The grass blades moved in waves in accordance with the rapid wind blowing. After Borna’s declaration of being a Prophet, the expression of the Goblin-King, Aramelion changed swiftly. The once clear sky, now became dark and gloomy. Slowly, tiny rain droplets fell, which gradually transformed into a forceful downpour.
The battlefield was filled with screams and cries as people lost their limbs, their comrades and their will to live. There was a murky stench of blood and the decaying bodies.
The stormy wind blew across Borna’s face as she gripped the hilt of her sword, raising it and taking a battle stance. Aramelion tried to hide his flabbergasted expression with a ridiculing smirk while saying, “Borna Raymon, was it? The Prophet of the oh-so-great Human-God.” He paused a bit before continuing, “I was trying to deduce who the Prophet was. Thankfully, I didn’t need to break my head over it like the last war.”
Every year, an individual would be chosen as a Prophet for the ultimate goal of the Human-God. The end of the war would be determined based on the assassination of the Prophets as they served as a direct incarnation of the gods. That’s why it was necessary to conceal the identity of the Prophets as much as possible. It was the only way to get a chance at winning the war.
When it came to combat, usually, the prophets were the strongest. It was due to their ability to borrow the power of their Host-God. And right now, both Borna and Aramelion’s connection with their gods was at its peak. They were slowly absorbing the energy of their Host-God. A translucent reddish-green light enveloped around Aramelion while a bright golden one leaked from the heavens and bathed Borna with it.
“I shall cut you down, oh, Prophet of the Goblin-God.”
Both of them raised their auras and the already raging storm grew even more disastrous. The wailing troops were sent flying as an enormous whirlwind enveloped the area. However, both Borna and Aramelion remained unfazed at the face of the whirlwind. They didn’t pay it any mind and didn’t care to even glance at it. It was because their sole focus was now on each other. Only they existed in this vast world right this moment. Everyone else was ignored.
A brilliant white light covered everyone’s eyes as the two Prophets began clashing. Everytime their swords clashed against each other, the space around them distorted. Bright sparks of magic encircled them as they flew at each other baring their teeth.
“This won’t do.” Borna muttered that and slammed her right foot on the ground while lowering her body. Her head bent forward into a leap motion. Then in the next second her figure disappeared.
Shing!
She swung her blade imbued with sound magic to slash at Aramelion’s head, but the latter blocked it with his sword Ignix. It was the blade given to him directly by the Goblin-God.
The two continued swinging their blades and the remaining troops and giants alike watched their battle while being awe-struck. Every single creature in this battlefield stopped fighting and became spectators as the two Prophets who were the deciding factors of this war, fought against each other.
“Hmm, you’re not so bad for a Prophet of the Human-God.”
“Shut up. Prophet this..prophet that. Shut up for a while. Your voice’s getting annoying.”
At her provocative voice, Aramelion’s eyebrows twitched ever-so-slightly. He closed his eyes before opening them again while yelling, “You fucking grandma! You dare to oppose the Goblin-God?!”
Borna laughed hard as if she found it funny. “It’s baffling. If I am a grandma for living just seven decades worth of time, then what are you? A stupid creature who has probably lived for hundreds of decades. You’ll be my great-great-great..and multiply that by a hundred…grandpa.”
Aramelion lost it. His green, muscular face turned red and his veins bulged.
“You wanna see the power of my god?”
Aramelion’s already red, heated up face grew even more angry.
“You wanna see?”
Borna kept on provoking the Goblin-King because she knew. She knew that a person makes rash decisions when they’re angry. And in a war such as this one, any advantage available to her was like gold.
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“Fine, I'll show you. Oh heavenly God of Humanity, bestow upon me thy power.”
[The skill, ???, is activating!]
The unknown skill which could only be utilized with the consent of the Human-God, now activated.
A figure appeared behind Borna. No one could discern its features as it was surrounded by a blinding light. It was the avatar of the God of Humanity.
In the past, the God of Humanity hasn't heeded to the request of the activation of this skill. It was because the Prophets failed to meet the necessary qualifications for it. But now, that very skill is activated. What were the requirements to meet the qualification? No one knew. Only the God of Humanity could give the answer to that.
The avatar moved its arms and pointed its hands towards the dumbfounded Aramelion with its palm facing outward.
Powerful rays of magic could be felt as the avatar gathered magic in its palms.
The troops watching the spectacle unfold were awe-struck. It was the first time they had seen the avatar of their God. Heck, it was the first time Aramelion had been pushed back like this to such an extent.
In the next moment, a beam of light condensed with an immense amount of magic, passed through the space. Aramelion used his magic to create a shield-like structure, but it was too late. The structure had taken too much time to form. No, it wasn't the structure which took a long time, it was the light beam which reached quickly to his side.
The sound of flesh being pierced echoed throughout the quiet battlefield. Aramelion stared at his chest in disbelief. The area where his chest was supposed to be was empty. In the next second, his unsupported head also dropped to the floor.
During his final moments, he felt everything to be surreal. “How pleasant.. I'm honored.”
In normal cases Aramelion would've felt anger or even regret, but not when your opponent had to use the power of a God. That made him feel worthy. He felt honored.
The avatar slowly dissipated into the surroundings and Borna said, “Rest easy. You did your duty flawlessly the whole time.”
Even if one felt hostility toward their enemy, it was important to be considerate at least in their final moments.
In the next few minutes, along with the Goblin-King Aramelion’s body, all the Goblin Giants and Goblin Dragons, dead or alive, turned into dust and scattered into the air.
The troops’ jaws dropped as they stared at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding.
Soon, the chaos settled down. The medic unit worked diligently in caring for the wounded while the rescue unit carried the corpses.
Elias regained consciousness after being treated. The first thing he did when he woke up was to stare at his right arm. “How is this..?” It was natural to get confused. His right arm had been severed by the Goblin-King so how is it still attached to his body as if everything was an illusion.
The answer was simple. Just before Borna went into combat with the Goblin-King, she fed Elias a pill. It was the Reviving Pill she got from the God of Humanity for being chosen as a Prophet.
Her life might've become endangered in the fight against Aramelion but she didn't care. She fed him her only pill.
It was the love of a grandma toward her grandchild.
Borna went to the medic tent and met Elias. “Elias. We did it. Together.”
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“Ahh!” I stretched before I got out of the bed.
I still can't believe the Great War ended. Grandma came to check up on me just before this.
Soon, everyone left the battlefield. The battlefield was getting its final clean up by the unit assigned with it.
“Elias!”
I was greeted by a crying Eloise. She clung tightly to my waist as she sobbed with happiness.
“Elias.. Welcome back.” My mom also welcomed me with a warm hug.
Indeed, I had succeeded in protecting what I had to protect. I had fulfilled my promise to my father.
Some time passed before I finally settled in.
“Mom! What's this!?” Eloise excitedly screamed all of a sudden. What was going on?
“We're celebrating Christmas dears.”
Huh? I looked around and spotted rich delicacies prepared by my mom along with my grandma. Looking at my grandma working hard in the kitchen, one would never think of her as a powerful soldier. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
But, indeed, this was going to be our first ever Christmas celebration. Not only ours but probably the entire world’s.
And for the first time ever I got to experience the festival I had only read about in books.