Jumkou held her head as a sharp pain entered it. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like she had cluster headaches, the way she winced at the pain, the way she held her head on both sides. It could only worry Sachiel more.

“Jumkou... are you feeling alright?” He asked, showing immediate concern. Mostly overlooked by his kingly presence, but he was a kind and compassionate person.

“Ugh... Yeah, I am... It’s just that these past fifteen minutes- I’ve felt a stinging presence of a Soul-Wielder up above... It feels chaotic.”

She didn’t stop holding her head, but Sachiel could hear it in her voice that she was feeling better and better as seconds passed. This feeling could be exacerbated by the ‘fight’ she had before returning to the past.

To be entirely honest, that was all she was thinking about right now. How would she ever find Flynnigan in such a vast galaxy and in a timeline where she isn’t familiar with anything? How will she come to depend on a person whose power is only a foretold prophecy? Whose power is anything, but a fairy tale told by something or someone?

The fact that she put so much hope onto a person whom she has yet to meet is baffling, but what can she do if she’s out of options? This isn’t the first time she has done this.

Sachiel felt an incoming panic attack coming from Jumkou and quickly sat back on his chair, keeping things calm. “Perhaps a connection with your long-lost enemy? Whatever may happen, you are most safe here.”

Jumkou tried reassuring herself but to a naught degree, looking at Sachiel and faking a smile. “Yeah... You’re right.”

“While you are here. I would like to present to you a vacant room that you can freely use until you decide that you are feeling okay. I do not want to force anything upon you, nor give you a choice that will overwhelm you. We want to make sure you are well-fed and have the best comfort.”

While he said this, he stood up, walking away from the table and stood in front of a door which led to a hallway. “Do you want to see it?” He asked, adding to it.

“A room?” Jumkou just came back to her senses and turned over towards him. “Yes! Please!” She walked along.

The doors of the hallway would automatically open, revealing a longer hallway and presenting golden doors that could only be the doors to the rooms.

“There is a vacant room which was once reserved for my brother Altair Eria, but he has since moved out. You are free to take it. It has 2 bathrooms, a large fridge and a comfortable bed. It also has an observation room.” He smiled, stopping at the room.

“...Are you sure?”

Sachiel couldn’t help but smile at Jumkou’s ‘innocent’ demeanour. She meant well, too. She did nothing for Sachiel. In fact, she owes him for saving her life. The fact that she got royalty room to sleep in, protection from the Great Kamisword, and overall great hospitality...

.:. I didn’t do anything, why is he doing all this for me? Are Testharians just nice people overall? .:.

The doors would open, revealing a big hotel-like room that was full of golden wrapped chairs, tables, with a mosaic glass floor and walls with intricate wrapping. “I am positive. We would never neglect our guests’ life qualities.”

“Holy fuckin- This is my room!? Is this even a ro- What is this!?” She entered, looking around.

.:. This is awesome... .:.

Sachiel threw the room card to Jumkou.

“Enjoy your stay, Jumkou. We hope you enjoy Testharia for as long as you are here.”

Jumkou caught the room card that Sachiel threw at her, with long forgotten elegancy. As she was turned around, she looked at Sachiel. So much for her, yet never did anything for him. She couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t used to this much friendliness.

“... Thank you, Sachiel... Really.”

Even though she wanted to give back to Sachiel, or help out with anything he had trouble with, she couldn’t.

What lingered on her mind was the person; Flynnigan Shotaro.

= = =

“Geez, you’re a mouthful. Blah, blah, blah! Are all Weapon-Types like this?”

A mocking voice escaped Chaos’s lips, all directed towards the self-proclaimed Viceroy of Testharia. This girl was the Second Leader for this pathetic planet. How laughable.

“Unfortunately, you will not know.” It was a severe threat, aimed at Chaos. Both Ramiel and Asheera were ready to kill the Synthetic-Class that long plagued the galaxy. From the Progen City incident to infiltrating Dankasho military bases, the galaxy had enough of him.

