ACT VI
THE AGE OF UNDEAD
Hans turned back, he'd have like how cool Delimira was looking in the blue scales and how Chris was maintaining his aura grade 60, but he couldn't. The sheer flick of his father, now Death king had left him with one obvious thought. "I can't do shit to him." His breath quickened, and his heart raced as he tried to make sense of the horrifying sight before him. The fear that gripped him was overwhelming, and his body trembled involuntarily. He felt paralysed, trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake
“We can’t beat him, gramps,” Hans realised his thoughts. His confidence was brought down just by a flick. He had criticised Walter in his thoughts before, but now understood his professor’s predicament.
The Death king stretched his hand made of aura, his right, and called forth, “Solaris.” A small portal, opened near his hand, a hit of sword peeking through it. He gripped the hilt and pulled it out. The milky texture of the sword, glinting in the dark.
“Now what’s that?” Hans asked.
“Solaris,” Arat answered.
“Yeah, I heard it too, old man. I asked what it Solaris?”
“It's just a sharp sword—”
“So no surprises of any hidden power, right?” Hans asked, only to be halted by the creepy smile of the Death King. His sinister grin and empty eyes fixed on Hans with a haunting intensity.“Man, I'm not going to smile again, ever. I look that creepy when I grin,” Hans muttered. “NO, Get a hold of yourself, idiot… It's not the time to joke around. I have to INGRESS Gramps and these two idiots." He glanced at his two friends behind. "Focus.”
He had a habit of joke around in tense situation but this time he wanted to remain calm. The thought brought back some senses in him. “I know you are strong.” Hans said, glaring right at Samson’s hollow eyes, “But I’m not some average crazy bastard you know.”
~VoidZone~
The red hue cast, covered the whole dome of ice, restricting the flow of mana altogether. It would have been a disadvantage to his side, but if he had to restrict a single individual, then he could turn the VoidZone targeting him.
The red hue shrunk, darkening, and turning a thin veil surrounding Samson. He rose to his feet, his posture changing from submission to confidence. He voiced, “What the hell are you idiots waiting for, attack, or do you want me to do everything here.”
The ever-increasing aura of Samson began to halt as Hans stopped the surrounding mana to move and in result, brought the loud thumps to silence. While the people fighting Samson till now find their ever-increasing hurdle lowering, they didn’t like the way Hans had addressed them, but none retorted. Limiting Samson’s unlimited aura was already a great help.
“Drag him down the ground,” Norwin ordered.
“Tsk.” Hans clicked his tongue, and with a gesture, he brought down Samson to the ground.
Rudolf almost recovered his strength, the lightning crackling around him as he began to use his Skill: Surge, not the imitated one that Chris used, but the pure original one, attaining a flashing speed. He struck Samson, but the Death king blocked it efficiently. “Fascinating,” he murmured, not because of Rudolf, but at the boy who stopped his aura generation. He looked past Rudolf, his green-lit eyes tracking Hans.
“You better look in here, boy,” Rudolf shouted, activating another skill that Chris had showcased before. Crescent Moon Strike, a concentrated charged lightning arc, horizontally travelling ahead of him. It was not enough to give damage to an undead like Samson, who revived even after tasting Astrape. But the hidden feature of his skill was blocking the motor system of his victim. And undead, who didn’t feel any pain was no exception to it either.
“Move Rudolf,” Norwin shouted as he cleaved Faith, the vertical slash, aiming at Samson’s head.
“ParticleDistortion.” The Death king spoke, jolting himself back with sudden movement. He couldn’t move his limbs freely because of the stunned effect, but this skill allowed him to control his body through wind aura.
With a quick push, he used it again in a flash. “ParticleDistortion.” This time he propelled himself above Norwin, his body spinning, his sword moving in a circle, filled with a sharp aura, tearing the air itself and fell on Norwin’s neck with ultimate precision. “Zzzing,” only to halt for a moment before it reached Norwin’s neck. His green eyes tracked Hans, who was gasping.
“Man, he is fast,” Hans said, supporting his stretched hand with another.
The sudden pause gave a perfect chance for Norwin to not only get put out of there, but also impale Samson with Faith. “This is our chance.” Norwin shouted aloud, “Get his ass before that brat(Hans) ran out of juice.” Eleanor and Kansas jumped in, the only way for them to succeed was to incapacitate Samson and bring him to Reina where ironically she could kill him for the second time.
The battle of one vs all ensued. In the tumultuous clash of elements and knightly powers, Samson, the Death King, still emerged as the overpowering force. His swift movement and mastery over his tempestuous aura were a preamble of how tough this battle was going to be for the other side.
