COI C154
The soul of the demons’ puppet was set free. Tabitha’s relic had given it the impossible freedom, and the consequences to face the beyond. The soul is trapped and imprisoned once more by the gods. Judgement with the rest of the souls who turn against them, know such great history that this case was never about the things they have today. But the beginning of it all of how they all brought here. The god who put judge on them is the elven god. Secretly guarding Isekai City until they use the Foundation, the god is patience yet their souls are here won’t be able to leave.
The god speaks again the quote they have warned the living for so long, especially the godless ones. “The mysteries of life have once again return to this void. Searching your heavens and hells, not even immortality can escape death”
The puppet fell into the void leaving no traces of it left. The souls it carries were never brought here, the souls are free again, and leaving the elven god didn’t bother them as they flee where they set free to nowhere. The god looks down to the people who defeated, giving the blessings to the man who is trying to save his team. The silent of his UI didn’t detect the god’s gift, such a miracle.
Altair didn’t believe in his own abilities as he wakes up, everyone is alive and breathing as they drawn out their breaths. Faye was the second to wake up, she feels the pain unbearably to her body. Yet, her grieving face annoys as her clothes were torn. Using what clothe left from the ripped clothes to hold her limbs correctly as she moves always scorching in pain, making her question to him
“How people wear so little get to survive like this?”
Her eyes blurred, yet able to stare the person as he moves.
“Sigh* Ouch* Hey, let’s relocate somewhere safer”
She picks out her deck and plays her cards. The curse room is now under her control, the spirit who attacked them left, and leaving no traces for the feral spirits to come here. All things they both need and find are in a safe place. They use whatever they can on their own physical strength to bring them near the edge of the building, cornered and walled off with her magic cards. They are finally be safe for now.
Altair says something to her. “That incident, even without her cards. Would we be able to survive such an attack?”
“Survive? Both of us will surely die, but your healing is beyond of our own abilities. Restoring something inside me made me feel weak. It shows that you save our lives before we could ever die from one spell. Thank you for having such powers. Tabitha did make a pretty good team here”
They look down from the building as the fight still raging on. Altair is in full control with his mana and the first thing he sensed are the spirits.
The spirits that he never detected it because of the differences with shamanism and neutral mana. It slowly kicks in the ritual of the pack leaders roaming through his trait. Now exposed and feel the glimpse of its power, it enhanced his stats focus on the rituals. He never said a word how massive the rituals are spreading both feral and tribal. Tempting to use his UI back online again, he hesitated, this is something he never use before and his body is already feeling the punishment to naturally enduring the world as it is.
He asks “What happened if you are full of yourself in mana?”
“Cough* Sorry, what?”
“I’m talking about that we the citizens having this much of magic without even exposed to this world”
“Huh? I’m still not getting what you are saying. Let me try answering it”
Faye has so many people around her in Enders Bridge with complicated abilities. Compared to people who are mana addict as them, made her think deeply to the worse recording incidents happening in Rune Isles. She tries to use her own magic, and her clothes restraint her for doing it. Altair sees the mark of prohibition only exist in their city.
She said “Iseka City, your people have overwhelming power. I suspect why you are asking like this. While on the other hand being restricted secretly among these clothes we are wearing. I assure you. It is justified what that woman said about our judgement. Mine is a little bit too honest. Try to understand it in reverse for me, the body can able to adapt this kind of situation. Slowly building up and soon your body can require more rare abilities, you will see that Archivist over there had keep limiting himself just to reach the critical point. Like a child need to learn in order to survive, overprotecting the child will lead to consequences at the end. Heh, I’m probably speaking nonsense here”
Altair left himself to think from her own words. Lowering the analogies to be more modern to him and think less of this world as a medieval world, he crosses out the fantasy and futuristic settings, and only gives him a life like experiences. Faye is a survivor from an aftermath apocalypse, while he himself walks into a new world and immune from its harsh world. No matter how poor this world is, there is nothing impossible to rebuild it to those have adapted this situation, he wants to know what happened who is not yet exist anyway.