But did Chaos care, even for a bit? No. Like he said, this was his territory. Anyone who dared to trespass it was going to get it. A fate worse than Death. Something even the Soul couldn’t fix.

Asheera’s special squad stood by Ramiel to protect him from any attacks.

“Well then, ‘Second Leader’. Hope you’re not as boring as the lacky’s that died by my hand!” He would swipe his left arm vertically at Asheera, releasing a series of explosions.

In turn for retaliation, she formed a line of pink electricity that protected her from Chaos’s explosive attack. She directed the pink lightning towards Chaos. She decided not to use her weapon for attacks. It was clear that she was sizing him up.

He rolled to the side to avoid her strike.

.:. I need to open the gap. .:. He propelled himself away with explosions to increase the distance from her.

“Hm! Not to easy, Synthetic-Class!” She threw her Scythe-Hammer called the Pummeler towards him, just like the guy from her special squad did. Only this time, it was 10x more powerful. If Chaos didn’t stop the Warhammer of the other guy, he is sure to die now, right?

However, he was prepared this time.

“Hah! Right back at ya’!” He jumped – swiftly catching the Pummeler. “Fool me once!” and using Soul Energy to amplify the power, throwing it right back at her.

“Shame on you.”

As the scythe-hammer flew back to her even faster, she did nothing. She just stood there, prepared to take the hit if needed. Chaos stared at Asheera, thinking she was stupid for not doing anything.

However, before the Pummeler hit her, it stopped just mere inches before her face and dropped to the ground.

.:. Looks like she has total control of her Soul. Eh, worth a shot. .:. He shrugged it off, smirking.

She got into stance, gripping her Pummeler in reverse, now the hammer-side of the Pummeler aimed at his face. “From the looks of how you fight. You must be a Power-Type, correct?”

“You could say that. What’s it to you?”

“You Power-Types underestimate Weapon-Types by a long shot. Especially you, terrorist.” She tapped her Pummeler, each tap dropping it to the ground. It formed a small crater beneath, destabilizing the pavement. She condemned the actions of this Synthetic-Class, which resulted in the death of 166 soldiers.

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“Terrorist? I prefer... CHAOS.”

Asheera clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, swinging her Pummeler around. She formed a large array of lightning bolts to strike him down with. They were explosive upon contact.

Chaos jumped back, trying to dodge them all but much to his disappointment, he got hit by a majority of them.

His clothes were coated with pink electricity zapping him all over. The attack came at him unexpected. He had no idea that it was an area of effect, which led him to underestimate Asheera’s capabilities.

As a result, he took the share of the punishment, crashing down onto the ground. This was the first time he had sustained damage, and it took no other than the Second Leader of Testharia. That was it.

.:. He’s down, time to end this! .:. Asheera wasted no time and imbued Soul-Energy into her Pummeler. It glowed orange and pink, indicating a sub-power was at play to strengthen it. She used Pummeler has a pole to jump high, swinging her Pummeler down for intensified acceleration.

Chaos didn’t budge, was he going to die here?

The area would be engulfed in smoke. She stood on top of her Pummeler. She knew something was fishy from the get-go. Something that gave Ramiel a bit of a hard time, died easily in the hands of Asheera.

It was too good to be true, right?

.:. This is too easy, which leads me to think that it’s a trap. .:. She kept her guard up.

Chaos wasn’t dead yet, but he was surely on the brink of it. He spat out lots of blood, coating her Pummeler in crimson.

“N-no... W-why w-would you...”

She looked at him, her guard up in case she fell into a trap. She looked towards her special squad, especially Ramiel, to help aid her should they be in grave danger.

“Big... mistake...” His eyes rolled back, falling lifeless. That was the sign of death. It couldn’t be any other way, right?

Chaos was dead, Asheera saw it.

She looked at him, jumping up and grabbing her Pummeler. She maintained her distance. Something about him forced her Soul to retreat.

