Chapitre 40: The Fate of the Realm Sun [1]
POV: Statera Luotian
I could feel the stillness that fell upon the Four Realms the moment I spoke, all the way down to the mortals themselves. Everything stopped for a few moments, staring at me as I stood there, hands held behind my back, gazing neither coldly nor warmly at the "Enemy." The "Enemy" just stared at me for a few moments, jaw agape, before barking out a laugh. I frowned but said nothing, having guessed that it had something up its sleeve in order to combat me.
"So That One finally shows itself! It's about time! After playing so many cards, I was beginning to think you wouldn't show! But of course you would, you must test me, my conviction, so I can show you the Truth!" The "Enemy" laughed, eyes glittering with a crazed light. My frown only deepened. So it all was just to drag me out after all.
"What test?" I asked simply to confirm my own suspicions. Looking back, I realize that a presence very similar to the current "Enemy's" had been lurking in the Four Realms from the very beginning, hiding in the back of my mind almost, ever present but never really grabbing my attention.
"The test, of course! I must prove to you that I am correct, that these...Four Realms must be returned to the way you first imagined them to be! Back when the world was perfect! Just you, the souls, and the ever-present Void! No Four Realms, no physical forms, and no damned monstrosity in the sky!" The "Enemy" howled. I just shook my head. "I will show it to you, and when the world is back to its rightful form, you shall see!"
"You seriously misunderstand my role as an Origin Deity if you believe that. If you were actually able to destroy the Four Realms then I would be unfit to be its parent." I intoned dryly, taking my treasure out from behind my back and levelling it at the "Enemy." I was aware that all eyes turned towards the treasure I had created as I did so, not just the "Enemy." It was a sword, its long, thin blade purple in color, seeming to be made of a gas in the way its color moved and swirled about. Its dull grey crossguard was odd, shaped and sized like a small buckler, etchings smithed into the surface of the shield-shaped crossguard that no one but myself was able to look at for too long. In fact, more often than not, they would turn away if they saw it simply because they could not understand it. Sticking out from the very bottom of the shield, held in place by a gold-colored metal, was what appeared to be a paintbrush, each of the thousands of hairs a different, and different shade of, color.
"What is that?" The "Enemy" asked, its eyes narrowing warily. It obviously didn't know that I had this treasure, though I would be ashamed of myself if it did. I went to great lengths to hide it. Well, not really. I just hid in my palace. But the point still stands. "You would brandish a weapon at me?!" It snarled, knowing the significance of my actions. A parent brandishing a weapon at a child? A being such as myself, no less? That is nothing short of monumental...and terrifying. A cool smile graced my lips and I looked down at my treasure with a complicated gaze.
"Hmm. Well, I would hardly think of this as a weapon, in the typical sense of the term." I said slowly. "I could explain why, but...it would be easier to show you." The "Enemy's" eyes widened and it dove out of the way just as I appeared behind it, my sword swinging a casual arc. The "Enemy" could clearly sense what a danger my sword presented, and had barely managed to dodge. "Don't run. That's a pointless endeavour."
"Like I'd agree to that!" The "Enemy" howled, exploding forth with power as it overcame its fear and charged towards me. I just hummed and willed the balls of primordial chaos that floated behind me forwards, forming a cage that surrounded the "Enemy." It didn't hold it for long, but it held it for just enough time for me to dash forwards and swing, my sword cutting through its body with no resistance. The "Enemy's" eyes widened in fear...until my sword was rebounded with a resounding clang in the middle of the "Enemy." I frowned and stared hard at the "Enemy," just barely able to sense that which I had tried to cut.
"Hmm. That's quite the resiliant one. I'll have to try harder to sever it." I muttered to myself, watching as the "Enemy" broke out of its cage. I sighed again as the "Enemy" trembled, eyeing my treasure with utter terror. That is a natural reaction to feeling something that is normally not, however.
"WHAT IS THAT?!" It howled, taking a few steps backwards. I just smiled and shook my head, taking one step forwards and appearing in front of the "Enemy," slashing at it once again. However, just as before, my blade was repelled about halfway through the "Enemy's" body.
