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Came a thunderous crack in the skies, giving a fatal blow to the storming darkness. Darkness had come upon Midgard and yet light like no other announced before the trembling inhabitants of Midgard, the presence of the darkest one was upon the midground. It has come for Saguel...daughter of Ruth, the Eth Gamour's most powerful servant.
After repeated failures and the failure to effectively vanquish a child and costing him his most formidable weapon, the darkest tempest. He had nothing more to tell her just few hours back but another failure struck and he became rather desperate!
" Saguel, you will have me go after one girl on Midgard upon your betrayal? " The Eth Gamour thunders across the skies of Saguel community, that place that was nowhere but somewhere always on Midgard.
" One more incompetence, eras come to an end, yours has been rather fruitful but I will rather you spend the rest of your days in Juden with your mother and await my assured wrath upon Midgard" The Eth Gamour spoke through the lightnings and thunderings.
Moments after the destruction of the 3rd realm.
TEMPLE OF ASTENA - WESONS.
A deafening screech tore through the heavens, a celestial wail that shook the very fabric of Midgard itself. From the cosmos, a blazing comment of fire and starlight plummeted, it's radiance scorching the skies. All of Midgard gazed in awe as Awisk, the Phoenix sage, apprentice of Elañorr descended. In his grasp, the shards of the tower of fate and within a pocket reality he had woven, ninety-nine western mages laid trapped with their fates bound to his will.
He descended on Wesons before the sacred temple of Astena, it's marble spires shimmering under an ethereal glow. Archil, the temple high priest, greeted him with a knowing nod. " Tessa's in worship warlock, she'll join you soon."
He ushered Awisk in a chamber aglow with runic light where the air thrummed with magical energies.
Some moments later, " This temple will endure the very end of the universe but I'm afraid what lies beyond the universe could be too much for it. Thread carefully with the spells you use in my temple, Awisk."
Tessa said, her eyes narrowed at the site of Awisk levitating in the centre of a maelstrom of terrifying power, the shards of the Tower orbited him, blazing like miniature suns while he spoke in unknown tongues. The room pulsed with raw, untamed energy, as if the universe itself held its breath.
Awisk spells had consumed him, his soul teetering on the edge of the mystery - Beyond power and all definitions and extension of reality and thought itself.
The shards glowed fiercer with each piece a key to the mystery but his chants grew erratic, his body trembling as he opened doors to the unknown. Tessa acting quickly, sends a psychic signal to him, calling his fading soul back from the mystery.
He had been taken over by his own spells, for they were no ordinary spells, he couldn't stop even with her intrusion, she quickly released a psychic attack at him, calling his fading soul from the mystery back into his body. He fell down, sweating and the shards clattering around him.
"That's no ordinary magic Awisk!" Tessa's voice
" That's one very dangerous magic, Awisk!" Tessa voice trembled with both awe and warning.
" You are messing with forces that could swallow you whole" she added.
Panting, Awisk steadied himself
" They are stuck in mystery, Tessa, these shards remain only thanks to my field absorbing a portion of the tempest that destroyed the 3rd realm. Without the force no one exist that can tackle Liamb and you know this."
" I also know even the apprentice of Elañorr will be lost without the right spell and seeing you Awisk you will. " Tessa
" The tower was forged from the same primal essence and brilliance the wheel was forged, it's shards bares traces of its ancient energy, I am using it's signatures to forge a path to free the Force, it's dangerous but it's my only option." Awisk.
" I know you don't believe that! " Tessa said waving her hands, bringing both of them into Gazareth - Dimension of Possibilities. A kaleidoscope of shifting colors and boundless potential.
" Gazareth, Liamb holds the other half of the spell so it shouldn't be accessible to you alone, what is this? " Awisk asked
" We cannot use Gazareth to its full potential without the other half of the spell but together with the Phoenix, the apprentice of Elañorr, I believe we could amplify how much we can make of this realm, with it we could forge for us the required spell, no spell singly should be capable of doing this but the more impossible the feat the easier it is for Gazareth" Tessa
Their hands clasped, their energies entwined as their auras engulfed them, Tessa glowing bright purple and Awisk with his fiery aura. Tessa's voice rose in melodic incantation harmonizing with Awisk's fiery chants, Gazareth itself responded, it's infinite threads weaving a spell of unimaginable precision - a formula to access the wheel's remnants within the shards, granting Awisk access to the mystery.
" Thank you Astena" Awisk said walking out with the right spell.
Awisk emerged in Allorn, a remote corner in WESONS with the spell on the ready to cast and free his master from the unknown when he perceived a chilling wave of dark energy surge towards him, sapping from his very soul before it got to him. Instinct flared ; Phoenix flames erupted from his hands reducing the bolt of dark energy to nothingness with the resulting explosion destroying the building where he was.
Teleporting outside, Awisk eyes locked onto his attacker: Lonshean, hovering amidst storm-black clouds. Her form radiating a darkness so profane it tainted the soul. Her powers was a blight, a power born of the Darkest one. Awisk raised a sigil over all of Allorn to protect them from the corrupting aura.
" She's been marked" Awisk mummured sensing the depth of her corruption.
