Realizing the fruitlessness of it's attack pattern, the high Seraph switched up it's tactic.It hung midair, wings outstretched, palms cupped together. Heat and light filtered out of it's cupped palms, then it expanded into a miniature sun, barely the size of a chicken egg. It floated out of the Seraph's palm, growing bigger as it floated upward. Then more joined it, all birthed from the high Seraph's palm, hot and angry they gradually grew.

Seven in total, they grew up until peaking at the size of a basketball.

Adam watched this process, marveling at the fusion reaction taking place with rapt attention, with his boosted psychic senses, he saw, felt and grasped the concept behind the Seraph's mini sun's. It was pure fusion. He had just birthed a sun in his palms, and even more were joining the first one.

Until the first of the suns shot at him, he didn't stir. But when he noticed the inevitable collision, he smiled.

Upon collision it would turn into a supernova, he would have no chance to evade beforehand because of the immense gravity exuded by the zooming solar ball. The gravity twisted at the space in it's surroundings, locking it down. This is the might of a half mythical being.

But Adam was never planning on an evasion, he smiled crazily, then gently as if plucking an apple, he pinched the sun.

Since manifesting his abilities, he had never gestured when using it. And the most important focus to different types of power was gestures. It always narrows down the use of a particular ability to a desired result.

He had never gestured even when he had to make do with the Psi bridge. He made it a practice not to depend on a crutch, even if it was his body. But now he did.

The sun paused midair suddenly, disregarding momentum. His consciousness brushed past a link that controls the sun's structure and it's activity, a link that traced back to the Seraphim, he severed it and took the sun for himself, then it shrunk in on itself, turning blue like a neutron star and collapsing some more until it was button sized.

Then he activated Thought speed.

In less than a microsecond, he was before the shrunken sun. Grabbing it, the hot star reshaped itself into a thin rapier. He dumped every iota of his telekinesis into the weapon of light and heat. His palm was cooked from the intense heat, despite the amount of barriers between his palm and the rapier. But it didn't char off. All in an instant he was upon the high Seraph, surprised for having it's ability wrestled forcefully from it's control frozen on it's face. But he had the mind to bring the other sun's in a circle around it. It planned on detonating the stars around it. An effective defense and a more effective attack. Their kind are almost immune to the heat and light of stars.

But it was still too late. The rapier crushed space along its length, telekinetic force mixed with fusion energy having combined in an unpredictable way.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he drove the rapier into it's chrome skull, It's face evaporated to the passage of the rapier, the Seraph's head disappeared in motes of vicious heat, most of it's torso following suit.

One of the sun encircling it crumbled, the high Seraph appearing in it's place, it's golden skin faded and cracked. Then he was again punctured through the chest with a thin white rapier. Melted slag fell down to the earth. Again another sun disappeared and the same situation occurred again.

Adam was stretched to his limit at this point. The Seraph had a way of reviving itself with it's created stars. He didn't go for the stars themselves, fearing a supernova. But he was able to detect disturbances in the energy of the stars themselves, effectively knowing where the Seraph would birth itself.

The last sun crumbled, then the Seraph appeared, wings torn in multiple ways, it's skull cracked in a not-thin line diagonally. The green flames of it's eyes threatened to flicker out any second.

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Adam wasn't faring better. His skin was burnt badly, his hair mostly burnt and a single foot reduced to a stump. The energy coursing through his body was too much, only a strength of will allowed him to continue his assault. But he refused to let go of the rapier, they were not yet out of trouble. The fight had barely been on for two minutes after all.

Pop. The last incarnation of the Seraphim shared the fate of it's predecessors without preamble. Adam was still holding unto the rapier midair. His body was failing.

He cast his psychic senses to the direction of the darkness imprisoning the desolate fiend. His physical one is unable to cross the distance. Adam's battle with the Sepahim had taken them quite a distance away from plain 'Tumult'.

The fiend was already escaping, three of it's bony arms gripping the thick darkness, using it to pull itself out.

He felt dread at this point. Only a little bit of time and they would be out of here. Time which might not be if it escaped it confines.

A mass of shadow coalesced beside him, then Ikar tumbled out. Still in his giant form, his eye sagged, full of exhaustion. The mystery had taken a lot out of him. His earlier bright golden hair had lost their parlor, they were dim now. His eyes now a full golden color and the halo above him was flickering on and off.

They both turned to regard each other.

"I have a last move. I cannot use it, but you can. But I doubt your body can take it, my friend." Ikar said as his eyes inspected the rapier Adam had in his grasp.

This thing had felled a high Seraph.

Ikar continued " I don't know a mystery strong enough, at least none will be as strong as your weapon."

"What can you do then?" Adam asked, impatient to get this done with.

"I can increase the might of your weapon by a hundred times it's current might. But the effect will disappear in a second."

" But I doubt anything can be achieved in a second."

"Do it then" Adam smiled wearily. "I will need less than a second."

Nodding his giant head, Ikar grabbed hold of the flickering tentacled halo above him. It then shrunk in size, taking on a physical form. Ikar's hair turned gray at the roots, his form visibly shrank until he was back to his initial transformation before ingesting the Ethroine's blood.

"Aolo." He spoke. Pressing the the physical halo onto the surface of the white rapier. Like water it flowed into the rapier in a thin stream of gold. The proximity of Ikar to the weapon scorching his palm badly. He reflexively backed away. Awed at the weapon's capability for destruction.

When the last of the halo flowed into the rapier. The more the liquid turned golden halo entered the rapier, the more the weapon cooled off and turned into a normal weapon. When the last of the halo entered it. The rapier turned bronze, like an ordinary weapon.

But Adam knew better, the sheer might of the new for of the weapon cracked the ground around him in a concentric circle.

Just in time, the desolate fiend escaped from its prison, it's eyes burning eerily. Only it's left foot was still left inside the dark enclosure.

"Impressive" it clattered "This game ends now." He commanded in an annoyed tone. His focus on Ikar.

This Torum brat had managed to amuse it. He had actually succeeded, and he succeeded quite beautifully.

That would earn him a place as a living undead.

And the other one, where is he?

Adam was nowhere to be found though.

Thought speed

The rapier struck the desolate in the chest. Like a contained supernova, the rapier exploded on it's chest.

Shock, rage and disbelief radiated forth from the fiend as it was blasted over the horizon in a supersonic boom.

The passage a glorious sunset, illuminating the darkness of plain 'Tumult' for an instant before vanishing.

Right arm broken off and shattered as burnt coal, Adam crumpled to the ground like a leaf in autumn.

He was close to death, only his will to live enabling him to hold onto the tether of life.

A minute later, every single member of the caravan disappeared unceremoniously, Adam's battered body included.

A minute later, a rage filled roar echoed across the entirety of plain 'Tumult'.

"Pestssssss" it roared, the plain sinking five inches into the ground as a massive pressure descended. It's quarry was lost.

A single drop of green ichor fell onto the ground.