had long accepted.
But that didn't make it any less excruciating.
I could feel my mass dwindling, my strength leaking away.
I refused to let it continue.
With a burst of hellfire, I expelled them—searing flas forcing the Specters to back off before they could devour whole.
Hellfire was different.
A dangerous cursed fla.
Once lit, it burns eternally—consuming everything in its path until the caster wills it to stop.
Even my magic wasn't necessary to sustain it. It was self-sustaining, even if I died.
Slowly, I rose.
Standing in the swamp of my own blood,
I tried to piece together what happened.
Why had I halted mid-step then?
Why couldn't I fly?
Many answers were still shrouded in mystery, but I could speculate sothing.
The Blue-eyed wolf.
Her freezing ability had more to it than just ice—
It must have interfered with my body's mobility sohow.
But there was sothing off.
If it was a full paralysis, I should have been immobile more often, no?
Yet, she had only stopped once—
aning, it had a tir?
Or worse—
She was waiting.
Waiting for the right mont where I'll be caught unaware and unable to resist.
But as for my inability to fly—
My gaze shifted to the fox spirit standing several feet away, one of her tails was glowing—
A soft, eerie blue at its tip.
She had been brewing disaster.
A realization settled in.
Each of her tails probably had different abilities.
And then, she spoke.
"You've had your fair share of fun. Let trample on him too."
And trample, dear readers, she did.
*
Sharp winds slashed at my barriers, piercing through like invisible blades, their edges grazing my flesh—tearing from within.
The earth itself beca my enemy;
Devouring, crushing, slamming—
Like I had been cursed by Pison itself.
Mysterious forces halted my movents, twisting my evasions into mockery.
I was like a hapless rodent caught in a trap.
Dark tallic shards—deadly, precise—shot toward , so shifting mid-air, turning into a caustic mix of acid that burned through my barriers like molten steel through wax.
Magic strikes—each more brutal than the last—obliterated my limbs, tearing through flesh and barrier in a single instant.
And the worst part—It wasn't just my body she sought to violate.
A foreign presence slithered into my mind.
Subtle at first.
Then a full-scale invasion.
To seize control.
All while the physical attacks persisted, I was undergoing a severe ntal war.
Several hypnotic attempts to seize my will, to drown in obedience.
A hundred voices whispered commands into my mind—insidious, suffocating—each one ant to break down from the inside out.
I resisted.
Only barely.
And for every mont I fought it—
A new brand of tornt replaced the last.
No matter how fast I moved—
No matter how unpredictable I sought to beco—
It was aningless before the Fox Spirit.
As if she already knew.
As if she could see my future.
Her left eye shifted.
The purple pupil fractured—
Seven irises overlapped, spinning, focusing—
And then, the abyss ca for .
Actual waves of void surged forward like a blanket of vacuum.
A darkness that was alive, one could say.
It reached for like the hands of forgotten gods, attempting to consu —
To drag into and endless, empty maw of oblivion itself.
And at the other end of that abyss?
Nothingness.
True erasure.
Not even death would be my salvation.
I sohow managed to escape and fell to my knees.
Tattered.
Wounded.
Breathless.
Even my regeneration—once my ultimate defense—was struggling to keep up, lagging behind the relentless onslaught.
And then, in final mockery—
She showed the distant gap between us.
This incarnate of shade—
This being of absolute darkness—
Wielded the holy attribute.
I watched, disbelieving.
The very power that purified us darkness-attributed Principalities on contact—that reduced my kind to dust—was now held in her grasp.
And she was going to use it against .
"Now, perish by my divine light, understood?"
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