The fact that Gods were getting involved in this situation didn't put Murai in a good mood, but he was underestimating it. Their involvement was apparent, long before coming to this place. It wasn't a guest at all. All points and facts went in that direction because that was the sort of thing Everflower was.
They were a problem that should've better waited for some other time, but since someone pushed this thing against him, why should he not be angry?
Murai had clear limits and a sense of justice in his heart, and this golem's structure was worth... probably more than he knew about this world. What was exactly an Everflower? He saw one in the Acaman Tower.
They were a kind of essence, a source of mana, Laws, and other things that were so good, that they could put Gods into a frenzy and change their hearts. Few would partake with them, so the one in Acaman Tower was weird. It was there for a reason, carefully placed and acting as a treasure to influence the other treasures.
It was weird. He was still thinking of that from time to time, even though such things were far from his current status.
They were precious treasures that held uncountable worth of wealth that any mortals couldn't ever comprehend. They were meant to help Gods reach new heights, follow their respective choices in their Paths, or empower treasures of cosmic-level weapons or equipment worthy of their stature.
So when he saw that sort of thing inside of this damned little thing, Murai wanted to cry for himself, cry for others, and curse at the heavens. He well understood the concept of what it meant and how it all came together. Research into Anatideas was behind this act, although it didn't answer why it needed an Everflower of all things to fuel it.
Perhaps it was a variant experiment that touched upon what might be possible. It followed crafts and ideas of their strong aspects, while most of it was not finished. It didn't mean to be used against him, so it backfired by lowering its power to Murai's level.
Golem's wings were kind of lackluster, followed by.... techniques, bloodline aspects, and what else? Murai saw only that Peak that he most likely forced, but could it have more powers left?
For example, that barrier? Was that something that Anatidae could have, or was that a defensive structure against the intruders that forced something bad?
Nah. Murai saw it as a normal mana barrier that tensed the air and bent the mana to make a defensive layer of protection. His Arrows tested it. It was hardly in the same category as his Diving Sphere for example.
And he never had the itch to care for something like this when he had Robust Defense that was much better than some barrier. Then, his feathers were a nice defense on their own.
Well, he wasn't sure now, when he felt those layers after he worked his ass off just to crash that layer once. And that Everflower! That thing could explode, obliterating the whole Levandis Temple alongside the Death Valley if it would get unstable in this little golem that was far too... little?
It was a ridiculously well-made golem if it had it for a core. That was for sure. So much so, this was the fact that made him take a step back and think twice about what it meant for him. It put him in a state of slumbering questions and wonders what this golem was about.
He wanted to see more of its structure, uncover its secrets, and see the detailed runic constructs around that cube and how Everflower worked with it. Anatidae powers might be before him, hiding in its structure, but they weren't all that important.
Golem can show many things, but it was hiding behind that barrier as he caused something that shouldn't have happened.
And Mindarch was far too late to act or fix this problem. So he remained silent, opting to seek what would happen because this wasn't up to him. Golem was the decision maker when it came to its structure, even if it was an experiment.
Levandis sent it, figuring it was a perfect chance to seek the results of golem research she had for many years.
On one wing, Murai was glad he was even able to discover its Everflower structure, albeit rough and barely conceivable to his senses. It was a different kind of feeling from that Everflower in Acaman Tower that was there for him to see and feel.
Back then, it was a different kind of Everflower. It was more pristine and natural, revolving in a state that was far from being half-forged and modified. It wasn't pushing to his senses because he wasn't trying to look at it, let alone sense it. He just desired it like a sunflower that gleamed at the sun.
Here, he pushed against a power that was above the eyes. He shouldn't have looked at it. With that information, he couldn't even fathom how to go against this golem.
On the other wing, he didn't like being anyone's plaything, experiment, and enjoyment. He had enough of that in the past, although in this world... he was exactly that. Nothing changed.
