COI C153
The Horde Chief Ogit Hay'droppah, it’s been so long for him to hear a message coming from Isekai City. The message not belong the citizens but his own tribesman. The group of goblins with one of them plays jazz music in the background. He bops his head on the tune as he clearly knew that was from Isekai City. A tribesman with his stick to be their leader and the other one got hit with it.
“There are no spirits within you, boyz. Did the city learned to banish our rituals?”
“No Horde Chief, feral spirits mix with demon’s mana are causing a havoc across the ruins”
Hordge Chief Ogit gritted his teeth knowing so well from the massive siege caused to attract the forgotten ones. In front of him is the shrine of the other tribal spirits jolly along in display. The dead has bound in the sight of countless spirits. They are going to find him and all while the living will be experiencing the walking dead to reach his domain. There are some things missing by their reports, they have no spirits with them, they also having fun when they made it here, and more and more in his head that he forgot about. He said to them calmly
“My boyz, gobins, where’s the (shamanistic chant*)?”
The voice of the Horde Chief changes into a shamanistic tone. The spirits behind him follow along the rhythm. The chants follow up like the wind with strange colorful smoke and mirrors coming through. The goblins did not expect their chief behaves like this and while the jazz music plays
“They are ready! / They are ready!”
Ogit stops by the sheer excitement of their faces. Then he slaps his own forehead with the colorful wind washes him down to every part of his body creating ritual armors. He disappointedly sighs
“Another bait, we still can’t get our revenge with that introverted summoner”
Deep within the ruins, the adventurers are still able to hold off, and the curse mincing its way into them. They reside to safety near the dome. The search for the echoing duck goes on, and the feral spirits are calming down. The dome is being compacted with thousands of calmed spirits. They are steadily weakened the numbers of millions of feral. The progress of the cure is taken affect back in the base. Others have their curse removes in small amounts, they able to calm the feral spirits that affect them before. It is still not enough as it is needed to tame them all in this small dome.
Tabitha’s team is watching the outside of the building seeing the improvements. It is not much, and the progress is stagnant. At first, they gradually speeding up when the dome being targeted by multiple spirits. They watch on the UI screen, and only the citizens can see it. They have to explain the Enders what happened. Illtended gives the details
“Let’s make it easy for you to understand, shall we?”
“Why not check your health instead?”
“It’s fine Syri, I am getting better”
“For this long, I am starting to believe you are getting tired. How about you Archivist?”
Archivist took off his clothes to see any marks of the rituals. Not even taken off his mask, his body check already flowing through his mana on his skin. Giving away the curse like he has tattoos, moving on his skin, he able to control the rituals to move to his hands. Shirtless, they see the tattoos moving along his skin. The rituals glow on him and the curse has the sharpest and the intimidating color. It is an easy comparison between an Horsin and the otherworlder. The resistance shows it, and the illusion between shamanism and mana can easily differentiate. Archivist bends the tattoo
“I don’t know about you, but my body barely keeping it out”
Altair and Tabitha are watching on the screen. The new threats are coming to the adventurers. Not as strong as they would’ve thought, but the numbers are endless. It was not long until they see goblin feral spirits. It happens with Silfa’s group. The Enders who swoop in the air dove down to them as he offers his help. The dome is under attacked. The goblin feral spirits are attacking the dome. The wild roars of their lone powers weren’t strong enough, but the crack of the dome is convinced them the danger they are in. The crack disappears when the plant photosynthesizes.
The goblin feral spirits are identical to the other Kes’thars by skills, but compared with puma and its gangs of random spirits. The doll’s shield raised with ritual written on it and the small knife in the other. They swoop with its small sizes and turned the tide of the ritual magic and rain down with elemental magic devastating the horde. The feral spirits were taken down, but quickly replaced with restless spirits, freshly awakened and easily attacking their own. The poorly made Kes’thars were easily put down as its rituals were mix with neutral mana.
