Time was fast yet slow, here in this cold wretched place. Killing to keep the fragile life he held is all Akatosh could think. Blood drips throughout his tattered leather armor. The two swords were already covered in blood.
Akatosh's hand, now but tainted with blood though what he felt is different as if a man whispers himself in death, a path unturned.
He didn't think for reinforcement to come. And his hand couldn't loosen the grip, his sense is in full function. Akatosh was but now a self-trained killer but still a beginner. Lurking in the shadow he plans his next move.
Following the two people clothe themselves in a hooded cloak he motions in stillness through the darkness he lingers.
As Akatosh traverse the corridor he yet met again a room. Lights were well lit the same as the ones he stumbles upon. The room differs from the other side, furniture's laid at every corner of the room. Its shape was oval large enough for a bus to accommodate. Unexpectedly Akatosh felt something as if his instinct wanted to say something. To get to a safe place or rather hide what's to come.
Before he could enter the room. He first observes the place, its walls, furniture, its every side. With good perception from the eyes, he was able to detect another path leading down to another place or a dungeon. He could sense his instinct shouting for him to run away but to no avail as Akatosh further steps into the room.
Priors to enters the room Akatosh first clean his foot covered in blood. He thought it would be foolish to leave a mark when walking around the room.
He could descend to this another path yet again he checks the upper ceiling of the entrance. Upon looking up, lips turn to smile. Pay say Akatosh was marveled to the architect of this dungeon. At the upper level of the entrance, a space was made like a balcony. Aware, the two people who came here must have had gone downstairs doing their fanatic things.
To give a surprising attack he quickly climbs, ascending atop of the entrance. It was again luck; the lights were against his shadow. Instead of showing it to the floor but through his back it casts. The only problem was if a person might appear to where he came reviling Akatosh's position, pray say that the situation might not happen.
Not long after he fixed his position turning the blades, tipping the point of the edge ready to chaw a person to death. Faint footsteps can be heard and speaking, they weren’t fond of silent. Unsure of how many they are but all is well for the life he held and for the life he takes.
Sweat emerge from the flesh, unknown to them and Akatosh was but a no magic man that even a simple mage couldn't sense a drip of my magical flow. Unexposed as they emerge, the patience he held while calmly breathing not letting a sound unheard.
Two of them finally walk out. Akatosh waited for someone to once again appear behind them but there was no sign. In hesitation of impatience Akatosh dive without a warning, nailing their nape, piercing their flesh and bones. Ravaging theirs inside leading them to slow and quick death.
For his impatience leads him to a mistake where one man all along was behind from the two, walking in slow while he distances himself from his companions. And before Akatosh could turn around a powerful wave slams in front of his face knockback and throwing him from a distance.
By twisting his body to regain balance and letting the sword glides on the ground creating a spark, he was barely able to disrupt the force. Before Akatosh could recover, the man had already begun casting, ready for another spell. In seconds six light-orbs emerge from his magic circle and averting towards his body.
Hope and agile, Akatosh let the short swords release from his right hand. The moments it floats when he released the sword, his mouth firmly grips the handle. The tainted taste of copper filled the tongue. And with the strength Akatosh held. He single-handedly grabbing the medium round table then throws it midair giving him a cover for those little six orbs.
When the dangling orbs clash with the furniture, it creates a loud noise. Akatosh was now exposed from the enemies' lair. People from the other side rang in alert gathering to where the battle is brewing. But this time he feared no death, this time he was led to fighting. The traveler could run away and faced the people from behind but somehow, he kept his feelings towards fighting.
So, without due, right after throwing the tables for a shield. Akatosh hastily runs towards the man not in a straight path but rather the other way around. Gaining acceleration with enough speed he was able to run on the wall. At a few feet from the man, Akatosh immediately jumps. Stepping-stone he leaps for a decapitation.
The moment Akatosh hammers the edge of the blade right through his neck, somehow his body split into two, diverting himself.
"Illusion?!" Akatosh was stun to say.
Part ways the two souls-like move at an average speed creating an afterimage as they merge to where he regains his momentum.
Without thinking, Akatosh throws the other sword the moment his image would together fuse but to no avail. It dispersed before the sword could reach the man. Same with Sheila's protection magic, one man no, two of which show themselves in the dark right behind the hooded man. As their appearance step out from the shadows, it was the two people the nobleman and the wizard.
"Roaring Flame." The wizard said, and after Akatosh heard him casting a line of flame burst through his hand.
Now Akatosh's time was but a flickering hope from the orange beam of fire. Pacing his stiffness Akatosh rolled over to the other side.
"Gahh!" Akatosh groan.
Even dogging the flames still, it burst into radiant heat. Rolled again at some furniture for cover. The wood was penetrated. Akatosh's eyes met the tip of his short sword flying, ready to pierce his head.
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Letting the sword head straight ahead avoiding his face. Akatosh swayed his head hardly able to dodge the fatal attack.
Though he escaped from that thing, he was wrong as it again came back ready to rip his chest. Scarcely able to deflect the flying sword. Akatosh had nothing to gain from just dueling from his blade.
Just a slight glimpse thereafter parrying the sword. Akatosh realize it was the nobleman in doing, his fingers were twitching controlling, maneuvering his sword.
Right before Akatosh knew the cause of his sword. All he could do was only three consecutive movements. Covering himself from their casting through the use of furniture, dodging the blade and parrying is all he could do but for how long will he kept this pace.
"Let, see? How does it take for you to kill yourself?" The nobleman says, controlling the other sword.
Out of a sudden, Akatosh lost control of the sword griping through his right hand. The moment his other sword begun shaking, he immediately takes initiative. Using his only strength, Akatosh was far surpassed from the man's magic which would then turn to puncture his chest, butchering himself.