Chaos is supposedly dead.

But not CHAOS.

The Soul Energy residue from Chaos left off began to illuminate, turning more evil in nature. Was this finally the Soul that was taking control of the body? Was this the long return of CHAOS, the Soul? Awakening from its slumber.

“Aaaahhhhhhh...”

A breathy grunt, sounded more like a roar.

“How foolish for you to assume that you could put ME to an end that easily. It’s unfortunate my user does not understand his own limits – now I must do thing myself.”

Its speech pattern was entirely different. It was as if a different person, or a different entity took a hold of the body. It stood up, without moving a single muscle. It was as if he was floating upright.

“Something fishy is going on- Maintain a safe distance, Soul-General Aroki. You are still recovering.” She took a step back, gripping Pummeler tightly, her muscles tensing up.

“I can fight, Madame Viceroy... I am not as injured as it seems. He was using a lot of gimmicky explosion attacks.” He muttered, annoyed at the state of his armour. There were burn marks on his armour, as well as several dents on his vital areas. His helmet was shattered, with just a quarter of it still intact.

He looked at Asheera for guidance. They were not done with fighting, that’s a fact.

“Asheera Eria... Your Pummeler, is astounding. You would have made a great host for me.” CHAOS said, lifelessly.

“Ramiel Aroki. Secunda. You hold potential, but it is still not enough to meet my expectations.”

Ramiel stepped back but was not retreating from battle. He assumed that Asheera may need help if Chaos can ‘come back’ just like that.

It wasn’t Chaos anymore; the previous person was only mimicking as CHAOS. But was it just a Fallen Soul-Wielder who wrote itself as such? Or was it a greater power play that balanced it out, giving trust to user, even if it was for a little bit?

“Now that I am in control, things will be looking different.”

Ramiel got into a battle stance. “Who are you!?” He asked, addressing the complete change of character. It seemed that he couldn’t get it through his skull.

“I am the Soul known as CHAOS.” His Soul Aura would from into a rainbow-ish colour with a dark outline. The dark outline meant that he was indeed in control. The aura felt eviller than the previous.

Asheera got ready. “CHAOS, the Soul in which you control the Fallen Soul-Wielder’s body. You are too dangerous to be left alive. I hereby sentence you to death!”

Normally. Souls are kept hidden unless the user wants to open with it, however in this instance, nothing could be kept a secret. It was the Soul that spoke up.

Ramiel powered up his blade – not bothering with the second to reserve his stamina.

CHAOS raised both arms in the area. Unlike before, he quickly charged up a lot of Soul Energy, giving Ramiel and Asheera not a single second for retaliation or an escape.

“No no no! You do no-“ Ramiel dashed forward in an attempt to lop his head off, only he was a fraction too late. He never had time to do that, anyways.

“SHATTER!”

He slammed both fists to the ground, unleashing a powerful explosion that blew them back a couple hundred meters away. However, the gimmick following the attack was that only did it not damage the user.

It damaged the Soul inside the user.

“GUH!” Asheera crashed into a wall of one of the evacuated buildings, having no time to even eliminate her own momentum to minimize impact damage.

Ramiel was also buried inside a building as a result, unable to use his propulsion pads to eliminate his velocity as well. CHAOS’ ability was too strong to intercept.

“So, it is true after all.” Asheera said, buried inside a building. “This was the Synthetic-Class of the Progen City incident. It makes sense.”

She coughed, trying to regain her senses. The attack had knocked the air out of her. She felt dizzy, and her Pummeler turned to an incomplete state. That was the Soul-damaging effect of CHAOS’ attack.

“Grgh...” She blasted a singular Soul Wave, obliterating any debris and fragments that lay upon her, giving her leeway to escape the danger of the abandoned building collapsing onto her.

“My Pummeler... is reduced to an incomplete state. Agh, I feel dizzy.” As she crawled out of the building, she stood up, feeling nauseous. She was around 30 meters away from CHAOS. “That attack, damaged my Soul directly? Such a move is forbidden as foretold in history, is it not?” She touched her chest, fear striking down on her.