"It is a treasure I forged by pouring all of my enlightenment regarding a single subject into it. It is not my Deity Treasure, meaning not a treasure pertaining to Balance. See, this sword is special, as I'm sure you can guess." I said, punctuating each sentence by another sword swing. Slowly but surely the sword was making headway, slowly cutting the rest of the way through. "Instead of cutting through the physical, or even the spiritual for that matter, it severs something else entirely. It does not cut the flesh, and does not cause pain. It does not cut the soul and does not erase existances. This sword..." Another swing, but this time the sword cut all the way through without any resistance. The "Enemy" howled in dispair as it felt a connection to...something be severed completely. Very casually I raised the sword up in front of me, the shield blocking a fierce blowback, sending shivers down my body and making the treasure itself creak and groan. Luckily the connection hadn't been stronger, or else my treasure may have shattered. "...severs fate itself."
The Enemy howled and took a few steps away from me, eyes glittering with rage as it felt that connection utterly dissipate. "What did you do to me?!" It snarled, and I shrugged.
"I told you, this sword severs fate. The blade severs fate, the shield blocks the backlash and prevents it from reconnecting, and the paintbrush writes a new destiny. I just severed your connection to the Sun, and am currently keeping it from reforming. All that's left is to fill in the gap with something else." I said sagely, looking pridefully at my treasure. This is what I had been working towards, finding a way to rewrite what Fate had written. Although my success was limited, and the treasure had very obvious room for improvements and wouldn't be able to sever certain fates, the treasure would continue to increase in power as my insights into fate and Fate improved. For example, had the Four Realms been much bigger, I wouldn't have been able to sever the "Enemy's" connection to the sun, nor could I have severed its connection to the Four Realms.
"No!" The "Enemy" howled, glaring at me. I just sighed and shook my head, taking a step forwards.
"I am sorry." I apologized. It was only lashing out because it was in pain, and felt wronged. Part of that is my fault for not noticing sooner, but even then I cannot help it unless it asked. Now I had to punish the "Enemy" for its actions, as by no means does that give it the right to share its pain with the Four Realms. Just because I love all of my children does not mean they will go unpunished for doing something wrong. Perhaps then I will be able to help it, and do something about the hate it let fester within its soul. With another sigh I shook my head and twirled my treasure around, pointing the paintbrush at the "Enemy." It was a simple action, one I did not plan to go through with, but it elicited an explosive response from the "Enemy" nonetheless.
"I won't allow it! I won't! FOOL! NOW!" The "Enemy" bellowed. I furrowed my brows and prepared myself for an attack, wondering who the fool was...
I did not expect...
How could I have expected what happened next?
The Realm Sun exploded into a sea of fire, one that covered the entire sky, the shockwave injuring even me. And all I could do was stare in shock. However, to me, the figure within the firey explosion was even more shocking...not once had I considered that there would be a traitor within the Four Realms. I would've sensed it, especially in one such as he. I started to speak, started to move, but my shock left me unable to defend when the "Enemy" darted forwards with speed surpassing what it showed prior, stabbing me through the chest with all six of its spider like limbs.
For a moment I just stared down at my chest, almost intrigued by the "Enemy's" choice of actions, until I felt it. That vile substance that crawled out from within the depths of the "Enemy," tainting my bloodstream. On instinct alone I backhanded the "Enemy," a sickening crunch echoing out as its skull was shattered, sending it flying backwards. However a simple strike such as that could not kill the "Enemy," as by the time it had stopped spinning it was healed. One hand touched my chest, but the vile substance in my body continued to circulate. I tried to move my legs then, tried to fly about and chase after the "Enemy" or move towards the Sun, but I found that I was immobilized. I couldn't even exert my power, only a tiny sliver being able to leak out. Fear flashed across my face as I suddenly realized where that sense of danger had been coming from.
It was the "Enemy." It had stolen drops of my blood, and tainted it, and was now using that blood to bind me.
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