COI C70
Haw sees the fungus fell and burning to dust. Their sights grew widen for all of them that the elf control all the magic items from the previous four. Enough of them to see the elf given them the handicap. It begins . . . the wrath of the elves and the presence of their elven gods had rain down from the sky. The crumbling ceiling rained down turns to dusk in color. Haw listened to Sanquin before about the elves during their time in this sphere. Hidden in his gas mask he felt an achievement on his head, it was something he couldn’t believe he had to fight to their actual strength and feel its divine of their gods.
The monument now in ruins, but only to the ceiling. The sun rays down and quickly remove the remaining magic writings. The new environment formed as they have limited time to stay under the burn. Second pulls the crumbling stones as a roof to cover them from the sun’s gaze, Thean’s image lays its blade to Thean, given him a second sword, First creates a dome to protect them from the elf’s attack, and lastly Haw steps out from the protected shade to test his suit again. The fifth elf watches him gets out their protected dome, as Haw’s continue to be impressed his coat and gas mask even its broken.
The elf stood still and secretly chanting through the wisps. The Enders elf stares at him as his opportunity to strike. Haw attacks as the wisps are waiting, his tank empties and nothing else it releases, and with only the air pressure blown off the rest of it where he forgot there were leaks. The entertainment is over for Sanquin and the other audience to see it. The pop up on screen, the teachers read, wrote by Quill herself and why the fight is starting to get faster. The reality of using something they can’t master.
“Needless that you have seen the variety of their new powers, the elves had already faced these new ones either been new or old long ago. Yet, these Enders hoped that they will surpass them or more as they were, but since that day had nothing new for the forefathers. The world first needs to heal, for I don’t know how long, this is the first time I witness a ruin coming throughout the millennia. Even this era still not let the world be destroyed, be wary of that”
Sanquin reads her message to them, and she is a bit depressed from what it says. Quite painful to the least of her worries as a demon, this era is gradually acting like seasons on her own ideology. The harvest is done and now it’s time to let them wither through the season, and once it’s done, plant them again as it repeats. Truly the fate on this world, but from so many years that this world kept harvesting to no end. She is somewhat at ease from this, a time of their struggle is over it’s time to clean their fields and plant them for prosperity.
She turns around and witnesses the monument in drastic change. The power of the last elf grew stronger, but more like restoring his natural strength. They could try to be warriors facing the eras of before, the discovery of their power is luck lasting on her eyes. The most entertaining thing to see now is either be Haw or the elf now. Magic made her bore so much, even old spells come to fruition with its destructive occurrence, and only easily pleased that there shouldn’t be healing involved. Enders elves will bring them down again, and see what the light shines down there. She could only watch.
“Haw’s equipment can withstand that much heat”
First looks at the impressive gears he had, with only his weapon broken by each now junk, it had and only with the other parts are working. Thean is twirling around with his other weapon
“We are different from the Enders, even I never seen my own image given me a weapon made out of arcane”
Second responds “I clearly don’t know, and all things matter that each of us are not confident to work together with these spells we didn’t know what it is”
First agreed “Precisely, because of the settings involved. It is worthless what you have theorized than actually be done”
The fifth raises his weapons, and winds create storms hearing through the wisps. Something has unleashed through the elf’s magic, the dagger of his claymore restored not by steel but by the light, as the blade it nulls magic, and only by will he gains control of the myths of this power. The ring separates the two existing factor, null and blessing, and together it strengthens none of them. The elf didn’t change what his elven brothers had made for. Thoroughly follow through the powers had left for him, no magic is unique but equal through their gods, and the gods blessed his first attack.
The elf takes the first step, the wisps align his passage to them, and through so in a dangerous path. The sun light reflects to the wisps, gazing it towards them, and the overbearing power let First feel the harm of its light. Thean heads first and Haw followed behind, the light turned blindly as the two at the back were left behind. Thean is burning his way where his weapons turned molten and his magic remained. Haw sees the elf is coming to where those two collide, then the elf jumps over Thean with his momentum and agility.