Suddenly, Puma’s body is torn and ripped, quickly calls out the spirits as they sown its body back again. The adventurers help it with sewing kits and other repairable equipment. Puma didn’t hold back as its gang was empowered by the power of the dome. It attracts even more feral spirits leaving one that able to fight back. Its fiery in different colors with destructible forces. They charged like hounds leaping high, crawling low, or runs up to them with their fangs show.
All of the spirits are turning inside of the dome into a chaotic free for all. It was not long where the goblin feral spirits come back with their new bodies made from the rubbles and debris. Appliances, furniture, and other materials they could find are becoming limbs with their corrupted rituals. The adventurers’ spirits are fallen back due to their size. Yet, their small sizes still able to fight on, Puma casts its ritual with its tamed spirits to make its shield have a face. The ritual it had able to fear them losing the feral spirits savageness.
The Enders’ ritual armor raising its claw to the goblin feral spirits. The goblin feral spirits block him, yet soon falls down where the other adventurers join. Puma stomps its feet and slam the shield on the floor, the ritual flows throw and an apparition comes from the ground raising up against the feral spirits. The movement of the ritual face as it smiles in a most evil expression. The wails of its laughter, the beasts are summoned by the apparition wearing the same mask like Puma’s shield. They stomp their enemies on the ground, leaving them to the dust.
During that fight, Puma was finally taken down as its body torn to shred. Its stuffings spread everywhere around the other spirits. The goblin feral spirits are approaching with their neutral mana and shamanistic powers. They drove them off, both adventurers and the spirits alike, nearly letting them get close to the plant. The feral spirits are getting through the dome continuing the attack to no end. Silfa resummons Puma to her arms, or what left of it. Only remains are its shield and small knife. Through her dialogue box she reads it
“Foul weaklings! Using its size to destroy our ritual bodies. If master only give more rituals and I would bring my old tribes”
The adventurers were able to push the oversize feral spirits down once again. They see their spirits can’t fight for long with their tiny sizes. The feral spirits are bringing bigger, broken, and desperate rituals. The adventurer’s spirits had too little on their own. Without their wholeness to put themselves together, like Puma, it can do so much with the body casting magic. It takes time, especially for goblin spirits adapting this new fighting ground. The dome is the only symbol of their magic. The Feral grew powerful as they are closer to the plant resisting the peaceful essence.
Tabitha stops watching as the fight is getting worse. Faye heard everything from Illtended’s story, and knows why “They are getting stronger as they share the presence of the dome. I am not keen to understand shamanism besides the others I know. There is one thing I do know. The spirits are segregated to simple tribes. They will eventually randomly fight against each other like they did when they were alive. Let’s hope our side won’t turned against us”
A strong quake shaken the floor. The air becomes dense as the ritual drawings start to appear.
Less tribal but more primitive, the artistry is made nothing but hand prints and finger paintings. They are not certain to see that the defenses they have now could hold, as the environment made by the magic cards. It will never last by the mass of the feral spirits. The tamed spirits roaming around Illtended sides are ready, but he let them go as he needed the rituals to tame other feral. Both rituals, from them with the feral, battle each other out as the auras are changing the colors to their environment. A trippy sight, they clear their eyes as it deluded their visions.
There is nothing like the same actual feral spirits they face before. Not the mindless bull coming at them, the rituals are definitely used correctly, and the shamanistic presence is under the likeness of a tribe coming for them. The Enders know that they are facing more than just a feral goblin spirit. This is the feral spirits’ opportunity, such tribes always always doing this against a threat. Tabitha’s team is waiting, the small group of numbers of pack leaders are coming for them. The room is beginning to break, the spirits are spacing themselves like a herd ready to act.
Illtended and Archivist acted accordingly, they immediately use their abilities before they reach them. Illtended brings out his retrievable javelin and throws at nothing by the door. The Kes’thars appeared through their illusive rituals, without a care for each other, they were impaled against the wall. All three are struck, leaving one spirit coming in with the its cursed big club. It hits in the air as the accursed spirits spread the room and screams in such a thunderous roar.
