Chapter 198: 198 – The Blindfold Came Off
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Mallark spun his black whip of death, as it hit the ground and trees in the surroundings there was not a sound from the impacts, as everything it touched got sucked in faster than a person could blink.
Barely a second passed before the area Mallark was standing on resembled a small island in the middle of a gigantic crater, everything in his surroundings was sucked into the black whip.
Number one looked on coldly and began to emit a chilly aura dropping the temperature by a thousand degrees, but as she faced Mallark she realised that it was having absolutely no effect on him.
Her gaze turned back to the whip as she realised that it held more than just spatial, suction and compression laws, those three all synergized extremely well together, but from what she could tell there was some sort of law imbued into it that negated all external temperature fluctuations.
Mallark flew closer to his opponents but he kept a distance of a dozen yards as he snapped his whip, as it lashed out the zealots all fled backwards, they had seen just how deadly the whip was, so they dared not face it head on.
But as they darted back they noticed tiny pellets being shot from the whip with enough power to put even meteors to shame.
Mallark released everything he gathered from sucking up the trees and earth, in a mad flurry, over a thousand pellets of compressed matter streaked across the land, the pellets might have been tiny in size but they each weighed 100's of tons as they were propelled.
Mallark breathed heavily as watched the pellets rip the ground apart and force the zealots to scatter, but just as he began to move he noticed that the leader of the group vanished from his sense's.
He knew that there was no way his attack could have done in any of them, it was just an attack to pressure them and push them apart, and from the group the only one he found that seemed to have the power to resist him was the leader.
Mallark didn't have time to think about it so while increasing the number of detection barriers around himself he chased after the saint he injured earlier.
While the saint lost an arm, he was still a seventh grade saint, if the saint managed to find a single opening to close the distance on him he didn't have the ability to dodge it again like last time, and if he received another wound, Mallark doubted his ability to suppress three wounds while maintaining the whip.
As things stood he was having trouble to supress the laws that were clawing into him from earlier, as he got closer to the saint Mallark snapped the whip on to the ground sucking in the earth from a thousand feet deep and shot it at the saint in numerous pellets.
The saint brandished his sword and fired of waves of energy at the pellets but they were two small and numerous for him to accurately attack them.
As his attacks hit the pellets they released waves of energy and burst like bubbles, knocked into the other pellets and knocking them of course, seeing that he was no longer able to predict the course of the pellets, the saint shot up into the sky as he witnessed the forest get devasted beneath him.
As he reached the sky his senses shot danger warnings to him, as he glanced around he found the black whip just a hairs breath away from his body.
"Far to inexperienced," Mallark mocked the zealot for falling into his trap, and just as he was about to land and his strike he pulled back as the sensation of impending death washed over him.
He looked around while using a special observational technique in his eyes, it was only then that he saw what was coming at him but it was too late.
Surging waves of frost laws overwhelmed the whips ability to negate the temperature fluctuations and Mallark felt his body freeze up for only a second but that was all it took for an attack to strike him.
Mallark cursed at his incompetence, the reason he was unable to detect anything was because Number 1 hid her presence behind shadow laws and used the shadow to hide her attack, the shadow removed all it's energy fluctuations and allowed Number 1 to attack him freely without him suspecting a thing.
Mallark froze in place and what he saw was Number 1 appearing in front of him with an ice-blue sword in her hands.
Mallark recognised the sword to be one formed from a spell, and a trace of fear entered his eyes as the sword came at him, if it were to impale his body he knew that he'd turn into a block of ice instantly.
But it was to late as the blade pushed its way through his spatial armour and Number 1 buried it in his chest.
Mallark's eyes opened wide in disbelief as he felt the cold take him, his body went still and he fell from the air as his body hit the scarred earth it shattered into fine shards of ice.
---
"NOOO!" Edith shouted as she watched everything happen from inside the spatial world, she didn't want to believe it but the world she was in began to crumble on itself, it was clear to her from that, that Mallark had truly died.
Edith grabbed Lirian in her arms and started to run, she could see tears appearing in the spatial world revealing the outside world.
A discouraged look appeared on her face as she looked through the tears, if she stayed there the crumbling world would kill them, if she ran through the tear, the zealots would kill them either way they were dead.
She carried Lirian with a heavy heart and ran towards the tear as she stepped through the tear a jolting force pushed her forward, causing her to stumble as she crashed into the ground, but she held onto Lirian tightly not allowing him to leave her arms.
"J-just stay close to me and w-w-we'll be safe," Lirian muttered weakly, but his words did nothing to reassure Edith as tears began to drip down her face and sprinkle on Lirian, "Just a f-f-few seconds and I-I'll get us out of here," he muttered as he pushed his mind into the throne world and began to activate the geneses world manually.