Whoever made this golem was an absolute legend of runesmithing. Personally, even with the right resources, Murai had no idea where to start thinking about it because of the size and intricacies that came with physical limits and runes. Those layers of plates were species, making this golem bigger, which hid what underneath? If he chopped the layers one by one, what would happen?
One thing was for sure. This golem could be even smaller than him if he removed a few more layers.
Murai didn't believe he was able to try it. He barely poked a few plates of the first layer, revealing the one underneath. Further waves of his Sonar didn't reveal the structure of these layers. He was barely able to glide his Sonar through that vein, going deep.
It was a tiny duck-sized monstrosity, so Murai was a bit afraid of what he should do or think about. He fought it, so he knew it was strong, but it was so much stronger than one would guess. Its mana should be near infinite, and it might be similar in power to some godly artifacts.
There were intricate problems and workings about runesmithing in this golem. In the inner parts between the layers, were the plates connected by the runes alone, or were there nails? Murai wasn't sure since it all looked seamless yet separate because some plates had some gap between them, or not at all. They definitely could move and cover the damages.
Behind those that he cracked, the layer of plates and runes was more extravagant, gaps nonexistent, and with visible veins here and there. Those even below were out of his touch, but he had no doubt they were turning smaller and denser, each filled with intricate, precious, and sturdy runes.
He could see that. Golem didn't seem to mind or sense Murai's Sonar. It swayed inside of the barrier, figuring that its time was turning to a different light or act.
Something unexpected happened after all.
Be it the upper or the lower layers, they were metallic in structure, with clear distinct lines of runes that carried more density. That meant that each was a limiting factor that limited the golem in some way, hiding its workings with runes at its core. Each cracked layer meant some outcome to its sequences that Murai didn't want to imagine.
Obviously, each layer was stronger and wasn't clear in their definition. Murai knew making those plates alone must have been a pain because of their size, layering, and taking care of runes and duck's size in mind.
He would sympathize with whoever made it, thinking that a duck was truly a ridiculous matter to consider.
As for the types of materials that he was seeing, he had no clue about them. They were tough but also flexible. The wings were a bit weird since their detachable nature didn't seem to work that well with the rest of its body. They were weak at their detachable core if Murai managed to crash it with his measly power.
But its neck held fabulous thinner plates that were under the same workings as the rest. They were tighter and cluttered together, and Murai was far from judging them with his Sonar or his mind.
He pushed through the densest part of this golem anyway, and it didn't matter if it was hiding in that barrier or if its core or layers worked with something hidden. He created a keyhole and put his Sonar through. He even dared to think that these outermost layers worked on the same or similar principle to the scales of dragons or his Anatidae feathers.
Although imitated, grades of these materials should put any human blacksmith in shame.
And he was supposed to crack them apart?
Had he really done anything substantial than test it a little?
Taking a cold breath, Murai long ago forfeited his Arrows and thought about giving up on this battle. For now, he only touched the outer point of these layers and felt he didn't want to see the outcome if he dug deeper.
He had no doubts he couldn't do that even if he wanted to.
What he already accomplished was incredible anyway, but he didn't acknowledge that. Considering his little cracks were part of the original layers, they were stronger than the previous armor by dozens of times, yet he still went through it a little bit. They weren't invincible since his Blitz and Arrows, Peak, and even Blades moved its layers.
As did so, revealing the bits of the second layer, it turned its sensors crisper, tuning its mana and acting wild, while increasing its weight and defenses. It was tough and weird, considering the plates hadn't come off yet.
There was no way he was seeing himself trying hard against something like it.
Golem's plates trembled slightly, and in that part of the opened-up first and second layer, the veins glowed. It was partly connected to the Everflower, so its strength was unquestionable like its clarity. It soon disappeared when the plates of the first layers twisted, covering the exposed veins.
Murai wasted his chance. He could've attacked it, although that barrier was still standing. He doubted he could penetrate it even with his previous Peak.
