Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Cor-Ellion’s power granted him the ability to be able to mask his attack in space.

This meant that his attacks were directly going at the target but they can not be seen or felt because there are in the fabric of space that weaves out the visible space, otherwise known as subspace. Not only can Cor-Ellion’s attack travel through sub space, he can also utilize the ability for himself causing himself to walk through space however he deems fit.

It was like the concept of flash step that is used by martial masters who have transcended the Epiphany of distance.

Raith’s slowly stood up, readying himself to go all out against his foe.

‘I will like to end this quickly and regroup with the others’

The thing was… Raith was too cocky.

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One angel held a blazing sword while the other was with a staff adorned with radiant crystals, a conduit for the vast celestial energies that coursed through him. 𝐨𝘃𝗹.

With a thunderous clash, the battle began. The ground trembled, and the skies themselves seemed to shudder.

The angels moved with the grace of a shooting star, almost uncatchable to the naked eye—actually, none of the heroes below could see what was going on what they could see were streaks that went to and fro and archons suffering damage.

The sword of angel Gazardiel sliced through the air with a melodic hum as he flew around the spear archon, who was lost and confused thanks to the fatigue of slumber he couldn’t bring out his power, after all, a large part of it was being utilized by heroes around the world.

This was why if they would even win this fight at all, the archons knew they needed to withdraw their dust from the land. But the moment that is done, everything will return to nothing. The crystal sure holds the foundation of the world but it needed a propagation and their dust was thay propagation that was amplified to keep everything in place. It was why even though they were awake, the world had not been destroyed like it was proposed.

“There is no choice. It has to be done!” The light archon screamed as the second angel strike him so hard that he fell on one knee.

The archons slowly closed their eyes and decided. It was sad but it had to be done.

“Looks like my brethren are wrapping things up in that place?” The angel in front of the fallen Balam said as he stared up and looked down at Balam.

Balam found it had, he had just been slapped by an angel he thought was friendly. Even though he was being so careful.

He slowly stood up and faced the angel.

“What was that?”

“I went easy on you. I had a second thought, it might come off as somewhat disgusting to be a protagonist you see.”

“Are you sick in the head?” At this point, Balam was just angry.

The angel had a straight face as Balam asked him that question. He pointed his hand forward but before he could shoot out the shimmering light in front of his finger, Balam swept his hand horizontally and a flurry of dark tendrils lashed out towards him. Causing him to speed back in order to avoid the fiendish aura—however, he darted forward immediately and unsheathed an invisible sword that only the hilt was seen in his hands.

WHAM!!!

The clash of the two reverberated through the whole surrounding.

“Oh oh. You are quite strong, I guess you are not some small demon uuh? How lucky of me to meet a strong demon just when I was getting bored and getting suicidal!!” The angel shouted with wide eyes, he was happy and madly happy.

Balam’s fiendish energy surged, but the angel’s divine light repelled the malevolence, creating a barrier of protection around him—he channeled his cosmic light energy, and his wings flared with divine power. He soared into the air, leaving a trail of starlight in his wake, and then dove towards Balam like a comet hurtling towards the earth.

WHAAAAAM

CRASSSH

Their clash was cataclysmic.

Each strike of the angel’s sword sent shockwaves that shattered the landscape, while Balam’s demonic attacks left deep fissures in the ground. The sky crackled with ethereal energy as their powers collided, neither one willing to yield an inch—it was amazing that Balam was managing to keep up even with how exhausted he was.

Balam’s body crackled with volcano streaks that grew on his body and glowed like a forest that was about to erupt, he let out a raging shout as he dispelled a torrent of hellfire that engulfed the surroundings.

But the angel smiled, “This is useless.” He said and soared higher with his celestial light dispelling the flames and casting a radiant glow upon the entire place.

With a powerful thrust of his sword, the angel pierced the air downwards, landing right into the rest of the hellfire, the impact of his collisions with Balam was so strong that everything was erased.

The cloud of dust slowly cleared and a frown could be seen on the angel’s face. According to his calculation of this attack, Balam’s heart should be pierced now but it was like someone was stopping his sword.

The dust cleared more and he could now see, a red hair man, slightly taller than Balam was blocking his invisible sword with a red sword.

‘He shouldn’t be able to see the sword path, how is he blocking my sword.’ That was what the angel thought.

His sword was invisible and to top that it doesn’t follow a logical sword path. This means that one cannot block his attacks based on the logical assumption of where the blade should be—he can be striking from one’s front and the blade slashing from behind, his sword didn’t follow the normal sword path.

But it was possible to see sword paths. There exist several martial arts masters who have activated the will of sword and furtherly sword paths—in this context, their sword chooses a path of execution, it is a factor of one’s sword will and it is a stage of transcendence that cannot be reached except one unlocks the will of his sword.