Archivist bends the curse, as the ritual flows along with the dust. It behaves like melted steel as it tries to solidifies the curse before it being blown away. The Kes’thar turns its head in a full 360 degrees to say among the three beings stuck, as it reaches it head back as it were. It raises his curse as the air becomes vile in violet-colored rituals. Spirits enraging through the curse while it counter control Illtended and Archivist tamed spirits. It jumps in bringing it club hitting nothing to the air and cast a ritual gust.
Altair remembered this ritual before. The accursed ritual with the same dark violet spell. Its behavior is aggressive and its rituals he remembered are damaging. Without Thean’s hammer to deal with it, he reacted out from his own words.
“Is that you? The spirit uses the magic rod as a club?”
The goblin spirit stops as its ritual stop both Illtended and Archivist. The ritual gust flow through them enraging the curse they already have. They feel the intense power breaking away their strength. They feel their skin is being carved as it burns their skins.
They still stand up but it is hard to move their bodies. The two Endrers witness the curse erupting too dangerously and Tabitha with all her cards on hand try to heal them. The Kes’thar turns around using its rituals against its own group, the violet air turned to flames and the ritual is being drained from their own spirits. Its loud familiar devastating roar screamed at them then sucks the living essence out of it. It breathes its essence, the powerful magic come to an ease as it turns around and said to them.
“I’m sure it was you. Healer mahn”
They turned to Altair who is showing himself that he actually recognizes it. Illtended and Archivist couldn’t move as the curse cling to them resisting Tabitha’s magic cards. The curse loosens, but it still mingled through. Archivist can’t break through the rituals completely. Through his body he is sensing the essence still flows through. This spirit alone is capable to not letting them go as the previous mark is being reinforced. This curse is not natural, it is using a dead curse coming back from the oblivion.
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The Kes’thar’s doll is made out of the body of the monsters. It tries to emit its power from the demon’s control. Showing to them, it is holding a demon core. It spoke
“To think the shaman boy, Sork, is not here in my presence”
Altair is confident enough that this is the same monstrous spirit that gives plagues or what he remembered the likeness of a magic swordsman. Yet, this one emits the powers of the demon. It is certain to what it is controlling is indeed the spirit of the horde chief.
Trembling to see the conditions of the two frontlines, using the pre-existing curse to its control. He is not sure if it is friend or foe. He had to try
“Yeah, that goblin lost because of the bet”
“Laugh* still frighten without your magic man. You remembered me without us speaking a word except for Puma”
His team is confused that this spirit is talking to him. They can’t do anything to respond as the spirit is playing the mana core. Faye starts to realize by its behavior, that’s an actual horde chief spirit. They can able to fight against any form of mana if it attracts their interest. This Kes’thar is using the body of the demons’ puppet.
Its suddenly jolted as its stance to leap. Its body transformed to the original body of the demons’ puppet. On fours as it becomes a large beast with its head is sharped teeth with no flesh on its skull. Densely packed body and heavily muscular, with nothing for rooms for its little legs. The spirit forced to reawaken the true body of the demons’ puppet and said to them.
“You already know this creature from the bad isles, right humiskis?”
None of them know what this monster is, it is too hideous of its head filled nothing but sharp pikes without a flesh.
“Hmm, I guess I’ve been dead for such a long time . . .”
As its feet begins to scratch the floor, easily dug the floor up with only a few scratches. The solid floor immediately turned to dirt once it starts touching it. The monster before them is one of the future threats coming to this city. Altair needs to talk to it as its rituals are deliberately distraught the demonic mana around them.
“Are you still here to fight? Why a spirit like you entering the world of the living? Interfering this world is not allowed according to your shamanistic ways”
The essence of the curse flows out from the hideous beast’s body. Showing them again the massive presence of the demons’ magic. The spirit replies “I was supposed to clear out this forbidden magic from this ruin. It was not long until they dared to call the lost spirits to their aid. Such manipulation among the dead to help the demons are unthinkable. Healer mahn, you already witness it with your own people too. Sork did entertained us too”
Syri listens the conversation, but this is a goblin he is talking to. They will show it you than just mere words. They expect nothing but a fight in the end. She leans to Tabitha and Faye with the worries she had to bring it up.