Then he lays back on the wall and look at his unconscious team. Faye follows his eyes to them and said “I guess it is better not skipping the foundation of your development”
“Would it be better for us to train under your wing?”
“Wing? You mean that guild master. Oh! My apologies. I have inexperienced conversation with your city, but not even Raker Mawn guild makes you stronger. They help you rediscover your potential. Not all human from different worlds had the same mana capabilities. Your people need to make their own. Is it really your mana?”
The spirit who fought them is going down the building, threatening all feral that dare to go up. The violet streamed air going down to the ground floor continuing the curse to the entire building. It burst out from the door and release the ritual gust causing the newly arrived Kes’thars fell sweep by violet spirit taken the demons’ puppet as its sacrifice. The remains are fully controlled by rituals, its ritual with the rest of the spirits with its own numbers. Meanwhile the spirit birds got the scent off it, understand the air only harms the feral spirits
The Enders caught up to it and absorbed the toxic air with his bird claws and his floating wings mused with it. The gust from its wings to the air marking the hidden spirits from a far. The adventurers see the turn of events going through the harsh changes. The Kes’thars coming in size are able to beat their spirit pets down, including Puma itself. Now the air turns violet from an unknown source, the adventurers witness the change of battle as they are starting to fight back. The feral goblin spirits were sickening by the violet air.
The plant starts growing behind the adventurers back, photosynthesizing and releasing its essence outside of its barrier. It able to soothe the feral spirits, the feral goblin spirits are calming down. The violet wind, the curse spirit, had sense the plant spreading life to the dead lands. It feels strange why it is calming the lands. It doesn’t care about it as its presence is dare to unleash its own demented rituals. Its name spoke out to the cursed weak Kes’thars.
“Og'sor!”
The whispers turned to chants as it deathly plagues cursed their mouths.
Puma heard its name and unleashed its frightening roar. Stopping any adventurers to repeat its name correctly, replacing it with a mispronounce one.
“Agis? Why are the feral spirits are chanting . . . Agis!”
The feral spirits persist to chant. The curses are releasing a very traumatized monstrosity through the Kes’thars’ bodies. They deformed then exploded leaving Og’sor’s rituals to the air and then vanished to the wind. Horrifying nightmares and the rise of decay leaving feral spirits to torture themselves. Violet’s spirit’s curse is relentless.
Ruby retreats with the other fast-moving adventurers. They see enough as the violet wind is both with and against them. It clearly driven away the feral spirits, and the feral goblin spirits are easily dropping dead including their spirit pets are driven out. The downside is their own rituals are losing its rituals over it. Traumatized what they see. The monsters and other feral spirits were being tortured to the obscene discrepancy to nothing but dusts. The Enders did great for helping them, but this is what they can’t tolerate what’s happening.
The Enders man went far deep to where the spirits found it, with great perception through his fast-diving wings, slowly gliding up. The bird’s head see through the hidden clash between Kes’thars. Racing away from the sound of the echoing duck, the soundwaves are soft giving off a frightening response for his armor to react. He found it, the creature who is calming the spirits. Along with the other bunch of toys by its side, battling out the feral goblin spirits. He tries to force himself to control the ritual items. The spirit bird fears it, he must handle it in order to bring the spirit to them. Within that same spirit it links to where the feral spirits are hidden underground.
The disrupted force between him and his guild master’s bird. The guild master senses his bird as his subordinate is struggling to put control. The little bird is trying to breaks away from the mother’s care, wanting to fall from the nest, ready himself to fly on its own. He gives him a little boost. The Enders’ equipment gathering the spirits. They joined him creating a large flock raining down to the battlefield. He guides them down to catch the spirits and eradicating the opposing spirits.