"GAHHH!" Akatosh let out a grunt when he impaled himself.
Somehow, somewhat a voice spoke to thee. An intriguing sinister chuckle from the other side.
"Do you want to win? … Do you want to kill?! Do you want to obliterate their souls?! Do you?!" The entity continues to laugh. "Then let me give you the taste of the first."
And so, it begins when suddenly a thunder can be heard throughout Ravalind as if boulders are rolling from the sky, like a god on a rampage. The sound, loud as it goes, it's sudden brought gave an unpleasant feeling to all the people. Shattering the atmosphere and whirling the air in an intense breeze. The sky then turns gray as if a hard-cold rain-ready pour the land.
The thunders struck, loud and fearful that even the priestess of Aziru occupying at some noble estate now but drenched on the sudden eruption. She can feel an ominous omen as the thunder roar, everyone looks up in the sky even the young hero felt unease.
To where the catacomb, a bolt of great lightning strikes the land right where Akatosh was. Everything, the furniture, stone, even the altar from below shatters into a piece. Stun in terror the men could feel the power erupting from Akatosh's body. Lighting swirls throughout his body as his mouth screams in agony and death.
The slight unfold of the first seal truly was evil and powerful, Akatosh wasn't lost, somehow, he could still feel himself but his emotion now but swayed from the abyss. He was drunk from the first taste of the first horsemen, he felt the pleasure of death itself, he was conquered.
Still impaled by the sword, in effortless pull without a pain to groan happened in nothingness. The man with telekinesis magic again tries to control the sword but nothing.
"Iron skin." The wizard said casting himself and his companions giving them powerful protection engulfing themselves to iron skin.
"Roaring flame." Again, the flames erupt in a great beam of fire ready to blast Akatosh. Stood he still without a flicker to be seen. And when the fire meets Akatosh, the fire split into two before it could even touch his body sending the parted flames to his back scouring the walls into flames.
Akatosh breath in white mist ready to bathe in blood. In turns with great force and speed, with just a second the nobleman suddenly slams to the wall desolating the stone bricks. Without the iron skin, the nobleman could have died but still breathing dying from his massive injuries.
Two men turn in frightful look to see their companions nailed through the bricks splattering his blood on the wall.
"W-what, what are you." The man in the hood says in a fearful tone.
Powerful electricity crawls upon the corridors vibrating the dungeons. The ground where Akatosh stands greatly desolates tearing the foundation of the place.
Right after Riya went to inform the others and when they came near the graveyard, they felt a powerful cataclysm. The ground shook as if it erupts and for a moment, an unholy presence they felt as the ground shakes.
In seconds, the ground burst to see Akatosh flying holding what seems to be a man, a wizard at his near death. Not only did he just burst through the thick ground, but powerful electricity followed by loud and intense cracking noise it chases. The wizard somehow was used in drilling the ground for the two of them to erupt beneath the dungeon. Choking, griping his neck single-handedly but not too firmly enough for the wizard to breath the air while they float in midair.
Chifya, Sheila, and the others realize the occurrence from this rumbling thunder and shaking ground was all along Akatosh doing. His presence was even more terrifying striking fear to every heart of the people close to him. They could do nothing but stare in paralyze without an eye to blink.
"Tell me, do you fear death," Akatosh spoke in a sinister voice
The man however could do nothing but groan from his severe injuries.
With a grim smile, without hesitation for mercy Akatosh with a powerful force slams him right back at the hole. With his sword by his side, he threw it like a spear, and the moment he threw, electricity cloaks the sword striking the wizard before he could even be nail on the ground.
Tremendous speed Akatosh didn't yet be done as he again calls a flash of powerful lightning drawing the power of voltage.
Slamming the wizard back to the dungeon. He secondly throws the sword piercing the man before he could reach the ground. And finally, his last punch disintegrates the wizard. It was a consecutive striking done with just a mere second enough to sink the whole place from below.
The cemetery once stood flat full of gravestone but now it was all but a sinkhole large enough to even devours near buildings and houses. They could hear the rumbling ground, the creaking woods as the house begins to sink, Sheila and the others manage to retreat before the ground could swallow them whole.
After the shock suddenly stop Chifya manages to recover than the others. And when she does, Chifya quickly dashes. Drawing her nature power climbing down to the hole, the roots of trees and grass elongate strengthens creating a path for her to descend.
Scouting the surroundings looking for a sign of Akatosh, and at last, she sees him kneeling as blood baths his entire body.
"Akatosh?" A slight warm called for confrontation Chifya said
"Don't come near!" His word was different as if possessed by an ungodly spirit a two-person spoke.
"Stay back!" Akatosh said panting in a heavy breath
After hearing his unholy voice Chifya steps backward for a second. For her will she musters enough courage closing her distance to his.
"I said don't come near me!"
He was but now afraid, afraid of what he becomes his emotion returns yet part of him still embraced that ungodly power.
"Hahahahah." Laughing in sinister as part of him still trying to take control, yet somehow the bag tingling with holy essence finally diminished the cracked seal.
Many people were attracted to the source of disruption. Even the young elegant priestess and the young handsome hero together with his companions went to where the cemetery was. Upon arriving at the scene, to sight inhumane destruction. The landscape had torn itself apart sinking. They could hear people murmuring to each other,
"Just, just what happens here," Roland says.
"What happens here."
"Who did this."
While ignoring the tone of the people, Ulgar spoke. "Do you feel that?"
"Yeah, I can still feel it," Roland said shaking to what's left from Akatosh's diminished seal.
They've reached the hole to see nothing, Akatosh, and the others were far too gone teleported to another place. But one man seems to know what had all happened even before Chifya and the others came. With the crowds begins to flock he slip through the alley dissipating his presence.