“I think this spirit wants us to end to face the actual monster”
Tabitha was shocked
“Are you insane? I can sense at its full power. Can we able to beat it like you guys did from that incident?”
“The spirit brought it here with no other feral spirits coming along. This is the sign of an actual horde chief spirit. I don’t know how Altair met it. But there is no way a goblin behaves”
The spirit didn’t cease its intimidation. It shows no signs of stopping its rituals. Altair can’t say anything else except having their reunion. Syri steps in
“Hey!”
It reacts with excitement. Its eyes shines hidden among the sharp teeth. She persists
“The tribe horde chief, is there something you want to give and also satisfy your interest?”
“Truly, humiski. Feral goblin leaders are approaching, and able to unify my tribe as I sacrificed them as you see. I did it while they were impaled . . .”
Other couldn’t keep to themselves as the shock bewildered them from how it acted. The essence around them was the spirits were consumed because of this monster. It didn’t care how they are sacrificed this spirit is acting on its own.
“Your people fought well, and us spirits are responding from the plant’s presence. You were lucky enough that I heard their annoying salvation chanting. Now I am here, bringing this monster out for you to kill”
The ritual soon reverted back to the mana it has. The curse puts out from any signs of escaping. They were not ready to face it, but the spirit provided them no chances to stop its decision. Goblin spirits had done questionable things as the others from the outside are going through its maddening ploy.
The spirit left the body, leaving the rituals in this room locked and intact. Trapping them along with the demons’ puppet. With its last farewell, telling the two citizens to most dangerous part will come to them.
“Removed your guidance, the truths of your gifts are already revealed”
The two didn’t understand, but Tabitha took some time for her to listen the bind. The two are making an argument what it meant and the situation is getting worse on here on out. The monster recovered and the room is filled with brown red clouds. It disappears through it as it is trying to recover from its sleep.
A powerful restriction flowing through the citizens’ bodies. Their mana is already reached the peak and their bodies cut off their mana flow. Faye and Syri tried to help Altair and Tabitha as they use the item they have to hide from the monster. Archivist brings out his potion to raise his strength. One pull to Illtended’s body as the inventory materialized on to him. The UI is starting go against their abilities to use their magic. The curse on them subsided and become rituals to fight against the wrath of the demons’ auras.
Archivist slowly tries to pick him up, the monster comes to him as it leaps forward. Its sharp teeth head is gnawing down on him, the protective cards activate as the shield appeared as it being pierced. Archivist is able to use the pierced shield to hold its head and bring it down with all the bending he could muster. The use of the coin activates to let the shield solidify, using it as a support to help him roll the monster off from its feet. The monster’s weight crushes the shield, and the sash reacts and pulls him off from harm’s way. It starts to tipping to the side as its small legs couldn’t to pull it up.
It uses its sharped teeth to hit the ground as it scratches it off. The coin is used as its abnormal magical strength can’t dent it as the floor becomes indestructible. It wildly moves its head trying to find a way to pick itself back up. It’s getting impatient, and begins to use its magic. However, it stops, it worries itself if they found out about it. Its mindless will couldn’t hear its master words. The curse sealed it off, leaving itself trying to think. This monster is very obedient, but it won’t last when the dangers around it made it more desperate.
Archivist have no time left and pull Illtended to safety. The beast could not able to pull itself up, its desperation grew near as it releases the brown red cloud’s true potential. Beside the wraiths to come over and help, there are more than just that. Its blind power reveal to them the fates of the dead. The sounds of the souls begging for peace is coming out, understandable voice from the ears of the citizens. They were in shock to hear their own language. The reality of the fate of the dead, they help the beast off the ground.
