Jade elder Ingvar grim rune, parried a strike from Gorefang, carnage and slaughter, the two bone axes of the elite of Vusal tore through the air, pressing down on the jade that burned with pure power. Ingvar pushed aside the attack with his full strength, creating an opening for Altair to push into, Durandal whistling through the air with melodic tunes as it went straight for the neck of Gorefang. The aura and blood in the air screamed, the hulking creature bit down on the blade, eyes burning as he chuckled, Altair cursing, releasing the blade.
A fiery realm of fire and burning feathers covered them, a searing scream that accompanied flames that engulfed the elite, Raye was there, her body burning with the fires of a phoenix, two feather like blades in hand that went for the elite. Thorian Stonehelm, the diamond king pushed into the attack, the maniacal grin etched on his face,
* Shattered Reality(L): Tap into the spatial rifts, causing fragments of distorted space to converge and explode upon impact. This devastating area-of-effect attack disorients enemies and tears through their defenses.
Shattered realm tore the flesh of Gorefang, stripping him of his outer layer, dislodging the blade of the Thousandblades who grabbed it, punching it through the skull of the elite before Thorian’s punch blasted him into the ground,
“CLEANSE” Ingvar commanded,
A chilling power suffused the air, pressing down on the elite who made no sound, burning away every touch of the abyss, even the power in the air, at least in that area. The ascenders shifted backwards,
“What now?’ Raye asked,
Ingvar spat on the ground,
“Something anchors him to our reality, something significant” he said,
Altair’s eyes shifted to the bone axes that glowed,
“Durandal” he commanded,
The blade glowed and shot towards the weapons, gathering aspect and authority from the Thousandblades at the same time, intent on shattering the weapons when a loud gong echoed through the air and the ascenders staggered. Right before their eyes, the realm of the abyss cracked in two, a dark line spearing through as both abyssal and aetheric energies began to leech from reality,
“By the supreme beings” Altair muttered,
Then Gorefang was up, his red sheen now dimmed, growling at the stars above,
“Is this your work?, servants of the false realm?” he rumbled,
Altair narrowed his eyes, watching as all the damage done to the elite begin to heal up rapidly, Ingvar stepped forwards, bathing his weapon with runic energies, the power swirling all over him into the shape of a large wolf with blue eyes that roared,
“No words from you abomination!” he roared and shot for the elite,
Gorefang smashed his axe into reality behind him, the air shattered, blasting out abyssal energies, Ingvar skidding to a stop, his axe parring an obsidian-colored blade, held by a figure that stepped out of the hole. A large creature in midnight armor, a helm of some unknown creature covering his face, and grey glowing eyes glowing underneath. Ingvar gasped and shot backwards in shock,
“Impossible!” he said,
Therian floated down, a frown on his once bright face,
“The elite of the defiler working with that of carnage?” he rumbled,
“All to ensure this place marks your end” the new figure uttered,
Their Hud’s despite its erratic behaviour, revealed just who stood before them, their link to the extensive archives of the jades working overtime,
* Elite: Name: Vaelus the Ebon Blade
Description: Vaelus stands as the embodiment of Lesuth's formidable power, chosen as the elite champion who wields the direct aspect of corruption. Clad in darkened armor adorned with intricate, pulsating sigils, Vaelus exudes an aura of malevolence that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies. Their eyes radiate an otherworldly glow, reflecting the depth of their connection to the Abyss.
Abilities: Vaelus possesses a mastery over the art of corruption, capable of tainting both the physical and metaphysical realms. They harness the dark essence of Lesuth, enabling them to manipulate and corrode any substance or being they touch. With a single touch of their blade, Vaelus can unleash a corruptive energy that seeps into the essence of their opponents, weakening their resolve and twisting their loyalties.
Weapon: The Ebon Blade is Vaelus's weapon of choice, a sentient blade infused with the concentrated power of Lesuth. Its obsidian blade is eternally wreathed in an ethereal, swirling mist that spreads decay and corruption upon contact. The blade itself possesses a malevolent consciousness, guiding Vaelus in battle and thirsting for the annihilation of all that opposes their master.