Lonshean's voice cut through the distance, carried by her dark will " I didn't think I could see this face worried for once, my sisters, free them from your false reality and perhaps I might give you a befitting death!"
" Kill me? Ask Liamb himself when last that ever happened, oh wait! –You can't, for power you sacrificed your own free will, I hope it's worth it Lonshean but your sisters aren't seeing the light of Sa-el for the rest of their long lives" Awisk lips curled into a defiant smile.
The sky roared as the clouds churned, summoning lightning unlike any in Allorn's ancient history. Awisk stood unshaken, his Phoenix fire blazing, consuming the plasma streams to "ash" that vanished into thin air. His eyes erupted with flames, charging at Lonshean at thought defying speeds, he attacked through hypertime - a pocket space of zero time and infinitely compressed space. For reality itself was getting strained as he saw in less than attoseconds than anything describable the way reality unravelled before him, saw things transmute into other things, saw matter and life phase in and out of existence, charging at Lonshean who reacted by accessing hyper time, ensnaring him in her dark energy, placing a curse on him that doused his doused his flames and forced him back to his human form.
"Urgghh"
Awisk grunted, suspended in hyperspace by Lonshean's dark magic coiling through him like venom. With a collosal blast she hurled him through the infinite gravity – thanks to the infinite compression of space. Breaking through the fabric of hyper time right unto Midgard, creating a greater the size of a small city.
Lonshean touched down on Midground, her voice dripping with menace, " This could be simpler Awisk, I won't stop until those shards are dust and my sisters freed from your false reality–even if I must tear apart the soul Elañorr forged for you" . With a thought she unleashed abstract magic - a very different form magic that deals with the manipulation of concepts and ideas, a handful of sages and mages could use it, she engulfed Allorn in her darkness which slipped through the sigils the Phoenix-sage had placed upon the nation - protecting it from her corrupting aura, breaking through the sigils she immediately ripped out the souls of millions that fills the very large nation of Allorn, corrupting and weaponizing them into a soul bomb spell - a spell of Cosmically-apocalyptic magnitude, exploiting the very divine substance of the soul to amplify raw destructive energy, in this case concept. She launched it at Awisk, who, still reeling, countered with a stream of emerald energy, the resulting collision fractured reality, cracks spider-webbing across the nation.
To save reality, Awisk pulled them into the abstract-plane – a plane of pure concepts, beyond the physical beyond the psychic plane where ideas where the foundation of existence itself. He faced Lonshean in this surreal domain.
In the abstract plane Lonshean taunted
" How long can you last without your flames Phoenix." She spell has him bound to his physical form. Making this a duel of raw magical prowess.
But Awisk knew the secrets of the abstract plane better than most. Here words are power and ideas are reality's seed, closing his eyes he summoned words that burnt out in flames above him, etching the words in the fabric of the abstract plane.
Your curse is broken and your are defeated Lonshean
His eyes snapped open, fire surging out shattering Lonshean's curse, her power faltered, her form flickering in shock as Awisk teleported, making a grab on her shoulder in this realm where they existed as mere ideas, with a blaze of Phoenix fire through his hands he burnt her essence dispersing her soul into mystery's depths.
Taking the very piece of abstract concept of Lonshean's life, Awisk returned to Midgard and with sacrificial magic, offered her essence to restore and purify Allorn's list souls.
GHONIS - Zola
The vibrant streets of Zola buzzed with energy, a mosaic of faces and voices weaving through the air as Laileb and Harrell moved with purpose. Laileb's dress fluttered slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd while muttering about Lorrd slipping through his magical traces. "Belief," he said, almost to himself, "it's like he's cloaking his location with sheer will. My locator spell hit a wall—nothing but static."
Harrell, radiant and drawing gasps from passersby, barely noticed the attention. Her steps were confident, but her brow furrowed as she focused, sensing Lorrd's presence, "He's here," she said, her voice low but certain. "I can't pinpoint him, but it's like ....he's leaving ripples, somewhere close."
They turned down a narrow alley, the cobblestones uneven underfoot, lined with vendors hawking charms and sizzling street food. Laileb glanced at Harrell, impressed but cautious. "your instincts are sharp, but raw"
Harrell nodded, her eyes catching a flicker of movement near a shadowed stall. "There," she whispered, pointing subtly. A figure in a hooded jacket slipped through the crowd, too quick to be sure. Laileb's hand twitched like he was about to use magic, but Lorrd grabbed his arm. "No magic. Not yet. Let's just follow."
They wove through the throng, keeping the figure in sight. The chase led them past glowing signs and raucous laughter, deeper into Zola's heart, where secrets seemed to linger in every corner. Lorrd was close—but why was he running? Laileb grabbed Harrell by the arm teleporting with her in front of him, their assurance died off seeing the person they chased after open the cloak.
"Saguel!" Harrell's voice cracked like shattering crystal as the high mage materialized before them. Laileb seized her hand, their forms dissolving in a flicker of teleportation, only for Saguel's will to ensnare them. A pulse of blinding white energy froze them in the weave of space-time, reversing their escape until they stood before her once more. With a gesture, Saguel bound them in dark sigils, chains of shadow coiling around wrists and ankles, severing their connection to magic. Lifted high above Zola, they hung helpless in her grasp.