Snot and tears poured down Edith's face as she looked at Lirian, she still believed that he was delirious and it hurt more than anything for her to see him like this, she didn't want him to die like this, after everything he had done to die against an opponent that he didn't even have a chance against it was too unfair.
She turned to look at the zealot with anger in her eye's but she didn't bother saying anything, nothing she said would change anything.
"If you want to blame someone for this blame your boyfriend for being to weak," Number 1 said to Edith another blade of ice formed in her hand, this one was just the size of a dagger and it hovered over her finger, with a flick of her finger it darted towards Lirian.
To Edith it was like the entire world had slowed down as she saw that dagger racing towards Lirian, "I'm sorry," she muttered to Lirian cupping his face gently, then she shoved him behind herself and used her body as a shield.
Putt.
The ice dagger sunk into her back and she felt the cold rush into her body, but she showed no sign of pain on her face, only a final beautiful smile remained that was oddly happy.
Her frozen gaze was lock on Lirian because she saw a sight that Lirian usually covered up in her last moment.
The blindfold came off and she she saw those wonderous eyes one final time.
---
In a place hidden.
In a place lost.
In a placed that never existed to begin with.
A pair of sapphire blue eyes stopped peering through the crack in reality and turned her eyes onto the silver eyed man whose eyes shed crystal like tears none stop.
She glanced at her shadow like body which began to wither away and drift like smoke in the wind, "I don't regret my decision in the slightest," she said with a smile while looking at the silver eyed man.
She directed her next words at the purple-eyed woman, "You know I never really liked you," she said, ", and I know that you never liked me, but thank you for taking care of him with me all this time," she bowed slightly to the purple eyed woman.
"Humph," the purple eyed woman snorted coldly, "Stop thanking me, it's not like I'm doing this for you," she said turning to face the silver eyed man.
"You're so lucky," she muttered enviously, "This version of you still got to meet him and you loved each other, but I'll be lucky if he even meets me this time around, I'll be even luckier if we aren't enemies."
As she spoke the purple eyed woman looked in another direction, her eyes looked beyond the stars and galaxies, breaking through the limits of the various universe's and into the void where her gaze landed on an entirely different plain.
The blue-eyed woman followed her gaze with a bit of sympathy in her eyes, "I managed to force my existence to interact with him, with how different this reality is the me of this reality should have never been able to interact with him, but I managed to force our meeting, maybe you can do the same if the opportunity presents itself."
"I don't need your sympathy," the purple-eyed woman snapped back, she considered the possibility so many times that she felt like she would go mad, but even if she could force their meeting, she couldn't temper with the emotions of the her in this reality.
Based on where she came from it was unlikely that things would go as she hoped.
The blue-eyed woman showed no anger at the woman's words, she understood her pain more than anyone.
"I'm just saying who knows what fate has written for us all, and besides," she turned to peer back at Lirian, "Samsara has always been a peculiar one, no matter what happens I'm sure he'll surprise us," she said her voice laced with intimacy as her body continued to fade away.
To that the purple eyed woman gave a nod, there was no arguing with that point.
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Mallark spun his black whip of death, as it hit the ground and trees in the surroundings there was not a sound from the impacts, as everything it touched got sucked in faster than a person could blink.
Barely a second passed before the area Mallark was standing on resembled a small island in the middle of a gigantic crater, everything in his surroundings was sucked into the black whip.
Number one looked on coldly and began to emit a chilly aura dropping the temperature by a thousand degrees, but as she faced Mallark she realised that it was having absolutely no effect on him.
Her gaze turned back to the whip as she realised that it held more than just spatial, suction and compression laws, those three all synergized extremely well together, but from what she could tell there was some sort of law imbued into it that negated all external temperature fluctuations.
Mallark flew closer to his opponents but he kept a distance of a dozen yards as he snapped his whip, as it lashed out the zealots all fled backwards, they had seen just how deadly the whip was, so they dared not face it head on.
But as they darted back they noticed tiny pellets being shot from the whip with enough power to put even meteors to shame.
Mallark released everything he gathered from sucking up the trees and earth, in a mad flurry, over a thousand pellets of compressed matter streaked across the land, the pellets might have been tiny in size but they each weighed 100's of tons as they were propelled.
Mallark breathed heavily as watched the pellets rip the ground apart and force the zealots to scatter, but just as he began to move he noticed that the leader of the group vanished from his sense's.
He knew that there was no way his attack could have done in any of them, it was just an attack to pressure them and push them apart, and from the group the only one he found that seemed to have the power to resist him was the leader.