Role: Vaelus acts as the vanguard of Lesuth's forces, leading the Forsaken Hordes with ruthless efficiency and unwavering loyalty. Their presence on the battlefield inspires fear and despair among their enemies, as they effortlessly cleave through armies and bring devastation to the lands. Vaelus is both the herald and executioner of Lesuth's will, ensuring that the corruptive influence of their master spreads far and wide.
Personality: Vaelus is a figure consumed by darkness, his heart shrouded in the depths of the Abyss. He is a staunch devotee of Lesuth, fiercely dedicated to carrying out his master's bidding without question. His demeanor is stoic and unwavering, driven solely by the desire to see the world succumb to corruption. Behind his cold exterior lies a relentless determination and a keen intellect, making him a formidable adversary to any who dare to stand against Lesuth.
Altair burned bright, along with the other ancients, Ingvar muttering a stream of runic spells as his power surged higher, Vaelus chuckled and smashed the air behind him, a third figure stepped through, a pale hand gripping a sickle, inky black runes, Ingvar shot a beam of power skywards immediately, the other ancients followed suit, grim looks on their faces.
The being that stepped through was wrapped in tattered black flimsy robes, inky black sickle in both hands, and a face that was covered halfway, only the green eyes visible behind the veil,
* Elite: Malachi, the Affliction's Hand
Description: Malachi is a figure shrouded in darkness; his features obscured by a tattered cloak that billows around him. The air around Malachi crackles with an aura of malevolence, and his eyes glow with an eerie, sickly green light. Tainted energy pulses through his veins, marking him as the chosen vessel of Remhu, wielding the direct and unimposed power granted by Lesuth.
Abilities: Malachi possesses an innate mastery over affliction and suffering. His touch induces agonizing torment, debilitating his opponents and sapping their vitality. His mere presence spreads an oppressive aura of despair, draining hope and fuelling despair in those around him. Malachi can unleash curses and malevolent spells that afflict his enemies with a range of debilitating ailments, from physical diseases to mental anguish.
Weapon: Malachi wields the Cursed Embrace, two wickedly sharp and serrated blade sickles infused with dark magic. The blade pulsates with the essence of affliction, able to slice through both flesh and spirit. Each strike of the Cursed Embrace carries with it the power to taint and corrupt, leaving behind trails of suffering and spreading the afflictions bestowed upon his foes.
Role: As Remhu's champion, Malachi is the harbinger of pain and torment. He leads the forces of affliction, rallying the Tormented Phantoms, Wretched Enslavers, and other creatures under Remhu's command. Malachi's strategic mind and unparalleled control over suffering make him a formidable adversary on the battlefield. He seeks to sow discord, break spirits, and ensure that all who oppose Remhu are subjected to an unrelenting and insidious agony.
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Personality: Malachi embodies the essence of suffering and anguish. He is cold, calculating, and revels in the torment he inflicts upon others. His allegiance to Remhu is unwavering, and he carries out his master's will without hesitation or mercy. Malachi's demeanor is solemn and detached, as he sees pain as both a means to an end and an end in itself. His motives are deeply rooted in the spreading of suffering, seeking to bring the world under the suffocating grip of affliction.
Malachi, the last of the representative of the three powers appeared, silent and brooding with a sickly-sweet scent of pain and torture wafting all around him, wraith like forms struggling to escape from the folds of his robes. He turned to the ascenders, his breath, rasping from the hidden place where the rest of his face was. He pointed one sickle at the ascenders and spoke,
“PAIN” he said,
Altair felt his body seized up, abyssal energies attempting to break into his body, tearing through his protections as he roared, drawing on his aspect as Raye shrieked, her phoenix ability activating,
* Phoenix's Blessing: Emanate a radiant aura that enhances the natural healing abilities of Raye and her allies. This skill boosts their regeneration rate, grants temporary resistance to status ailments, and amplifies the effectiveness of healing spells and abilities.
