Capítulo 2: Let there be Carnage
"Creatures of Melos, your goddess is dead and you all have been chosen for great heights, to evolve and break the shackles your goddess has placed on you all, it's time to join the multiverse and level up." the being announced.
Suddenly, a purple energy wave swept through the planet, Finrod felt a chill, a wrongness creeping throughout his body as the wave went through him and then through all crooks and corners of the flat planet.
Then the spell was activated, the spell that would change all of Melos.
The wind pressure changed, violent breeze blew from all directions, some of those that saw this ran away as they were afraid and couldn't maintain their sanity for so long–such hardship was alien to them. The suns dimmed and it was dusk.
The ground shook again, a constant gentle tremble and then, large towers erupted from the ground all across Melos, one broke through their gathered houses and stood menacingly, the structure was pitch-black with no visible opening and it went so high–taller than the tallest trees they had ever seen.
Then purple rifts appeared, tears through space, this was a powerful spell on the caliber of the very gods, for one to fight the goddess and have enough magic to bring such havoc.
"Who's she?" Finrod questioned hoping for answers but he found none.
From the tears poured out creatures, ugly creatures with great malice. From the distance, Finrod could tell they were nothing but instruments of destruction.
Their red skin, fiery bodies and uncanny forms were terrifying. They flew about, some spitting flames and undoing what the goddess had graced, others biting on scared animals and feeding on them.
There, a thought ran across Finrod's mind, 'I have to survive, I have to live.'
He swiftly snapped out of his position of weakness and yelled at those that still prayed.
"Run for it, the goddess is dead. She won't save anyone!" He cried.
A few turned to him but then turned back, nobody heeded to his warning.
He looked back up, 'They're closing in.'
The demons were flying at them, he tightened his fists, he felt energy surged through him like he wasn't about to pass out earlier.
The dozens that came flew past him and went to the gathering, they picked up one then multiple till they all noticed and scrambled.
One landed in front of Finrod, his eyes were glued at it, he didn't dare look away.
The thing, the monster was all red, it was humanoid in shape with all the right limbs and head and it was quite fleshy with a large gut like a greedy aristocrat, it bore no clothes. It had large featherless wings, powerful ones that could bear its weight and two red rods jutted from its eyes like they were part of it.
It smiled, a white liquid leaked off its mouth–it was salivating.
Finrod tensed, if he turned and ran he was doomed, showing his back would be a grave mistake and so he stood in a staring contest with the demon slowly walking to him.
Meanwhile, the elves were getting picked up by other flying demons like how a bird of prey picks on its victim, wails filled the air, and in the midst of all this, a black cloud with a vague face zoomed in the air, it spotted the statue of Renaya and thought it suitable. It went into it, the statue's concrete eyes turned red and its head looked down to the three that still trembled beneath it unaware of the demon that their object of worship now contained.
It grinned exposing large teeth that appeared due to the occupation, its feet broke of the dais and it rumbled alerting the old elves that prayed, they looked at it and saw its wicked grin.
Cries escaped from them as the statue bared its teeth into one of them, its wing flapped and the other two's torsos slowly shifted to the side and fell, blood erupting from their lower half.
The statue bit well into its victim, consuming it when it spotted a younger elf resisting against one of them.
Finrod watched as the demon slowly crept forward, suddenly it took flight and zoomed at him, he had no time to react and his head was about to leave its body when an open hand struck its face sending it flying the opposite direction.
"He's mine."
Finrod slowly turned to look at who had said that, he already noticed the shadow over him–the large wings stretched to the sides looming over him.
The demon suddenly grabbed his turning neck. The veins on Finrod's head bulge, he was getting choked, he couldn't move.
In the act of desperation, he swung his hands with the last of his strength and a punch connected that pushed back the statue releasing him.
The demon statue looked at where it had been hit–there was no dent, no depression of any sort and then it raised its head to Finrod.
The helpless elf now had the eyes of a cornered animal, he was determined, blue energy gathered in his fist.
The statue demon zoomed forward lunging both its hands intending to press Finrod's head.
He saw this and fell to the ground avoiding the blow. It levitated and watched him hastily get up and then it smirked–it was amusing to see the weak struggle.
It flapped its wings again and zoomed straight forward, there was no complicated move, just a swipe to his head.
Finrod already had the luck to witness it move and stay alive, he wasn't going to fall victim to it again.
He ducked just like he had done previously, the demon knew he was going to do this and dove lower to catch him when Finrod swung both his hands up and the mana around his arm materialized into thick blades that went through the statue as it came at him cutting it apart using its momentum and avoiding its crash on him.
The demon wailed in its inflexible stony body, there were cracks–two cracks that ran from its torso to it's chest and from the cracks, a fiery energy began to seep away ultimately forming a red cloud above and then suddenly it swarmed into Finrod.
Regalos
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recibido Estado de energía semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Piedra de
Poder