Now, there was no way to use some attack to cause internal injuries, but even if he had the chance, what sort of thing he could send to the Everflower veins, or push this golem over the edge?
No! He shouldn't try anything. Engaging its structure was already dangerous enough.
It was pushing him over the edge. Not the other way around.
“Great... GREAT!” Murai laughed in faked enthusiasm. “This tool wants to toy with me for the sake of its creator? Fine. Fine. This is excellent. This and that... or those. I will crack my head over everything if it makes any sense! Makes me ANGRY! More! I dare you.” Murai quacked loudly, not thinking if Mindarch was hearing him or not, or if someone else did besides the rest of the fools around this street.
This cry helped him to ease his mind at least. He forgot about the Everflower. He forgot about this mess. This was his challenge so what if this tool was there to hunt him? He would hunt it back if he had to!
His core burst out with mana, forming large waves that flew over him, forming a rather big pair of curved Blades that he Shaped as tightly and firmly as he could. It literally felt and appeared as if he screw the swords around him and squeezed the, like a cloth.
Sharpness shinned and glinted, forming crisp edges into 30 centimeters wide, 5 centimeters thick, and 3 meters long Blades. Their tip was fierce like the finest sword, curve was seamless with mana that looked azure and thin motions of white glint at the edge. Mana went out of his core in large tides, yet it wasn't all about the sizes, or the current condition of his mana space.
In some way, he was still able to Conjure and Shape just fine, but where were the limits of this act? He bet he had only a few moves left before he would regret it. It wasn't fine. His beak should work better than the finest Blades he had created so far.
His beak wasn't out of shape to crack his mind over this fight yet. If he had to, he will gladly crack his mind and mana over this damned golem.
So he decided on the long-range techniques first, omitting the Arrows that he didn't want to use. Their efficiency should be terrible, whereas the Blades were continuous slashers.
A pair of Blades hovered above his head, forming a crossed shape. Murai turned into a little monstrosity himself, although he was one for a long time. Mana went out of him, tensing his feathers and giving him a ferocious look that the golem could only try to replicate.
His appearance got prettier, one may say through the azure luster, Shaping, and decisive face that lacked emotions besides a rage.
Murai looked at his target. Its plates winced forth and finished whatever repairing they wanted, protecting the layers of golden plates that he wished to crack.
With the additional touch of that barrier, even its uppermost duller plates radiated light like the fine pieces of dragon scales, glistering as suns in the clear skies. Both Murai and the golem reached a critical point in their fight.
Each injured the other, but one of them had a clear... Well, calling it clear wasn't right, since the whole premise this golem had was to serve its purpose.
That was to act under Murai's guesses, which wasn't good at all because he pushed forth against its limiters and forced more power out of its core. It was expected for the armor to shatter, but the shattering of the wing and the first layer cracking were unexpected and only happened due to Murai's forceful actions.
According to Murai's calculations and account of these runes—that left mana flowing strictly under those golden plates—this golem exceeded his expectations. Its value was just a guess that came out of its Everflower, but it wasn't that alone. Any golem that worked with Everflower in mind had to have a massive structure of runes and other materials of similar value to make it work.
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Thinking of it as a luxurious ship with a fitting engine was a kind of fitting analogy. Everything then moved past some levels and made everything less sensible. He was laughable. Laws were laughable. Extremes were laughable.
Well, he wasn't sure what this golem would be like without those limiting runes, or if the layers cracked one by one. It may not be close to the Extremes because of them or the layers, or it could be beyond them since the Everflower was its core.
Without limits, its true mana flow would perhaps crack its body completely, since what sort of small construction could survive Everflower flow? Murai doubted even the lowest layers would take that huge amount of energy without exploding, regardless of the runic structures, or materials put in place. It was that sort of thing to expect when making something this small and dense.
He was the same. He doubted his Artificial Core was able to take an essence above Grade 5.