The bolts of lightning crackled around Rudolf and torrents of water surged around Kansas, yet they found themselves thwarted at every turn by Samson's swift and evasive tactics. Norwin, the most powerful of them all, unleashed his icy wrath, freezing the battleground, but Samson's agility allowed him to dance through the frosty onslaught unscathed, and it was still when Hans was restricting his movements, aiding his side to avoid death by a hair's breadth.
The second-ranked, Elf king was faring no better. As the wielder of the same aura, he managed to match Samson’s quick speed but the manoeuvring techniques that Samson used were not possible for any alive, as he didn’t even flinch breaking his own limbs to avoid receiving any attack and healed the next moment.
As none managed to deal any damage to him after Norwin. He toyed with them again and again. Even Dijkstra the quickest one and Bernard the analyser, jumping on the battlefield had no significant difference. Samson was on top of his game, but he also failed to give any significant damage to his foes either, all thanks to Hans, giving them a moment to avoid his sword.
The Death king’s sword fell again on Rudolf’s neck but as he felt the restriction of VoidZone grasping his hand, he shifted his medium. With an explosive force and precision, his one leg high into the air, bringing his knee toward their chest. Then extended it forward, driving the sole of the foot to Rudolf’s chest with incredible force.
“Unimpressed,” he stated in his hollow voice. “Now, it's my turn.”
He unleashed his windswept assaults upon others, and the very air around him crackled with energy. Everyone there could feel the force of nature itself bearing down upon them. “What is this?” Hans questioned as he felt the pressure pushing him down.
“That is him being serious,” Arat responded, looking at the marvel which he always enjoyed, but never in his life he wanted to face it. He advised Hans, “You need to be on your A game, here prince. Or else, everyone there dies.” Hans focused, all his concentration on Samson and saw him moving.
Samson's hand sweep, a mighty movement which conjured a tempestuous force, its raging winds lifting his adversaries off their feet and tossing them about like leaves in a storm. They struggled to maintain their balance, their defences shattered by the sheer force of the gale, only Eleanor survived as his sword kept clashing with Samson. But with the same fashion that he sent Rudolf down, he repeated it on Eleanor.
“Shit! He found my pattern, ” Hans murmured, prompting Arat to ask what was he mumbling about so he answered, “I only have so little restriction on him and it taxes me every time I use it stop him only when it seems like killing move. So he is mixing non-lethal and lethal attacks to drain me out.”
Arat mumbled, “What kind of undead uses his head?” Arat questioned himself, looking at Samson’s sword keeping everyone on their toes, “He is tiring them out—”
“So you noticed too?” Hans questioned, reasoning, “He is undead so he already has infinite stamina but not them. Even if they hold grade 90 aura, they will eventually get tired. It's just a matter of time.”
“That’s why I’m baffled, what kind of undead use his head… there is another attack coming, get ready my prince.” Arat warned.
Hans focused again, tightening his grasp on Samson. However, the green eyes stared him, finally garnering his interest, “You are getting annoying, fly” his voice warned, sending a feeling of terror in Hans's core. With the perfect opportunity of Hans's unfocussed state, he channelled the power of the zephyrs, creating razor-sharp gusts that sliced through the air with precision. These cutting winds lashed out at his foes, slicing through the icy armour that Norwin had constructed to shield them. Those unfortunate enough to be caught in their path specifically Kansas, were left battered and bruised.
But Samson's ultimate attack was yet to come. With a focused surge of his aura, he summoned a colossal cyclone, “WindCalamity,” he called. A swirling vortex of wind and energy that engulfed his enemies. Within its relentless grasp, they were spun around uncontrollably, disoriented and helpless. But that was not all, filled with the razor-sharp aura, it was similar to Hans’s own ManaStorm. Giving the injuries with microscopic precision.
The force of the cyclone grew stronger with each passing moment, in the eye of the storm, stood Samson, with his eery green eyes. Finally, the cyclone’s ever-expanding width reached Hans. It came crushing all resistance in its path.
“Phew…” He took a look behind, there were a lot of people he cared about, “Grandpa, I know, it's not my stage yet. But I can’t just sit now.” He stood, he was scared and most of all his inside was telling him to not to attack him But a force akin of his ManaStorm was coming to greet him , “No!" He resolved "You are not my father but an enemy, aiming at the very thing I care about.”
“One, two…three..ugh” Hans grunted. Shouting,
~Three-step ManaStorm~
The ravaging cyclone met its match as the torrential pure mana of nature clashed with it, penetrating the roaring winds, and propelling the tense mana strands at Samson. Giving him numerous tears on his necrotic skin.
“Interesting.” The Death king mused, “I accept, you are not just an average crazy bastard. Now you have my undivided attention mage.”