The bird’s gust enforced with rituals, able to let the spirits to refine theirs. The feral goblin spirits receive it and becomes stronger, but their wild head continue fighting without using their rituals affectively. The actual toys know how to use their rituals as they grab them and finished them off with the strength of their inner beasts. The finishers were quick and their powers elemental rituals drove their strength in a destructive blow tearing them apart bled off the rituals within them. The sounds of tearing to shreds are nothing but debris and bones, the blood didn’t splatter as it is dried and rotten, and only brutal sounds were the cracks sound.
It doesn’t end there. The birds are catching them one by one. Dinju is in one of them, carefully pouncing like a cat in its stuff bear body. The refined rituals made it agile again, leaving no hesitation to use its abilities freely.
“Da mahn”
this spirit was an exception. Its hostile presence angered the birds as they flock around it like they were vultures. Alive or not, the ritual it had is aggravating them. The duck saw it being mutilated in front of it as the bird help them get through the endless horde of the feral goblin spirits. Its flat beak begins to curve instead of flapping up and down. The beak moves likes a lip, smiling at Da Mahn for its down fall.
The birds were able to break through the toy’s body and found hidden inside. A ritual item, an item that is like plant’s soil. The duck picks it from the crowd of birds pecking the doll’s body. It shows it out with its eyes losing the expression of an airhead, and shows the expression of what goblins are loved to portray. It broke its common voice line as Dinju leaps up to its back and cling it nice and tight. The duck ignores it and says to itself
“You made your own soil. Thank you, traitor”
Dinju sees this much as the ancestors reawaken their tribal spirit. Within their very gone away flesh, they never stop their nature. It is their blessing among the spirits.
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Dinju, loyal to Puma, who gives its compassion to ruin a poor soul’s afterlife by trapping inside the dungeon beside the roots. It tries to reason the idiot while the others still fighting each other, the toys were impeccable with their shamanistic ritual uproar against their counterpart. They eventually clear out all the feral spirits. The rituals they have are materializing into beast and their gnawing ferocious fangs shared the spirit birds’ sharp picked beaks, gulping down finally their opposing spirits. The goblin spirits are becoming divided with competition.
Puma stops at the moment while the other spirit pets gathered around it. The wind shifted as it coming for them. They hear it, no whispers but chanting and playing its rituals to every different kind of spirit there is. Animals raising their voices, the elemental making their sound; Fire crisping, wind blows strongly to their ears, water splashing, earth crumbling, and finally, their tribal spirits come closer to the soothing aura of the dome. It feels familiar of how this is following up.
The adventurers see that the fight is finally quieting down. The small groups are forcing them back here thanks to the violet air. The violet wind continues to pester them while the remaining monsters still fight. To the last mid-tier monsters fell to the curse, the monsters who possessed both mana and shamanism held firm. The befallen monsters are being piled up together, the spirits before are nothing to know the use of rituals. Its eyes forming in alive through its mystical form Kes’thars.
Either be glad someone helps them or bad if the spirit is here to create chaos. Silfa sees her doll is gathering all the spirit pets they have, they were not convinced this phenomenon is their allies, and the dialogue speak much of the differences. Puma said in the most sense of caution
“Bad juju is here. The horde chief of pyrrhic battles is here in nature. My allies against the humiskis and now master. The spirit is brave and bear its ritual against the interferers. The rituals are becoming the same as the demons. Forcing the plant dome to go close, it manifests together. Don’t let the plant grow”
Silfa, Gemina, and Ruby hear each other out as they go for the dome. Puma was right, the dome is being compacted and the plant is overgrown inside. The feral spirits are going beyond the barrier now just to be relief. They have to make sure and they call the Dexter Guild about it.
“The plant is growing. Is there something we need to worry about?”