But he was thinking between the universe and the grass. He was nothing in comparison to that cubic formation that was hiding a treasure Levandis cherished like the finest of the gems.
Such core formation will never disappear from Murai's memory. He felt the foggy layout, Everflower, and many little layers that surrounded it like a storm. He had felt it the best before, so each blast of Sonar put forth stable inputs of ideas that went straight into his mind.
He knew that formation too, but just from a few bits that were older than ancient. It was something that allowed Everflowers to be relatively tamed.
Cube Devil Formation was a mana accumulation array made of 6 sides of a cube, capable of holding any accumulation of mana. The degree and efficiency depended on the runes. Letting the mana out went through the 8 sharp tips of the cube.
It was a defacto prison for many sources of mana, meant to empower treasures, some constructs of ridiculous sizes, or even small planets, ships, and so on. Everflower was a collection of mana for many chaos cycles, working around the edge of its possibilities. Through its structure, mana flowed through a vast accumulation of time, measuring the deaths of many Gods and some worlds.
Devil Cube Formation was kind of brutal and outlandish in its structure, forcing certain Laws and mending mana in place. It was something that locked space and time, working many things around the runesmithing into success, but by force, rather than natural flow.
It was strictly useful only for high-class items, of which Everflower was the peak, although some could reshape such a formation, creating a technique called Vast Devil Cube Array. Such a thing was capable of trapping or threatening the Gods.
It depended on the force, mind, and resources one would have to spend to even start such a complicated and savage thing. Pretty much nobody wanted to have anything to do with them, since their dangerous backlashes and workings operated against materials and creators alike.
Rarely, its use in runesmithing was a guaranteed safety net for any mana sources, but... if they exploded or destabilized, things got nasty. They were hard to tame and control, which was even more strange since Murai figured this Devil Cube worked around the core of the golem... which was the damned Everflower.
Runesmithing wasn't only about golems after all, so this made its internal structure even more complicated if it was able to use Devil Cube Formation and the Anatidae size in mind.
And it worked... He had seen it. Felt it.
“Well well well... Time to give this the last dance a chance I suppose.” Murai reasoned, tensing the twin Blades behind him that he forced to assemble. They were the best source of long-range he had, filled to the brim with Sharpness and his remaining control. Their size was massive, but nowhere near the fart of an Everflower, which was still a Mana Essence, but so enormous, it was no longer right to call it an essence.
In its structure, it was known by different names in many parts of the Skies. Origin Stone, World Essence, and a few other names had unique touches to worlds or cultures.
It was a treasure that was no longer obscured by conventional rules of worlds, making it a defacto finest piece of the River of Manaflow capable of fueling most Divine Kingdoms. That made them an absolute key treasure for any God that wanted better powers, reputation, or stability. It was also one of the many reasons Gods had to traverse the universe in hopes of finding these things.
One could never purchase them anywhere, let alone find them by luck They were hiding, growing in the Chaos or the massive forces of the universe.
Murai more than understood that something was insane with this thing, considering he was fighting it of all things. The mere idea that it was possible and he wasn't cracked in his head proved its stability. Well, perhaps he was insane. Everything was.
Unfortunately, these worries will have to go without answers. He had his wonders but had no idea about the structural work. Just bits, which won't satisfy him.
Murai could only try to crack those layers more, revealing the veins that he would push through some last-minute Rune. Nah... that was impossible. There was no way he could imitate the technique he used against the Acaman Golem.
He almost laughed at the idea of crushing such a golem. Mindarch, let alone Levandis herself, would never allow that.
So Murai decided to inflict as much force and damage on it as possible with simple thought behind it. He needed an outlet for his anger, and the secondary effect was his hope to uncover more of its structure while not dying or pissing this temple in return.
He had no issue with cracking the heads of others. What kind of mastermind was behind it didn't matter to him. So what if this was part of this temple and Gates, or Gods? Will they let him go if he won't be too savage? He doubts that.