Wicked moves struck on the elf’s dagger, pierces through Thean’s armor and null him when it contacted on his flesh. The dagger ignores his magic buff as it got through his spine. The elf pulls it out, a fierce pull, coming from Thean’s back spine then kicks on his back as his blood spurts out. Thean’s trait activated with only one chance left, the elf strikes him again with his ring. He grabbed Thean’s head and negating the trait altogether, the trait starts to force activate again until it is gone.
The elf let Thean go as he catches a potion. Haw appears from the blaze and throws his potion at him with few more after. Fluids leaks on the ground as it is sizzling, the elf moves in around the fluids then at him. Haw uses his gun to suction the air as the fluids are vaporizing, he gets pushed aside then a slash from the elf. His coat endures but the tubes cut off. Haw grabs the cut tube and spray at him. The elf phases through him at his back, as Haw cuts the tube further with his hand shovel, then sprayed him around the elf’s back.
The elf is drench as the vapor clings to him as take effects. His weapons decayed like flesh, the elven mana flee from it, and the texture of his weapon breaks back to thin air. Haw uses the tube like a wire to wrap the elf’s neck, one tug, the elf pulls closer. The elf counters by head butting him, Haw knocks back but grips in the tube closer to him. The elf brings out the dagger and stabs him on the gut. The coat resists it and the dagger couldn’t pierce through, the elf drops the dagger and carries Haw up, and then throws him away.
Magic spell comes to their way, the elf throws Haw to it. The arcane bolt breaks apart as Haw was thrown, then fused back as it directs to the elf. The burning spell hits him on contact, spreading on him, and then covered him. The spell weakens from the fiery light enough for the elf to break free. The elf activates the dagger, as more magic spells coming at him. The dagger nulls the mana around him, bursts of magic writings are hiding all around him, and the fragments of the arcane faded out of existence.
The elf uses the ring in full power to his soak armor. The potions are spilled on him through vapor is starting to hurt him more and the taints diminish his elven magic. All fluids on him formed into dust, shrug offs on his armor and weapon, thus the magic returns to him yet weak. Replaced the taints with the ring’s power, it is getting harder as he must replace them quickly, he presses on. The elf sends the wisps for a counterattack. Firing at his enemies hidden in their dome, Haw was showered from its windy magic, letting his hand bursts out from the wind as he continues to persist.
The wisps found the dome, the elf picks up his dagger, uses the ring to make a bow, making the dagger into an arrow, and then he fires it. A large ball of force coming to them, it ignores the magic of the wisps wanting to follow it. Arcane spells arise on the dome shielding off where the arrow aim. The spells and the image disappeared and the arrow change back to the dagger and the elf appeared as he holds it. First and Second see him bravely through the magic writings and the magic defenses they both casted. Already moving back, but they are pulled from the elf’s wisps from behind.
The elf sees Second is pulling Haw to them, he raises his ring, grabs the mana line towards Haw, and cut off the link. Haw moves slightly as he still fighting against the wisps. He looks at his team where the dome faded. The wisps rain down from above where fires of wisps crushing down on their heads. They ravel on the flames and the burning light, exposing themselves and their mana to be gone without a sight. The elf separates the two, while First grabs his dagger then throws it away. The elf chases after his dagger but grabbed by the image.
The elf carried it in one hand then slammed it to Second. The image swings around the momentum of the elf’s throw as Second catches it and throws it back. It attacks the elf as Second buffs it. It slammed him on the ground as the elf bounces up and slams him again. Second divert the ground to force the elf up again. Slowly coming through the fire, Second stops his magic and shields himself. He pulled First to the direction of the elf. A spell is casted, a stretchy vine, Firs is now channeling through his aura, arcane flows aggressively as he prepares to attack.