But Laileb was no mere mage. His essence—an idea, eternal and unbound—defied her chains. With a thought, he sundered her bindings, his form splitting in two. In an instant, he dragged Saguel to a distant galaxy, where stars burned with cold fury. With a snap of his fingers, he wove an enchantment vast and terrible, commanding every celestial body—planets, suns, nebulae, and black holes—to converge upon her. Yet Saguel, in a wrath that shook the cosmos, unleashed a cataclysmic blast, obliterating the galaxy in a detonation felt across the universe's farthest reaches. Her hands tore through the fabric of reality, cracks spiderwebbing into the void. From that nothingness, she summoned tendrils of pure oblivion, binding Laileb in a realm of absolute absence. With abstract magic, she sought to erase not just him, but every iteration of his idea, forever.
Back in Zola, Harrell and Laileb hung suspended in Saguel's grip. "you shouldn't have left that bar, Harrell," sneered Lorrd, stepping from the shadows before them. Laileb, ever-defiant, wove a nullification spell, shattering Saguel's bonds. As he and Harrell plummeted to the street, their battle with the high mage raged beyond reality, in the vast void where existence frayed.
"You couldn't act until I was around?" Lorrd challenged, his tone laced with suspicion.
"you came for us," Harrell countered, urgency sharpening her words. "you're no mere Midgardian Lorrd, together we might be her undoing." But doubt clouded his eyes.
"why do you hound me?" Lorrd demanded. "why me?"
"I don't know!" Harrell's voice trembled with frustration. "But Reficul's vision showed me Mt Yerundale, Laileb's losing in the void—we must go, now!"
Lorrd scoffed. "you trust mages now?" His words were cut short by a cosmic ripple, a fracture in the universe's fabric. In the void, Laileb broke free, cloaking himself in shards of nothingness. He and Saguel clashed with apocalyptic force, their blows shattering stars, their magic rending galaxies. Saguel, though weakened, would not yield. With a surge of superior abstract magic, she turned Laileb's void-shards against him, forging them into a blade of pure nothingness. Commanding the physical universe—every star, every particle—she struck, piercing his essence, banishing all iterations of Laileb into oblivion forever.
Harrell's scream spread through Zola as Laileb's form beside her dissolved into ash. "No!" she cried, clutching at his fading essence. From the heavens, a tide of dark energy descended, aimed to consume her. Lorrd's blade flashed, meeting the onslaught with a thunderous clash, the force dragging him through streets and stone until he found his footing.
He stared at his sword, its edge pulsing with an unearthly light. "How?" he whispered, awestruck. Above, Saguel loomed.
Saguel's laughter echoed, a sound that splintered stone and set the air ablaze. " Flee to your mountain" she taunted, her voice a wound in reality. Void-shards rained down, each a fragment of the nothingness that had claimed Laileb.
Lorrd charged, his blade singing with that strange, unyielding power, but Harrell seized his arm. "Not here! We go—now!" His eyes met hers, blazing with reluctant resolve. Together, they fled through Zola's chaotic arteries, dodging lashes of dark energy that tore through the city like vengeful spirits. Behind them, Saguel's shadow swallowed the horizon, her laughter a harbinger of doom. The path to Mt. Yerundale laying suddenly and mysteriously ahead, but with Laileb erased and Lorrd's power a mystery, time bled away like sand through a broken hourglass. Saguel's wrath was closing in, and the mountain's promise felt like a fading star in a sky ready to collapse.
" Arrrggghhh!" Screamed Harrell, standing unmoved with blood all over Lorrd's face, one of the void shards had managed to hit her, she fell down, weak, she still tried to crawl but Lorrd had her remain still, with his blade active, he kept slicing through the void shards, surprisingly shattering them on contact. But Saguel would not have a boy without real knowledge of his power stop him from bringing Harrell to the Darkest one. She spelled the midground to swallow him whole and he was gone, trapped under Midground. Dropping down she appeared before the dying Harrell, who's power had managed to keep her longer than anyone should be.
" Hmmm, I see that power in you and nothing will stop me from taking it away" Saguel uttered with fierceness and determination, using her magic to drain out the power of Love from Harrell, a massive pulse and radiance of unfathomable brilliance emitted from within Harrell, she screamed and all of reality unravelled, like dissolving bricks reality crumbled, Seeing such power Saguel vanished at once and Harrell was seen no more.
JUADEN. - EASTERN MIDGARD.
Saguel, was weakened, her battle with Lialeb across the very void and the universe depleted her, especially seeing as she operated half power with the Darkest tempest destroyed. She returned home at once to her mother who was expecting her.
" Dark times are ahead child, the Darkest one will not take a no from you anymore, you couldn't get the child of love and you lost your tempest, perhaps it's time I present to you the foundational powers of our ancestry, it's time we change the hierarchy of power, once and for all." Ruth–Saguel's mother said as she levitated before a bowl of blood with green glowing runes all over the room with her eyes making contact with Saguel.
To be continued...