Mallark didn't have time to think about it so while increasing the number of detection barriers around himself he chased after the saint he injured earlier.
While the saint lost an arm, he was still a seventh grade saint, if the saint managed to find a single opening to close the distance on him he didn't have the ability to dodge it again like last time, and if he received another wound, Mallark doubted his ability to suppress three wounds while maintaining the whip.
As things stood he was having trouble to supress the laws that were clawing into him from earlier, as he got closer to the saint Mallark snapped the whip on to the ground sucking in the earth from a thousand feet deep and shot it at the saint in numerous pellets.
The saint brandished his sword and fired of waves of energy at the pellets but they were two small and numerous for him to accurately attack them.
As his attacks hit the pellets they released waves of energy and burst like bubbles, knocked into the other pellets and knocking them of course, seeing that he was no longer able to predict the course of the pellets, the saint shot up into the sky as he witnessed the forest get devasted beneath him.
As he reached the sky his senses shot danger warnings to him, as he glanced around he found the black whip just a hairs breath away from his body.
"Far to inexperienced," Mallark mocked the zealot for falling into his trap, and just as he was about to land and his strike he pulled back as the sensation of impending death washed over him.
He looked around while using a special observational technique in his eyes, it was only then that he saw what was coming at him but it was too late.
Surging waves of frost laws overwhelmed the whips ability to negate the temperature fluctuations and Mallark felt his body freeze up for only a second but that was all it took for an attack to strike him.
Mallark cursed at his incompetence, the reason he was unable to detect anything was because Number 1 hid her presence behind shadow laws and used the shadow to hide her attack, the shadow removed all it's energy fluctuations and allowed Number 1 to attack him freely without him suspecting a thing.
Mallark froze in place and what he saw was Number 1 appearing in front of him with an ice-blue sword in her hands.
Mallark recognised the sword to be one formed from a spell, and a trace of fear entered his eyes as the sword came at him, if it were to impale his body he knew that he'd turn into a block of ice instantly.
But it was to late as the blade pushed its way through his spatial armour and Number 1 buried it in his chest.
Mallark's eyes opened wide in disbelief as he felt the cold take him, his body went still and he fell from the air as his body hit the scarred earth it shattered into fine shards of ice.
---
"NOOO!" Edith shouted as she watched everything happen from inside the spatial world, she didn't want to believe it but the world she was in began to crumble on itself, it was clear to her from that, that Mallark had truly died.
Edith grabbed Lirian in her arms and started to run, she could see tears appearing in the spatial world revealing the outside world.
A discouraged look appeared on her face as she looked through the tears, if she stayed there the crumbling world would kill them, if she ran through the tear, the zealots would kill them either way they were dead.
She carried Lirian with a heavy heart and ran towards the tear as she stepped through the tear a jolting force pushed her forward, causing her to stumble as she crashed into the ground, but she held onto Lirian tightly not allowing him to leave her arms.
"J-just stay close to me and w-w-we'll be safe," Lirian muttered weakly, but his words did nothing to reassure Edith as tears began to drip down her face and sprinkle on Lirian, "Just a f-f-few seconds and I-I'll get us out of here," he muttered as he pushed his mind into the throne world and began to activate the geneses world manually.
Snot and tears poured down Edith's face as she looked at Lirian, she still believed that he was delirious and it hurt more than anything for her to see him like this, she didn't want him to die like this, after everything he had done to die against an opponent that he didn't even have a chance against it was too unfair.
She turned to look at the zealot with anger in her eye's but she didn't bother saying anything, nothing she said would change anything.
"If you want to blame someone for this blame your boyfriend for being to weak," Number 1 said to Edith another blade of ice formed in her hand, this one was just the size of a dagger and it hovered over her finger, with a flick of her finger it darted towards Lirian.
To Edith it was like the entire world had slowed down as she saw that dagger racing towards Lirian, "I'm sorry," she muttered to Lirian cupping his face gently, then she shoved him behind herself and used her body as a shield.
Putt.
The ice dagger sunk into her back and she felt the cold rush into her body, but she showed no sign of pain on her face, only a final beautiful smile remained that was oddly happy.
Her frozen gaze was lock on Lirian because she saw a sight that Lirian usually covered up in her last moment.
The blindfold came off and she she saw those wonderous eyes one final time.
---
In a place hidden.
In a place lost.
In a placed that never existed to begin with.
A pair of sapphire blue eyes stopped peering through the crack in reality and turned her eyes onto the silver eyed man whose eyes shed crystal like tears none stop.
She glanced at her shadow like body which began to wither away and drift like smoke in the wind, "I don't regret my decision in the slightest," she said with a smile while looking at the silver eyed man.