“NO!”
“EVERYONE! DON’T DIE!”
“I’m sorry, it made us do this!”
“PLEASE HELP US!”
The last one says their help, more and more dead souls speaking the same line. Illtended carried off from danger as he heard the voices of his people. He understands their language. His body couldn’t do anything as the UI forces himself into a strict lockdown. Feeling hopeless as he hears those voices. Meanwhile, Altair is trying to break free from the UI’s lockdown. The card’s lore still resides within him. This kind of luck put him into disbelief, and Tabitha’s card saves his life for this moment. To his own mind, he is able to put everything in his RAP off the UI’s control.
He breaks through from the restriction and pulls his mana up to his control. He raises his hand to use his ultimate.
“SANCTUARY!”
The light pierces through the building. It protects them from the restraint and the demon’s presence. The only tainted them is the persistent of the shamanistic curse. It marks in violet, still untouched its harmful rituals. Altair uses his magic to Illtended to remove the UI’s lockdown, letting Archivist returned to the front. With the kits on him, he brings out a special potion to enhance his power. He drinks it and empowered his ultimate even further.
The sanctuary gives a boost to the two Enders, receiving a stronger potent of magic. The two feels the adrenaline of the spell, as they didn’t hesitate to join the fight. The monster stands up and begin its attack, the tormented souls joined along with it to mosh them with their powers. Archivist steps aside as he senses the souls are from the dead citizens. They immediately surrounding him and use their magic on him. Array of spells coming to him as his sash was immediately torn apart.
The dead souls without their body, unleashing hell to him with nothing left for him to escape to. Altair pulls him to safety to the sanctuary as the souls chase them. The sanctuary is holding on as they are surrounded. Faye and Syri uses their first high tier magic. They freeze them all and sealed them with small compact crystals hidden inside their solid frozen state. The souls shatter as they pushed back then rolling on the ground desperately to fade away. Faye and Syri did the best of their knowledge to use simple spells, they able to hold off as the monster is breach inside the sanctuary.
It made it to the center, and Syri pushes it off using the wand out from the sanctuary. Its massive size didn’t stop her, she keeps hitting its feet as it keeps being pushed. The monster screams as its true power had unleashed. Dark figment light shrouded around them as they tried to back away. The sanctuary is almost at its end. Altair couldn’t see anything in front of him, only his team can be seen through his trait. Without the UI, he can’t reach Illtended nor Tabitha, only trust his own skills.
To the last moment before they came after them, the time is up and the sanctuary is gone. Faye and Syri use their last magic to unveil the Enders magic. No one ever have this kind of power to use this spell, this is the magic they would love to use for a long time. Without saying a word, they cast the spell from their Guild masters/mistresses’. Faye casts an orb channeling with concentrated holy fire, while Syri casts on it with chains channeling within it. The chain spells gradually moving uncontrollably waiting for its release.
The chain exploded and scatter more chains piercing through only to the dead. It pulls the souls into the orb of flames as it expanding even further, its orb is absorbing the mana around it. Including the brown red cloud, it is the magic that destroys other magic. The chains without anything to attached and the piercing end its control to impale its enemies. The orb is expanding absorbing the chains like a black hole, the souls were pulled in as their faces slowly revealed to the horrors, showing a slight cleanse from their tormented face.
One soul was able to escape from the chains. It free itself and go elsewhere. The orb explodes and bursting out the flames as it burns all magic, including the rituals. The spirit was revealed, but it wasn’t strong enough for it to disperse. It restores the curse once more and proceed to hide again. Illtended and Tabitha are regaining themselves as they too removed their UIs from their controls. They break the link as Illtended felt empty while Tabitha has her bind fully connected with Archivist.
The beast comes back knocks out the two Enders. Faye uses her cards but it wasn’t enough to stop it. Syri uses her wand, slightly moves the beast away but its magic casts on to them knocking them down as the brown red cloud shrouded engulfed them. Altair pulls them both to his side as they are being melted by the cloud’s exposure. He tries his best to heal them as the damage is so severe that their body is being thinned and bones.
