“I do not believe you,” Agathon gulped, “a humanoid chimera, with human reasoning at that...?”
Mon’Ter raised his hand and extended the fingers widely, showing his black draconic claw. “I assure you.”
“Dragon claws...” Agathon mumbled.
“My fluff here too, it’s part of my... Werebeast side? I think Ely said that... yeah,” Mon’Ter scratched his cheek while referring to his mane.
He then took his boot off, showing the bone like talons he had for feet. “Also this, I dunno what this is from.”
“Unlit phoenix talons?!” Agathon raised his tone high enough that the guards heard him.
“Oh, so this is my phoenix part, cool,” Mon’Ter monotoned.
“Your majesty?! Is everything alright in there?” they readied their blades, at a moment’s notice they could charge right in.
“Y-yes, everything is fine!&rdqu
Hope you enjoyed reading! Please do leave reviews and comments (^_^)/ There is a good chance I won't be able to write more until the start of June, I have my university finals to worry about and I have to study! I hope the wait isn't too long for you, dear readers, but bare with me! I'm thankful for you all and look forward to telling you the rest of our story <3
“Know your bounds, Mora,” Mon’Ter, no, Arth’Roth spoke. “The last time you attempted something, how exactly did that go for you?” “You amuse me, demon prince,” Spiritus Mora smiled. “Or should I call you Usurper? The next Demon King? How would you prefer, you undead bastard?” “I’d rather you just used my name, or better yet, not bring me out of this child’s consciousness by such force,” Arth’Roth glared, the fear he placed upon Mora growing. Each piece of white had now truly seeped itself into crimson. As the two had their stare down, the supposed Arch-Lord class king of the elves looked towards them from the floor. He raised his head while trembling through his entire self, breathing was hard and moving was nigh-impossible. ‘The demon prince… Arth’Roth?’ Agathon’s lip shook. ‘I thought him special as a sane humanoid chimera, but… To think the creature, the person keeping him sane was that prince of demons himself…! ‘Demons should have long si
Back in the Elven palace, the earlier influx of aura spilling from the sacred tree's realm had caused a ruckus. Every single resident, be they guest, guard, knight or even a noble of Nature's Keep, they had all fallen in deep unconsciousness. With the knights of Mora out of commission, Lanos and Namir, the two seemingly guards who had met our party at the city gates came in to investigate. They'd made their way past the crowd of guards from Nature's Keep, finding them all fully unconscious. "What... The entire keep is just... Silent," Lanos had his brow caught in his hands. "What could have caused this?" "Beats me, why'd you even bring me along? I was just about to finish cleaning the inner wall..." Namir grumbled, he held no sense of obligation towards the knights and was only there because of the idling knight who was wandering about, trying to figure out the source of the aura which brought everyone down. "You're with me, and that's final. Now come
“That was close,” Arth’Roth mumbled while watching the door vanish. “Can’t have our magic leaking out like that. This child’s friends won’t be able to handle it.”“You’d do best not to ignore me,” Mora said as clocks made from magical energy formed all around them.“YOU’d do best to cease your stupidity and act civil,” Arth’Roth glared back at him, his tail swung around them and shattered each clock in an instant. “I do not wish to stick around for long, so listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you.”“You think you’re in any position to talk like that to me?” Mora narrowed his gaze. “As you are now, can you even exert half of your original prowess? I doubt you could even do a third! While I, I have grown far superior to what I was a millennia ago! You shall not continue to mock me as an inferior to you, Arth’Roth!”<
A thud sounded, and a man fell to the floor of black. Slowly, the void returned its coloring to a pure white, and all noise ceased. The sacred tree continued shining with a lush glow just meters away, as Agathon, the king of the elves, watched in disbelief.His eyes widened, strands of graying hair crumbled to his side as his mouth went agape. With chapped, trembling lips, he spoke. “Spiritus Mora… The World Spirit... Lost?”In the distance, Arth’Roth stood over the wounded Mora. His blade convulsed back into a black orb that soon after dispersed, and he turned to look at the spirit. Mora continued clutching his trident, nearly as strong as he was grating his teeth. A flow of bluish liquid seeped from under him, but he struggled to get up all the same.“I’ve placed a rather mortal wound on you, Mora,” Arth’Roth spoke casually. “You should lay still, and maybe finally listen to me?”“Screw
Elyenora laid in a chair between two beds set out for her comrades, Samuel and Sereia. Neither showed signs of waking up anytime soon, and she was still pondering on whether Mon'Ter was alive or not. It ate away at her, enough so that she wasn't even sure if she was processing it or blanking out. The elves, Lanos and Namir, had gathered personnel from outside the keep. They had managed to round up everyone unconscious and were now taking care of them in this large hall full of beds, everything seemed more or less fine with the people, but panic was slowly setting into the ranks of the guards and medics tending to the victims. The king had vanished, along with their connection to the spirit world, and as an extension, their deity. Words and murmurs travelled, creating circles, twists and turns throughout the area. The center of the hall had beds, with those in need of care under a healer’s hands. Many seemed like some curse had been afflicted upon them, as if