“So, that is why Pummeler was reduced to incompletion.” Her weapon was rematerializing itself back to completion, but it was a slow process. The hilt of her weapon glitching out.

This Synthetic-Class was more dangerous than she expected. Its ability to damage the Soul directly. She had never seen anything like it before. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but her Soul was still shaken from the impact of the attack. She was weakened.

Ramiel crawled out of the building he was buried in, brushing the dust off his Testharian Steel armour, seeing that Asheera was vulnerable, he dropped down in front of her, protecting her until she recovered.

CHAOS charged up another explosion move. Another Shatter attack. This time, Ramiel was ready for it.

"I'll see to you no more!"

However, Ramiel used his propulsion pad to catch CHAOS before he could discharge the attack, slashing him across the chest.

CHAOS just took the slash, unfazed by it at all. "Pitiful." He said, nonchalantly, at Ramiel's face. Ramiel looked at CHAOS in shock before stabbing the ground - launching him back from underneath.

A large explosion engulfed the area as it was turned into a crater.

As CHAOS was launched back, he jumped up in the air to avoid the attack. Ramiel's explosive abilities were just as dangerous, but it was mere child's play for CHAOS.

After all, who dares to step in his territory?

Ramiel's explosions were no match for him, no matter how intense the blast was.

As CHAOS descended upon Ramiel, his hand began to glow rainbow-ish with a dark outline. The colour was the same shade of the energy.

"Time for a test."

"Not a chance, CHAOS!" Ramiel propelled himself back, just a bit. He swung his sword, creating a crescent moon-shaped beam.

"You are a fool for trying that."

CHAOS caught the beam. It was an extremely large one. He then swung the crescent-shaped beam back at Ramiel. It hit Ramiel directly, but the attack was a lot weaker than he had anticipated.

"RGH!" Ramiel touched down on the ground, but since the attack was one of the lighter ones, he was able to recover fast. Seeing CHAOS still suspended in the sky, he swung his blade - launching a shockwave up towards him to catch him by surprise. In case it failed, he used his propulsion pad to jet to a safe distance a few meters away. The pad failed when he landed.

However, CHAOS nullified the shockwave with a Soul-Barrier. He took no damage.

.:. Ramiel's power is one of interest. .:. CHAOS thought.

"What is he planning?" Asheera said, observing him closely. She was still trying to recover from the attack.

CHAOS raised both of his arms, creating a Soul-Barrier around him. Then he began charging up an enormous amount of energy.

Ramiel was confused at what the Synthetic-Class was doing, but then he noticed something. It wasn't a normal barrier. He felt an incoming attack.

"He is using the barrier as a conduit for a powerful attack!" He was correct. “Damnit! I won’t allow that!” He restarted his propulsion pads to activation, flying towards CHAOS with his crescent-blades gripped in reverse.

“Soul-General Aroki, do not be rash! Agh...” Asheera would hold her head, standing up. She was dizzy was 100% aware of what was going on her. She waited until her Pummeler was rematerialized to completion again. However, she couldn’t stop Ramiel with his retaliation anymore.

“I gotta prepare for the worst. He is a tough nut to crack." Ramiel knew, that no matter what, there is no way they could counter the attack. CHAOS was a Synthetic-Class, after all. They were far superior to them.

CHAOS was about to fire the barrier at them.

"HM!" Ramiel fused both of his crescent-blades into an energy circle that extended around his whole body.

"ECLIPTIC BLAST: TIMES TWO!"

He yelled out, firing an extensive and huge crescent-shaped beam that flew towards CHAOS. This was to stop CHAOS' Soul-Barrier from converting into an AOE attack.

But to no avail. CHAOS had no care in the world. His barrier exploded into a massive sphere-like explosion, enveloping everything around him. The beam was engulfed in the explosion, along with Ramiel.

"NO! Aroki!"