“When you start hearing the tap of the dome, that’s your signal to get out. For now, it grows because the soothing spirits place rituals on it, small but . . . just watch out for the goblin spirits. That amount of ritual inside is tempting the bad ones. They will back stab you eventually”
The line was cut as the violet wind loses its reach from afar and all been gathered to one place. It is pulling much of its ritual as it can. Outnumbered and with adventurers on its side carrying other tamed spirits. The adventurers with their pack leader ritual continue to extend further through the violet wind. With their UIs building up much of their abilities as they can, they use their RAPs for quick mastery and send off to fight against the remaining feral spirits.
Silfa and her friends hesitate as they saw their companions gaining forth their powers with the violet wind. They go directly to Puma to check. They read through its dialogue
“The violet one is nothing to fear when there are enemies are strong. We fear that the bad omens that others won’t maintain their dedication like it. We stand by, guarding the plant, but the plant is both helping the spirits and the same time harnessing its power. The greedy ones will come, our allies will soon turn against us when the time is right”
Gemina can’t believe it “Are we going to stop the threat, or what?”
Ruby calmed her down “Settle down deputy, your spirit is fine. I’m expecting something like the violet thing will come to us”
Other guilds divided to fight on the scattering feral. The Saint Heroes are gathering near the plant as they are watching over for incoming spirits. Especially they are waiting for the echoing duck. Something is coming from the distance. It was the Enders, bringing the birds along massive flocks. He stops outside of the the dome while the other tamed spirits left his side and disappear into nothingness.
“Be careful everyone, the spirits who the plant seek is already fighting among each other”
“Then why are you bringing them here?”
“One of them has the last numbers of feral spirits and the ritual connecting to their hidden dens”
The violet spirit and the rest of the adventurers continue to fight the monsters. Separated from the situation they are being going through, the spirits bring in the toys with the essence grow deceptively in large sides. The spirits move passed them and give the adventurers the power they need to distract the ferocious leftovers. The violet spirit recognized the essence, only a few different colors giving away of the betrayer’s omen. Bad omens filling it up, and it left the spirits provoking each other.
The first who entered the barrier was Dinju. It’s teddy bear body after hurried away to follow the Enders man, with birds helping it keeping moving forward as it barely scratch the warnings. Puma sees it and come running, the sight of the plant reacts and brightens strongly than ever before.
“Boss, the gang knows about the grass thing. It’s gaining sul rituals”
“I know that, who is the one is going to betray us”
“It’s . . .”
The teddy bear fell to its knee trying to say a word to Puma. It can’t, the soothing essence going through its wild nature. Its beastly will weakening its teddy form, and its spirit siphon out from its body.
Puma watches Dinju being pulled into the plant as it tries its hardest to soothe this inner beast monster. Enrage inside with strong animal prowess to destroy, Dinju’s rituals. It fell into hibernation leaving Puma looking for the traitor, alone. Silfa and her friends read the dialogue as they too wanting to help to find the expected traitor. They reach out to the Enders.
“Those spirits, who are the ones who is going to betray us?”
“I can’t tell, I don’t understand their conversations. The plant itself is becoming a double edge sword here. The spirit who knew was pulled out its body”
Ruby dashes back and forth to get the teddy bear. Holding it with only one hand and clutches the stuff toy. “How can we bring the spirit back?”
Ruby looks at her UI as Puma explains “You can’t. The wild beast can’t do anything because of its wild rituals. Savage but loyal, it is the beast who is able to tear any omens are against chief”
Disgruntled after reading it, they have to stick closer to the plant again and waiting for the spirit to do something.
Meanwhile the violet spirit materialized among the toys around it. Stopping one of the gangs as they are all taken their sides, Puma sees the gathering and finding the traitor is becoming difficult. Its companions who brought to the dungeons are not here, not even the daring rabbit. What’s worse its essences were smeared among them. The search continues as the plant is messing with them. It is clear that the plant was imprisoned by the very start. One of the spirits is its tribes responding the ritual. The lush of its ritual restoring the very spirits within them. Puma and the rest of the opposing spirits are envy by their ceremonial item preserved its ancestral rights.
