My flas continued to rage, as if I hadn't heard her at all. They grew stronger with each breath I took.
The Divine raised her hand. The golden shine coming from the sky brightened. More magic, more power flowed to the Divine.
In response, I created yet another flaming spear. The black-purple flas spread throughout the room, threatening Alina and Joshua as well.
"So, you will kill them?" The Divine spoke. Her voice filled with satisfaction and arrogance. Her lips ford a disgusting smile.
A wordless shout left my mouth. A scream – a cry of pain and anger. Wrath and sorrow.
I heard a woman's cries. Alina shouted sothing as a golden light shone behind the Divine. My sight snapped to it – so she was still alive! I felt no relief, as I had felt no regret at attempting to kill her.
She had betrayed . The purple flas leapt towards her, only to be blocked by the Divine's power.
"I will not allow you to harm them, demon!" She declared as my flas relentlessly assaulted her crimson barrier.
All I could think of – all I could see was the golden light behind her. Healing Joshua, only so he could attempt to kill once more. As if I'd allow that. As if I'd fall for the sa thing so many tis.
I needed power. More power. More than I already had. Enough power to burn down those crimson barriers. Enough power to kill the Divine. Enough power to get out of this world.
I used Soul's Aspect – not with the Phoenix' soul, or with the wyvern's soul, instead, I called upon Rhia's soul. I knew she was the strongest. She had stood against Aelith after all – she had enough power to stall that monster of a Divine.
Co to , you want revenge too, don't you?
She had no voice; she couldn't answer with words. But as her power flowed into – her knowledge, her mories – I knew she wanted revenge as much as , perhaps even more than that. My eyes – our eyes – shone with a purple light as my wings burst into flas – purple flas.
"I can't heal him!" Alina's shout echoed from behind the Divine. "The flas won't go out!"
I could fee my flas burning Joshua. I didn't care.
I raised my hand high as my scythe materialised in my palm.
"Filthy demon." The Divine spoke. "Don't fret, priestess. The flas will die when he does. The assassin will survive until then." As she spoke, crimson tendrils burst out of the ground around her.
I dashed forward as my flas raged. Rhia's anger and wrath was added to my own. And not just hers, I could feel it from every soul I had taken in. I drew from that hatred and wrath. I allowed it to feed , to add to my power.
I allowed it to consu .
My scythe shattered the barrier the Divine had put forth. Standing at the centre of the room, she flinched, visibly. For only a fraction of a second, fear flashed across her face. Her expression twisted, but she quickly regained her composure.
She raised her hand, calling forth more power from the Divine Pillar. The golden lines reaching to the sky pulsated with power.
A blade made of pure golden light appeared in her hands. She raised it just in ti to stop the crystalline blade of my scythe.
We remained locked like that for a mont before she pushed back. I dashed towards her as soon as I regained my balance – I wasn't going to let her get away.
Wrath and anger consud as I struck her again and again. With each one of my strikes, she moved a little bit backwards and I stepped forward. My last strike sohow got through her defences, leaving a deep cut in her forearm.
Genuine shock appeared on her face as she stumbled back. I was ready to chase her but stopped right before I took a step.
What was this symbol the golden lines of the Divine Pillar had created on the ground?
"Too scared to finish the job?" Her voice sounded. "You're pathetic, even for a demon."
My sight snapped back to her. What was that all about? I glanced at the symbol on the ground. Did she… was she trying to lure to step in it?
My foot was right at the edge of it.
I could fee the souls' wish – they wanted to kill her. They were urging to chase her. Yet, Rhia seed to have cald down sowhat. She was silent. In fact, she was almost wary.
It took so effort, but I took a small step back.
Why? Do you want to die that much?
"Stop that." She shook her head. I could see her clenched fists. So that was her angle – whatever she needed for required that symbol on the ground. "Stop talking like him."
I didn't care much for her words. I wasn't sure who she was talking about. I took another step back.
"So what, you're going to cower now?" She asked with a wicked grin on her face. Yet, her eyes showed a different expression. Fear and worry. Because I had just stopped acting like she expected to.
I'm done.
I turned my back on her, only to see Alina running towards . Before I could react, she threw herself into the flas surrounding and hit with all her strength and weight.
I stumbled back.
Pain jolted through my body as my grasp on my power slipped. The flas around us disappeared, until nothing but embers remained. Purple embers, much like those on my wings. The strength in my legs disappeared as I felt to the ground. I could feel the golden light of the Divine Pillar burning my skin, dissolving what little power I had left until nothing remained.
"You are done." The Divine spoke as she stepped closer. I reached for my scythe that lay on the ground just outside the symbol's lines. As soon as my fingers touched the golden light shining from the shape on the ground, I pulled my hand back. It felt as if lightning had struck .
"You've lost."
She gave no ti to react. Crimson tendrils burst from the cracks right outside the shape on the ground and wrapped themselves around my wrists and legs tightly. The divine slowly approached as I lay helplessly on the ground.
"Good job, priestess." A long object wrapped in cloth appeared in her hands. "You'll do the honours, as I'll be casting the spell."
Alina nodded, out of breath. Her skin was burnt and her clothes dirty with blood. She took the object wrapped in cloth and slowly undid the wrapping.
"It's beautiful," She said with a weird expression on her face. I had never seen her like that before.
She held the sword the Divine gave her over my chest. Its sharp end was all I could look at.
My senses sharpened as I felt the Divine's magic pulsate around us. I struggled to free myself – to get out of the hold of these tendrils and escape, but the more I struggled the tighter their hold beca.
"This is for Samantha." She whispered as she raised the sword.
The sll of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.
As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those 'friends'? The sa people who mocked , took advantage of, and used ?
Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to soone. Because I wanted that group to need . To value . To have a reason to keep around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between and everyone else.
The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword's blade. After everything I went through, I hadn't expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this ti I didn't think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching die. She was enjoying killing .
The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn't be, but it was. What should have been a simple ga had beco my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.
My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?
Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this ti, appear before . "DEATH", in the pale blue font the ga always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long ti of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over.
I had died.
This was the end of my story.
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