Making this temple were many rules and figures of dreams and nightmares. Everything was hard to follow even for the finest of devils or demons, turning things more savage when one stepped closer to the Hell Havens. Always.
Murai kept gazing at the golem, trying to discern its acts. Then, its mana vanished again, disappearing into the core.
The barrier disappeared, and its first layer shivered, obscuring what was below.
It went quickly. Barely 4 seconds later all mana and the golem calmed down. Murai had a nice idea of why hiding its mana flow was clever. None of the demons present knew of something like a Cube Devil Formation, let alone Everflower. It was good they were as clueless as they should be, but something might not be that clueless. Will of the Battleworld and many Gods underneath that.
Murai was nearly certain Levandis was hiding the Everflower so other Gods couldn't know about it. It was a byproduct of locking the golem's power and limiting its structure.
“So a toy, or a vault of a demonic god, is it? Or is it some ancient idea that some fortune soul rediscovered and remade? It's so petty to create a duck that is close to me in appearance. I am flattered, so if I have to guess, I would think the Ruler of this place is behind it. How about it, Mindarch? I am unsure.” Murai asked, turning his attention above the street as the golem's movements were yet to reclear. It was waiting for something.
[Citizen M is cheeky to attack this treasured golem without even wanting to seek my attention. Hah!] Mindarch sneered like a stubborn child. [Serves you right, foolish Challenger.]
Demons all cheered and beasts howled loudly, proclaiming that Mindarch was right and Murai should fuck off from this place and drop dead. It was universal, even for those who bet against the odds.
”Cheeky? Am I cheeky or you are?”
[Brace yourself.] Mindarch reminded.
Golem was beginning to crack and move.
Murai kicked the floor, backing some meters away to give himself some space. “Whatever. It is clear to me that I've triggered some set of actions. How? Destroying layers, huh? Cheap, but... I am kidding. This thing is a menace. Now, the question remains if I can force these layers to crack again, or more than that. All I can focus on is giving it my all.”
He thought of his chances that seemed likely to pose a good idea. Mindarch gave him no hints either.
Perhaps destroying the first layer if its true body was all he had to do to stop this fight? But was he supposed to do that? He cursed Mindarch as clueless as a rock before setting his Blades for an attack. The golem moved.
Standstill immediately shattered between the two small figures. The first to make the move was the golem, which charged forward with its beak that was like the finest of spears.
The beak had no layers, similar to the legs, but the neck or head had them. Perhaps there was some limit factor akin to shattering those layers, or their structure of runes ensured the beak got some other powers? With weight came momentum, so its beak should be heavier, punchier, and sharper. Like a layer of paint or color or shine? There was a clear indication its movement and power changed since the start.
Murai figured his thinking troubled his head. In his heart, he wasn't ready to fight losing battles. In reality, his mana screamed and the blade twisted. He will finish this out because of his sheer stubbornness.
A battle that he couldn't win was a battle he didn't want to take part in.
The true power of this golem didn't matter. Its beak was strong, and its internal output of power and weight felt like a mountain. Murai felt its steps and heard its moves to his bones, so he didn't want to push his luck.
In a breath, the golem attacked with its beak firmly clutched, attacking him straight to the head, aiming at the beak.
It was a test.
A test Murai wasn't willing to take head-on any longer, so he smashed one of the Blades towards it, chopping it down. A tremor echoed on the street, bright shining Sharpness glinted like a sun. And for the first time, Blade was in place, while the golem smashed into it with its beak.
Murai backed away a couple of steps, noting that the golem pounced forward quicker than he expected. It almost hit him, and it continued doing so, pushing against his Blade, stubbornly stepping toward its target.
This clash pushed his Shaping to the brink of losing control, but close it was. Murai took his Shaping more than seriously. As a limbless beast, the controlling motion of his mind and magic was his priority. In a mere second, he turned his other Blade to clash down.