Like most goblins, they have ravage it down out of their jealousy. But they interfere the life of this people, making it too complicated which spirits did are justified or not. Puma steps in as they are starting to act hostile one another. Silfa and her friends’ UI lost their contact with Puma, and they could do nothing but to stand guard. They look at the plant is trying its hardest to calm down the last gathering spirits. The wind forms into a powerful vortex pulling the last remaining corrupted spirits and spirts brought by the toys.
Junk, Toys, and the lone violet wind spirit; come in different ways as Kes’thars. Finding ways to stop the powerful magic overcome the natural world. The dead interfere so greatly because of the demons’ action. Now gathered together by the common thing to get rid the unbalance, and divided out the spiritual essence from the plant. The secret of tribal rituals allowed to exist among the living. They don’t want to interfere as spirits, but the plant is the vessel to use its strong magic. The plant is scheming with the goblin spirits, one of them will betray the dead as to bring forth the living seeds to this dead lands.
Different forms of Kes’thars gathered inside the barrier where the plant is so close for their reach. The violet spirit had enough of this dawdling and immediately calls out the rest of the spirits, including the spirit pets to get out from the plant. The adventurers react the violet spirit’s ritual. All S ranks come together where the threat is being detected. The harsh orders coming from the violet spirit and call out the ritual from the plant. The plant forces to open the ritual vortex and pulled in every non-ritualistic entity around them. The adventurers quickly faded away as their bodies being transferred to the spirit world. Given them the empty space, the violet spirit finally brings out its deathly rituals.
No one is going to hold back now, the rituals they bring into the fight themselves. Their reactions lead them to the madness of the plant. Loyalty to the tribes’ old ways and others against it. No one is going to tell which of them as allies anymore, the plant had given them madness to each side, only through their rituals unleashed among them will provide the ones who are receiving the rituals from the dome. Their powers being compacted leaving no hesitation to raise their goblin rituals into battle.
The rituals uproars from the ground. The clash went mindless, Puma brought it to itself at the center of the fight. Rituals all around shrouding with elements and other ritual spells. The flow of its powerful storm is adapting quickly. It is obvious that they are almost ending the against feral spirits and the neutral mana. Yet, one more fight amongst each other as they are feeling the rush of the wild. Puma raises its shield and its tiny knife and claps it together as it is seeing the violet spirit come right after it.
The barrage of curses flowing on the ground uprooted releasing the entangled vines melded from the cement. It didn’t touch puma as the violet spirit uses the summons to make the materials to form its body. The wind spirit trying to drive off the essence of the plant. It transforms as the rituals reside it damaging all life around it. The plant pushes it away out from the dome and redirected it to the adventurers fighting outside, deceptively trying to think they are helping. The plant is starting to get desperate as the overgrown plant is trying to drill through the glass dome.
Puma and the others realize of its desperate attempt to escape. But only the two horde chiefs spirit know it is bluffing. Trying to get desperate inside its protective glass dome is far too stupid than they both realize. Puma finally sees the Kes’thar form of the violet spirit. Without any living being around them, it is finally said its name.
“Og’sor”
“Puma”
“You still keep using the phrase without even your ‘master’ could hear it”
“Puma”
“I get it, it is short and all the long details get through to me easily. We shouldn’t let the idiots take it over”
The duck looks at them already form an allegiance. Leaving itself hiding the fact for being the traitor, either way the way it looks at itself now through the reflection of the rituals reside to its new face, new reborn face. The rubber texture become soft and the ritual turned this creature alive, blocking the Kes’thars’ senses to a living creature. Og’sor can’t see the duck for its sight directly to the strong. The duck’s expression is lively enough to be a goblin. It wasn’t that long as the fight easily broken down after a few rituals breaking them down so easily.