“Mon’Ter…?” Mora tentatively called out while furrowing his brow. “I know you hear me; it’s time to wake up.”Looming silence proceeded."I'm starting to get angry now, child!" Mora finally got fed up with trying to make Mon’Ter awaken as he tugged at the creature's arm with enough force to lift him up. "Wake up now!"Yet again, no response."Ugh… Is he still going to keep sleeping?" Mora's expression turned in complete exasperation as he held his head low.In that moment, a whimper sounded from not too far away. "M-my lord..." Agathon neared, his crumbling visage crawling towards the pond of the sacred tree."Agathon," Mora's gaze cleared as he took in a breath. "You..."The elderly person on the ground looking nothing like his previous kingly image, he had wrinkled skin, short gray hair that still fell apart even now. His limbs stretched forward and his stained cloak soon began
Mon'Ter and Agathon walked forth, stepping along a path made of what they deemed stars. The surroundings were filled with blue and golden light, with the latter being the dominant hue. The duo walked without any other distraction, safe the trail of color before them. After walking for about a few minutes of making mile-long steps, Agathon turned back to Mon'Ter. "So, this is what the in-between looks like, such beauty, wouldn't you say?" he quizzed. "Yes, it is quite pretty," Mon'Ter pursed his lips, looking around. The vast void filled with aurora was unlike any sight he'd laid his eye on before, it was so otherworldly. "I wish I could show this to Ely and the others." "The princess?" Agathon mused, holding a soft smile under his nose. "My, I'm sure she'd be awe struck too. And while we’re on a side note, I see you've suddenly gained a better understanding of speech? You don't seem to stutter at all now, Mr. Chimera." "I guess not," Mon'Ter t
"Here we are," Lanos said, opening the doors to the teleportation chamber.It was a large circular room made of arrays of runic glyphs, each engraved onto the walls. The center was an empty space which rose to a meter above the ground, where it had been enchanted to have a stable transference of data to the other point. A simple platform was present at the center, upon which was a spherical stone that stood amidst the glyphs. It was a fascinating place, one which drew the attention of the princess and her companions."Whoooa," Mon'Ter exclaimed with a continuation. "This looks familiar!""Hm, yes, quite the magical sight," Samuel said, admiring the runic engravings as he did so."This is from where we will travel to the dungeon," Lanos said monotonously."It looks quite like father's own teleportation circle," Sereia commented."That it does," Samuel said, looking over at the stone. "What is that for, though? Lord Gaia had no such stone in h
Just as Mon’Ter was busy rotting on the inside, Samuel and Sereia were finally able to get back on their feet. Samuel could now see properly and move around, and Sereia had drunk a high grade healing potion that brought her back up to speed. “Agh… My back was killing me there…” Sereia said as she stretched, trying to get herself back into shape. “Do I even need to mention my head…?” Samuel held it, he still felt like it would start spinning again but thankfully it was over. “We really need to go and help Mon’Ter out,” Sereia mumbled out loud. “It seems like he got two of them but he’s facing that guy that my dad said was the best assassin in the world…” Still, they were a bit far away from the chimera and couldn’t assist him right away, especially since Mon’Ter’s fear came true. “It seems like we have our own troubles to deal with first…” Samuel pointed out as he gazed at the sky above them. “Huh? That guy again?” Sereia said in annoya
As Mon’Ter stood in a confrontation between himself and the three assassins, Sereia and Samuel did their best to catch their bearings and get to assisting him rather than being a burden for him. Thankfully, Samuel had some recovery potions on him, but due to his issue with coordination caused by Hendrick’s eye ability, he couldn’t move his arms in the right direction much less find where he’d stored the bottles.And as for Sereia, she actually did try to get to Samuel and find the potions for him, but, given how wounded her back really was she was having some difficulty pushing herself to stand back up and move towards his bag. Of course, this would only take her seconds to do in real time, maybe ten or twenty, but in the moments of combat those seconds would be more than enough for her and him to lose their lives at once many times over.They were dealing with assassins after all, and while these assassins were definitely slowed down from the g
Just as Elyenora was dealing with Alinesia with the help of Randus’ Gravity Zone spell, so were Sereia and Samuel working on using the spell to their advantage too. Seeing as they were able to outmaneuver their respective match ups and bring down two specters, they had now managed to get away from the other two old men who’d targeted them and made their way towards where Mon’Ter was being held down by Alinesia’s parents.That, of course, didn’t take long at all with the help of Samuel’s teleportation magic.Sereia quickly landed right over the female assassin with super long nails, Allison, while Samuel waltzed right into her husband, Hendrick, and swung straight at his arms that were holding Mon’Ter’s head up close to his eye level.On Sereia’s end, things were quickly and easily dispatched. Having had the jump on the opponent she was able to instantly get Allison to dodge her first blow and leave Mon’