The image fights off the elf as much as it could. The elf uses his ring with only its glow, it disappears. The link connects to First as he sees him coming, the aura protects and now in flames, through harsh force of the arcane it comes to him. By the elf’s ring alone he manifests to their eyes, tainted weapons and armor used as soulfate’s power in one absolute attack. First gets deformed and cut off his limbs in one strike, the ring enhances his elven weapon, and then proceed to Second. Second shields follow through the cut, the elf sees the ring easily taken him down in one swoop.
Haw feels the ring is coming to him, and the elf appeared under the flames in quick succession. Putting Haw to his knees from the ring’s power, no will of his own as his body engulfed in soulfate’s magic, and now descend to the blade from the elf. The armor persists one last time, where the flurry of sparks bursting upward on the slash of his sword. Haw’s chipped off lens leak in the soulfate’s magic, flowing inside his gas mask as he breathes the ghastly air. The elf focuses on Haw’s gas mask, piercing through the lens with his dagger, drastically end him. The elf ends their redemption traits.
Doubting his mind of why his brother brings the ring here, and to fatefully be used on this youngling Enders to this testament of wounds. He slightly whispered
“I’m . . . so . . .”
Haw quickly fell down on the ground where the hole on his mask. He took control of the ring and wipe off the remaining arcane presence. It was fast he can’t see some of his perceptions. His eyes had little to see what happen, those two were brutalized as he counteract. The ring still held its legends to cause havoc among them. Yet it still not knows that it exists only in the sphere, even secrets were not revealed.
The elf clears them out one after the other, the mana they have remained still and powerful. He took out the back-ups they are trying to pull, he cleanses the trait away, mana batteries on hand taken, shrinking the area, fortify everywhere except the ceiling, and remove the possessive image with Thean’s images as a whole. The flames slow their activation of their last traits, with this opportunity of his victor, but he wasn’t satisfied. The ring is the most exceptional weapon on his hand and the most disruptive. He removes it and let it replaced with another ring that emits a magical field of limits.
The new ring calls for the limits not by power but by their abilities. It shines around them as the limits allowed him within the area, while the trait opens up clearly as they restored themselves. Everyone sees each other together but they feel strange. They see the elf, and the elf responds
“Let’s end this quick, what you have left is enough for me to fight one last time”
They check everything they have, they lost a certain amount of item, and Haw lost his explosives and his weapon.
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Thean speaks “Beasts in Scour! My arcane sword, I didn’t even use it properly”
First responds “The elf is still strong and I can’t even sense his ring anymore. This pity made us pointless of fighting them.”
Second responds “He didn’t remove mine except for my healing items and my mana potions. I was overwhelmed and now I don’t we could win”
First nods “I guess, but will he erase our mana?”
Haw responds “We can’t fight more than a few seconds, and he brings me down in every physical contact”
Thean frowns “Sigh* We, are messing someone’s sphere, and it has to be this powerful to protect it”
They readied themselves once again. No one tries to complain and even argued with the elf. The elf removes the ring and shows his empathy with the presence of the ring gone. For the elf with his mask sees their flaws now, it was never playing equal, and in relation to power made them commit what they are trying to do. Haw said to them
“How far we have to win this?”
First shows his examples “From the second landmark”
Thean’s grunting voice “Agh, in the very beginning. The talk”
Second humbly twisted his compliance “That’s how we win and helped from others in our struggle, quite sad actually”
Quill sees them disappointed from all this. They are not even the best candidate to face this sphere, and here they are, being pitied by the very beginning. She thought otherwise
“Because the world wasn’t meant to be a violent ground for you people. It meant what the creator would like you to live on, historically and accurately, but some part of history should not be revealed too soon”
She looks at the audience in the simulation room, and remembers how it always happened in different ways.
“I guessed those people are destined to leave, right Sanquin?”
Sanquin focus on Haw where he finally juggles up the potion, without the weight on his back and still have the coat and gas mask with him, she grins one last time.