It suddenly realizes it is already over as the goblin spirits were no match against the horde chiefs. Both of them, did what it can do to search the traitorous ritual item hidden among them. They look at each other as the two only Kes’thars remaining standing. Puma wasn’t that stupid and neither is Og’sor. The traitor is alive, and what strange ritual brought it back to life thinking that they shouldn’t interfere the living. The plant is there and the ritual did is trying to help the living. If one of the traitors step closer, the broken rule will quickly up in notice to this two.
Luckily, Puma steps closer to the dome leaving Og’sor guarding the surroundings. It steps closer to the dome leaving no trace of the traitor, yet. This distraction should’ve guaranteed the traitor to get here sooner without them knowing. The duck is no fool, the beast tamer and the plague bringer with according the title of horde chiefs. They beaten them swiftly to its enemies including the junk spirits who sided with them in the beginning. Their purposes are been used, and the goblin spirits are leaving sensing no imbalances in this area.
The duck’s newly refined ritual is putting itself on the advantage. One ritual would be enough to defeat one of them. But there is a problem, as one of them fall the other will adapt as the freed spirit will come and aid the other. The duck will be defeated any other way. They keep their eyes open while the duck hides. The duck tries to make it clear as it held the carved soil on its flipper hands. Its eyes look traumatized and its moving beak keeps open and close to when it is ready for it to act.
The plant waits for puma to reach it. Puma backs away as it surprises them both from the sudden hostility before it. Og’sor was pushed to the dome by the absolute ritual. It couldn’t break it and the ritual is treacherous. The plant reacts as soon Puma sense the bad ritual. Puma raises the shield and blocked the duck’s attack. Og’sor pulls out the curses and breaking everything around them as it reveals the traitor. The duck was overwhelmed, as the curse able to let them see its living form. The plant acts it out on its own and helps the duck. It raises its ritual to break free the curse concealment.
The vortex pulls the adventures back from the spirit world. Og’sor stops its curses giving the duck a chance to surprise it out from the dome, leaving Puma to fend off against the duck alone. The duck comes after the doll with the help of the plant. The sounds of the plant’s spirits are everywhere around Puma is cheering for freedom. The ritual is unleashing a chain outside of the dome, hearing the joys of the adventurers outside.
“THAT’S IT! Take it to the plant and everything will be over”
The adventurers free from the fading curse, watch two Kes’thars battling it out. Silfa sees her doll is fighting against the other doll as the plant is almost finishing calming the spirits. They quickly reacted and pushes the duck off. The wild roars from the duck and its stance able to hold off the attack. Gemina comes in and clashes at its back. The duck able to parry with its body using the opponent in front. The duck’s ritual quickly drains away as the plant had finished calming the last feral spirit. It fell down motionlessly as the ruin return back to its light bluish fog.
The exposure blocks significant of their mana. Silfa looks at the duck as how it acted are very familiar to her. The cheers went on as she examined the duck. Her ritual items reach the duck to unveil that it was Puma.
“Puma? . . . !”
She turns around and see the Puma is leaping to the glass dome. She quickly casts her forcefield around it, but the spirit blows it up to the air. Everyone is confused by her action as they turn and see Puma is holding up the dome.
The plant’s roots breaks through the pot below as a spec of carved soul is touching it. The Puma they see reveals to be the duck. It offers to the ground with the last essence of the corrupted mana, sealing away and fragile enough to be release again. The S ranks tried to stop it but the presence of the brown red cloud is surrounding both the duck and the plant. The wraiths cast out from the plant’s power. The plant is growing using the nutrient of the demons’ powers.
The wraiths were absorbed including the feral spirits being held by the duck’s rituals. Everything was set up for this moment, the ceremonial item is freeing itself. The adventurers were deceived. The plant, it grows, it roots down, and destroying what the brown red cloud hiding beneath the surface. The traitor had done its work using the trick given by the plan. Now it crazed again like any goblin artifacts. The ruins had finally removed the feral spirits, now the rise of the ceremonial spirits have taken its place. The plant raises up a pillar of ritual light. The goblin spirits were successful to get rid the corruption, and now raised the treacherous reawakening.