She directed her next words at the purple-eyed woman, "You know I never really liked you," she said, ", and I know that you never liked me, but thank you for taking care of him with me all this time," she bowed slightly to the purple eyed woman.
"Humph," the purple eyed woman snorted coldly, "Stop thanking me, it's not like I'm doing this for you," she said turning to face the silver eyed man.
"You're so lucky," she muttered enviously, "This version of you still got to meet him and you loved each other, but I'll be lucky if he even meets me this time around, I'll be even luckier if we aren't enemies."
As she spoke the purple eyed woman looked in another direction, her eyes looked beyond the stars and galaxies, breaking through the limits of the various universe's and into the void where her gaze landed on an entirely different plain.
The blue-eyed woman followed her gaze with a bit of sympathy in her eyes, "I managed to force my existence to interact with him, with how different this reality is the me of this reality should have never been able to interact with him, but I managed to force our meeting, maybe you can do the same if the opportunity presents itself."
"I don't need your sympathy," the purple-eyed woman snapped back, she considered the possibility so many times that she felt like she would go mad, but even if she could force their meeting, she couldn't temper with the emotions of the her in this reality.
Based on where she came from it was unlikely that things would go as she hoped.
The blue-eyed woman showed no anger at the woman's words, she understood her pain more than anyone.
"I'm just saying who knows what fate has written for us all, and besides," she turned to peer back at Lirian, "Samsara has always been a peculiar one, no matter what happens I'm sure he'll surprise us," she said her voice laced with intimacy as her body continued to fade away.
To that the purple eyed woman gave a nod, there was no arguing with that point.
Mallark spun his black whip of death, as it hit the ground and trees in the surroundings there was not a sound from the impacts, as everything it touched got sucked in faster than a person could blink. Barely a second passed before the area Mallark was standing on resembled a small island in the middle of a gigantic crater, everything in his surroundings was sucked into the black whip. Number one looked on coldly and began to emit a chilly aura dropping the temperature by a thousand degrees, but as she faced Mallark she realised that it was having absolutely no effect on him. Her gaze turned back to the whip as she realised that it held more than just spatial, suction and compression laws, those three all synergized extremely well together, but from what she could tell there was some sort of law imbued into it that negated all external temperature fluctuations. Mallark flew closer to his opponents but he kept a distance of a dozen yards as he snapped his whip, as it lashed out the zealots all fled backwards, they had seen just how deadly the whip was, so they dared not face it head on. But as they darted back they noticed tiny pellets being shot from the whip with enough power to put even meteors to shame. Mallark released everything he gathered from sucking up the trees and earth, in a mad flurry, over a thousand pellets of compressed matter streaked across the land, the pellets might have been tiny in size but they each weighed 100's of tons as they were propelled. Mallark breathed heavily as watched the pellets rip the ground apart and force the zealots to scatter, but just as he began to move he noticed that the leader of the group vanished from his sense's. He knew that there was no way his attack could have done in any of them, it was just an attack to pressure them and push them apart, and from the group the only one he found that seemed to have the power to resist him was the leader. Mallark didn't have time to think about it so while increasing the number of detection barriers around himself he chased after the saint he injured earlier. While the saint lost an arm, he was still a seventh grade saint, if the saint managed to find a single opening to close the distance on him he didn't have the ability to dodge it again like last time, and if he received another wound, Mallark doubted his ability to suppress three wounds while maintaining the whip. As things stood he was having trouble to supress the laws that were clawing into him from earlier, as he got closer to the saint Mallark snapped the whip on to the ground sucking in the earth from a thousand feet deep and shot it at the saint in numerous pellets. The saint brandished his sword and fired of waves of energy at the pellets but they were two small and numerous for him to accurately attack them. As his attacks hit the pellets they released waves of energy and burst like bubbles, knocked into the other pellets and knocking them of course, seeing that he was no longer able to predict the course of the pellets, the saint shot up into the sky as he witnessed the forest get devasted beneath him. As he reached the sky his senses shot danger warnings to him, as he glanced around he found the black whip just a hairs breath away from his body. "Far to inexperienced," Mallark mocked the zealot for falling into his trap, and just as he was about to land and his strike he pulled back as the sensation of impending death washed over him. He looked around while using a special observational technique in his eyes, it was only then that he saw what was coming at him but it was too late. Surging waves of frost laws overwhelmed the whips ability to negate the temperature fluctuations and Mallark felt his body freeze up for only a second but that was all it took for an attack to strike him. Mallark cursed at his incompetence, the