“As you don’t know Quill, this is the first summons before the beginning of the Fall”
Quill smiles back “Splendid, then that new borne still trapped from his own mistakes”
Sanquin scowls in return “I already told you about it so many times”
Quill stretches her back “Yet he succeeded, don’t make him bring them more. Even the real me won’t send her descendants to this world . . . yet”
“Giggle* Because they needed to be ascended”
“. . . Oh, that joke only fits us both . . . grinning*”
Second repositions them around the elf, all of their special items gone and original weapons restored, one last time as the elf removes his disadvantages. Thean still holds with only one sword even trait couldn’t bring his second sword back, his images were block and leaving his own arcane magic spread on his feet. First bound with Thean, the magic spells and arcane correlates them both. They left with the cooperation as they are desperately needed. Haw pulled out his potions, still have the explosives but not the dangerous ones, and he proceed preparing it.
The flames come back to them where all of them set ablaze, while the elf uses the ring and limits their skills. Haw nearly drops his potions from the sudden change of events. First loses focus and let the channel unleash. Second’s feel his mana is being max and his buffs prepared is slowly activating. Thean feels his mana can’t freely move around him, limiting his capabilities to multitask. The elf limits everything he has to be as powerful as them, yet his elven weapons remained powerful. One last chance and everything they have to do is to end it. Try again or finish it.
The elf is surrounded, the wisps left as they shepherd them since the beginning are now beside him, and the dagger held firm for the finale. Thean moves forward uses his elven hammer, blocked with the elf’s dagger, two identical weapons shared its ignorance. The elf leans back and parried Thean away. His dagger faces the spell as it dissipates, then catch the potion hidden within it. The wisps covered it as soon as it starts to ignite itself. Nearly explodes and throw back at them.
Thean turns around as he swings himself around to the elf’s side. Trail of fluids wash on the floor, sliding him further and dousing his sword, through the spell behind him will gladly pushing forward. The elf throws the dagger at Thean as it disappears again, brings out his weapon as they both strike. He moves his left shoulder back while his right forward. Both hits on the chest as they lunge, wisps quickly come close then purge Thean on his wounds. Thean starts to fade uses his hammer one last time shattering the elf’s weapon.
Thean held on to hit where the elf shows him an opening. He stops because the pain remains as it couldn’t heal, endure it through as the two fights. First sees him wounded and Second are trying to limit the uses of their magic. It is already humiliating and nothing much they could do. The burns won’t stop and Second can’t hold much longer.
“It is too late. First I leave you the mana I have left”
He then picks up his weapon “I don’t think my secret weapon won’t be useful to you” Second charges the elf.
The wisps brought back the dagger, and the elf sees Second wielding a weapon. He dashes forward then stops. Second’s weapon stretches forward, curving to move around him, the weapon with Alga’s light. It stretches forward and grabs the elf, as it tries to pierce through him. It tears itself apart as the fire already put it to cinder. Second had more weapons like that, it was worthless from the start. The elf however, he restores it and uses it against him. Same attack, and Second gets caught then pierced through his body. The man disappeared without given chance to be useful of his own items.
First uses Second’s fallen body with his scroll, enchanted by magic and scourge the body into a bomb. It exploded, the elf didn’t have a chance to dodge it and received pieces of shrapnel of Second’s remains. Haw drinks his potion and his body starts to tremble and raging within his veins. Meant for the dwarves but a painful dosage to his body, he rushes forward where the explosion hits him. The armor persists one last time. He grabs the elf as the two remaining team suicide themselves to use it.
The elf being grabbed by Haw with immense dwarven strength, the two embraced on First’s scroll keeps on channeling its destructive power. The wisps charge at First, he dodges them and quickly uses himself as a weapon. He brings out Thean’s hammer imbued with arcane magic. The hammer can’t fuse its magic causing it to burst out against the arcane. First got hurt leaving his face dripping in blood drying up to the flames, he continues forward. The wisps reach him and strengthen the fires on him, he reaches closer leaving his remains trying to go forward.
