Clutching his chest tightly, Calvin tried to rise but fell weak. Every part of his body coursed with diabolic energies he wasn't strong enough to handle.
Sitting in a cross leg position, he began by regulating his breathing pattern. It started hard but he could feel the storm within him lessen slightly.
Perspiration drizzled down his body as he focused on compressing demonic emotions which spiraled within him. He felt pride, wrath, envy, lust, greed, gluttony and sloth all at once.
Rapidly his mind tittered to the point of insanity. But he was held back by his will, his focus and mentality to defeat the devils.
Unfortunately suppressing the devils wasn't the only biggest problem at hand. Behind him the Shifting Watcher had assumed the form of werewolf like creature, with rusty blades strapped to its hands.
The Shifting werewolf had seven eyes around displaced on its head. It's ears resembled bull horns and it bared curves tusks on its jagged maw.
Enraged by Calvin's escape, it completed its transformation and slashed at the vulnerable boy. It's blade decended purposefully on Calvin's neck attempting to reap his life for the third time.
Just at the blade was merely a millimeter from Calvin's neck, something stopped it. In an instant a reverberation shock a radius of the chasm.
The watcher was stunned, its body temporarily paralyzed. The parry had sent it some meters away; the only being capable of causing that attack was the female kneeling between he and his feast.
Kyra trembled, her hands numb and some fingers pulverized by her actions. She was disheveled, riddled with nasty gashes and almost covered in dried blood.
Her armour was destroyed beyond redemption, parts of her breastplate had even found ways into her skin. Overall her state was pitiful, but her will wasn't.
Rising with defiance, she looked at the meditating Calvin and the recovering horror. " Retreat creature, we met yet again but I shalt let you have your way." Her eyes burning of a yellow flame, her blade pointed at the horror.
The Shifting Watcher's aura wavered; reducing its oppressiveness. The werewolf dropped into a puddle of tar and rose as in the form of a human.
Instantly, Kyra felt weakened as she started at the face before her. Her hand dropped. " That's right, you escaped the last time when most of your comrades didn't, So glad you came back so I could finish what I started."
Lunging towards her, the Tier 5 Arisen
Horror slammed into Kyra sending her flying meters away. She momentarily landed on her head and flipped several times, before crashing the west wall of the chasm.
Huge slabs of rocks and concrete lay around making the area akin to a miniature maze. Kyra dropped to her knees coughing up a mouthful of blood.
' It didn't strike to kill me, it's toying with me.' Her mind was functioning but her body was temporarily out, no matter how she tried she couldn't move. She was left staring blurry eyed at her fidgeting hands.
Minutes passed quietly, the panicked shrieks of the distant horrors had seized. But one distinct noise kept echoing in Kyra's ears.
' Just like they died…, weak, helpless, and it was just an awakened then. What chance do I have against Arisen creatures.'
While lamenting internally, the strong stench of charred corpses assaulted her nostrils. It was close. It knew she couldn't run.
That was one thing about intelligent horrors, they knew how to farm negative emotions with their strengths.
When the realm of Nightmares was connected to Earth, it brought Horrors, then Terrors.
And those beings grew stronger with dual paths. Either they devoured powerful creatures, creatures in a multitude or they absorbed negative energy emitted by those creatures.
The former was the most common and also interlocked with the latter. The latter however reaped more benefits and boosted the prowess of horrors by a far margin.
The Shifting horrors were created naturally intelligent and devious. Reaping the fear of their victims before they killed and absorbed them. And the watching specie could be counted as the most treacherous of the Shifters.
They observed and knew all about a target insidiously before attacking in its target's form. Kyra as an awakened had no business battling an arisen but she had to hold on till Calvin recovered.
It's twisting form soon appeared within her view, her lungs struggled for more air causing her to cough more blood. " Pitiful." It said in a normal human voice.
The horror finally copied Calvin's looks and apparel, but it's lips were curved in a dreadful smile. One which Calvin never showed.
' It's truly horrendous, I can't win.' Kyra wasn't particularly afraid as the horror had the form of a human, but she was a bit stunned by it's ability to speak fluently.
A bit of her strength had returned, she grabbed her blade which lay besides her. Using the weapon a a support, she arduously rose. Her entire body ached, if she wasn't an awakened she would already be dead.
Leaning against the wall of the chasm, she slowly limped away. " It's pointless, only quickening your demise." It scoffed, " I thought you wanted to save that weird kid over there, now you're limping away."
A deranged cackle resounded through the abyss, " I will make your death, all but merciful." A part of it arm stretched into a tar state, then a blade bearing a semblance with Kyra's ordinary sword.
It dropped into a dark puddle, swiftly moved ahead of Kyra and instantly reformed itself. She froze, he face pale. Cold sweat dripped down her face and for a moment she accepted her fate.
With a swift thrust, the watcher's blade