Blades didn't combine, but even still, Murai used great angle and downward force as he planned, hitting one aspect of the Anatidades that was a weakness. These were the legs. The golem had its a bit thicker, but it was still relatively small. Golem stumbled as it angled its neck, hitting the other Blade with its beak.
It accumulated enough weight and power, stumbling its legs in internal troubles with stability or motion control. They trembled under a massive weight, so it was no wonder.
Murai didn't know this could've happened. He just thought the legs would give up like his would.
This move was enough to pin it to the ground with both Blades pushing its head and neck down. It momentarily staggered on the ground, wincing and making noises like a broken machine. It was trying to get hold of itself or its next course of action by flapping its last wing and wrigging its beak against the glistering Blades. These attempts did work that well thanks to the missing wing, crashing against Murai's pushing force.
Murai didn't wait for anything. To be precise, he wasn't that nice to give this tool time to react. He jumped forward. By the last chance he had under his body and beak, he started channeling his Peak as high as he felt it allowed. It went for a couple of seconds, stopping at 5th when his body and core gave up. His neck snapped and spine creaked, yet his feet remained on the ground and his beak kept glowing.
Clutching it tight, overflowing his neck, footwork, and hips, he struck the head, crashing dozens of smaller pieces of the first layer apart, revealing the golden scales underneath.
Further pieces of this layer crumbled down when he hit it again, focusing on the body and neck. After a couple more hits, golden layered plates made it look like a sculptured duck made of many golden gems and scales.
It was higher in quality, apart from some patterns at the back that still resembled golden feathered scales. They were much shiny and denser, unlike the layer before that was kind of dull because of its underwhelming feathered patterns.
Murai kept pressing his Blades down with half mind on them, and half mind on his Peak. He struck again and again with the same amount of force, smashing a big hole in the torso where he tested and shattered the first layer completely. Mana flared up, be it his or golem's, nothing mattered. ]
Golden plates revealed themselves and shined under notable veins between some of them. There were also runes around the little gabs or directly in the scales. Murai attacked it all regardless if it was good or bad. His Peak dulled, but he kept smashing down like he wanted.
Some runes cracked. By this point, the golem got hold of itself and tried to stand up by charging its neck and beak with shiny glisters of mana. Steam and light moved from the golden scales, heating the golem and forcing it to go against the Blades. Its internal formation, be it sealing, repairing, breach-related, or anything else, didn't change or activate anything for some reason.
But it moved away from the first layer, deciding to turn some limits off.
Murai noticed his success, so he turned one of his Blades into a series of whips, splitting the Blade and pushing everything against its legs.
Golem had no clue what to do with such a serious series of quick attacks that were in 3 different directions. Murai was there hitting its side, one Blade focused on its beak, while the whipping mana went for its legs. Its internal structure of runes struggled under its Devil Cube Formation, creating a mess of actions and sequences.
Murai didn't care if it felt overwhelmed. He barely noticed its struggles which allowed him to turn the last tides of his Peak to hit the dull plates or golden scales some more. The golem even stumbled to the side because of its restrained legs and beak. Murai huffed, cried, and screamed. His mana turned to ripples and cracks, and his Blade and mana were starting to lose their mass and Sharpness. It was no longer under his control.
He allowed the golem to stabilize its acts.
Murai was reaching his every limit, yet his beak kept hitting down. Against the neck and another to the head, he completely obliterated the first layer in most of its body. Apart from the side of its back and belly that were on the ground, he unleashed his Peak's fury on it at all fronts. It was enough to completely destabilize the whole visible structure, crumbling it down and letting the sizzle, steam, and heat escape. Golden scales gleamed and changed the golem.
He didn't care for its glow or stability. As if no longer willing to spare a glance for these golden scales, Murai began his attacks on the golden layer.
He forgot about the fight. Forgot about the temple.
He had his beak and neck to swing.
That was enough for him, albeit his mind and his core reached the limit that he could no longer ignore.