Healing energies poured into their bodies, giving them the much needed respite from the attacks,
“something’s wrong, they shouldn’t be this strong, their ties to their respective abyssal lords seem to be closer than usual, it’s almost like…” therian said as he froze,
Cocking his hand back, he spoke, willing his strength into the punch, his body glowed, the power of the diamond king, his aspect manifesting as a diamond fist in the abyssal skies above,
“SHATTER” he rumbled,
The elites immediately went on guard, reality screaming around them as it shattered, the veil the ascenders hadn’t noticed since they had stepped foot on the planet was thrown off, revealing hundreds upon hundreds of creatures, all from the three abyssal lords and their aspect, all surrounding the powers of the archailect,
“How does it feel to be the one in the trap now?” Gorefang spoke, his voice rumbling,
“What trap?” Raye replied as large vessels suddenly broke through the roiling abyssal skies above, carnage striders letting out shrieks as they were torn apart,
Bearing the crests of house Thousandblades, house Garuda and the obscure markings of the jade clan, lances of light pulsed down from on high, depositing figures that surrounded the leaders of their respective factions. Masters Killian and Duval stood side by side, weapons drawn and powers blossoming, Urush and Fiona standing side by side with Raye, ice and fire, ready to wreak untold havoc on the forces of the abyss and two obscure but scarred masters dropping beside the diamond king, both of them with gauntlets on their arms, burning with the aspect of the diamond king.
They were a speck in the multitudes arrayed before them, but those specks could cause untold destruction to the forces of the abyss. The elites moved the same moment the ancients and jade elder did, going towards the elites the same moment the masters spread out into the forces of the abyss. Realms were unleashed and the planet became a cacophony of explosions, the masters battling with the lieutenants of the various factions, creatures on par with the strength of masters as well.
Aetheric and abyssal energies tore at each other, Duval glowing like the rising sun, burning scores upon scores of Bloodfiends, forsaken hordes and tormented phantoms coming together to battle the masters in pure madness. Everywhere they turned, they crossed blades with the forces of the abyss, despite their realms wiping out a good number of them, on they came.
Killian with his stellar and lightning paths moved with the grace of an experienced master under the attacks coming from all sides. Pushing towards his brother, his realm moving along with him, his blade a blur of pulsing attacks that hacked and slashed, his eyes glowing as his core rumbled, a lance of burning light going up from his brother’s position,
“Finally,” he thought,
And then master Killian stellar blade unleashed the power of his evolved core and path, stripping away the path of the stellar blade and taking on his new path, the path of the lunar lightning blade. Rays of moonlight crackling with static lightning tore into existence all around him, his body glowing ever brighter and brighter, becoming a beacon of lunar energy,
Path of the Lunar Lightning Blade:
The Path of the Lunar Lightning Blade is a mystical journey that combines the affinity of moonlight with the raw power of lightning. Those who walk this path are bestowed with a deep connection to the moon, enabling them to harness its luminous energy and infuse it into lightning-imbued weapons.
They become masters of agile combat, utilizing swift and precise movements to strike with deadly accuracy. Lunar Lightning Blade warriors can summon electrified moonlight blades and unleash lightning-fast strikes, leaving enemies stunned and paralyzed. As they progress along this path, they unlock the secrets of the moon, empowering them to conjure devastating lunar lightning storms that rain havoc upon their foes.
Killian raised his blade, the weapon glowing with the power of his newfound path, and then he swung it, activating on of his evolved skills,
* Lunar Lightning Blade (R): The user can channel the power of lunar lightning into their weapon, infusing it with celestial energy. Each strike unleashes bolts of electrified moonlight, enhancing the weapon's cutting power and delivering potent electrical damage to foes.