His runs turn to limping, fell down and moves crawling like a zombie. Moving fast as the arcane raises his speed, leaving his hand with the hammer on his side. He made it to the elf and another explosion come forth from the remains of Second, then First disappears leaving his own body down with the hammer being covered with arcane. Haw’s limbs start to break, his shoulders being dislocated. The elf is breaking free from his grip and the armor stretches further. The coat with special materials is harming Haw through the pressure that elf is bringing. First’s body exploded, leaving two drenched in arcane’s harm.
The two stood silence and let the arcane and the fire race to their deaths. Hearing the roars of the wind, the dropping arcane remains of his team’s faded bodies, and the fire sizzling on Haw through his tattered coat. The floor starts to sink as the two held firm. Sinking his feet as he stood still, the pressure comes in as it slowly trying to break through his armor. Haw can’t do anything on this moment, he has no other way and let the arcane harms him to the very end. It was difficult, and nothing more. Sanquin is seeing this, where the elves should have done in the beginning . . . ending the fight by their own accord.
The armor starts to dent and his legs already sunk under, his feet start to feel nothing and hear the cracks slowly chipping away. Being crushed on by the wisps magic, he can easily pull up his body, but what matters now after. It is already difficult to proceed now. The elf stares at the hammer while Haw continues to held firm. The arcane did so much pain on his exposed skin, but his body is capable to be immune of its effects. The hammer is slowly covered with the arcane and wisps drop the dagger on to it, stopping the magic covering the hammer.
Then a potion rolling on to the dagger, nearly broken, moving closer as it touches it both the hammer and the dagger. The fluids touch the weapons, and then it leaks further closer to the outside of the aura. Haw and the elf sink down further to their waist. It was the time Haw reacted, more and more potions rolling carefully. Haw’s moving his waist carefully letting the potions sink down on the ground breaking it. He moves a bit then keeps it rolling one potion to another. All potions are nearly in its breaking point, leaking one after the other from the hard sinking floor.
The fluids begin to boil. It evaporates closer to his head and smell the aroma of its toxicity. The elf’s eyes start to change color and held his breath as he must cough. The pain inside of him is so much powerful on his head than the magic showers him. The wisps move around seeing him in pain, the elf shakes his head slowly as Haw’s head leaning forward on his back. The wisps let it continue, to this final moment of the fight. There should be at least entertaining than depressing from what they are experience now.
The audience sees the last fight, and the elf disappears while Haw is blazing back to the surface with his legs crushed. Sanquin comes to him and heals his legs, her sparked grin devilishly shown to him, unconscious, and they see her expression. Really cruel as a demon would do, but Alche sees differently. He can’t explain through his own words, nonetheless, his thoughts would be exactly be it.
“What is the reason for all this? They can just let them finish it and deliver it to them without any problem”
Haw remained unconscious after he was healed. Sanquin says to Quill
“Those people you sense or see outside, are they enough of your insecurities?”
“It won’t be if the previous creator should tell me about it”
“I guess ignorance have flaws too. You are artificial and quick to act when you are actually real. Like you did to us on Enders Bridge”
“You already know, you people have so many fallen people back then”
“It is because no one escape the experience of listening to a demon”
Soon after, Haw wakes up and sees Sanquin is carrying the landmark. She turns around
“You’re awake I guess I cheat your death, huh?”
“Everything we did to the first time were using those papers given us from our Lord”
“Lord Lori’es, yes that would be a reason but you don’t know that I was also the one who maintain it throughout the years”
“I’ve never questions their orders . . . Lady Briannca”
Sanquin grins and her eyes tinted in full black, she speaks in demoness tone.
“Hypocrite, your will is gone but forced to in the end”
“Then save me, you, selfish demon” Sanquin laughs back.
