"Sir!" The remainder of the ten orders all saluted towards the king that stood before them, the man worth the presence of a God...
As they raised their hands to their heads in salute, they regrouped. Now, each of them stood by the Spirit King’s side, which drus simply watched anxiously.
"I’m sorry, sir..." The third order sadly bent down, "We aren’t strong enough yet." He cried, and a tear fell onto the cave’s floor, which echoed silently.
drus and the Spirit King now stood five ters apart, inside a cave that echoed with their whispers. But only one man stood alone...
And that was the ’Lone Warrior,’ drus Miro.
"Back down," The Spirit King calmly told his man. Each of them stepped down, and his grin widened. "It’s ti I fight alone."
Both of them began squaring up, with no one in sight but the two strongest. In a night, under the Spirit Realm, the two strongest ungodly kings stepped foot to fight.
"Hey, Liam," drus paused, both of them walked forward at each other, "It’s been a long ti since I fought your ancestry, one of the Ironhearts-"
"For God’s sake, it’s Lionheart, Liam Lionheart." The Spirit King snapped, his gaze fixed towards drus.
"Does it matter?" drus grimacingly asked, "Because from today on, there will be no ’Lionhearts’ who exist anymore." He declared.
"I’ve been evolving countlessly, because we Spirits cannot die of age, but you..." Liam paused, continuously walking towards the Demon King, "You only have one-hundred years, thus you can never progress your techniques to their maximum potential."
"Oh, why can’t I?" drus curiously asked, a smug grin ran across his face.
Bam!
"Because I said so."
Both their heads clashed together! A clear face off between the two, the large winding after effect caused the ones who still have not died amongst the ten orders to fall backwards, barely hanging on a rock inside the cave for dear life. Overwhelming aura leaked from them both, in equal balance.
Creakkkk!
Without noticing it, their heads shattering across one another caused the cave to completely collapse onto them, leaving the remaining orders to fall down a mountain cliff that stood high above the ground.
The cave’s roof fell onto them both, and they stayed under the rubble. Both of them now lay on top of a mountain cliff, the night sky shone just above them, and beautiful grasslands spread throughout their vision.
"Eahehhh," A calm whisper ca beneath the stone, "Ah!" drus punched a large chunk of the roof’s cave into the pieces, getting up beneath all that rubble.
"Took you a while." Liam whispered, his body went through the stone-hard material, as he grinned, "Now, we can finally get back to-"
"You shouldn’t take your attention away from your opponent," drus said, appearing visibly in front of him.
Bam!
"You thought you could actually punch through ?" The Spirit King questioned as he stared at the punch drus had hit below, "Now..."
drus’s punch went right through Liam; his body had not absorbed the blow, but allowed it to pass right through it. With that, drus’s blessing, ’Sleipnir’s Divine Forgiveness,’ made him back away with speed that could’ve asured far beyond light speed.
"I might actually have to use this," drus pulled out a katana from a sheath he had under his crimson coat. The katana had a navy blue and strong black touch to it; the stains on it showed how brutal the weapon actually is.
Swift!
With that, both of them started to rush into each other. Their speed continuously went faster and faster, until...
drus doubled his speed, driving his blade forward into the Spirit King, but it went right through his body once again.
"Interesting," drus backed away once more, "If you can’t keep up with my speed, and I can’t touch you, what would be our best bet, would you say...?" He asked, swinging his katana backwards to rid the dust that hooked on.
The Spirit King smiled, "No worries." He paused, closing his eyes, "Raven’s Touch." Liam held his hands together, a symbol of him praying almost, but he wasn’t praying at all, nor was he giving salvation.
All the Spirit King was doing was preparing for a curse he was about to inflict upon not just drus, but himself as well.
"Ah, there we go," Liam said, "Now it’s fair."
"Oh, I see what you did here..." drus glared at his hands, his grin widened. "Blessing cancel huh? I heard about that, but didn’t know it was ant to be inflicted on the user as well." drus’s look intensified, "Now, I’m ready."
’Raven’s Touch.’ The raven is a powerful, paradoxical figure: a clever trickster, creator, and ssenger, often linked to magic, secrets, wisdom, and transformation, yet also to death, battle, and ill on, appearing as a guardian or a divine agent.
In this case, it was both a blessing and a curse. While it allows Liam to remove every one of his opponent’s blessings, it also removes his own divine greeting, which was ’Xiezhi’s Embodint.’ And his transparent body had been a blessing passed down by the creature’s ancestry, which the Spirit King inherited.
’Xiezhi’ cos from Chinese mythology, a one-horned, ox-like or goat-like creature with the ability to distinguish truth from lies and good from evil. This shows transparency as a whole, which the Spirit King can turn off and on at will.
Blessings co from mythological and mythical beasts or animals that have existed in their world for a long ti, and those creatures decided to pass those divine greetings down towards the Spirits, leaving everybody else forgotten. drus was also able to use blessings himself, which could only an one thing...
Both drus and the Spirit King were unable to fight one another; this was the plan he devised. Now, both of them only had their humane capabilities to spare, not the blessings that mythological beasts, which used to exist in their world that had passed down to them.
Now, this beca a real, vicious, audacious battle.
"Let’s go." Both of them started rushing one another, their gaze fixated on the strongest in their respective realms.
This was the decider, and whoever ca out on top would now have a stepping stone to win in this war with the other realm, both of them despised.
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