The power of moonlight, lightning and intent ran rampage through the hordes of creatures, carving a path towards the position of the ancients when a figure stepped in its path, a tall black colored construct burning with grey fire within its metallic frame. It rumbled as the lightning crashed into it, pushing it backwards a few steps before it steadied itself, its body steaming from the attack. It gave a light groan and rose to its full height,
X-9: A colossal Soulrender Construct, X-9 towers over the battlefield. Its metallic frame is adorned with menacing spikes and glowing runes. This leader of the Soulrender Constructs possesses immense strength and durability, capable of unleashing devastating energy blasts and commanding legions of lesser constructs.
Soulrender Constructs: These towering mechanical monstrosities were once powerful war machines, now transformed into instruments of destruction by Lesuth's corruptive influence. Powered by the souls of fallen warriors, they exude an aura of malevolence. Their immense strength and relentless assault make them formidable adversaries on the battlefield.
The lord of the soul renders, a behemoth of a corrupted construct pulsed with power as other lesser but large constructs gathered behind their leader, abyssal energies swelling between them, combining their attack into their lord who unleashed a beam of dark grey light, the corrupting power of Lesuth rippling its way towards the lunar lightning blade. Killian activated another skill,
* Lunar Shield (R): The user can conjure a protective shield infused with lunar lightning. This shield absorbs and deflects incoming attacks, while simultaneously releasing electrical energy in response. Any foe attempting to breach the shield will receive a jolt of electrifying retaliation.
The attack crashed into the silver shield of lightning and summarily got repulsed back to X-9 and his Soulrenders, tearing through his forces as both lieutenant of Vaelus and Killian crashed into each other, both of them a blur in reality as they zipped around with the speed of light. Killian pushing his body to immerse itself in the path of the lunar lightning, his blade now a weapon of pure light and lightning tore gashes into the abyssal metal skin of X-9.
Both sides battering at each other with speed and pure ruthlessness, Killian weaving in between attacks, his aspect pushing against the corrupting influence of X-9 and the aspect of Lesuth, labouring under the full might of the power of an abyssal lord. In the distance, another power burned to life, and where Killian’s had been one of biting cold and crackling but deadly lightning, this was of burning light and razing flames, two similar aspects intertwined to create something greater,
Something ruthless,
Master Duval, once of the path of the sol blade, threw off the shroud over his core, ascending into something akin to a deity of the old myths of Gaia, his body wreathed in the blinding, burning, and incinerating fires of his new path, he burned like the mid-day sun, his features of fire, his mask gone and his eyes burning embers of golden flames, reborn,
Master Duval of the path of the solstice inferno
Path of Solstice Inferno:
The Path of Solstice Inferno centers around the fusion of solar fire and the volatile nature of elemental fire. Those who embark on this path gain the ability to harness the scorching heat of the sun and the raging energy of elemental fire.
They become skilled Ember Wielders, wielding weapons enveloped in solar fire and unleashing flames that burn hotter than the sun itself. The Solstice Inferno path grants control over elemental flames, allowing warriors to conjure radical bursts of power. As they progress, Ember Wielders unlock legendary abilities, tapping into the essence of solar nova explosions and igniting the very air, transforming the battlefield into an unrelenting blaze of fury.
He was fire incarnate, he was the wrath of the inferno, the brightness and harshness of the sun, and he was the blade master of fury. One swing of his blade and untold multitudes were left as nothing but ash, no flesh, no screams, simply ashes floating in the air. Killian grinned amidst the assault he weathered, even as his beams of moonlight coated with lightning raised hundreds up, tearing through them and causing massive explosions over him, he smiled, because his brother did as well.
Level 950,
Both masters were level 950, their newfound aspects bolstering them up and were it not for the weird power of the abyss within this system that prevented ascensions, they’d already be masters, the paths cemented as powerful rulers. With a roar of explosion, both masters linked up, raising their blades and winging it together, twin brothers in fury, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. Even as they did this, they couldn’t help but wonder, if they were this strong,
Just what had the titan blade become?.