Quill is with Haw on the other side, busily talking with his companion, as she kneels down and carried him to her arms. Then she lifts his head and look at him with his gas mask on then said
“I don’t think we had met, but Sanquin spoke about you while you’re fighting. I may be less etiquette in holding you now, I only ask to remove the plaque thief”
Quill stares at him with no expression being rude or mocked him, she looks serious and more so angry through her eyes. He complies,
“What’s with your eyes being determined? Other than that, Sanquin, did I make it so?”
Sanquin sees him died again from his troubles, and it is truly pathetic to fight an era of years of war. These survivor’s descendants no longer train against each other but the world’s remaining uninhabitable. She replies
“I honestly see how you fight, truly incomplete of your soul. Quill sees you being a soldier made than cultured through the blade”
Haw slowly sits up and removed his gas mask, he is confused and ask
“Again, I have no idea what you have meant”
Quill answers “It means you were not born among the societies and I remember someone becoming you on different way and those loose personality of yours made me ask you again, may I?”
Haw is standing up where Sanquin shows him the landmark, on that table where those two were watching the match. That is the landmark they are trying to get and Quill is waiting for him to reply. Haw responds
“Do you know the term of Rehab?”
“I have, and I want you to tell me”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I could talk to someone about my personal life”
Sanquin sees him having bad for himself, as she kept to herself as this is enough of the story, she had watched so far. Haw walks forward and follows Sanquin to the landmark.
Quill follows along then looks up. The sky returns and the blazing fire of the sun gathered once more from the magic circle above. These preparations from the countless visitors are becoming more and more dangerous when they left the mark of their strategies. Truly is an impossible testimony for the other races. If those new owners tried to go here blindly, what purpose they could go through with those all past successors making more difficult as if a god is testing them. Yet, this is one of the witnesses of true history. She still amazed the countless tries from those generations did until it reached its peak.
Sanquin touches the landmark, a small item consists of elven magic, and then she shows it to Haw.
“If you play along the rules of the sphere instead of its lore, then you will have trouble to find it. Because this woman is the one who place those “landmarks” throughout this artificial world. Can you connect why those landmarks are chosen for the reason? Instead for to go randomly place anywhere else, she chooses these places”
“Again, I still don’t know. I read the instruction and followed through it all”
Sanquin activated the landmark and the last control had sent to the computer. It is done without any trouble. It is Haw’s turn to ask Quill
“I’m starting to get curious, Quill . . .”
“Yes?”
“I heard from the Not Worthy Guild, about accepting who they are now instead changes their memory just to relief the pain”
Quill flinches on her cheeks “Indirectly so I was updated about them. Do you want to face the demon sides instead?”
Once they talk more seriously, Quill blocks the audience’s view and back to the moment Sanquin activated the landmark.
Quill touches his face, as Haw tries to feel the demon’s offer if they succeeded back then. She said
“Be glad that you will never experience it”
“I was . . . and almost . . .”
“I don’t see much of a demonic example on you”
Quill and Sanquin use the settings to set up the man that would have happen before. Search within him where the concealment is wide and empty, so far to the limit of idiocy, and yet he acted as normal. The transformation on his mind is unleashed, Haw’s expression grew more charming and the demonic presence is clear within his void. Sanquin remembers that void is what was concealed on Haw’s head.
Haw disappears, Quill never thought the man exceeds than his own limits. She then turns to Sanquin out of suspicion, while Sanquin didn’t know about it.
“That man, what is he really made for anyway?”
“I don’t know, but then those subjects in Dexter’s Guild are . . .”
“Go ahead, I’ll be expecting the updates when this is done”
Sanquin gets annoyed “If you are the real Quill Artayse, I’m guessing you already know”
“If I were, that I shouldn’t be alone, Am I? . . . Or even left this world without even knowing”
“I’m starting to miss your civil side”
“And I’m glad she was not made personally”