While the golem clearly struggled too. It was free from the Blade or whips that kept it on the ground, yet it couldn't go up. Its legs were trapped between its body, crumbled first layer and ground. What went above it was also heavy and it kept hitting it as if something mindless and crazy screamed.
Golem was a second away from activating something that was slowly creeping into its formation. Something that was locked.
Then a male voice spoke to Murai's mind, shaking him. “This is enough.”
He ignored it. Who was there to stop him from doing what he wanted? Mindarch? He can fuck off. A God? Nobody will stop him, so he pushed his strikes against the golden scales, making no dent, but many cracks began to spread when he focused on runes and plates around the wingless section. Those were the weakest and gaps full of veins and runes were visible.
Murai was starting to feel immense and heavy backlash coming to his beak when he felt its flow and slowly creeping pressure arose. His spine, neck, and mana almost popped his mind. Overdraft was happening in many layers as he was attacking, yet he wasn't willing to stop his attacks.
Spitting blood in the process, his feathers turned haggard, similar to how he felt. Then he stopped after barely touching the heated and gleaming scales. His neck gave up at last.
He cursed, stepping back to see what other choices he had, other than to collapse.
Again, he wasn't willing. He forced his legs to be straight.
It was at that moment that he let go of everything. Flow or his mind, his legs bent and gave up. Murai felt his soul and eyes overlapping with something terrifying. So terrifying that he no longer paid any attention to the golem at all.
He was still close to the golem, when, as if lightning struck the ground, Murai flew in the opposite direction of the street, far from the figure that was angry and standing not so far from the golem. Something hit him, kicked him, lurching him away from the golem that trembled in shock. Steam and heat were around it like a storm, while mana swirled around it like a maddening curse.
And someone didn't like it. “I said, stop. I know you are a rebellious fella, but when I speak... YOU DO WHAT I TELL!” A male voice once again told, demanding the truth that Murai should've unconditionally believed like a Law.
But this time, the last part shook Murai's soul in more ways than he liked. He figured someone hit him, forcing him to the building's wall. His body destroyed it instead, so he stabilized himself in a matter of few moments with his beak, before collapsing like a house made of cards.
“Who the fuck... you think. Who...!?” he quacked some words that weren't that fit for this situation. They were brazen quacks filled with unwillingness and arrogance, leading up to his even more brazen expression upon realizing who appeared and stopped his fight.
It was a small human figure, wearing a black suit, with a thumb-sized white tie. Standing there like a giant he felt he was, Manager Kil was here to consider this fight being over. Mindarch wouldn't stop this, he knew.
Manager Kil came personally to deal with this problem that weighed on his spirit. Considering the perspective and his height and weight, he was half the size of Murai's height, which was kind of small already.
Apart from Manager Kil's small stature, he had a bit bigger head that was kind of disproportional to the rest of his body. He had normal eyes for his size, however. As funny as he looked, the rest of the demons weren't pleased with his appearance, nor Mindarch was.
He didn't know Manager Kill would make an appearance, but it wasn't his fault things got this ugly. It wasn't even his job... Mindarch knew.
Levandis was awake, watching this show. It wasn't his time to shine.
But when things got nasty, Manager Kil had to act. Every onlooker turned to absolute silence, fearing Manager Kil whom they didn't want to anger. They forgot their voices, bets, or comments about either of the ducks.
However, Murai was still able to hear a few whispering noises that spoke.
“Fuck us raw!”
“Manager Kil, were are screwed...”
“Another small one... Any bets?”
Manager Kil took just a single glance to left and right to push an absolute domination over the entire street. As small as he was, he pushed a blackish mountain of mana out of his figure, unleashing terror that felt like a storming cloud. Made of unkwon Awakened Mana, this simple aura shut everyone down, Murai included.
“Well, well, well, what mess do we have here,” Manager Kil kicked the golem, stopping its internal uproar, and turned to Murai. “You've made a fatal mistake, even while knowing the truth of this toy.”