“Illtended! Help Tabitha!”
Illtended couldn’t react as his UI helps him to maintain his focus, all of his fast equip abilities are cut off, leaving only him to do magic spell.
“I can’t do anything? Altair! I can’t do anything about it!”
Tabitha uses her cards to push the monster back. The beast wouldn’t back down as the cards cast on it making it slower rather backs away. Its thick body capable to go against her cards. The cards on her hands are strong, but the monster continues to heals up while the brown red cloud exists. Tabitha has no clue to fight it, she uses her support cards to bring Archivist to her side. The beast stomps the ground, shattering the floors and with its magic used the debris as projectiles.
Archivist able to bend it off from the attacks, the debris reformed itself and pulled him to the beast’s teeth. The sash is gone, he barely dodges it as the beast intentionally breaks its teeth as its saliva tainted shattered teeth and bit on Archivist’s skin. His flesh starts to sizzle and the curse broke. The saliva is consuming the life and the mana out of him. He can’t bend as his powers and flesh are being eaten alive by the bacteria of its saliva.
Tabitha tries to help him with her cards, but the magic could not heal him as the saliva consumes it. In desperation in her eyes, she tried to use her own magic. The beast appeared in front of her and bit off her magic once it was release. Her unbelievable gaze turned wider as she hears her partner screaming in pain from the bind. Archivist hears her begging saying
‘no’
as he tries move. His flesh is melting and still tries to help her. Altair tries to pull him, but the magic is consumed once it touches the saliva. Illtended tries to pull himself through to save her but fell off from the floor through the brown red cloud.
The spirit watches them failing as this is the future they have to face. The siege will soon return and the monster like this will also coming back. The demons’ puppets true form is here. The beast in its sane mind, experience throughout the eras, and leaving no time for a long fight. The beast raised its remaining teeth aiming close to her neck, as it is about to gnaw to her head. A soul comes in and pushes her away, taking her place. The soul was glad that he is able to save her even from death.
Tabitha almost fell to the hole as she saw the soul who saves her. The soul cleanse off from the tormented body as his face can clearly be seen with determination with his eyes. Both regret and happy to see someone is still alive. Tabitha recognized that face.
“Magneto?”
The soul then consumed once again to the monster’s mouth with its body fading into it, with only movement of his mouth. Tabitha desperately follows the mouth movement from his regretful expression.
“DON’T FOLLOW US TO HELL!”
The soul’s expression was so sincere and leaving her losing to herself. It triggers inside her so desperately, the same incident when she had done it with Archivist in the archives. She fell unconscious leaving it to act on her place. The beast couldn’t move from her powerful presence. Its body shakes and its inside starts to feel her mana surging in. It reacted by the presence of the item held inside of Tabitha’s belt. Given by Lady Constantine, the relic, it manifests Tabitha’s abilities and quickly overflow it with her own mana. It overloaded itself leaving smokes coming any damaged holes in its body.
The fight is finally over, and Altair did everything on his power to save all of them. The curse remains as the spirit never leaves. It looks at him and said,
“Your ultimate is always made your people emotional”
“This what you were doing all this time. Bringing a monster like that to nearly kill us all?”
“That’s the full power of a puppet, not fully leashed one. You’re just lucky for cheating death. I was once a horde chief. My tribes lost their lives to a puppet like this. You need this humiskis to handle it correctly, or you be in this sorry state”
It disappears leaving him to handle them all by himself. He brings out his mana potion and drinks it again, he spits it out, but force to chug it in as Archivist is melting away. One more time as he felt dizzy, the UI always help him to keep himself up, and now he had to endure his tired body. It doesn’t matter, he casts his ultimate again.
“SANCTUARY!”
He fell unconscious as his mana depleted. His body is exhausted as it consumed not only his mana, but the stress of his body using it. The team survives, and hope when they woke up. They will see each other with open eyes.