With Alinesia’s light blinding everyone, Randus was able to easily move about by practicing a simple spell to allow his eyes to perceive past the blinding shine of her. He had basically created pseudo shades on his face which he used to escape from Lerroy’s immediate reach.During the course of the battle so far, the two of them had been flying high up in the air and blasting each other with all manner of magical spells, it had gotten to the point that most of the soldiers down below were getting nervous just by standing underneath them. However, Randus hadn’t just been mindlessly flying about and chucking explosions at his old master, no, of course not, he wouldn’t be where he is at today if he did something so basic.The whole time they were moving around the air space, Randus had been leaving small sigils in specific locations high above the ground and laying out a layer filled circle of magic large enough to encompass most of the existing su
Alinesia had completed her transformation, however, she wasn’t the only one making moves during that last minute of action. There were still many people on the battlefield, and the ones who made the biggest change aside from her, were definitely Randus, Samuel and Sereia who all made good use of the previous minute or so of time.On their side of the field, just as Elyenora and Alinesia were having their clash of wills, Samuel and Sereia both found themselves pushing against their respective spectral opponents. It had gotten to the point where they were chasing after these Low ranking Arch Lord Class entities as if they were hunting rabbits.It was at this time that both Gandar, the court mage of the Royal palace and the elderly master of the assassin’s guild intervened on their little chase. Gandar shot through the sky atop a conjuration of wind and flew near enough to be within his range of Samuel, he weaved his staff and made a spiraling motion with it b
Back to the princess’ side of the field, where she was facing off against a previous foe. Elyenora could feel that things weren’t going her way at all, she knew it in her heart with every strike she sent towards Alinesia and every second she wasted on fighting against her. But what could she do while everyone was being held back like this? There was one and only thing she could really do to try and help out.Ending the fight swiftly.Alinesia had certainly grown significantly since their last fight, she was more than the princess’ match even after Elyenora had gotten her significant growth spurt after releasing the spiritual cultivation shard from her body. However, it didn’t seem like the Lioness would be able to keep up with Elyenora if she just made a simple action and unleashed her newly acquired artifacts.“I’m sorry, but I’ll be ending our little rematch early,” the princess said as she pushed back on the fla
Cazimir fell, cut in half and in a completely stupefied state. Someone meant to have been on his side, an ally, had just taken him down. His bloodied eyes shone with a bright light and created shadow soldiers that tried to hold him back together, barely, even as his own blood and organs left his body to splatter down on the ground. “W–wh–y…?” Cazimir asked as only one of his eyes barely managed to move and look at Finn. “Because you interfered where it was not your place, stupid assassin,” Finn said, his eyes wider than an open door and staring the vampire down with intense pressure behind his every word. “Couldn’t you follow simple instructions? I told you. Don’t interfere with my fight. Leonidas is mine to do battle with.” “Bast–ard…” Cazimir barely mumbled out, and with another glow of his eyes he forced the soldiers to move him about ten meters away from the now enemy. With yet another glow, he summoned out a potion that fell from a litt
Alinesia glared at Elyenora with her fiery blade burning at her side. “It’s sure been a while, hasn’t it?”“You again?!” Elyenora clicked her tongue, she had been forced to stop right in her tracks by her once again, for the second time. “Why are you here!?”“Why?” Alinesia grit her teeth. “Did you seriously ask me why, you blond bimbo?!”“What?” The princess felt a little taken aback by the assassin’s words. “Don’t you understand what you’re working towards right now? Do you even know what my brother is trying to do!? It’s all foolish! Why would you work for him? You’re smarter than that!” Elyenora tried to change her mind if she could, though, it didn’t seem like Alinesia was here for money or anything of the sort by the look on her face.“You think I’m here just because that prince twat brother of yours asked t
“We kill all of them to get to him,” Mon’Ter’s voice reverberated throughout the entire space, being heard by everyone that surrounder him and his comrades.It caused several laughs to erupt, which then continued into multiple more and more until the entire enemy legion made a laughing stock out of Mon’Ter’s words.“Bold words from someone bound to die,” Gandar, the royal court mage, snickered at his words. “Who even are you, boy? Another knight? Not with that get up you’re not. Perhaps a mage? Shall I teach you some proper manners in speech?”“I’d actually like that,” Mon’Ter said truthfully. “But it’s not the time to be learning manners.”His hand extended and his fingers grew as his nails elongated into sharp swords capable of piercing the thickest of hides and slashing the hardest of steels. The strange development caused many to put their guard