Yuror, stuck in the plain beyond space, beyond time, beyond existence. A plane out of existence reaches. Yet it's quite fascinating how one, something that exists, could reach such conclusions. After, how can a tangible thing of stuff and mass , arrive at the ideology of the place of nothingness.
Yet for Yuror this is quite fascinating, for him this place lingers of life, energy and existence, quite contrary to what it's meant for.
For Yuror this is great news, a place of life, away from the known world. A place of solitude for his kind. A place that he has always wanted to create in the world for his kind.
Of course the discovery of this area did lead to a thought on Yurors mind.
‘What of those people’
‘Those people tend to ruin things’
Certainly he has discovered this with no annoyance. He has thought at least this much once he entered this plains. Though as he knows, and most know, all good things come to the end.
At Least he expects that nobody would dare enter this land while he is around. But once he exits, Yuror believes that it wouldn't be as simple. Even further when he is finally attempting that goal.
It is not before long that he has chosen to end this venture in this realm. Quite unfortunate but that is necessary for the time being.
And as Yuror expected, this exit is with one full on interruption.
“ As expected, you dirty barbaric savages can’t even leave me an inch of peace.”
However for Yuror it was surprising, as instead of barbaric humans, there appeared his longtime friend Ragnavald.
“ ah, tis you instead, Ragnvald I half heartedly hoped for some Barbaric savages to murder.”
“Indeed, though your wish might be fulfilled, Yuror. After All, I counted plenty of them arriving here soon.”
“ The combined force of all savages”
“ Indeed as well as myself.”
Yuror raised his staff upon hearing that, including the realization that Ragnavald’s sword is coated in flames.
“YOU!?”
“You dare, represent these barbaric humans, you dare join forces with such insignificant figures. First it was Hierrel, now it's you?”
Ragnavald raises his flaming swords preparing to strike. “ Barbaric, they are barbaric, but so is my kind, and so is you, you insolent demon.”
As flames erupt all around Yuror. It was also just as this time when Yuror noticed his surroundings to be of emptiness. The surrounding terrains have been terraformed with multiple armed militia all surrounding him.
‘ This pitiful amount, as expected of these barbaric humans, can’t even fathom their insignificance.’
Ragnavald raises his blade and launches himself towards Yuror.
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“ Excited much?” Yuror asked as he stepped away from the heavy blow.
The aftermath was enormous with flames spreading in a linear line following the direction of the blow.
However this blow was immediately followed with a second, then a third. With onslaughts of flames all flying towards Yuror.
Which with perfect balance all goes unfazed when matched with Yuror.
However in a split of surprise revelation. Ragnavald’s blade nearly met Yuror’s face.
“ That's quite a bit close for comfort.” As Yuror summons out his staff just to barely scrape the blade off his face.
As the staff gets summoned lights glowed all around Yurors arm like markings that slowly flowed towards his palm. Slightly blinding Ragnavald.
As they continued to exchange blows with each other. With Yuror on the offensive, barely even getting scraped by Ragnavald blade.
However their duel is quickly interrupted by a spear of lightning. A bright yellow lightning spear.
However it is not long before a spear of lightning transforms into a dozen, then into a rain of it. Raining all above Yuror and Ragnavald clouding the sky.
Yuror raises his staff up and begins spinning it around before raising it to the sky.
“ You Barbaric mongrel have no sense of honor, attacking one when in such a great duel.”
As spears of lightning slowly bounces off the windmill like staff, and slowly but surely redirecting these barrages toward the surrounding troop. However, Yuror is distracted by the lightning spears. Ragnavald thought of this to be the perfect time to strike.
“By the name of Eiren”
Before attempting to strike Yuror with a dragon shaped flame that derived from his sword. Yuror, distracted with these spears of lightning, took the flame head on without time to evade.
“ You spineless dog of the celestials.” Yuror said before marks begin glowing on his body once more. With a bright light of flash, he created an armor of darkness, with clear markings that resemble the marks that glow on his body.
Spinning his staff now coated in flames similar to Ragnavald’s sword. As the surrounding dirt, rocks and grass slowly start melting and liquifying.
Before Yuror set his staff aside and pulled both of his arms together. The mark being created and glowing once more. As the boundary between space comes together creating a sphere encapsulating both Him and Ragnavald, as well as a liquid like shield protecting the sphere.
“ Now those barbaric humans won’t be able to interrupt such a duel.”
Ragnavald once again raises his sword, encapsulating his body in flames. With wings draconic like flames spouting out of his back as well as layers of flaming scales surrounding him.
“ I have been commanded, Yuror, to destroy the foul sinner to their kind, which turns out to be you.” “ The revelation was unsurprising.”
“ Of course those people would refer to me as a sinner” Yuror replied, picking up his staff and spinning it.
“ Now then shall we continue the duel.” As they both launch towards each beginning to trade blows.
From the outside however it looks as if a dark mist is covering them both. No sounds go out, no sound enters, as well as with attacks and counter forces.
However as the day set, and the army of man began to rest. This sphere of darkness has dispersed. With Yuror, walking out of it still claded in darkness with his staff.
With his left hand holded the sword of Ragnavald.
“Now then you barbaric being, face me.” Yuror said as he begins to slaughter the humans. Slicing them or crushing them with just the might of his sword. Slowly destroying the first formation of the soldiers.
With just corpses and blood flying everywhere from his surroundings.
Nobody can stop this onslaught until the slaughter has stopped. It ended. Perhaps for good, perhaps for better. Afterall Yuror is still the only one standing, upon a valley of corpses.
"The void, I must get there," he thought to himself. ‘ I must move all of us there, only the void is safe.’
“ I will lead them there.”
Unsurprisingly the void welcomed this idea, it supported this idea. Its tails slowly tempt Yuror, slowly convincing him to slowly connect to him.