reason he was unable to detect anything was because Number 1 hid her presence behind shadow laws and used the shadow to hide her attack, the shadow removed all it's energy fluctuations and allowed Number 1 to attack him freely without him suspecting a thing. Mallark froze in place and what he saw was Number 1 appearing in front of him with an ice-blue sword in her hands. Mallark recognised the sword to be one formed from a spell, and a trace of fear entered his eyes as the sword came at him, if it were to impale his body he knew that he'd turn into a block of ice instantly. But it was to late as the blade pushed its way through his spatial armour and Number 1 buried it in his chest. Mallark's eyes opened wide in disbelief as he felt the cold take him, his body went still and he fell from the air as his body hit the scarred earth it shattered into fine shards of ice. --- "NOOO!" Edith shouted as she watched everything happen from inside the spatial world, she didn't want to believe it but the world she was in began to crumble on itself, it was clear to her from that, that Mallark had truly died. Edith grabbed Lirian in her arms and started to run, she could see tears appearing in the spatial world revealing the outside world. A discouraged look appeared on her face as she looked through the tears, if she stayed there the crumbling world would kill them, if she ran through the tear, the zealots would kill them either way they were dead. She carried Lirian with a heavy heart and ran towards the tear as she stepped through the tear a jolting force pushed her forward, causing her to stumble as she crashed into the ground, but she held onto Lirian tightly not allowing him to leave her arms. "J-just stay close to me and w-w-we'll be safe," Lirian muttered weakly, but his words did nothing to reassure Edith as tears began to drip down her face and sprinkle on Lirian, "Just a f-f-few seconds and I-I'll get us out of here," he muttered as he pushed his mind into the throne world and began to activate the geneses world manually. Snot and tears poured down Edith's face as she looked at Lirian, she still believed that he was delirious and it hurt more than anything for her to see him like this, she didn't want him to die like this, after everything he had done to die against an opponent that he didn't even have a chance against it was too unfair. She turned to look at the zealot with anger in her eye's but she didn't bother saying anything, nothing she said would change anything. "If you want to blame someone for this blame your boyfriend for being to weak," Number 1 said to Edith another blade of ice formed in her hand, this one was just the size of a dagger and it hovered over her finger, with a flick of her finger it darted towards Lirian. To Edith it was like the entire world had slowed down as she saw that dagger racing towards Lirian, "I'm sorry," she muttered to Lirian cupping his face gently, then she shoved him behind herself and used her body as a shield. Putt. The ice dagger sunk into her back and she felt the cold rush into her body, but she showed no sign of pain on her face, only a final beautiful smile remained that was oddly happy. Her frozen gaze was lock on Lirian because she saw a sight that Lirian usually covered up in her last moment. The blindfold came off and she she saw those wonderous eyes one final time. --- In a place hidden. In a place lost. In a placed that never existed to begin with. A pair of sapphire blue eyes stopped peering through the crack in reality and turned her eyes onto the silver eyed man whose eyes shed crystal like tears none stop. She glanced at her shadow like body which began to wither away and drift like smoke in the wind, "I don't regret my decision in the slightest," she said with a smile while looking at the silver eyed man. She directed her next words at the purple-eyed woman, "You know I never really liked you," she said, ", and I know that you never liked me, but thank you for taking care of him with me all this time," she bowed slightly to the purple eyed woman. "Humph," the purple eyed woman snorted coldly, "Stop thanking me, it's not like I'm doing this for you," she said turning to face the silver eyed man. "You're so lucky," she muttered enviously, "This version of you still got to meet him and you loved each other, but I'll be lucky if he even meets me this time around, I'll be even luckier if we aren't enemies." As she spoke the purple eyed woman looked in another direction, her eyes looked beyond the stars and galaxies, breaking through the limits of the various universe's and into the void where her gaze landed on an entirely different plain. The blue-eyed woman followed her gaze with a bit of sympathy in her eyes, "I managed to force my existence to interact with him, with how different this reality is the me of this reality should have never been able to interact with him, but I managed to force our meeting, maybe you can do the same if the opportunity presents itself." "I don't need your sympathy," the purple-eyed woman snapped back, she considered the possibility so many times that she felt like she would go mad, but even if she could force their meeting, she couldn't temper with the emotions of the her in this reality. Based on where she came from it was unlikely that things would go as she hoped. The blue-eyed woman showed no anger at the woman's words, she understood her pain more than anyone. "I'm just saying who knows what fate has written for us all, and besides," she turned to peer back at Lirian, "Samsara has always been a peculiar one, no matter what happens I'm sure he'll surprise us," she said her voice laced with intimacy as her body continued to fade away. To that the purple eyed woman gave a nod, there was no arguing with that point.