ACT VI
THE AGE OF UNDEAD
Hans turned back, he'd have like how cool Delimira was looking in the blue scales and how Chris was maintaining his aura grade 60, but he couldn't. The sheer flick of his father, now Death king had left him with one obvious thought. "I can't do shit to him." His breath quickened, and his heart raced as he tried to make sense of the horrifying sight before him. The fear that gripped him was overwhelming, and his body trembled involuntarily. He felt paralysed, trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake
“We can’t beat him, gramps,” Hans realised his thoughts. His confidence was brought down just by a flick. He had criticised Walter in his thoughts before, but now understood his professor’s predicament.
The Death king stretched his hand made of aura, his right, and called forth, “Solaris.” A small portal, opened near his hand, a hit of sword peeking through it. He gripped the hilt and pulled it out. The milky texture of the sword, glinting in the dark.
“Now what’s that?” Hans asked.
“Solaris,” Arat answered.
“Yeah, I heard it too, old man. I asked what it Solaris?”
“It's just a sharp sword—”
“So no surprises of any hidden power, right?” Hans asked, only to be halted by the creepy smile of the Death King. His sinister grin and empty eyes fixed on Hans with a haunting intensity.“Man, I'm not going to smile again, ever. I look that creepy when I grin,” Hans muttered. “NO, Get a hold of yourself, idiot… It's not the time to joke around. I have to INGRESS Gramps and these two idiots." He glanced at his two friends behind. "Focus.”
He had a habit of joke around in tense situation but this time he wanted to remain calm. The thought brought back some senses in him. “I know you are strong.” Hans said, glaring right at Samson’s hollow eyes, “But I’m not some average crazy bastard you know.”
~VoidZone~
The red hue cast, covered the whole dome of ice, restricting the flow of mana altogether. It would have been a disadvantage to his side, but if he had to restrict a single individual, then he could turn the VoidZone targeting him.
The red hue shrunk, darkening, and turning a thin veil surrounding Samson. He rose to his feet, his posture changing from submission to confidence. He voiced, “What the hell are you idiots waiting for, attack, or do you want me to do everything here.”
The ever-increasing aura of Samson began to halt as Hans stopped the surrounding mana to move and in result, brought the loud thumps to silence. While the people fighting Samson till now find their ever-increasing hurdle lowering, they didn’t like the way Hans had addressed them, but none retorted. Limiting Samson’s unlimited aura was already a great help.
“Drag him down the ground,” Norwin ordered.
“Tsk.” Hans clicked his tongue, and with a gesture, he brought down Samson to the ground.
Rudolf almost recovered his strength, the lightning crackling around him as he began to use his Skill: Surge, not the imitated one that Chris used, but the pure original one, attaining a flashing speed. He struck Samson, but the Death king blocked it efficiently. “Fascinating,” he murmured, not because of Rudolf, but at the boy who stopped his aura generation. He looked past Rudolf, his green-lit eyes tracking Hans.
“You better look in here, boy,” Rudolf shouted, activating another skill that Chris had showcased before. Crescent Moon Strike, a concentrated charged lightning arc, horizontally travelling ahead of him. It was not enough to give damage to an undead like Samson, who revived even after tasting Astrape. But the hidden feature of his skill was blocking the motor system of his victim. And undead, who didn’t feel any pain was no exception to it either.
“Move Rudolf,” Norwin shouted as he cleaved Faith, the vertical slash, aiming at Samson’s head.
“ParticleDistortion.” The Death king spoke, jolting himself back with sudden movement. He couldn’t move his limbs freely because of the stunned effect, but this skill allowed him to control his body through wind aura.
With a quick push, he used it again in a flash. “ParticleDistortion.” This time he propelled himself above Norwin, his body spinning, his sword moving in a circle, filled with a sharp aura, tearing the air itself and fell on Norwin’s neck with ultimate precision. “Zzzing,” only to halt for a moment before it reached Norwin’s neck. His green eyes tracked Hans, who was gasping.
“Man, he is fast,” Hans said, supporting his stretched hand with another.
The sudden pause gave a perfect chance for Norwin to not only get put out of there, but also impale Samson with Faith. “This is our chance.” Norwin shouted aloud, “Get his ass before that brat(Hans) ran out of juice.” Eleanor and Kansas jumped in, the only way for them to succeed was to incapacitate Samson and bring him to Reina where ironically she could kill him for the second time.
The battle of one vs all ensued. In the tumultuous clash of elements and knightly powers, Samson, the Death King, still emerged as the overpowering force. His swift movement and mastery over his tempestuous aura were a preamble of how tough this battle was going to be for the other side.
