What had managed to cause such a change in Elyenora? What was the Hymn of the Abyss? Had she truly been pushed so far that she’d entered such a state? What kind of state was it even?
To figure that out, we must know of what happened earlier on, during her battle with Lioness, the female assassin.
In the moment that Mon’Ter had dashed away from the original battlegrounds together with Cazimir, and Blaze had gone to do his own thing due to being denied partaking in combat. Elyenora had simply continued her face of with the fearsome Lioness. There was nothing out of place here.
The two women glided their blades over one another and swapped their places, sliding away from each other while turning around and brandishing their blades. Elyenora held her renowned blade, the famed ‘Silent Wind’ rapier. While the Lioness held her own saber, one that was seemingly made from solid gold.
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Alinesia’s every step made the air around her burn, Elyenora could feel the heat waves hit against her soft cheeks as she stared down at her opponent. The flaming avatar was imposing, however she had faith for victory still.Elyenora began using all of the wind at her disposal in a futile attempt to alleviate the scorching presence of Alinesia, the winds spiraled around her frame at increasing speeds. She moved her rapier to her chest area and pulled back, ready to thrust forth at a moment’s notice.The assassin smirked, then without a hint of hesitation dashed towards the princess at an accelerated pace. Elyenora could barely tell when the burning blade had begun to descend upon her, aiming towards her shoulder.The princess parried the strike and moved to the side, she instantly started sweating and losing moisture both in her mouth and on her skin, the sweat which appeared would instantly evaporate as it formed.<
“What’s with that look?” Alinesia questioned the princess’ gaze. It was a narrowed one, her sunset colored pupils were barely visible beneath her eyelids.The assassin shuddered from that gaze, and even took a step back much to her own dismay, ‘Why am I afraid?’She couldn’t answer that question, she couldn’t figure out what was so dreadful about a wounded girl whom she’d just defeated. Even if Elyenora had mustered more strength from the wind she’d gathered, what of it? It wouldn’t change the overbearing difference between the two.Or so Alinesia had thought.By the time she gazed back at the princess after her sudden step back, Elyenora was already standing, humming her calming melody without a care in the world. Her eyes were still fixated onto Alinesia and the assassin didn’t like it at all. Her stomach churned and a cold feeling enveloped her despite the r
Cazimir looked down at the princess, his gaze shifted from her to Alinesia. He saw that both were severely injured, however it was obvious who was the loser here. ‘How could Alinesia lose to princess Elyenora? She should be stronger according to our intel,’ his thoughts spiraled around for but a moment, then he threw the matter aside.‘No matter, her ladyship’s wellbeing will be a priority to me now,’ he continued his trail of thought and raised a hand in the air. Blaze stared at Cazimir as the man took out two glass bottles from a shadow like cloud. They each had an oval shape and a thin spiraling neck where a cap stood.“Blaze,” Cazimir’s voice rang out. He extended his arm and handed the one armed pyromaniac the two bottles. Both were filled with a bright red liquid.“Y-yes?” Blaze asked, still a bit overwhelmed by the current situation. He had just lost an arm and was in the presen
“Wind’s Descent,” the cold voice reverberated throughout the area. Elyenora’s hand gracefully and seemingly slowly moved forwards into a stabbing motion.Time seemed to stop for the onlookers as they watched, it became hard to breathe for a single second and each held their breath. Alinesia, Blaze and Cazimir looked upon the scene which Elyenora caused with her one singular motion of the blade.The small dot of concentrated wind had been unleashed, it was silent, much akin to the name of the blade that created it. A line as thin as hair made its way in a straight line towards the three beasts, it had appeared and vanished near instantly.All three dragons ceased their breaths of flame at the same time, each one lost the light in their eyes and tumbled down towards the earth. They had all received a pinpoint accurate hole within the side of their heads.Some final embers of the fire slowly reached down
Mon’Ter breathed out a small stream of flames that glided to the side of his cheeks. His long white hair covered his entire back and his arms dug deeply into the charred earth below. With a predatory gaze, he stared towards the slowly marching enemy forces.There were dozens of shadow warriors, each in the lower ends of the noble class. Truly, they were a trifling matter, however they still posed a distraction to the beast. He’d been stabbed by nine such figures before, and those weren’t nearly as strong as these are, so he had to take them out all the same else he’d risk another similar event transpiring.The monster knew he should act carefully, the previous damage done to him was still present in the form of exhaustion despite the moon’s healing effect which rejuvenated him to full strength. Not to mention that his body was covered in both intense muscle pain and reoccurring phantom pain. Those both came from the strain and previo
The bestial growls continued to come about from Mon’Ter’s lowered frame. He protected the unconscious Elyenora as the fingers on his newly formed left hand kept rotting and corroding under the effects of the enhanced Mordax steel. Breathes of fire still slide across his cheeks while his white hair stood on end.His eyes sharpened, glowing in the dark vision of the enemy assassin. Cazimir couldn’t completely grasp the appearance of the beast, but his senses were already on a level high enough to pick up the dangers that he faced.‘What an intimidating monster...’ Cazimir thought with a dripping brow. Cold sweat ran down the side and to his cheek, he kept thinking about how he would go about this encounter.“What’s wrong?” a sizzling voice permeated to his ears. “Are you... Scared?”Mon’Ter’s remark annoyed the assassin, but he wouldn’t allow himself to be provok
The sun raised itself over the horizon and lit up what remained of the forest canvas, blue skies loomed over, along with a fair number of clouds which still remained even after last night’s fiasco. There were some embers that still burned here and there, the fires in the woods had spread out far and wide, they’d thoroughly managed to burn a majority of the entire forest.In one of the clearings where everything had been blackened, stood a single tree which had been unaffected by the raging blaze of the night before. Its crown swayed with the morning winds and proudly showed its lively greenery.Beneath that very same tree, laid a sleeping girl. Her golden strands of hair blew along with the wind, her cherry colored lips parted to take in soft breaths, and her hand gently moved to rub her closed eyes.Elyenora awakened in the midst of the aftermath of carnage, right next to the seemingly only remaining plant that had retained its liv
Elyenora walked together with Mon’Ter around the burnt up Canvas which used to be green and flourishing with life, looking around at the damage all the while and seemingly filled with her own thoughts on the matter.She had torn her left sleeve off, as well as part of the seam on her left leg. In turn, she’d used the fabric as a bandage for her grueling wound on her stomach. It would take a long while before she could heal it after all, there was still a decent way to walk in order to reach the city, so at the very least she wanted to cover it for the moment.“We sure did do a number on this forest, huh?” Elyenora said as she walked.“Mmm...” Mon’Ter nodded, whispering a reply back. “There was no other... Way... Those guys were strong...”“Even still, it’s a shame,” Elyenora touched the bark, or what used to be the bark, of a blackened tree. Its crown had been erased completely and on