The bolts of lightning crackled around Rudolf and torrents of water surged around Kansas, yet they found themselves thwarted at every turn by Samson's swift and evasive tactics. Norwin, the most powerful of them all, unleashed his icy wrath, freezing the battleground, but Samson's agility allowed him to dance through the frosty onslaught unscathed, and it was still when Hans was restricting his movements, aiding his side to avoid death by a hair's breadth.
The second-ranked, Elf king was faring no better. As the wielder of the same aura, he managed to match Samson’s quick speed but the manoeuvring techniques that Samson used were not possible for any alive, as he didn’t even flinch breaking his own limbs to avoid receiving any attack and healed the next moment.
As none managed to deal any damage to him after Norwin. He toyed with them again and again. Even Dijkstra the quickest one and Bernard the analyser, jumping on the battlefield had no significant difference. Samson was on top of his game, but he also failed to give any significant damage to his foes either, all thanks to Hans, giving them a moment to avoid his sword.
The Death king’s sword fell again on Rudolf’s neck but as he felt the restriction of VoidZone grasping his hand, he shifted his medium. With an explosive force and precision, his one leg high into the air, bringing his knee toward their chest. Then extended it forward, driving the sole of the foot to Rudolf’s chest with incredible force.
“Unimpressed,” he stated in his hollow voice. “Now, it's my turn.”
He unleashed his windswept assaults upon others, and the very air around him crackled with energy. Everyone there could feel the force of nature itself bearing down upon them. “What is this?” Hans questioned as he felt the pressure pushing him down.
“That is him being serious,” Arat responded, looking at the marvel which he always enjoyed, but never in his life he wanted to face it. He advised Hans, “You need to be on your A game, here prince. Or else, everyone there dies.” Hans focused, all his concentration on Samson and saw him moving.
Samson's hand sweep, a mighty movement which conjured a tempestuous force, its raging winds lifting his adversaries off their feet and tossing them about like leaves in a storm. They struggled to maintain their balance, their defences shattered by the sheer force of the gale, only Eleanor survived as his sword kept clashing with Samson. But with the same fashion that he sent Rudolf down, he repeated it on Eleanor.
“Shit! He found my pattern, ” Hans murmured, prompting Arat to ask what was he mumbling about so he answered, “I only have so little restriction on him and it taxes me every time I use it stop him only when it seems like killing move. So he is mixing non-lethal and lethal attacks to drain me out.”
Arat mumbled, “What kind of undead uses his head?” Arat questioned himself, looking at Samson’s sword keeping everyone on their toes, “He is tiring them out—”
“So you noticed too?” Hans questioned, reasoning, “He is undead so he already has infinite stamina but not them. Even if they hold grade 90 aura, they will eventually get tired. It's just a matter of time.”
“That’s why I’m baffled, what kind of undead use his head… there is another attack coming, get ready my prince.” Arat warned.
Hans focused again, tightening his grasp on Samson. However, the green eyes stared him, finally garnering his interest, “You are getting annoying, fly” his voice warned, sending a feeling of terror in Hans's core. With the perfect opportunity of Hans's unfocussed state, he channelled the power of the zephyrs, creating razor-sharp gusts that sliced through the air with precision. These cutting winds lashed out at his foes, slicing through the icy armour that Norwin had constructed to shield them. Those unfortunate enough to be caught in their path specifically Kansas, were left battered and bruised.
But Samson's ultimate attack was yet to come. With a focused surge of his aura, he summoned a colossal cyclone, “WindCalamity,” he called. A swirling vortex of wind and energy that engulfed his enemies. Within its relentless grasp, they were spun around uncontrollably, disoriented and helpless. But that was not all, filled with the razor-sharp aura, it was similar to Hans’s own ManaStorm. Giving the injuries with microscopic precision.
The force of the cyclone grew stronger with each passing moment, in the eye of the storm, stood Samson, with his eery green eyes. Finally, the cyclone’s ever-expanding width reached Hans. It came crushing all resistance in its path.
“Phew…” He took a look behind, there were a lot of people he cared about, “Grandpa, I know, it's not my stage yet. But I can’t just sit now.” He stood, he was scared and most of all his inside was telling him to not to attack him But a force akin of his ManaStorm was coming to greet him , “No!" He resolved "You are not my father but an enemy, aiming at the very thing I care about.”
“One, two…three..ugh” Hans grunted. Shouting,
~Three-step ManaStorm~
The ravaging cyclone met its match as the torrential pure mana of nature clashed with it, penetrating the roaring winds, and propelling the tense mana strands at Samson. Giving him numerous tears on his necrotic skin.
“Interesting.” The Death king mused, “I accept, you are not just an average crazy bastard. Now you have my undivided attention mage.”
